Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm only borrowing. This fic is inspired by the song 'Hero' by Nickelback :)
-And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away-
He has always been a shy kid. His childhood went smoothly, despite the divorce of his parents and the his dad's absence. His teens were somewhat darker phase, less than encouraging.
But nevertheless, Spencer Reid came out ahead, facing all of his fears. The shy guy, the nerd high school... he was someone important. His job allowed him to travel around the country, claiming justice for the innocent. Yes, he was a kind of hero.
A hero like those that appeared in his comic books, men with superpowers who always saved the day.
His job made him feel good. His fight against injustice, his battle against crime, that was something that he felt proud about. That made him happy.
But now, Spencer world was black. His universe had become a gruesome joke. Mauve was dead, surrounded by warm blood. Her own blood.
He couldn't help feeling angry with himself. She trusted in her super hero. There was no doubt that this had been a bad move. A mistake she'd paid dearly.
No, that was his mistake. He should be faster. He should have been more convincing. He should do his fucking job ...
His world fell apart the same time as his knees. Big tears began to fall down his cheeks, His life sank into a deep abyss.
That was more than disappointment, anger and regret. That was his whole world shaking under his feet, his faith walking on a tightrope. He wanted to scream out at heaven. He wanted to throw his frustration against that God who was watching at the world destruction, without doing anything about it.
But he knew no one, except that sick murderer, was to blame for her death. She'd pay for Mauve's sad fate.
-Someone told me love will all save us.
But how can that be, look what love gave us.
A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
That world never came-
Spencer felt a comforting hand upon his shoulder. He did not need to raise his eyes. He knew it was one of his companions, inviting him to his feet.
But Spencer didn't want to leave that room. He didn't want to take off his knees from the cold ground, either save his tears for another day. She wasn' just a victim. She wasn't another statistic, another number to be added to his failures. She was Mauve. His love. His life. His hope. His wings broken.
He needed to believe in heaven and hell. Spencer needed to believe in that divine justice. Wish that bitch die in fucking hell. I wish she'd live forever, in clouds of cotton.
His saddened hazel eyes released all his tears, until his soul found a small glimmer of peace. He smiled sourly. Even dead, Mauve was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
-Now that the world isn't ending, its love that
I'm sending to you.
It isn't the love of a hero, and thats why I fear
it won't do-