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Agent Gibson and his team exited from the Clark residence. Noah Gibson had seen and solved countless cases in his career at the BAU, but this one was unlike anything he had ever seen. He has dealt with bombers, arsonists, maniacs, and even LRSK’s (long ranged serial killers). If you can name it, Gibson and his team probably solved a case involving them. However, these cases were different. Gibson had seen gruesome crime scenes, but never anything involving what the media calls “Metahumans” or “Magic”.

“These are obviously the same culprits from the first crime scene,” Agent Gibson said, “We were lucky that the first kidnapped girl had seizures without her medications, which inadvertently forced our unsubs into leaving an eye witness. We need to combine what we learned from that little girl and from both crime scenes in order to captures these deviants.”

The youngest member of the team spoke up first.

“Well, from the information that we learned from the first girl and from the crime scenes, I have to say that these home invasions and murders must be a rite of passage. This is supported by the glass scattered on the front steps and the types of animals that the unsubs would transform the parents into. The transformations might be the most important, because they transform the parents into animals that are commonly used in many cultures as victims for animal sacrifice. I wouldn’t be surprised that by transforming the parents into these animal hybrids, the unsubs see them more as victims for sacrifice rather than for murder.”

“But I thought we profiled the killers as a Bonny and Clyde duo?” A.J. asked.

“That what I thought at first, but after seeing this crime scene, I highly doubt it now. If you examine the mother’s neck wound, you will see that the cut is shallower and more jagged than the father’s wound. This shows that the mother’s killer was less experienced than the father’s killer.”

“Even the transformations show that the mother’s killer is less experienced. The father looks like a Minotaur form Greek Mythology, more bestial than human. But the mother is almost the exact opposite. She preserves most of her humanity, if it wasn’t for several cow features. In fact, in spite of her bovine attributes, if someone would just look at her face, they probably wouldn’t realize she was any different, assuming the wife was wearing a hat to cover up her ears.”

“We also learned from the little girl that the unsubs probably are from Romani descent.” Gibson said, “They’re kidnapping these girls as handpicked future wives for their son once they have come of age. This allows them to keep their bloodlines relatively healthy because there isn’t any inbreeding. The murder of the parents almost secures that now one will be searching for the child.”

“Since they have a healthy girl, we must assume that they will attempt to leave the area in order to start new lives, probably in another corner of the state or even over state lines. We need the local police to keep an eye out for any abandoned vehicles, especially RV’s and mobile homes. In addition, we should also alert the nearest malls to be on the lookout for a Romani couple. This “family” will try to reinvent themselves. If we allow them to slip through our fingers, we probably will never be able to locate them. Any questions?”

“One question,” A.J. stated, “What about the girl who called 9-1-1? Sammy. Her car is still parked in the drive way and no bodies were found anywhere in or around the house.”

“We must assume that the unsubs still have her. She was a surprise in their plans, so your guess is as best as mine to whether she is still alive.”

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Sammy finally regained consciousness. However, she didn’t know where she was. It was dark and she smelled something was burning. Gas probably. Sammy tried to sit up, but she immediately banged her head against the roof of whatever she was trapped in.

Suddenly, someone opened up the compartment in which Sammy had been imprisoned from the outside, which apparently turned out to be the trunk of that car which she saw at the Clark’s house. In front of Sammy stood a middle-aged man along with a young boy, no older than eleven years. Behind them was an RV, or rather what use to be an RV because it had been set on fire.

The man and his son were speaking to one another, although Sammy could not understand any of it because they were speaking in a foreign tongue. After a couple seconds of conversation, the father and the son pulled Sammy out of the trunk and dragged her a few yards away from the burning inferno that the RV was.

Also around the burning RV was a middle-aged woman, obviously the man’s wife and the boy’s mother. In her arms she held a young girl, the girl whom they had just kidnapped form the Clark’s residence.

“Lauren!” Sammy said, “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”

“Her name isn’t Lauren. It’s Sylvia,” the woman said to Sammy.”

“No, it’s Lauren Clark,” Sammy snapped back.

“No, it’s SYLVIA!” the woman barked at Sammy.

Suddenly, the father seized Sammy from behind and threw her onto the ground. The son then placed a collar around her neck, while his father pounded a stake into the ground that connected to the collar. Sammy did not know what was going on. If they would just leave her there, would that not leave a key witness behind?

The father walked over to the son and kneed down so that they faced face-to-face.

“This will be your last opportunity to practice for quite some time. Make sure you make it count,” the father said, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders.

“I always wanted a cat as a pet. Why can’t we keep her?”

The father just smiled at his son’s suggestion, rubbing his hand through his son’s hair. He then led his son in front of Sammy, placing his hands on his shoulders from behind.

“Don’t forget the vocal cords,” the father whispered into his son’s ears. The child turned his head and gave his father a smile. Then he turned back to Sammy and placed his hands onto her face.