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Reid struggled against his bonds and gag as he watched the congregation. They raised their cups of poisoned Kool-Aid, and Cyrus chanted:

"Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy Name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil."

And the flock replied:

"For thine is the kingdom,
And the power, and the glory,
For ever and ever.

Then, as one, they drank. Reid instantly noticed that although Cyrus had placed the cup at his lips, he didn't drink any. The madman examined his followers with narrowed eyes, making sure no one would hesitate or change their minds. Horror gripped the young profiler as he saw young children consume the poison without a care.

No, this can't be happening! Where are they? Where's the team?

Cyrus looked down at him and smiled. The leader knelt beside him, the full paper cup in one hand, and pulled the gag out of Reid's mouth.

"How would you like to go with us?" His eyes were bright with madness, and Reid leaned back, fearful. "How would you like to go to Heaven, boy?"

Without giving him a chance to respond, Cyrus lunged and pinned him to the ground, careful not to spill a drop. Reid thrashed as Cyrus pried his mouth open and poured the cup's contents down his throat. Once the deed was done, he grinned and rose to his feet, walking back to the pulpit as if nothing had happened.

Reid lay there for a moment, shocked. Then he tasted it - bitter almond mixed with the fruit punch Kool-Aid.

Oh, god, no...

Cyrus filled another cup with Kool-Aid, and then raised it in mock cheer at Reid, before tossing it back like a shot of whiskey.

Feelings of fear and panic were suddenly washed away, and now Reid simply felt weak. His temples started to pound, and he pathetically tried to wriggle out of his bonds, but it was hopeless.

So hopeless...

They weren't coming, were they?

He knew the symptoms of potassium cyanide poisoning: weakness, giddiness, headaches, vertigo, confusion, difficulty breathing, and then a deep coma followed by death.

I don't want to die!

Reid squeezed his eyes shut, panting hard.

Someone had to come, oh please, someone had to come!

Distantly, he heard what sounded like church doors bursting open followed by yelling. Then his bonds were gone, and someone was holding him close. Reid looked up but he couldn't see their face.

Dear god...their face...

"C'mon Reid!" he thought he heard them say. "Speak to me!" They looked over their shoulder at someone else, crying, "Why is his face so red?"

Speak...have to...speak...

"I...stuff all my pets..."