The young boy was curled up in the Darkness, with his eyes clenched tight. He was terrified of the Darkness, and The Monster knew this. So, whenever the boy was bad, The Monster would throw him into the Darkness and wouldn't let him out, even when he pleaded and cried and banged on the door with his small fists.

The boy didn't cry anymore, he couldn't. He knew The Monster loved it, and he hated whatever they liked. So, he refused to cry or to plead or pound on the door, It never helped him anyway, so what was the point? All it gave him was more bruises.

Then, the child heard the door open. The blinding light shone on him, but he didn't open his eyes. He knew who it was, had the face registered as a nightmare in his mind. He use to stare openly at the scars, the burns, but now he doesn't. He has learned that when he does, the beatings just get so much worse.

"Well, look here. It's a boy." The Monster said, their onion-rank breath settling over the boy, making him gag.

"L-Leave me alone."He said, slowly opening his eyes.

That comment made The Monster go into a cold silence, their ice gray eyes going into slits, their talon like hands curling into fists. They stood up straighter, and their scarred mouth turned into a snarl.

"Don't you be so damned selfish boy."

And that was the only warning The Monster gave, before they started to beat the small child, battering him, not leaving a single inch on his body untouched.

Pound, Pound, Pound

The boy heard a noise, a loud pounding noise, like stomping. He heard different voices, all of them yelling, and thought 'Am I dying?'

But then, the door burst open, after being shut by The Monster.

"Zoe Melody Miles, put your hands in the air!"

Zoe looked up, as did the boy, even though that was against the Rules. They saw an older man, about 44*, a blonde woman, about 30*, and a dark** man, about 33*, all holding guns, all pointing at the woman choking the child.

"What the hell are you doing in my house?"She screeched, holding the child in front of her as a shield.

"Ma'am, I am going to tell you one more time. Put down the boy, and put your hands into the air."The older man said.

The boy stared at the people in front of him. None of them seemed angry or disgusted, or at least, not at them. He wondered why, since he had never been given clothes. The Monster always said that babies didn't deserve clothes, that they were always dirty. He didn't say anything against her anymore, because she always punished him and threw him into the Darkness when he did.

"Never you stupid son of a bitch!"Zoe screamed, bringing a knife out of her pocket, her intent to kill the boy.

The child closed his eyes, and he heard a loud popping noise, and he fell. He opened his eyes and saw The Monsters glazed-over eyes staring right back at him.

He felt someone life him up, and he didn't fight because he felt so numb and the person was strong, he could feel it in the hands. He looked up, and saw it was the dark** man. Even though there was no hate or disgust in his eyes, the boy tensed his body. People's emotions changed so easily...

"Hey buddy, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."The man said, before turning his head to speak the the blond woman. "JJ, call an ambulance."

JJ nodded, and left the room. The boy looked back at the man holding him, and the man looked back. Neither said anything for a long, long time and the child begin to squirm under the man's watchful eyes. Was he going to do something or not?

"What's your name?"

The boy jumped at the new voice, and looked to see it had been the older man, who was frowning. The child shrank into the dark** man's chest, somehow trusting him already. He didn't know why, but he knew that this man wasn't going to hurt him.

"Hotch, ease up. The kid's probably terrified." The man said, glaring at Hotch before turning back to the small, shaking child who had curled into him, his eyes beginning to close.

'Poor kid, must be going into shock. Saw someone die, and way too damn young. Looks like he hasn't gotten a good meal in days.' The man thought.

"Hey buddy, can you do something for me?"He asked, continuing when he felt the boy boy nod, "What's your name? I'm Derek."

The boy looked up at Derek, and said only two words before falling asleep.

"Spencer Reid."

A/N:hey, im back! Hope yall like this story

sorry I havnt updated recently. My computer hasnt been working and we just fixed it

R&R please, I wanna know if yall like this story

*i dont know if those are their real ages, no flames plz

**not being racist, sorry if you took it that way

Should I continue or just leave yall there?