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Any other info: Hotch/Reid, Character Death (Temporary), Disturbing Imagery, Graphic Sexual Content, This is set in the correct universe but there are key elements that make it Sci-Fi/Fantasy as well. It just won't have a lot of world building going on. I actually thought up this story after having a very disturbing nightmare, so expect a tone that will probably (hopefully) wig you out a little at times.
The muscular man was wedged between two equally muscular LEOs. His hands were secured behind his back by an unseen pair of handcuffs and his feet were dragging along the ground just enough to be difficult. It was the look on his face though that really caught his attention. He was smiling. No, that was wrong. The smile was one of ultimate satisfaction, as though he’d solved world hunger instead of being arrested on multiple counts of murder.
When he spoke, the tone of his voice wasn’t exactly a shout but it carried across the wide yard as though it were. “It’s about time you showed up. I was starting to think I’d have to send up a flare.” The smug look didn’t leave his face. Not even when he started to be pushed into a patrol car. It was during this transition that the unsub spoke one last time.
There was humor in his voice, as though he knew some big secret that was lost on the rest of them. “Don’t touch the monsters in the barn.” No one paid him any mind. Well, that is, except for him. There was something about the way he’d said that and the look on his face that had made him take notice. He didn’t know why but he had a bad feeling.
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