WARNING! VIOLENCE! GORE!
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The boy was sitting at the bus stop, his white hood hiding his pale face. The rain was pouring all over his shaking body. He wanted to laugh, hysterically, let this pulsating feeling of madness flew out of him. He took a look at the sky, drops falling on his cheeks, drawing tears on his smiling face. It was burning a bit today, some of the scars were not complitly dry.

Some footsteps...

A quick look...

He hated himself... Oh yes he did...
He hated what he was and what he was doing to those people... He hated his smile... He hated himself... He hated them for what they had done to him... What they made him become...

He stud up and let his hand grab the knife in his pocket.

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"What's your name?" , asked the woman to the young man who was sitting on the other side of her desk.
"Spencer Reid." "How old are you?" "I will turn nineteen soon..." He sighted, "what's the point of that?!"

She didn't even look up from her papers and simply continued to fill the blank spaces. Spencer Reid wasn't what we can wall a normal student, as we saw he was nineteen when he got graduated from Harvard. Under his curly cinnamon hair was hiding an IQ of 189. He was a little genius. Dressed with a red sweater and a white shirt he liked to stay discreet. People were calling him "The psycho", "The wierdo"... It was hurting him deep down into his soul but he never actually shown it. He wasn't proud he simply hated this mind of his, he was scared of it... he was scared of himself...

"Why are you here today?", the lady finally asked. "I-I have an headache and I was wondering if I could go back to my room..." "So the little Genius is sick", smirked the nurse.

His hands turned into fist, grabbing his jeans. He felt this ball form into his chest again, this hammer in his head, he could feel his veins pulsating. His breath started to get rougher and rougher. He was on the verge of tears. He grabs his school bag and ran away. At the top of his lungs he slammed the restroom door behind him, grabbed his gilet he had in his bag and started to muffle his screams with it. Why? Why did people had to be like this? Why did his own teachers had to act like this with him? He let himself fall against the wall and tried to find his breath back. He searched for his Ipod and put on his headphones. The "Dies Irae" from Mozart's requiem rushed threw him. He loved classical music... Beethoven, Mozart, Tcha kivski, Bach, Chopin... He took a look at the time. He had to go back in class... His headache was still there and he was conscious that listening to music didn't help but he needed this.

Sitting in the second rank in his quantum mechanics class he couldn't help but hear those whispers behind him... Like ghost they were soft and almost unhearable, but still here... haunting him.

"Mr. Reid, can you tell us about the last chapter we studied?", asked his teacher.
"Even with the defining postulates of both Einstein's theory of general relativity and quantum theory being indisputably supported by rigorous and repeated empirical evidence and while they do not directly contradict each other theoretically, at least with regard to their primary claims, they have proven extremely difficult to incorporate into one consistent, cohesive model. Einstein himself is well known for rejecting some of the claims of quantum mechanics!", Spencer answered quickly not letting the time to the other students to assimilate what he was saying.
"Correct.", answered the teacher. He wasn't even surprised anymore.

When the man concentrate on his class, with as much discretion as he could, Reid continue reading the book he had open on his labs. He loved reading, imagining he was the one leaving extraordinary adventures! This day he was reading the Miserables in french. He dreamed of being Enjolras or one of those young men fighting for freedom and hopes... He let out a deep sight. He was talking seven different languages including latin and greek and wasn't able to use them or praticate them in anyways... The bell rung. Time to go back in his room. He took all his stuffs and ran till the third building. Once he was finally inside "His world" like he liked to call it, he locked the door and let himself fall onto his bed. The floor were full of essays, calculus, philosophy books and other psychological studies. He was fascinated by the human mind... His condition pushed him to try to understand it's way to work. He grabbed a pencil and a notebook which was patiently waiting to be used.

September the 6.

A normal day in my abnormal life. I don't understand how people are working... I mean, what's the point of spending days kissing eachothers or smoking or drinking or... okay I shall stop... In my opinion, it's not a question of what's wrong with them... It's more like: what's wrong with me?

He knew the answer to this question... Of course, he always knew it... Since his childhood... He took a look at the turned off tele which was on the opposite side of the room. It was Saturday night... Maybe an old movie will be on air! He smiled to himself and turned it on.

"BREAKING NEWS! A YOUNG WOMAN FOUND DEAD AND MUTILATED."

Reid frown and crossed his legs, staring at the screen. They were showing the picture of a young woman about his age which people would have called pretty. Pink makeuped lips, bright blue eyes and nice curves... Reid liked beauty, he really did but in the first sens of it... Natural beauty, no make up, no fake smiles... If a woman had to be sad, she should have been... this was, for him, true pure beauty.

"We are suspecting a young man called Jeff to be the killer!", said a policeman on telly, "He was never found after if family has been discovered dead too some weeks ago! He is our principal suspect! He is dangerous and psychotic! Close your doors and you will be safe"

Spencer Reid had already left the news for a book, only hearing from a distance but internally thinking the police was truly stupid to talk about this guy like this. If he was really psychotic and mad, this sudden popularity will push him to kill again... Reid shook is head, he didn't cared, it was happening miles away from where he was.

What he didn't suspected is that this case would take much more space in his life that he ever thought it would...

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