Chapter 1
As always I do not own Criminal Minds. Just the OC's and my imagination ;o)
1 year prior
Casey had left work early hoping to surprise her husband over the past few months they had not been able to spend much time together, work had taken over them both Mark had been given a promotion which had him working till late, while Casey had been given a high profile project to work on. In all the couple hadn't seen each other in months other than to crawl into bed together until the blaring alarm would wake them, hellos and goodbyes were given as well as a kiss be it on the cheek or the lips.
They both knew things would settle down soon but it didn't stop the hurt from not seeing each other. Sleeping in the same bed being able to have a coffee together wasn't the same nor what either of them were used to. They had been married for 20 years and even now they were just as in love with each other as the first day they had met.
Childhood sweethearts 5 years had been spent dating and the only time they had been apart was when Mark had gone to Uni for a year, their friends knew they would get marriage but they took their time, each day was as though they had only just met.
It was early evening when she left the office the air was warm the sun beating down as she made her way home, for the first time in months she had chosen to walk home they didn't live far from where she worked but in truth she needed the fresh air. Casey took a slight detour so she could call into the jewellers buying Mark a new watch after paying she decided to make her way through the back alleyway; it was a slight shortcut that she had used many times over the years.
The pain seemed to blind her as she fell to the ground.
There had always been a slight chill in the air even on the hot summer evening; he could feel it against his skin. The dim lighting which only just brightened the alleyway, shadows cast against the walls, stairwells seemed darker now as the sun disappeared more giving way to the night. The doorways were becoming less visible, the dim light tried to shine brighter which only made the back alleyway seem more dangerous.
The stale smell of urine welcomed its visitors the first pleasure for those hoping to fade into the shadows. Some doorways were home to people trying to gain shelter for the night, others where using them for other pleasures.
The silence was only broken by the dog barking, the unzipping of the buckle on someone's pants, the rustling of paper as someone walked by, some staggered out of the back doors of local clubs, this was the place where stale urine and beer met.
The clicking of a bottle was heard followed by some grunting, slight moans. It was that silent you could hear the money being handed over, the rustling of the paper as she shoved it into her purse. This was their home, where prostitutes felt safe in the shadows, where their Jons knew they wouldn't be seen, the homeless cluttered the doorways and stairwells.
He could hear everything as he hid in the shadows waiting for the moment, this was his hunting ground. A sly smile took over his lips as he watched one of the prostitutes leave the darkened alleyway. With her meal ticket leaving not long after, not wanting to be seen with her.
The smashing of a bottle could be heard before the loud thud of someone hitting the floor, the blood began to seep out of his mouth, he pulled the zip of the trousers down exposing the man's penis and with that he disappeared into the shadows again.
He was cleaning the streets not in the accustom way of removing prostitutes but removing the men which had paid for sex. Each one no doubt cheating on someone they claim to love, sneaking around after dark paying people for sex. Prostitutes he could understand they did it to fund their drug habit normally, but this the men that paid for it disgusted him more than anything.
Maybe it was because of what happened to him, or what happened to the love of his life. Someone had mistaken her for a prostitute when she tried to run, the alleyway in which he was now stood in she was beaten to death after the man had raped her. These men that think it is their god given right to have sex with whomever they feel like. And when it doesn't go their way they strike them down, blaming the woman for leading them on.
It wasn't the prostitutes he blamed though but every man that had sex with one and he would remove each man and each time hoping he had slain the man that had brutalised his wife's body beyond recognition only then would he stop, only then would he feel like justice had been done.
It had been a full year since his wife had been killed and not one person had been held accountable for it, not one person brought in for questioning other than himself. The police believed he had done this to her taking her down the known alleyway which prostitutes used, they believed he was using prostitutes and his wife had caught him sending him into a rage which then leads to her death. Even though he had an airtight alibi he was still blamed. Now it was up to him to clean the streets to remove the vile creatures that used this alleyway as some kind of sex shop. Each method he used was one that had been used on his wife. So far he had removed 10 men from this world but it wasn't enough, how could he be sure he had gotten the right man.
Though this wasn't the only alleyway in which he was hunting.