Midnight Sky
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do Not Own Criminal Minds!
Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
-William Faulkner
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I turned over in my bed only to find that it wasn't my bed. I looked around at the small room. The walls were white and the paint was peeling. It seemed like I was in an old hotel room. I didn't know how I got here, though. The last thing I remember was walking out the the FBI building talking with Morgan. We were laughing- having a good time. What had happened? Had we got out for a drink? If I didn't know myself better then I would have figured that I got drunk, but I never drink.
Slowly I rolled out of the dirty, old bed and found my way to the window. Opening the blinds I found that it was day time, but the sky was covered by thick, black clouds. A deep fog had also set itself over the city. Going back to the room I tried to find my phone, but could seem to find it. And there was no land line in the room. In fact I didn't see any technology- no TV or alarm clock.
Sighing I left the room. The hallway was in no better condition then the room. The paint was peeling as well, and dirt and trash covered every inch of it. I wondered how I could possibly have gotten to such at ratty, old place. Even just the thought that I slept in that bed made me sick.
As I walked a passed no one. Not a big surprise. Who would want to stay here. It was when i got to the lobby that I was surprised. There was no one. No one behind the desk. No one anywhere. The room was trashed even worse then the rest of the building. Broken furniture littered the floor. It looked like no one had been in the room for years.
I couldn't believe it. How could I have fallen asleep in an abandoned hotel? Had I been drugged? I really needed to find a phone so I could call Hotch or Morgan or anyone. I needed to know what had happened.
I was running before I even knew it. I was out the door in an instant. Upon exiting the building I realized that the thick fog I had seen from the window wasn't fog. It was smog and some sort of smoke mixed together. I coughed when I breathed it in. It stung my lungs. I knew that it wasn't good to be breathing it, it couldn't be, but I had to find out what was going on.
I looked around to see that it wasn't much clearer out here then it had been inside. There was even some large blocks from buildings lying in the street. The one thing I didn't see was humans, or animals. There was no life at all, not even rats.
I went into the empty street and started walking. I didn't know where I was walking to, but I had to find someone, anyone. It only took a few minutes for me to feel like I was going to pass out. I couldn't breath. I continued though, shouting every few moments.
I finally fell to me knees from lack of oxygen. Coughing I looked to the ground. Thats when I say it. My face was on a newspaper. Above it it said, MISSING. I could barely believe my eyes. Quickly I picked it up and read the missing person article. It said I had been missing since February 5 2009. That had been yesterday. But then could all this have really happened in one night? How long had it been? Frantically I turned through the paper until I found the front page. The date was February 21 2011. It had been two years since I last remember.
I didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to think. How could two years of my life go by with out me knowing? What had happened? Why was the world like this? Had there been some sort of attack? Was I breathing in radiation? My mind couldn't take it all. I felt myself falling- falling into a darkness. Then there was nothing,
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I woke up not knowing where I was. It took a few moments but then I remembered what I had found out. The thick smoke. The rubble. Me being missing. Two years have gone by.
As I opened my eyes I realized that I wasn't being suffocated any more. And there was light. I wasn't in the pale darkness that had been around me before. It was the first light I had seen in- well- two years. I sat up to find myself in a large gray colored room. Around me there was a dozen people. Some of them were lying in bed near the one I was in. The others were walking around with no order. All were wearing white. The sound was over whelming, but I liked it. It made me feel like I actually existed.
One of the men saw that I was awake and came over to my bed.
"Whats going on?" I ask before he was even all the way to me.
"We found you outside... In an infected area." The man said.
"No.. before that.... What happened to the world?" The man looked confused, as I knew he would.
"What's your name?"
"Spencer Reid...." I don't know the significance of it.
"You're the guy that went missing..."
"Yeah... so I've figure out..."
"Where're you been?"
"I... I don't know. I can't remember anything about the last two years..."
"Then you really don't know, do you."
With that I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know. Could it really be that bad?