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Demonic Whispers	By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Anthony was enjoying every minute of what was going on in Tatiana's house. If somebody asked him last night, what his plans were going to be for the rest of the week, he never could have imagined it would involve murdering four more people, but that's exactly what he was doing. The woman with the pet cat was already decaying outside in the backyard, and it wouldn't be much further to go before he added Peter and Tom to the list of kills. He would save Agent Morgan Freeman for last. He always enjoyed a struggle for the end. It was just after 10pm so they still had a while to go before the night was over. Michael was humming some random tune while he shampooed Tom's hair. It was kind of creepy, but every person on the planet had their own vice. It was another question as to whether they would accept their vice or not, but Michael certainly found his. Anthony would never judge him for that. Peter the Wise didn't try to escape again, and he patiently waited for his turn to get his hair washed, but that didn't prevent him from shaking. Man, both of them were trembling like there was no tomorrow. Well, there wasn't a tomorrow for them, but Anthony knew at this point, both boys were thinking they were going to get rescued soon. A rescue wasn't coming for either one of them though. Anthony made sure of that.
"How did you two meet?" Tom Carey asked. Anthony laughed out loud when he could hear the guy's voice stuttering from the cold. Michael didn't answer. He dipped a cup in the tub water to wash out the pretty boy's hair. He gasped loudly when the cold water hit his head for the first time and dripped down his shoulders. Peter tried not to stare, but that was impossible when Michael bent down to sniff the newly washed hair.
"How did we meet?" Anthony asked Michael. He knew the quieter man wouldn't answer. He was much too busy taking little scissors from his back pocket. He took long strands of Tom's hair, and went chopping off large chunks of it. He wrapped the hair in a rubber band, and put the hair in his back pocket followed by his scissors. "How did we meet?" he asked himself again.
Michael, happy with his work, circled around the tub with the shampoo. He wet his hands in the tub, and started massaging Peter's hair. The blonde kid shut his eyes. "I think it was around the time that Michael here started getting molested by his grandpa. Isn't that right?"
"I wasn't molested," Michael said firmly. He didn't look up from his job though. He ran his chubby fingers through Peter's hair, and scrubbed the hair was fully smothered in some kind of tropical shampoo. It smelled gross.
"Course you were," Anthony said nonchalantly. "Maybe you liked it. Forgot that bit. Are we almost done here?" Anthony was bored out of his mind, and the room was really starting to stink. He was never a fan of tangerines.
"Yes," Michael said. He retrieved the cup, filled it with bath water, and poured it over Peter's head. Just like Tom, Peter gasped when the cold water hit him. Michael took out his trusty scissors and went to cutting away large chunks of Peter's hair. He looked so happy when he added the dark blonde hair, almost a brownish color when it was wet, to his hair collection. He put the hair together in the same rubber band and took a deep sniff of it once it was together. He smiled with his mouth closed, but his eyes looked like he just had the best and probably only orgasm in his miserable life. "Done," Michael said. He took a step back.
Anthony walked over to the tub and put his hand in the water. "Oh my, this water sure is cold. Isn't it boys?" His captives didn't reply. He picked up the cup from the side of the tub, filled it to the top with the bath water, and rudely splashed it on both Tom and Peter till both were fully drenched. He didn't want an inch of their skin to be dry when they left. "Okay boys, stand up."
Anthony didn't think them standing up would be as hilarious as it turned out to be. Neither one of them could use their tied up hands, and they didn't seem skilled enough to stand up just using their legs. Tom fell twice trying to find his footing, and Peter slipped underneath the water. It was only for a moment, but Anthony was laughing. The third try was lucky for both of them. Tom got his long legs out of the water, and as soon as he was steady, he took a few steps back to help the kid get out. When they both stood up straight to wait for instruction, Anthony and Michael started laughing again. The water had soaked through both of their boxers shorts all the way to the skin. They were still technically covered, but Anthony saw a lot more of the male body than he was planning to that night.
"Doesn't look like you boys are too excited down there, huh?" Anthony asked slapping Michael's shoulder. Peter immediately bent over to try and cover himself and Tom bent one knee, but Anthony was pretty sure he had seen all there was to see. If he wanted more, there was nothing those skinny dweebs would be able to do about it anyway. He was in control.
"Okay, come on," Anthony said. "No more time for a fashion show. Back to your room." He ushered the boys in the single file line like before with Michael in front and him in the back.
"Can we please have a towel?" Tom asked. His teeth were clattering, and his back was bent over like he was trying to discover some new way to warm himself.
"Nope. No towel. There's carpet in the room," Anthony said. "Move." He kicked Tom in the bum to start the line moving.
Anthony made the line stop whenever they got near an air vent, and it took much longer to get back to the room than it should have. Michael opened the door first, and Anthony held the boys back while Michael swept out the room. He took the blanket off the couch, stole Agent Morgan Freeman's jacket, and went as far as to take the pillow and couch cushions so the boys would have nothing at all to warm themselves with. When Michael was confident the room was clean, Anthony kicked both boys down the four steps. Peter landed on his shoulder. The taller fellow landed on his chest.
"We'll be back in a little while friends," Anthony said smiling. "Just need to turn the air down a little more. It's getting a little hot in here if you asked me."
He shut the door and locked it behind him. He didn't hear any frantic whispers in the room behind him, so he went down the hallway and turned the air conditioning down even further till it felt cold enough of him to wear a jacket. Michael was right by his side and gave Anthony the agent's jacket without even asking him. Anthony put in on, and even if it was a little big, it kept him warm. He wouldn't mind keeping the jacket for the rest of the night.
Morgan didn't think the whole adventure would take more than half an hour so when he heard a gunshot go off, he naturally assumed the worst. He couldn't imagine a situation which would result in the gun going off, and he couldn't calm himself down after that. He tried to keep busy. If Reid or Peter had been shot, wouldn't the unsubs bringing them back in for medical attention or something? They did that with Peter's finger so this couldn't be much different, but no one came. Minute after minute passed, and they never came. He knew that sitting around just waiting for them wasn't helping anyone. He needed to be doing something so when they did come back; he could tell them what he accomplished. He dragged himself back over towards the window. It was pitch black outside. He still couldn't see any lights in the distance, but he was sure there had to be other people around. He may not be able to escape through the window, but he could open it. If there was anyone walking around, they would hear the commotion coming from this room and call for help.
After he was confident the window was open as far as it would go, he crawled over to the bookcase. He didn't know what he was hoping to find. There weren't any flashlights or electronics to attract attention. There really were just books, but maybe he could pile a bunch of books outside the window which might bring visitors their way. All they needed was one person with a cell phone, and this hell was over. He started taking books off the shelf with the door to his prison opened. Morgan turned around, and was shocked when Michael tore his jacket off, and proceeded to take away the pillows, cushions, and even the blanket that was draped over the couch. He didn't even have time to ask why. Michael was out of the room in less than a minute, and right after he left, Peter and Reid were thrown in. Both landed on the carpet with a grunt.
"We'll be back in a little while friends," Anthony told them with a cunning smile all over his face. "Just need to turn the air down a little more. It's getting a little hot in here if you asked me." He slammed the door shut, and Morgan kept his mouth shut as it locked.
Morgan took off his own shirt without anyone asking him, and he scooted over to his friends who hadn't moved from their spot on the carpet. Both of them were soaking wet. It wasn't just their hair or their legs. Morgan saw little water droplets clinging to their skin, and for some reason, neither one chose to keep his clothes. They were wearing only their boxers which was more like a second skin now to them rather than clothing. They were both shivering. Morgan ripped his tee shirt in half, and helped Reid roll over into a sitting position. The boy genius had a drop of blood near his mouth, but Morgan didn't see any bullet holes. He put the tee shirt over Reid's shoulders, and then helped Peter up next to him. The kid had a bruise forming on his cheek and red welts on his stomach, but no bullet holes.
"I thought you were going to keep your clothes," Morgan said. The boxers were probably doing more harm than good though. If they were going to get warm, they needed to get all wet clothing off. Morgan just couldn't figure out a way to tell them that.
"We didn't get a choice," Reid said through his clattering teeth. Morgan used the partial shirt to wipe the water off Reid's shoulders and tried to drape it around the younger man like a blanket, but it wasn't going to keep him warm. "The water was freezing. I think they are trying to get us sick."
"What do you mean?" Morgan asked. Reid's chopped up hair was dripping more water onto his dry shoulders and blanket shirt. Morgan just didn't know how to get his hair dry.
"Cold water, usually under 70° F, will lower the body's temperature. Hypothermia will occur faster in cold water versus cold air, but I'm pretty sure the water we were sitting in was colder than that. Along with shivering, people can suffer from memory loss and exhaustion when they are experiencing hypothermia, and I don't have any of that. Do you Peter?"
Peter shook his head, but he was still shivering. He had his legs up to his chest, but just like Reid, Peter's wet hair kept dripping on his back and shoulders. Morgan looked around the room. There was literally nothing for them to dry off with.
"Killing people through hypothermia doesn't really seem like their style," Morgan said, but there was no question that both boys were getting sick.
"They turned the air conditioning on before they took us, and they planned on putting us in the freezing water for the shampoo," Reid said quickly. "This was their plan."
"They might just try to make us weaker so we can't fight back," Peter quietly said.
Morgan nodded. He agreed that these unsubs knew exactly what they were doing, but he still couldn't figure out their style. Most of the time, killers find out what they enjoy and continue down that path. These two go from shooting random people to attempting to freeze victims to death. It didn't make sense, but the one thing Morgan did know what that the wet clothing the boys were wearing couldn't stay on.
"Guys," Morgan said taking a deep breath and scooting back so he could look at both of them. "You need to get the wet clothing off. I'll go back around the couch, so I don't see anything, but keeping the boxers on is just going to make you colder. Maybe if we put by the boxers by the window, they will dry faster. I cracked the window open a little."
"Can you get the ropes off my wrists first?" Peter asked. He was trembling from the cold, and Morgan couldn't find a spot in the room where the air conditioning didn't hit them. Through all the commotion though, he had forgotten that Peter only had ropes keeping his hands together. If Morgan could get the ropes off, Reid would be the only one who couldn't use his arms.
"Yeah, turn around kid," Morgan told him. Peter turned around and lifted his arms up a little to help out. The ropes around his wrists were tight. Whoever tied the rope together knew what they were doing, but Morgan knew ropes too. He worked at it for a few minutes, but he eventually got it loose enough and it fell around the boy's wrists. Peter's wrists, bright red with pretty bad blistering, fell to his side. The first thing Peter did was raise his hands to his face to examine his missing finger. The blanket shred Morgan wrapped around the hand and finger hole was still on him, but the pinky was totally gone. Morgan couldn't tell what the kid was thinking. It would be a lot for any to take in, but that only emphasized how dire their situation was. They needed to get out of there.
"Feel better?" Morgan asked him after he had a few moments to let it sink in the kid's finger was really gone.
"Thank you," Peter said softly.
"Just try to dry off kid," Morgan said turning his attention to Reid. The kid did as he was told, but there was a lot to dry off and Morgan's shirt was already wet. Reid was still shivering. It didn't seem as bad as earlier, but he was going to get sick if he didn't get some of that water off of him. Morgan just wished he could get Reid's hands out of those damned cuffs.
"Was there anything else on the news?" Reid asked. "Did you see J.J. again or Hotch?"
Morgan thought back. He wasn't paying much attention the news. "I saw J.J. again. I didn't pay much attention to what she was saying, but they are looking for two males. She didn't say how she knew the unsubs were males, but they got that much down. Males in their 20s. They didn't mention my name or your name, but they showed a picture of the girl that was killed earlier and Peter. Peter's mother was still next to J.J."
Peter looked up when his name was mentioned, and glanced at the television, but the station was on a commercial.
"Maybe there was video footage of one of the abductions," Reid said. "All of us were taken from public places. At least one of them had to have a security camera."
"Reid, turn around," Morgan said. "I'm going to dry off your hair a little more. You can throw all the statistics you want at me, but you will sick if you sit underneath the air conditioner with wet hair and skin." Reid didn't argue. He turned around, and Morgan used the other half of his shirt to dry of the boy genius' back and the ends of his hair. He was going to look a lot different with his hair shorter like that. It wouldn't be that bad if it was even at least, but his hair cutter had no idea what the hell he was doing.
"Did my mother say anything?" Peter asked. Morgan finished drying Reid off and put the soaking wet shirt on the carpet. He wished it could be kept on Reid's shoulders for added warmth, but it was just too damn wet.
"She wants you to come home," Morgan said turning around to face Peter. The blonde kid also put what was left of Morgan's shirt on the carpet. "She was still at the dance studio with your little sister, but don't worry kid. Our team is coming. We're going to get out of this."
Peter nodded and looked back towards the television. Morgan collected the two pieces of wet clothing and scooted over towards the window. He put both pieces near the window. They wouldn't dry quickly, but they would dry. "If you guys want to throw over your boxers, I'm not looking. You guys will get warmer without them."
Morgan wasn't going to pressure them. If they wanted to keep them on, they could, but then Peter threw his boxers over the couch. Morgan scooted forward to collect the wet shorts, and about a minute later, Reid's pair joined the little pile. From the direction of where they were thrown from, it looked like Peter had to help Reid throw them over. Morgan put both boxers next to the shirt pieces to dry. The air conditioning was hitting them so it wouldn't take that long to dry. He hoped. Morgan wasn't planning on going around the couch again till the shorts were all dry, but the sound of the door unlocking made him turn around quickly.
He couldn't get back around the couch by the time the door opened. Reid had time to get behind one of the armrests and Peter was over by the bookcase. Anthony led the way in, as usual, with Michael at his tail. Michael locked the door behind them, and Morgan was disgusted to see a spray bottle in one hand and cupcake in Michael's other hand. He was eating it like he didn't have a care in the world. It made Morgan nauseous. Peter was the first one they found, and Anthony was laughing loudly when he saw Peter had ditched his wet shorts.
"Are you seeing what I'm seeing Michael?" Anthony asked. "Oh good Lord, what are you doing down there kid? You guys having some kind of sexy party and we weren't invited?" He laughed again, and pointed the gun he was holding at Peter's head. "Stand up. Let's see what you're hiding. We'll only judge a little bit."
Morgan tried clearing his throat to attract their attention his way, but it didn't work. They were fully fixed on humiliating Peter, and there was nothing Morgan could do to stop it. Peter slowly found his footing and pushed himself up. He probably wasn't even thinking when he covered himself with his hands, but the captors noticed.
"Hands down kid," Anthony said. Michael took another bite of his cupcake, and Peter did what he told. His hands fell to his side while he was examined fully by Michael and Anthony. Michael didn't say anything, but Anthony was clapping. "See now? That wasn't so bad. Was it? Do you think that was too much to ask of him Michael?"
"Nope," Michael said. He took the wrapping off his cupcake and let it fall to the floor.
"Mister Tom Carey," Anthony called out. "We'd like for you to join us. Come on over." Peter tried to sit back down, but Anthony kicked him. He had to remain standing. Peter's chest and stomach were covered in angry bruises from whatever happened in the bathroom. Morgan couldn't get a good look before, but it was clear the kid took a rather serious beating. He refused to look his captors in the eye, but he kept stealing glances at the television. The boy wanted to see his parents.
Reid crawled out from behind the arm of the couch, and Morgan's heart broke when Reid tried standing up. He didn't have the use of his hands, and he was still shivering from the tub. When he finally lifted himself on his feet, he fell right back down. Anthony and Michael started laughing. Morgan scooted over, and used his arms to help Reid get balanced, but Morgan didn't get out of the way. He didn't want Reid over there.
"You can see him fine from here," Morgan shouted. "Thought you guys were going to give them a little time to dry off. They are freezing, and you gave us time to fix Peter's finger. Why won't you give us time now?"
"Did we say we were giving them some alone time?" Anthony asked. Michael shook his head and stuffed the last bit of cupcake in his mouth. "We never said that, but we are asking very nicely that your friend gets his butt over here. I don't mean to be cruel, but I'm not against using force to get what I want done." He raised his gun at Peter's forehead and smiled.
Reid walked around Morgan and stood next to Peter. Neither one of them were looking at their captors. Peter had his gaze focused on a spot on the opposite wall, and Reid's wandering eyes kept finding their way to the television. The news was back on, but they weren't talking about the case. Both of them were trembling, and almost on cue, Michael started squirting both of them with the spray bottle. The water got on their faces, chests, stomachs, and he made sure to get plenty on their hair.
"See? Not that bad, right?" Anthony said lowering the gun. "Now that we've seen everything, there is nothing else to hide. We're all friends again. Like what you see Morgan Freeman?"
Morgan bit his tongue hard enough to bring the blood. "What do you want?" he asked them.
"Right," Anthony said taking a step back. "Me and Michael started talking, and we made a bet when we were out there adjusting the air conditioning. Since you guys are all active members in this game, we wanted to tell you. Our bet which is on which one of you leaves us next."
Reid finally looked at Anthony, but Morgan couldn't tell what he was thinking.
"Michael here was thinking that Tom goes next, but my bet is on Peter. There isn't any question it's one of the younger two, but it will be interesting to see which one goes first." Michael squirted more water on their faces and laughed.
"If you're going to kill us, why don't you just get it over with?" Peter asked. His teeth were clattering in his mouth, and Reid looked like he was close to falling over.
Michael squirted water directly in Peter's face and leaned forward. "You can't forget the importance of entertainment." Michael barely said anything to them this entire time, and the first words Morgan really heard him say sent chills down his spine.
Hotch hated their situation. He was back at the police station with Rossi looking over the only photos they got of their unsubs. Prentiss and J.J. stayed at the dance studio after Hotch advised her to talk to reporters. There was a chance the unsubs were watching, and seeing their young ages, they probably had mothers. None of the victims were parents, and so it didn't look like they were trying to get revenge from something terrible that happened during their childhood. Hotch just couldn't get his mind wrapped around that the four people abducted seemed so random. The only connection Hotch could find between the four was that Reid and Morgan worked together, but the unsubs wouldn't have known that. They weren't stalking their victims, and the attacks weren't that planned out. It was all just opportunity.
Hotch told J.J. not to mention Reid or Morgan yet. Reid's ID was found in his bag, and it was possible the unsubs didn't know they abducted federal agents yet. Hotch didn't want to put them in anymore danger by mentioning that on the news report. They never found Morgan's ID, but Hotch was going to wait on telling the media that part of the search for now. Instead, he made sure the report focused on Wilson and the Boyle kid. It was a possibility that one of the unsubs could see Boyle's crying mother and back out of the entire thing. It wasn't a likely possibility, but Hotch wasn't ruling anything out yet.
Rossi stood up and looked at the photos they set up on the wall. It was a terrible photo of the man driving, but that's all they had to go on. They also found some footage of Morgan and Reid wandering around the bookstore. The footage showed Reid purchasing the book, and they left together. There weren't any cameras outside of the store.
"Okay," Rossi said pointing at one of the photos. "So it says Reid and Morgan left the store at 7:05pm. Boyle last texted his mother at 6:37pm, and he was abducted soon after that so that leaves about 15 minutes between the two abductions. Wilson was taken from the parking lot at 5:32pm which is over an hour before they took Boyle. So they got her, drove her back to their hideout and left again to get Boyle. Let's assume all they did at their place was tie her up and lock her in some room. I'm saying that would take about 20 minutes tops."
"So it's a 40 minute drive back to where they were originally," Hotch said standing up. He pulled a map of the area closer to him and circled the dance studio location.
"If they wanted to get all of this done before it got too late, that's why they just kept Boyle in the car when they got Reid and Morgan," Rossi said. It made sense to Hotch too. They needed to get the people they wanted and get out of there.
"So 40 minutes in any direction," Hotch said. "White sedan going normal speed to not draw attention to itself. But we don't know if they took the freeway."
Rossi walked over to the map and looked down at it. "They had 3 men in the backseat. I think they wanted to get to where they were going fast. Even if they had Morgan tied up, he's still a threat and he could have gotten control of the car. They probably took the freeway."
"Okay, so about a minute a mile," Hotch said mumbling. Heading south or west led them to a residential community. They both looked upper class which would fit the profile of what the unsubs were wearing. They were both well dressed, and the car looked clean. A third direction led them to a some kind of state park, and the last one would have taken them to a trailer park. Hotch was leaning towards one of the neighborhoods. If the house was big enough, it would have been easy to hide the victims. They had the cover of dark on their side, and the houses looked like they were really spaced out from each other.
"We could send deputies to all of these places, but we don't really know enough yet to say where they are," Rossi said looking back over at the photos. The man driving the car had a smug look on his face. It was blurry, but it looked like he was almost mocking the camera. Hotch didn't like it, and if this guy knew there was a camera there, he wanted his picture taken.
The phone on the table started ringing, and Hotch put it on speaker after the first ring. He needed to hear good news. "Hotch," he told the phone.
"Hey boss man," Garcia's voice said filling the room. "Have you heard from them yet?"
"Not yet," Hotch said. "Did you find out anything?" Hotch was having her look up recent crimes like this in the state. He knew the list would be massive, but he narrowed it down to people who went missing the same day within an hour from each other in the same area. It was really all they had to go on.
"There's been so many disappearances in this state. It's absolutely mind bobbling, and I haven't been looking for that long, but I did find one that kinda reminded me of this one. Three people went missing in late January. Just like a few weeks ago. Two men and a lady. One of the men and the woman were a couple, and they were abducted from a movie theater, and like half an hour later, the other man was abducted. Sending the poor people who were kidnapped to your phones. They lived about 2 hours from here. "
"How old were they?" Hotch asked. From what he heard so far, it did sound like the same people.
"What were their jobs?" Rossi asked. He pulled the photos up on his phone, and showed the smiling couple to Hotch. They looked like they were both in their 30s. They both had brown eyes. The woman was a brunette; the man next to her was a blonde. Hotch put his hands on his head. He still couldn't pinpoint a type.
"Okay, um, the woman was named Dani Sue Cutler. She was 32 years old. Worked as a nurse. She was engaged to Billy Blackwell. He was a 37 year old doctor. How romantic is that? Nurse marrying a doctor. They worked in the same hospital. Third victim was a 25 year old guy named Tyler Dolan. He worked in retail."
"Were any of the bodies ever found?" Rossi asked. He pulled up the photo of Tyler on his phone. Tyler had dark hair and blue eyes.
"They found Dani Sue's body the morning after she went missing," Garcia said quietly. "They never found the bodies of the guys, and it looks like the search for them was extensive."
That meant they killed the victims overnight. "How was she killed?" Hotch asked.
"They found her on the side of the highway, but she didn't die there," Garcia said. "She was stabbed to death. Someone stabbed her 27 times sir." Garcia sounded close to tears. "And my babies are with the monsters that did this."
"We're going to find them," Rossi said trying to reassure her. "They're going to be alright."
"Alright," Garcia said sniffling. "I'm getting these pictures off my screen, and I'll try to see if I can find any other cases like this. Garcia out."
Hotch sat back in his chair, and they sat in silence for a minute after she hung up. "They keep their victims less than 24 hours. They are killed at the location they are taken to, and the bodies are dropped off somewhere else."
"But why was only one body ever found?" Rossi asked. "What do the unsubs do with the other bodies?"
"And they left her by the freeway where they knew she would be found," Hotch said. "So they went out of their way to make sure the 2 men were never found, and decided to just drop her body off when they were going back home. They are mocking the police. They don't think they are ever going to get caught."
"That also means that Reid and Morgan and the others don't have a lot of time left," Rossi said.
Hotch glanced at the time on his phone. It wasn't even midnight yet, but Rossi was right. They were running out of time. Hotch really wanted to wait until a body was found so they could pinpoint the area where Reid and Morgan was, but time wasn't on their side. "Okay, let's call J.J. and Prentiss and let them know what we found. Maybe they have news that we don't know about yet."
Hotch stood up to stretch his legs, and went back over to the photographs posted on their board. There had to be some kind of connection that he was missing. That connection might lead the team right to Morgan and Reid, and the monsters that took them.
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