Criminal Minds 7 Seconds Novels & Stories

The guard studied me for a long moment. Then he reached for his radio. I stood at those gates and I did not fidget and I did not look away and my wolf stood straight inside me for the first time in seven years. The radio crackled. The guard looked up. Alpha Rhys says to bring her in, he said. He did not sound surprised. And that was the part that should have reassured me. It did not.

Suddenly, a fat hand extended over. “Hey, come and have a drink with me.” The overweight man dragged me toward the washroom. Just as I was about to be dragged into the washroom, Jeremy, who was focused on finding Bailey, finally realized what was happening to me. His eyes were bloodshot as he punched the pervert. He did not stop until the pervert was covered in blood. Jeremy then hugged me with his trembling hands. “Don’t worry, I’m here. It’s fine now.” I grabbed his arms, and it was as if I had been transported back in time to that rainy night seven years ago.

The blonde let everyone out from her body until there was nothing left to bring out. The sound of glass shattering. The sight of red liquid continuously flowing out. The look on the lifeless man’s face. The loud siren of the police cars. The panicking voice of Dakota. The look of betrayal on her face as they met eyes. That exact moment flashed vividly in her mind.

Entirely too close. But his eyes never left hers. “We use it,” he said. “Every memory. Every file. Every name. We use all of it and burn them with it.” Elena’s pulse thudded. Sophia. Ethan. Victor. Samuel. Factory Seven. The photograph. The child in white. The pieces were finally taking shape, and the picture they formed was monstrous. A sound cut through the rain. An engine. Headlights flashed once at the far end of the service road.

Fiona looked haggard, chasing a toddler through the crowd. They saw me. We locked eyes for a split second, but neither of us said a word. We were strangers now. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed. But as I walked toward my waiting car where Damian was waiting, I knew I had finally found my real happily ever after.

I've only been here a little over two weeks and I feel like I'm losing my mind. I actually lost my mind a long time ago, but now, I was just falling deeper and deeper into insanity and I think it has to do with the fact that I was becoming obsessed with Kitty. I had created this entire thing in my head that I knew wasn't normal but I couldn't stop it. "Because of Kitty," I repeated to Mason once again and he shook his head as he chuckled and moved away, his hands covered in my blood. "Kitty will be the death of you, Prisoner VII," Mason said as he washed his hands in the basin, "you really going through all of this for her? Who's running the drug industry if you're here in this place?"

My face felt permanently etched into a scowl from the morning's fury. "She pushed Reigna down a hole. She injured her. Then she played the victim for the cameras she arranged to be there." "And our job is to prove that arrangement," Marcus interjected, turning from the window. "But proving premeditation without direct evidence will be challenging sir. Her tears, her 'bruises' – they're powerful visual testimony." I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the desk. "She's meticulous, yes, but arrogant. She thinks she's untouchable." My mind raced, sifting through every detail of that horrifying morning. The mill, its decaying structure, the service tunnel.

Let's visit our main guy Rhema. RHEMA I kept zooming into the video on my phone pleading the image to change from Malik to someone else, I didn't want to believe he had killed her or had a hand in killing her. We were like siblings, he was always around us and now all of a sudden he killed her? My insides were doing flips. I want to be anywhere but here right now, Chidimma and Sarima are talking on and on about the video giving their theories and I just seated here in denial.

He likes to refer to them a bottom feeders, vultures or the classic 'fucking freaks' depending on his mood. With all the media coverage that the case had garnered nation wide, he had hordes of people beating the doors down to see it. Everyone had wanted to see the infamous 'murder motel' where the crazy man and his deranged son had kidnapped all those women and then brutally murdered them. Everyone's favorite place to check out was the old well that had held all the bodies of the victims.

Gruesome I could handle, but being there, standing next to the person who did it, knowing I would be sleeping in the same bed as him, his arms around me… But it wasn’t the first time. That wasn’t the first person he’d killed in front of me and fucked me soon after. Even with as lax as things had become, almost normal routines, I was still a captive even with my new companion status. The threat of death is what kept me beside him as much as I kept myself. I tried to push the image out of my mind as we made our way through the building. Tried not to think of my family and friends. “The morgue is this way,” Seven said, directing us to the large metal doors at the end of the hall.