Criminal minds x Silent Hill au
tw: canon typical violence
Aaron didnât know how much time has passed. Has it passed at all or were they stuck in the same short moment theyâve decided to set their foot in Silent Hill? That didnât really matter. The point was, Spencer has never let him touch him before and now he was begging Aaron to dig the knife deep in his hand.
âPlease, itâs there, take it out, take it outâ, â the boy was crying hysterically shaking with fear.
âThere is nothing under your skin, Spencer, calm downâ
âI fucking feel it and itâs moving, I canât take it anymore, pleaseâ, â he was frantically scratching his wrist, getting a small droplets of ichor out of there but it was hardly enough to calm him down.
The blade reflected the dull light coming through the thick fog. Hotch didnât know when he managed to took out his knife and whyâd he do that.
âI wonât do itâ, â the man said, his knuckles turning white at the tight grip on the handle.
âPlease, Aaron, Iâm begging youâ
Reid was an ugly crier and despite that Hotch couldnât take his eyes off him. The picture of the boy looking so utterly pathetic and desperate was doing something to his brain and every part of his body that laid lower. He wasnât scared to hurt Spencer. He was scared because thatâs what he wanted to do. He wanted to dig the knife deep into Reidâs flash, rip his pale skin open and see what heâd find underneath. The blood, the muscle, all the way to the bone. He needed to see all the layers of his beauty and get him bare of it all, so there was only the very essence left. It might explain it all. It might be the answer to all the questions of howâs and whyâs. It might be the real reason they both were here.
âAaronâ, â the boy cried out again, weaker, sweeter.
If he closed his eyes, he could almost see it, he could almost feel the crack of the skin underneath the sharp blade, the smooth movement of it slowly coming all the way to the elbow, resisting the pressure of flesh. The blood, flowing from the wound was hot and thick, and the smell of it was the best thing Aaron had ever known. The taste must have been as well. Everything around was turning crimson and finally, finally, Reid didnât look so prefect, so unaffected by the horrors that messed with Aaronâs head.
The breathy little squeak got to Hotchâs ears right when boyâs head landed on his chest as in complete defeat or an ultimate relief. Aaron looked down in horror and saw the very real knife buried in bloody arm. And his hand was holding it.
âNo, no, no, Iâm sorry, Iââ, â he pulled the blade out and the boy gasped, falling like a dead weight into Aaronâs arms.
The sound of steal hitting the pavement was the loudest noise that has ever gotten through this tower and the man thought he must be deafened by it, because he didnât heard a single word Spencer said after it.
âThank you, oh, itâs okay, everything is okay now, it got out, it left meâ
The boy was bleeding onto him, muttering some grateful nonsense and the only thing Aaron could think about was the fact that he was the only monster that managed to hurt Reid in whatever time theyâve spent here.
The only thing they managed to find in an abandoned pharmacy was an old rotten bandage and water Aaron used to clean Reidâs crimson hand. The boy was hissing but never once complained though the pain from such a deep cut must have been strong. It would need stitching and Hotchner had little to no skills in medicine so it would leave an ugly scar, there was no doubts.
âWe have to go to the hospitalâ
âWhy? Itâs alrightâ, â Spencer said, despite everything being utterly wrong.
âWe need to disinfect the wound and stitch it, but there is nothing to do it withâ
âCan you go there without me?â
Aaron didnât tell him that he was possessed, neither did he tell the boy that in that moment he enjoyed cutting his skin open, that he wanted to get deeper into Spencer, that he was going to take him apart bit by bit. He should have. Reid had to know that he was in danger, because it could happen again and next time it would only get worse. But telling him meant loosing him. And Hotch couldnât stand the thought of being left alone once again.
âAre you scared of me?â
âNo, no, itâs not thatâ, â Reid reassured him all too quickly. â âIâm just not ready to go there, yet, I thinkâ
Spencer hesitated before answering but there was nothing left to hide once the man saw his white bones.
âI also came here looking for someoneâ, â the boy said, looking at his dirty shoes with the droplets of blood drying on them. â âWell, not looking, I know sheâs here, in the hospital, where Iâve left her years ago. I need to take her home. I have to. I know I did the wrong thing, sending her here, but I was so tired, and I wanted to live my life, I wanted to know what it meant, what it felt like. I saw her suffering every single day and I could do nothing about it and I-I couldnât take it anymore. She screamed, and she cried and she hit me, when she wasnât recognizing who I was. But it wasnât her fault and I really shouldnât have left her aloneâ
âWho are you talking about?â
Still he came with Hotch. Whether because he managed to find the strength to finally face his mother, who he was avoiding for so long, or because he was scared to actually part ways with the man, even though at this point he was as much danger as any other creature in this cursed town. Hotchner doubted that they would find Spencerâs mom here. The building looked as wrecked as all the other places in Silent Hill and as deserted. But his determination to find Haley wasnât any less lunatic, so he kept his mouth shut.
After they got what they needed, they barricaded in one of the empty hospital rooms that didnât smell too much like rott and death. Not like there was a huge difference.
âItâll hurtâ, â the man said, holding a needle that was supposed to go in and out Spencerâs pale skin.
âI knowâ, â he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and after that didnât make a single sound for the whole time Aaron was stitching him up.
The stitches were ugly but Reid was beautiful, biting his lip and clenching his fists. When Hotch was done he bent to chew off the rest of the thread, getting so closed to the wound, he was tempted to lick it.
âNo, my mom is somewhere here, I have to find herâ, â Spencer protested, even though he was clearly exhausted.
âIâll wake you up before long, but your organism needs time to recoverâ
Reid agreed to sleep just so he could close his eyes and stop seeing all these horrors at least for an hour or two, so he laid down on the bed that had no pillows, no blancket and no mattress to begin with, curling in a little ball near Aaronâs legs, but didnât dare put his head on manâs thighs.
âWhat do you mean?â â the man asked, looking down on Spencer.
âThe monsters. I think all people see them a bit differentlyâ
âI donât knowâ, â Reid grimaced and made himself even smaller on the bed, â âUsually I have all the answers but this place has worn me down, I canât even think properly anymore. No matter how much I try, itâs all blurredâ
âWell, mine are some humanoid creatures, who crawl on their fours and bleed, even though they have no wounds, and scream even though they have no mouthsâ, â Aaron said, holding his hand somewhere near boyâs hair, but not near enough to touch.
âMine are deadly silent, but they are always looking at me with hundreds of eyes. And they are all hands that are always reaching out for meâ, â Spencer paused for a moment, thinking about something and then added in a quiet voice, as if it was something he didnât want to hear himself, â âI donât think they really want to kill me most of the time. They want to touch meâ
âTouch you? Like⊠sexually?â
âNot necessary. But itâs always something possessive, like they own me, like they have a right on my body. And it feels grossâ
âIâm not a monsterâ, â Aaron felt the need to say, even though he wasnât so sure of it anymore.
âI know, but I mean, can we be sure? How can you be so confident Iâm not a monster? Or that you arenât? This place is playing with our minds and most of the time I feel like Iâm loosingâ
âWell, canât be sure about myself, but youâre too pretty to be a Hellâs creationâ
âMaybe itâs just another illusion and what you see is not the same I will if I look in the mirrorâ
Aaron looks at the boy and for a moment his features are destorted, his face is a mess and his whole body is covered in stabbed wounds. And he is bleeding. Bleeding uncontrollably on Aaronâs arms. And the next moment everything is fine. He is just a boy drifting to sleep, curled by his side.
âIâve been called that beforeâ, â Reid breathed out with his eyes shut closed.
âIntellect can appear threatening for someâ
âWho called you that?â
âMy pears. I was six and I knew that Iâd never experience the sense of community long before they even knew what that wasâ, â Reid shifted a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, even though there wasnât one, â âThis place doesnât feel that different from any other, you know. It may even not be the worstâ
It couldnât be the truth and yet when Spencer laid his head carefully on Aaronâs lap, he finally calmed down and his whole body relaxed, like there was nothing to worry about. Hotch put his hand in the boyâs hair and wondered how deep inside could get the dagger while the boy would still crave it.
