Criminal Minds A Real Rain Novels & Stories

---3:30am--- My bloody hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The city lights blurred outside the window, streaks of neon and shadows racing by as my car sped down the empty streets. I barely registered the sound of the rain tapping against the windshield, my mind lost in a labyrinth of guilt, anger, and exhaustion. My phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with another message from Rico. *"Bring the girl."* Rico’s words were sharper than a blade, it cut me deep, the implication clear. I don't know how they did it, but they found out about Vivian and Damien. I hated that she would be brought into this fucked up mess. The Montellis weren’t just giving orders

"Rachel!" "You think this is a game?!" Moss suddenly shrieked into the empty dark, her voice breaking into a manic, feral roar as she kicked the bleeding tire of the van. "Come out, you cowards! You think you won tonight?! Come down here and finish it!" The rain kept lashing the concrete, drowning out her screams. Jane slowly broke her cheek away from the warm stock of her rifle, her breath fogging the night air. Through the high-powered scope, she watched the brain matter wash away in the rain.

I nagged, tapping through my phone screen with force. “We have caught the criminal!” My mind shattered into a million unpickable pieces. I was doomed!

Amara sat in the back of a cab, her fingers drumming nervously against the leather seat. Outside, the rain streaked the windows, distorting the familiar Manchester skyline into a blur of lights and shadows. She traced the droplets with a finger, watching as they wove patterns down the glass, each one a reminder of the chaos inside her. The city, once comforting and familiar, now felt alien, reflecting the dissonance that had settled in her chest.

ADRIANA'S POV WHICH beat more lightly, the drizzling rain or my fickle heart? To a much greater relief I would pick my heart. It felt so much better coming back and finding the end if the stairway empty meant at least that I was not a murderer just yet as I walked to my room dropping the drugs I had just gotten from the pharmacy on the table. I watched as the rain beat lightly against my window as I padded my way to the bathroom leaving my trail of clothing on the ground.

The murderer of fourteen people and I was going to be number fifteen. I turned to look at my assailant, finally identify them. But no one was there. The rain was still falling, each drop sitting on my skin like a puddle that would never leave, perfectly formed, perfectly cold. I feel the water steal my body heat just a tiny bit at a time. Perhaps once I would have sort shelter or warmth - but no longer. I wonder, though, what if the sun broke through? What if each drop sparkled with light? What then? Would the warmth seep through and bring a new reality? Would I shake off this rain as quickly as a cat after a storm? Because I think I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.

Rain’s POV A single tear slipped down my cheek as I paced inside my bedroom. The plan was working so far but the price of success was very high. Inside the mansion I have used my magical powers to build a bond with each person living here. I knew the moment death happened in the dungeon. I also knew who the murders are and where they are. The evil fae prince had just freed Crissy and walked back inside the mansion. He is making his way upstairs to appear innocent of the crimes he has committed. Anger and hatred boiled inside me and swirled in my soul along with sadness at the loss of Kit and Hart. I stopped pacing, knowing it was almost time to get myself kidnapped. I missed my mate so much.

Something her mind could easily wrap around and make sense of. Thunder clapped outside and her eyes were drawn up to the darkening sky above. She watched the clouds rolling by with small flashes of lightning and listened to the grumbling thunder for a while. The rain steadily increased, covering the outer glass until she could no longer distinguish the distorted images outside. Sighing Cara looked around the room again. Her eyes fell upon the doorway at her far left. Standing she walked over and tried to open the door. But, the door nob wouldn't turn and the door wouldn't budge. "Of course..", Cara muttered to herself, before turning back to the room behind her. She looked at the rain covere

RYDER'S POV Rain hammers against the roof of the taxi, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that matches the pounding in Ryder’s skull. He sits in the backseat, water dripping from the soaked hem of his jeans onto the expensive leather upholstery. The driver shoots a nervous glance in the rearview mirror, but Ryder doesn’t acknowledge it. He just stares out the window, watching the city lights blur into streaks of neon and grey. He is drenched, freezing, and furious at himself—not for getting caught in the downpour without his bike, but for what happened in the club yesterday before.

A child like that couldn't be evil. [I live downstairs from their apartment. I had seen Rainie come home late at night carrying medicine. It was always for her sister. She took better care of that girl than their own parents did.] [Something doesn't add up. If Rainie really wanted to hurt her sister, why did she end up dead herself? Her death was clearly caused by blunt trauma.] … Stella's face slowly turned pale. Her fingers flew across the keyboard. She tried to seize control of the narrative, but new "evidence" appeared online. Edited photos that showed bruises on her body. A recording that claimed to capture my voice threatening her. Even several "witnesses" who said they had seen me mis