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Demonic Whispers	By : AngelAnastasia Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, nor the characters from it. I do not own Funny Games, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Hi everyone! First time poster here. I usually post my work on other pages, but decided to give this one a shot. My stories usually have darker themes and elements so read at your own risk. This story in particular was finished about 2 years ago, but I have been going back through my old work and this one annoyed me to no end. I recently fixed it, and in my opinion, made it better than it was. Enjoy!

The holidays were over, but it was still colder than hell outside to anyone who dared venture out onto the streets that February evening. Peter didn't even know why he was out. He left early from his house to pick up his little sister from her ballet dance class. She was barely 10 years old, and she was already telling everyone that she met that she was going to be a very famous ballerina one day. The odds against that actually happening were low, but he would never tell her that. He told her that she was the best dancer that he ever seen, and even though their parents expected Peter to take her to and from the lessons, they were always there to watch her perform on stage.
Peter was still living with his parents until he graduated from the community college he was at. He was hoping to be able to live at the dorms when he finally got to the university. His parents couldn't afford that kind of bill, so he had been working a full-time job plus attending classes at school. He was hoping to have enough saved up by the time he graduated to get a dorm room. If he couldn't, he was just going to have to spend all of his college years at home. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but he did crave his independence.
He got out of class early that night, and since he didn't want his sister to have to leave early on his account, he decided to just wait outside. He got out of his car and sat down on a park bench across from the studio. He pulled the blue sweater he was wearing over his hands to keep his fingers warm, but he kept his cell on his lap in case he got any texts. He wasn't expecting any, but that's when most people decided to text him. He already told his mother when he got there to pick up Clara so now it was just a waiting game. A very cold and boring waiting game.
Peter was getting lost in a daydream when somebody sat down beside him. He looked up quickly to see a guy about his age sitting next to him. The stranger had blonde hair like Peter, but it looked greasy and unkempt. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants, but what stuck out to Peter was that he was wearing white gloves. They weren't the bulkier kind of gloves or mittens that people wear when it got too cold outside. These gloves looked they were designed to wear at a special occasion. Peter didn't care that much though. This guy could have just come from watching a play or something. It really wasn't Peter's business, so he picked up his phone to avoid staring at the stranger.
"Hello," the stranger said to him trying to initiate some kind of conversation. Peter didn't mean to be rude, but he was in no way interested talking to some guy on a mostly deserted street so late at night. Peter couldn't even see other cars waiting to pick their kids up. It was just Peter and this stranger.
"Hi," Peter said. He kept his eyes glued on his phone like he was expecting some kind of important text, but that didn't seem to bother stranger.
"My name is Michael," the stranger said. "The sweater you are wearing looks very nice. Too bad you don't have blue eyes to match it."
For one of the very first times in his life, Peter didn't feel comfortable. Something wasn't right. He didn't know why, but something in his head was telling him to get back in the car. He was scooting over to the other side of the bench when Michael put one of his hands on Peter's upper thigh. The fabric of the jeans he was wearing separated Michael's hand from Peter's skin, but he had enough.
Peter stood up and turned to face his car when someone else came out from the shadows and stood directly in front of him. Peter bumped into this new stranger and was shocked when the other man took a firm hand of Peter's shoulders.
"Whoa, what's going? Where are you going?" he asked Peter.
"I don't know what's wrong," Michael answered. "We were just talking and now he's trying to leave."
"What the hell?" Peter asked turning around to look at Michael who was still sitting innocently on the park bench. "You know damn well you weren't just talking."
"Did you ask him to stop?" the other stranger asked. "When he had his hand on your leg? I mean, if you didn't tell him to stop, how would he know you were afraid of touching? Did he ask you to stop Michael?"
"No, he didn't," Michael said. "I would have stopped if he asked."
"See?" the stranger said smiling. "This was all just one big misunderstanding. Did you apologize for trying to run away from Michael?"
"No, but you will get out of my way, or I will be calling the cops on both of you," Peter warned. He was done messing around.
"Go ahead, call the police," the stranger told him. "We'll calmly explain to them the situation."
Peter put his hands to his pocket to find his phone, but it wasn't there. Peter felt his heart freeze. He turned back around to the park bench and saw Michael picking up his phone. It was buzzing from a phone call, and if Peter squinted his eyes, he could just see the caller was his mother. His heart dropped. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and he had a sick feeling in his chest that these strangers weren't going to just let him leave.
"Will you give him his phone Michael?" the stranger asked.
Michael nodded his head in agreement. Peter didn't trust these guys at all. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt trapped in between these two strangers and both of them were wearing those white gloves. He could try and run for it, but he was sure the newest stranger could outrun him easy enough. He was only a few inches taller than Peter, but he had a lot more muscle on his bones than Peter could ever dream of. The only reasonable thing that Peter could possibly do was try and retrieve his phone.
Peter took a deep breath and took a step forward. Michael didn't look like he had a gun or anything, and he was holding the phone towards Peter. All Peter had to do was grab it. Peter took another step towards his phone, but he heard something else coming from behind him. He didn't know what the sound was so he turned around only to be greeted with what looked like a crowbar. The other stranger was holding it behind his shoulder like a baseball bat. Peter's gut action told him to get the hell out of there now, so he ducked down but was too late. The crowbar swung and hit Peter on his forehead. Peter was immediately on the ground. He tasted blood in his mouth and the sharp pain traveled throughout his skull. He stayed quiet though. He kept his eyes shut and his body still.
"So that's number two right?" Michael asked. Peter heard Michael get up from the bench and walk closer to him. Peter bit his tongue to keep from crying out.
"Well, he'll be the third one we have right now, but are going to need to get rid of Jenny soon. She's just taking up space that we are going to need."
"Are we getting the others tonight?" Michael asked. Michael got on his knees next to Peter and flipped Peter onto his stomach.
"We need to, yes," the other man said. "We should probably even do that before we get this boy back home. The sooner the better. Make sure he's tied up tight."
Peter felt his hands being forced together, and some kind of harsh material like rope was circling around his wrists. It was scratching at his skin. Peter was trying to keep calm, but if he pretended he was out of it, these two guys were going to take him somewhere else. Peter remembered reading that the chances of survival are close to nothing once the kidnappers take you, but what did these guys want? Peter only had a few close friends, and he didn't have some high paying job that comes with enemies. Peter knew one thing though. They didn't want to rob him. They just wanted to take him.
"Hey," Michael said. "This guy is still awake."
Peter opened his eyes and attempted to flip himself onto his back, but it was proving difficult with Michael still holding him down. He gave up trying to turn over. Instead, he bent his knees and managed to get into some kind of crawling position. He saw his cell phone still on the bench, and he made a frantic attempt to get to it. He only made it a few steps before the crowbar came back down on him. It once again crashed into his skull, but this time when it hit, Peter didn't wake up with a headache. He didn't wake up at all. The second attack rendered the young man unconscious, and the two strangers disappeared with him long before Clara got out of her dance class.
Morgan didn't know why he agreed to go with Reid that night. When Hotch actually offered to let the team have a day off, none of them could believe it. They hadn't had a day off in so long, and almost immediately, every single one of them made plans so when Reid came asking one of them to give him a ride to the bookstore, all of them were busy. Every single one. It was no secret that Reid's car was still in the shop, but none of them wanted to spend their precious time off work going to some old bookstore. Morgan was watching from the sidelines as Reid asked the others, and one by one, they gave him their excuses of why they couldn't take him there. By the time Reid got to Morgan, disappointment was already written across his face. Morgan did already make plans. He made plans probably two seconds after Hotch told them, but he couldn't leave the boy genius hanging like that. Morgan agreed to take him later that night so Morgan still could have some kind of social life, and Reid happily agreed.
Morgan picked Reid up after 8pm, and drove Reid all the way to some mom and pop bookshop that didn't even sell coffee or cakes. Morgan got bored after browsing around the store for 5 minutes, and went outside to the car to wait for Reid there. He kept expecting Hotch to call him with some last minute case, but his phone remained silent. Reid didn't come out of that store until half an hour later, but Morgan was happy to see the kid carrying a bag of books that he picked out. He would read them all in just a few minutes, but that's how Reid was. That kid loved his books. Reid pulled one of the books out of his bag when he got closer.
"I can't believe they had it!" Reid said. "I've been looking for this book for six weeks now, but every time I find a store that has a copy, it's gone before I get there."
Morgan looked at the book, and he swore the title of the book was in a foreign language, but it was probably just strange printing. He shrugged and turned back to the car.
"You really need to get out more kid," Morgan said.
"I think we are both out more often than we are home," Reid said.
"You know what I mean," Morgan said. "What are your plans for later tonight then?"
"Um," Reid said looking down at his bag. "Reading."
Morgan laughed. "Okay kid, I'm taking you for a drink."
He was opening up the car door on his side when he noticed what looked like a teenage boy walking towards them. He was wearing a white sweater with black pants on. His dirty blonde hair hung around his face, and he kept his blue eyes on his feet until he was only a few feet away from them. Morgan didn't think much of it. The only thing that struck him as odd was the boy kept his hands behind his back. He glanced at Reid to see if he had any ideas about this new kid, but Reid shrugged. Morgan shut the door to his car and went back to the sidewalk.
"What's wrong kid?" Morgan called out. Morgan always had a soft spot in his heart for teenagers, and if this kid needed help, Morgan was there.
"Sorry to disturb you, but do either one of you have spare money? I'm missed the bus," the boy told them.
Reid pulled out a dollar from his bag and handed it to the boy. Morgan found two dollars in his back pocket, and gave it to the kid as well. The boy took the money and counted. Morgan thought it was strange he was wearing white gloves that didn't look like they were meant to handle cold weather.
"Do you have any more? It's a long way home."
Morgan hadn't ridden on a bus in a very long time, but he was pretty sure that's not how they worked unless the kid had to get on a second bus or something.
"I'll just give you a ride," Morgan said.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to be a bother," the boy said.
"It's no problem at all," Morgan said looking back at Reid. This kid was weird. There was no getting around that.
"Great," he said smiling. "Do either one of you have a phone I could borrow? I need to call my mom and let her know I'm coming."
"Sure," Reid said. He pulled out his cell phone and handed it to the kid. He didn't say anything when he stepped back besides Morgan, but Morgan could see a million thoughts buzzing through his mind.
The kid smiled at them, and turned around to make his call.
"I think he wants something else besides a ride," Reid whispered.
"I don't know," Morgan whispered back. "How old does he look? I think he's still a teenager."
Reid leaned over to whisper something back when the kid turned around without the phone in his hand. Reid licked his lips nervously and stepped towards the kid.
"I'm so sorry!" the boy exclaimed. "I don't know what happened. I was talking, and it must have slipped." Reid ran over to a puddle in the gutter, and bent over to retrieve his phone. It was dripping with dirty water. The screen was black and no matter how many times Reid tried the power button, it wasn't working.
"Oh, what did he do now?" another voice asked.
Morgan turned around to see another man. He was taller than the blonde kid, but their blue eyes looked very similar. He had short brown hair, but he was wearing the exact same type of clothing. He even had those damn gloves on. Morgan looked back at Reid. Something was very wrong. Morgan put his hand against his gun and wondered if Reid had his.
"I didn't mean to," the younger of the two complained. "The phone just slipped out of my hands. I said I was sorry."
"It's good that he apologized. He can be a clutz sometimes," the other guy explained.
"They said they can give us a ride home," the younger one said smiling.
Morgan didn't like this at all, and it looked like Reid was getting more nervous by the second. Reid stepped back onto the curb when the teenager grabbed Reid by his hair and forced him back on his knees. Reid didn't get the chance to fight back because it happened so quickly. Reid's cell phone fell out of his hand along with his bag of books. His messenger bag would have joined the pile if it wasn't around his neck. The boy genius probably didn't even know what was happening until the teen had a blade against Reid's throat. Morgan pulled out his gun and aimed it at the kid holding Reid.
"You saw how he moved," the teenager said. "He was trying to hurt me."
"He was moving quickly," the other stranger agreed.
Morgan was sick of this crap. "Let him go now. I'm not kidding."
"I wouldn't threaten him," the guy behind Morgan said. "I mean, he is holding a knife and you must admit that your friend was acting very irrationally."
Reid's hands were raised up near his head, but Morgan couldn't get a good shot. The teenager was virtually hidden behind Reid. The only clear shot Morgan had was the knife over Reid's neck. Morgan had to wait.
"Put the gun down and I'll let him go," the teenager told Morgan.
Morgan wasn't bargaining with idiot kids that had access to weapons. "Let him go and I won't shoot you."
The kid laughed. "You don't think I'll cut him? Here. Watch closely."
The teen pushed the blade deeper against Reid's neck, and Morgan saw a thin line of blood seep out from underneath the knife. Reid was trembling, but this brat was serious. He really did just cut Reid.
"Want me to do more?" the teen threatened.
Morgan wouldn't mind so much if it was happening to him, but there was no way in hell he would put Reid through that. He reluctantly put the gun down in front of him. He didn't know what he was expecting the kid with the knife to do, but the odds were against him just letting Reid go. Morgan took a step back to show his surrender, and the kid loosened the grip on Reid just a little.
Reid looked grateful that the knife wasn't cutting him, but when he looked at Morgan; his big eyes grew even bigger. "Mogan! Watch out!"
Morgan didn't have time to turn around. Just after Reid's warning, something heavy was slammed into the back of Morgan's knee. Pain erupted at the site of the impact and Morgan fell on the sidewalk. What the hell just hit him? He tried turning around, but every little movement was pure agony. He was pretty sure that his leg was broken. His attacker strolled out from behind him holding a crowbar in his right hand. He casually picked up Morgan's gun. He pointed the gun at Morgan, but then changed his mind and aimed at Reid.
"Take off the purse," he told Reid.
Reid took off his messenger bag painfully slow, and closed his eyes when the teenager grabbed it from him. Without waiting for permission, he dumped the contents of the bag into the street. Papers scattered everywhere, but the only thing that the teen showed any interest in was a pair of handcuffs that fell near the phone. Morgan's attacker laughed when he saw it.
"You two are sure into some kinky stuff," he told Morgan. "I'm not here to judge, but handcuffs are very useful." He went back beside Morgan who was still lying on the sidewalk, and pointed Morgan's own gun at his head. "Hands behind your back skinny guy."
Reid locked his eyes for Morgan, but there was nothing Morgan could do. Reid put his hands behind his back, and allowed the teenager to handcuff him. Morgan tried standing up when the teen pulled Reid to his feet, but Morgan's leg wouldn't support his body and he fell back down. The teen checked Reid's pockets to make sure he wasn't concealing a gun, and when he was satisfied that Reid wasn't armed, he gave a thumbs up to his partner.
"The five of us are going on a little ride," the guy with the gun said. Morgan was confused because there were only four people there. "Pretty sure you wouldn't be interested in looking out the window during our trip, but don't worry. We have that covered."
Just like that, the man pulled a black bandana out of his pocket and wrapped it around Morgan's head. With that cloth on, Morgan couldn't see anything and he didn't like that at all. He assumed they did that to Reid as well, but Morgan didn't hear anything coming from Reid's mouth. Morgan heard a phone drop to the cement, probably his own, and the sound of footsteps hurrying away. Morgan didn't know what he was hoping for, but all of the faint hope he once had was gone when he heard a car pull up beside him.
"You need to stop this," Morgan tried reasoning with them. "Now."
Morgan didn't get an answer. He heard the car door open, and someone being thrown inside. He knew this was Reid. He didn't need to see to know that much. One of the attackers took a firm hold of Morgan's eyes and forced them behind his back. He wasn't locked in place with handcuffs, but with some kind of rope that they died so tightly around him that his circulation was nearly cut off.
When the rope was securely fastened around his wrists, somebody lifted him up and pushed him into the waiting car. He fell face first into Reid. The door slammed behind them, and Morgan struggled to get off of Reid. It was hard without the help of his hands and both legs, but he managed to sit up. His leg hurt like hell.
"Reid? Are you alright?" Morgan fanatically whispered.
"There's someone on the floor," Reid whispered back.
Morgan hadn't noticed, but the second Reid told him, he moved his good leg around, and sure enough, there was somebody on the floor. The body wasn't moving when he nudged it, but the body was still breathing. Morgan was grateful the person wasn't dead, but they were clearly dealing with psychopaths. He didn't think Reid was hurt that badly, but he knew that if they were capable of doing that, they were capable of killing. The abductors got in the car a few minutes after Morgan, and all the doors were locked when the engine turned on. Morgan was sure that it wouldn't be long before the rest of the team found Morgan's car and Reid's broken cell phone. If these guys wanted Reid and Morgan alive during the abduction, they weren't going to be killed immediately at the second location. Morgan just needed to find out what the perpetrators wanted and how get Reid away from them.
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