A pair of footsteps wakes me up from my light sleep. I force myself to not jerk up when he stops a few feet away from me. Instead, I slowly raise my head as Laurel whimpers faintly in the background. I don't know if I can handle more physical pain, but I can't object.

He then stoops down to my level. "You're still silent," he says. "So that's why we're going another route." He chuckles evilly under his breath as he stands up again.

Laurel becomes silent as I ask, "What route?"

He merely smiles darkly. "You'll see," he taunts sickeningly as he pulls out two black crystals. He places them on my temples and steps back, a small remote in his hand. He presses it for a second, and my temples throb in agony as if someone is hammering a nail from that area.

I scream, my body stiffening and my nerves screaming for the pain to stop.

He smiles nefariously at me. "Mental torture," he says. "Why didn't I think of that earlier?" He presses the button again for a longer time- and for a longer time, my temples were torturing my nerves. Poor Laurel has to listen to my screams of agony mixed with his taunting cackles.

Pain. Screams. Cackles. Repeat.

This happens over and over for who knows how long. The pain is so noticeable that I can't even count the seconds of how long this happens.

But when he does stop torturing my head, he has an expressionless face. He then holds a hand to his ear. "What...?" His eyes widen at whatever he hears. He steals a wary glance at me before nodding. "Fine. We'll do it to her instead."

Her? Instead? I ask myself. What is he going to do to me? After a moment of silence, I ask myself, What can possibly be worse than what he's doing now..?

Unfortunately, I was going to get that answer all too quickly.

He then places his fingers over the black crystals, pressing the crystals into my temples more. My eyes widen as I exchange nervous glances with Laurel. I feel a sharp pain when he accidentally cuts the scar on my cheek. I clench my fists so tightly that I can see my knuckles turning white. "What are you-"

My voice is cut off when my mind is overloaded with so many things that my head throbs again. I grip the arms of the chair as my mind tries to sort through everything.

I see a middle aged woman running through what I think is a museum. The view then changes to a man's hand as if tightly holds a large knife. The view then shifts upwards in time to see the knife fly straight into the woman's midsection. The woman falls over, and the man's hand pulls the knife out of her. He then stabs her repeatedly before turning her and dragging the knife across her face.

I don't even have to think to know that I'm watching the killer's perspective of him killing Michelle.

As I tremble in my chair, my mind projects an alleyway, and a man leaning against the wall. It seems as if he's trying to get away from whatever's behind. I take in a shaky breath when the person suddenly crumples to the ground, not moving. The view suddenly zooms up on the fallen person as if the man ran up to the person. Suddenly, a beam of light shines on the collapsed man, and I realize that the killer brought a flashlight since it's dark.

He shines the light onto the face, and I gasp.

It's David.

The killer proceeds to rummage through the pockets to finally grab a small test tube with something metallic in it. At a second glance, I see that the metal thing is actually a memory card.

The view shifts away from the test tube and down to David again. "You should've left when you could've. Disguises won't cut it nowadays," a familiar male voice says.

His voice.

My mind finally clears and I find myself staring at a wide-eyed Laurel. I mouth to her, How long has it been?

About what- four hours, she mouths back. They don't have a clock in here, but that man kept saying how many hours passed when they did.

I nod, becoming silent once again. I see him walk to the front again, the black crystals that used to be on my head now in his hands. One black crystal in each hand, he glares at me. "Say something," he says.

I open my mouth to say something, but I hear someone say my name in my head. Sophie, it says. A male voice. A voice that's familiar in a way I can't describe. I force myself not to cry, but my eyes water anyways. 

Fitz...

Sophie..? Sophie..! I can practically feel the joy of him saying my name, and it takes all of my willpower to not smile gently. They told me that you and Laurel left while I was out. Sophie- why didn't you wait?

I- A rebellious tear slides down my cheek as I exhale sharply and close my eyes. I- I couldn't... I- I'm sorry... for what I did. 

You didn't know. My heart throbs at the pity and sympathy laced with his thoughts.

But now I do. And it must've felt horrible. Just awful. 

I tense up at the anger in his mental voice as he transmits, You do..? Who did it, Sophie? For a moment, there's silence. Then I hear him again, Are you alone?

No... Laurel's with us... She had to watch him.

Watch who do what..?!

Him. The one with... I don't finish the statement, knowing all too well that Fitz already can tell. He... he used a hot blade to cauterize the incisions he made on me, and... she had to listen to my screams.

Sophie... I'm going to come. You can't suffer any more of that.

No.

...What..? "No" what?

Not yet. I can handle it. I swallow the pain I'm feeling, hoping that Fitz doesn't feel it somehow through my thoughts. I'll try to get some answers. 

NO. Sophie-

Hear me first. He did it, Fitz. I suck in a shaky breath, shivering involuntarily. I saw his memories through my eyes. He gave them to me... I force myself to look down instead of him.

...Are you sure..? I notice the uncertainty

Of him doing it? I shake my head. Yes. I'm sure.

Of me not coming immediately... My throat closes up at this. Sophie, he transmits suddenly, causing me to sit up straight. You're still at the warehouse, right?

I sigh. I- I don't know.

I'll look there first anyways.

"I'll"? Fitz, no.

Don't worry, he quickly assures me. I'm bringing Mr. Wallace, Donovan, and Benen. I won't be going alone.

Thank you, Fitz, I say. Taking in a deep breath, I transmit, for making his a whole lot easier.

Sophie-

I then send him the memories that he sent me, not waiting for his reply. Quickly severing whatever mental connection we had, I glare up at him, my anger flaring within me. "It's you," I seethe at him.

His green eyes widen in surprise. "You little-" He then slams the black crystals into my temples angrily.

Not only did he break the crystals right then and there, but he also made my surroundings go black like the crystal shards now lying around me.