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Dr. Spencer Reid ([info]thisiscalm) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2014-05-20 23:33:00

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Entry tags:artemis crock, data, kitty pryde (aoa), nathan harris, sam winchester, spencer reid, tyki mikk

272 // open dreams
[ Option one: UnSub of the Week. ]

[ You’re hunted. Maybe you really did something, or perhaps you’re falsely accused but whatever happened, they’re on to you. The FBI is closing in. They know where you live, big black vans swarming like bluebottle flies outside the building, men and women in dark blue flak vests filing in, weapons at the ready. They’re on to you.

The soft footsteps of worn sneakers are coming closer in the hallway. They’re on to you. They’re almost here. ]


[ Option two: Compulsion to Move ]

[ You find yourself in a loft apartment. It’s dimly lit, shadows concealing most of the furniture aside from a lit circle in the middle of the floor. Two chairs pulled up, facing each other. Perhaps you’re tied to one of them, or maybe you’re just a bystander. Whichever you are, Reid is sitting in the other. Hands tied behind his back, blindfold fastened over his eyes.

Whatever is happening, it’s clear you’re not alone. ]


[ Option three: Phantasmagoria ]

[ The room is warmly lit, a deep golden sunshine filtering in from the tall windows, glistening off the leeches that are slowly and endlessly seeping out of the walls. Sawdust is flickering through the air, catching the light and piling onto the floor in soft, golden mounds, rippled like sand dunes around the electric chair that stands in the middle of the room.

There’s someone sitting in it, zipped up in a body bag. Slight movement reveals that it’s not a corpse. Aside from this, the room remains still and calm. ]



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[info]thisiscalm
2014-05-29 07:12 pm UTC (link)
[ What if it's someone important. Those are the words that finally hit home, thick and sickly and unavoidable. He's already lost someone important to a serial killer. He can't lose someone else. ]

Drop. The knife. [ Expression hardening, he squeezes the trigger ever so slightly. Not enough to fire. Not yet. ]

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-05-29 07:28 pm UTC (link)
[Nathan flinches the moment he thinks Reid's going to shoot, betraying some desire to live. But the gun doesn't go off and they're locked in a standoff.]

If I do, then what? You can't do anything to help me.

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[info]thisiscalm
2014-05-30 10:25 am UTC (link)
Maybe I can't... but you're not dying. You're not. [ Growing obsessive. Frantic. ]

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-05-30 06:11 pm UTC (link)
Nathan takes another cautious step in Reid's direction.] Maybe I won't die here, now. Maybe you won't kill me, but I have to die.

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[info]thisiscalm
2014-05-31 12:50 pm UTC (link)
[ And in turn he squeezes the trigger a little harder, tension growing. ] We all die, Nathan. Sooner or later.

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-05-31 10:08 pm UTC (link)
Yeah, but I have to die before someone else does. [He glances back at the dead woman.] Before I do that again.

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[info]thisiscalm
2014-06-01 10:35 am UTC (link)
We'll lock you up. Keep you out of harms way. You don't have to die. [ But he will, if Reid squeezes that trigger any harder. ]

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-06-02 02:44 am UTC (link)
[Nathan half-smiles, but his body language is anything but amused. He's done. Fighting with his own mind and impulses is too hard, and dealing with the consequences of those impulses is next to impossible.]

D'you really think that's better than dying?

[A slow step forward.]

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[info]thisiscalm
2014-06-02 03:44 pm UTC (link)
Anything is better than dying. [ Is it? Is it really? He doesn't sound so convinced. Hand trembling. ]

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-06-03 12:52 am UTC (link)
No, it's not. Killing's not better than dying. It felt good at first, then... [He trails off.] You don't save people like me, Dr. Reid.

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[info]thisiscalm
2014-06-03 07:39 pm UTC (link)
[ A beat. ] No. I don't. [ And that's when he pulls the trigger. ]

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[info]questionofwhen
2014-06-03 11:15 pm UTC (link)
[In some dreams, nothing would have happened. In others, the bullet might have missed or Nathan might have survived the shot or any number of other things may have happened.

In this dream, however, the gun fires a bullet into Nathan's head and he's dead before he hits the ground.

(That's how it appears to Reid. To Nathan, he has moved on to another dream--or maybe another nightmare.)

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