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A silent forest echoed with the grief of a pale gruesome death. Panting escaped into the air, breaking through the pained sorrow of the silence. The boys legs were bare and cut up. He wore naught but a torn cactus shirt. His mouth was stained with brilliant crimson that continued to pulse down his lips and cheeks. He gurgled and continued to run, panting and choking pst the deep black crimson. The bonds on his hands had turned his fingers that dead and dyeing purple.He hadn't been able to move them in... he couldn't remember how long,. Days, weeks, hours years? They all blended together in one deep ugly blur. Swirling and gray and twisted and... ugly. He didn't know how long he had ran, he just knew he wanted to go home, he had to survive, he had to see his mother again. The broken chained collar on his neck chafed him as he run and the chain on the end wafted behind him. Light enough that his speed easily lifted it. He let out a gag as it caught on a branch,snapping his neck back in one single breaking pain. He fell and strangled. His body writhed and he collapsed when a soft hand lifted him. He looked to the hands and started to cry... The other boy! Sweet god no! He cried in his mind.
"I'm... sorry." The boy said, breaking the branch and releasing him. The boy was strange for his age. Tall, and slender. His had soft red hair, almost orange, and he was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. His pale eyes, those eyes! There was so much to them. The boy wore a turtle neck and long sleeves. His pants were long as well. He had high cheekbones and a perfectly formed jaw and chin. The boy searched for the man, choking on his own blood.
"Kell mih." He whined softly. He'd sooner sell his soul then return.
"I will not, I cannot, kill you." He answered. A hand went to his neck and the b*****d boy felt the collar fall free.
"Run, James, follow the creek." He said gently.
Reid sat at his computer staring at the picture of an old friend.
"Watchu looking at their, Reid?" Morgan teased. "Never thought you dug porno." He chuckled.
"I don't." He snapped hatefully. "Its an old friend, not my fauklt shes become such a... a..." Reid grumbled softly to himself.
"A what? Slut?"
"NO!" Reid turned red.
"My boys, Hotch has a case for us my lovelies. Ooo, who she, she's cute?" Garcia exclaimed.
"No one!" Reid clicked off his computer and hurriedly went to hotchners office.
"Yes sir?" Morgan and Garcia followed. Emily was already there, waiting.
"This one is a gruesome one. Its a matter of national security, as well... In the last few weeks several boys have gone missing, around in Wyoming. The boys each receive a series of threatening e-mails and letters form various usernames and IP addresses. They always say the same things. After about a week to 9 days afterwards they are kidnapped." Hotch paused. "They are brutally tortured and sodomized by foreign objects. There eyes and tongues and cut out and all of their fingers are removed. Most of them have turned up in the more desert ares of wyoming, between a tiny town named Raulston and another small town Powell."
Later...
"All we'll need is a room for my group and I to work in."
"Thank you so much for coming. We've never... e've only one person that has EVER gone missing here... most of our staff know these boys. My lead detective's son was taken. Its... gruesome."
"Were sorry for you."
"Excuse me?" A young girl came over. She was pretty in a Gothic way.
"AGHCK! What are you doing here, little witch?" The police officer exclaimed.
"Helping... a friend..."
"Bah... you helping someone,don;t you normally attack them, crazy one?"
"And do you not berate them, though you are bound to help them, Derek?" she snapped.
"Oh you sly little silver tongue, what do you need, Sarell?"
"Tis my friend... he..." She handed forward a patch of envelopes. "He... he started getting these a few days ago."
"Oh no... who?"
"Johan..." She answered.
"That... wait the pretty blond Swedish exchange student."
"Yes."
"I was waiting for this to happen..."
"That is very like you. He's scared... they wrote them IN Swedish, flawless Swedish!" She exlcaimed.
"Who are you?" Hotch asked. She yelped lightly.
"Oh." She turned. "Sarell Quinn Tauls, sir."
"Who is this thats been getting these letters?"
"Johan, the exchange student. He didn't come to school yesterday and I went to check on him... hes terrorized..."
"What do the letters say?"
"Uhm... I want to lick you all over and savor the screams you echo appart. Your begs will make the best candy for my ears. The second letter said... I want to watch to writhe in pain and sorrow, your beauty is unmatched and your voice like summers rain. The third one is all about wanting to see his insides and what he looks like being raped." She winced. "They just get worse and worse, sir. He didn't want to come in, the police don't like him here..." She took a breath. "That and this sort of thing doesn't happen where he came from."
"Really...I speak Swedish, a little, I'll talk to him." Emily said, following the girl to Johan.
"Johan, this is... uh..."
"Emily Preintess, i work with the FBI..." She said in a little bit of strained Swedish.He smiled, obviously pleased to be hearing something in his own language. Something not so vile.
"Johan." He introduced himself.
"When did you first start recieving these letters?"
"About a week ago... well, a week ago today. And then..." he trailed off. He had a bruise above his left eye, and his fingernails were bent backward.
"Did, did someone attack you?"
"Yes... moments before Sarell came... She scared him off... He threw me into a wall on my walk around the Faunstel property. He tried to shove a cloth of my mouth but I fought. I was... so scared... I He pushed me into a stone hole, sort of like a well, just not as deep. I tried ot climb out but... it wasn't rough enough. I kept slipping back down, get half way. Slip a quarter, the man taunted me when I started crying... and then I heard Sarell and I called to her."
"I always carry a knife on my person." She mumbled, understanding some of the conversation.
"Really..." emily said looking up at her.
"Except at school..."
Johan looked scared, his shirt had been torn, and lay open, since all the buttons had been ripped off. He had a toned soft chest. He was tall and unlike the other victims. He had muscles where the others didn't. He looked exhausted.
"I'll assign some one to stay with you... if that'd make you feel better?"
"I have Sarell... shes very protective."
"Are you... you two invloved?"
"Not exactly... we... are in drama together..."
"I'm a lesbian." She said frankly.
Later....
Johan sat on Sarells bed. He was still scared and he didn't like living outside of town, with his benefactors gone for a week. He was alone with their children. On of whom was 22... The youngest was 16 and the middle child was 17, same as Johan.
"Dont worry, with me around you dont have any worry's tall." Johan smiled.
"You are a good friend." He said, thick accent making him hard to understand.
"Thankyou." She formed the words slowly and deliberately.
Meanwhile...
The boy stared down at the next victim, eyes mornful. The boy was tied to a metal bed. He shrank inside as the man wrapped his arms around him.
"Its your turn to dance, my dear."
"No." He refused.
"You will..." The man slipped the blade into his hand, between his long and feminine fingers.
"Remember, shallow straight lines are the most painful, don;t cut arteries or cause moral harm." The man lifted the boys arms and guided it to the boy on the table. He met a lot of resistance and he sobbed.
"I-I wont do it!"
1 hour later...
Reid stared at the letters. They came every day three times a day to Johan. Unlike the other victims. The letters were more graphic, violent. Emily jumped as her cellphone rang. It was Johan.
"Hej." She said.
"Another! ANOTHER!" HE sobbed on the other end of the line. "I-I... its... another." He was obviously crying, scared out of his wits. "Sarell's mother went to the store and SArell was in the shower it came! Slipped under the door!" He voice was frantic, the English was hard to understand and half of it was Swedish. He was sobbing.
"Its alright, Johan, I'm coming I'll be right there."
"Please! Hurry!" He cried.
Meanwhile...
"Your pathetic..." The man snapped. "Are you listening to me,Gural? This is the third boy you've helped escape! Do you think I LIKE this? I only wish to guide you, my love... my son." Gural stared off into the distance. '"Johan is almsot ready.... that perfect body for the taking... your prize.... so close. You;ve done so well... but..."
"I wont hurt him."
"You will, little one."
Reid was reading the words slowly. These letters were much more possesive. YOu will be mine. I need you, you are mine... Things like that. they had details of things the unsub wanted to do to Johan. This new one must have bee very bad. Johan had read it and was so scared he could barely move. Sarell sat next to him in a protective manner. In a sort of- 'you hurt him, I torture you slowly'- way.
Reid sat next to him and read it easily. he had figured out the patterns already. He shuddered reading the next line.I want to feel you from the inside. YOu belong to me and no girl can keep you away. I'll burn my name into your back and you will forever belong to me. Reid paused. tHe Me's, we almost... well... We's. The M's were almost identical...
"The first victims were taken from their beds at night, the next from their homes during dinner, then... when ever they were grab-able he took them. In broad daylight, even in a crowd..." Hotch rubbed his temples.
"Baby girl, see if theres been any kidnappings like this before?"
"On it sugar." She answered typing quickly. "Uhm... yes... in Cody 12 years ago five boys were kidnapped, 2 were found in three days, and 2 others were found after a year of being missing. The fifth was never found. After three years they gave up searching for the last and youngest boy. The wounds were almost identical to the current victims."
"Who was the last victim, how old was he?"
"He was... His name was uh very long, but his nickname was Gural. Gural was 4 when he was kidnapped, all the others were in their teens, so they didn't think it was related... Except the fact that his brother was also kidnapped, one of the two that were first found. He was the only survivor..."
"Really?! How old is he now?"
"He was the oldest of the five and he was16 when he was taken and he just turned 28 last week... Oh..."
"What is it baby girl?"
"Uh, the kidnappings started up again on the younger brothers birthday."
"When did they start?"
"November 10th, two months ago..."
"Oh... then Gural was important somehow..."
"I think it was a team." Hotch muttered to himself. "How else could they have gotten boys when they opened the door?" He asked himself.
"What if it was a team, Morgan?"
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