Screaming, choking drowning. Caught in the nightmare from hell, the man writhes and twists, begging for help. He runs, through trees and bushes. He slips, he falls. Scrambling upright he moans as he hears the crashing of his pursuer. He feels a pain in his chest and a noise like a small cough. Run, he utters to himself but his body will no longer obey.
His pursuer is beside him. "No" He moans, the darkness already upon him, blinding his sight. He falls, falls into the darkness that cradles him in soft peace. He tries to stay awake but it's too much. He falls, and as he falls, his breath fades, his heart slows and his eyes close for the last time. He passes from this life into the next but the only person to witness this sad occurrence is the man who committed the dreadful act.
Fate is cruel like that; you last moments on this planet and none of the people you know and love are there to witness you.
Fate knows no dignity, honour or truth. Luck has nothing to with it either. Rich or poor, black or white, Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or New Age, you have no choice on how and where you will meet you end.
Fate makes no promises. You cannot sell your soul, pay with gold or coin. You cannot beg, bargain or threaten with fate. It has no conscience, no sense of right and wrong. It cannot be force to act or not to act.
But fate occasionally changes a single humans life to rectify a wrong.
Spencer Reid's life was one of the few that Fate chose intervene with.
How, I hear you ask? By throwing in a second genius but one with a secret agenda toward Spencer Reid.