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Pain. That was the first thing that registered on the young Spencer Reid's genius mind. There was lots of it, pulsing throughout his body. It felt like a being was trying to prize his skull open; from the inside. Spencer did not want to open his eyes for a fear of what he would find. So instead he kept them closed for as long as he needed to survey his condition.

His brain, despite the pain, was in overdrive. Fear and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He slowly moved his limbs, one by one, surveying the damage. After a couple of minutes he came to the conclusion that his legs were still intact. Now for his arms. As soon as he tried to move his left arm, hot pulsating pain electrocuted every cell of his being. He let out a quiet but distinct whimper as fresh, warm blood began to flow. Judging by the amount of pain in his left arm, he decided he had fractured his radius. With a hesitant check of his other arm, he found that was the extent of his physical injuries. But how did he get them?

A new type of fear gripped Spencer. He had never experienced forgetting. He clamped his eyes even further closed, scanning his brain for information. It came in fractions.

Jazz music was playing. He recognized the composer. Johnny Alegre. He was one of Spencer's favourites in the genre. As he walked up to the blinding lights of the Jazz club, he heard a voice. Actually, he heard a scream. As soon as he rounded the corner to the darkened pit of an alley, He heard a chuckle.

'I knew that would get your attention, Spencer.' A soft voice filled his ears, but he couldn't quite recognize it. The only thing he knew was that it was coming from behind him.

As Spencer turned around, the hooded man grabbed a knife out of his pocket and slit the woman's throat. Spencer knew that she was the one who was screaming previously, but now her throat was making a gurgling sound as her own blood flooded her airway.

Spencer was in shock. He was reason that young women died. He could have saved her.

Obviously seeing the look of despair in Spencer's eyes, the soft voice spoke again.

'Don't worry, Spencer, she was just a whore.'

The voice sounded almost affectionate, it sent chills down his spine either way. It took a minute for Spencer to realize that the hooded murderer was approaching him; he instantly reached for his gun, only to realize that he had left it in his hotel He was off duty after all. Lost in shock, thought, or both, Spencer was numb. Numb to the pain of the blade entering his forearm, but, judging by the scream that followed, the numbness didn't last long as the man twisted the blade. A sickening crack echoed throughout Spencer's mind. The hooded man then removed the blade to whack the butt of it against Spencer's skull.

That's when everything went black.

He stopped his recall of his attack when he could feel breath on the back of his neck. His heart practically stopped when the spine chilling voice sounded again.

'Hello, my dear Spencer.' Said the voice.

Realization and shock overcoming his physique as Spencer finally recognized the sickening voice. Spencer opened his eyes for the first time since the attack, and grimaced at the pain. But he faced his captor anyway.

'Ethan.' He breathed.

Then he let the darkness take him into a more welcoming reality.

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