It happened so fast. The pain made nothing else matter and turn everything black. Fragments entered my head and the worst was shown. He killed with no concesious. He took life, he took my love and many others. My anger took over i saw no red just there faces and knew he wouldnt stop. The anger grew, the hate intensifed, and my fear engulfed my very being.

He felt the blood splatter on his face. He could feel the very life of the man he was killing leave his body. The grin on foyet's face had turned slack. Hotch had felt the skull crack before he had heard the terribly satifing noise. He a mans fate and did what he needed. Hotch saw his son's future in clear view again he was sure now that he would be safe. At least from one murder. Relief took over his body and it was happiness, no definetly not happiness not after all that he had lost, but a sense of contentness.

His name was called as they pulled him away from the now unidentifable body. He felt fragments of different emotions still going through him. From pure hatred for the dead man, and sorrow for the life that had been taken from him to a feeling of contentness for being able to stop foyet from destroying another person and there very being.