This idea has been playing on my mind and i just had to write it out and get it out of my system, got an idea of where its going.
Please review, let me know if its worth carrying on, or if i should drop it now.
'The boundaries which divide life from death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?' - Edgar Allan Poe
Spencer looked at the kitten his mum had brought him as a gift to apologize for freaking out the day before, its brown eyes stared at Spencer lovingly as it mewed at him, Spencer shuddered, looked behind his shoulder, and plunged the knife into the kittens back, and sighed with ultimate pleasure, as the kittens warm sticky blood coated his hands, he watched as the kittens eyes began to glaze over poetically and he felt his pants bulge from the pleasure. When his mum found Spencer she was having an episode, so he calmly told her 'The government did it.' and she got hysterical, and cleaned it up and disposed of the kittens body. Spencer, the next day, had his 14th birthday.
*Four years into the FBI*
Reid began to complete the last of the desk profile work he had been set, it was a rare occasion when the team wasn't flying out to all areas of the country, and this annoyed Spencer. Fresh crime scenes were beautiful, the dried blood and sometimes the sticky blood that coated surfaces and the bodies, he wasn't sure what he enjoyed more, visiting the morgue and poking around a dead body and wishing he had been the one that put it there, or the crime scenes in all their blood and gore. But, instead, he tried to enjoy the photos of crime scenes and descriptions of the brutal acts that occurred in each one. However, as he flicked to the last photo, which was a prize, the womans body was so mutilated beyond recognition that she would have a closed-coffin funeral, because her face was torn to pieces, Reid found no sexual pleasure at all. Since he was 13 he had found sexual enjoyment out of killing small animals, or reading about murders and seeing photos and watching gore films, but soon each one began to lack, the small animals died too quickly and didn't struggle enough, the reading just wasn't fulfilling his needs and the photos were fake along with the films, so he gave it all up when he turned 16, and went to University to study criminology and to understand himself better, but as he saw the crime scene photos a year into his course, he felt his blood flow quicker and he got hard as soon as he saw the photo.
That seemed like a lifetime ago now, but Reid acknowledged that he knew it wouldn't be long till none of it worked, he knew that only killing somebody would satisfy the needs inside of him, and now it was over, now he had no choice but to leave. Thankfully he was the last person in the BAU unit, so as he walked up to Hotch's office and steadily opened the door he was pleased to find utter darkness, placing his credentials and gun onto the desk, he walked out of the BAU, and the life he had set up for himself, forever.
*TWO YEARS LATER.*
Spencer stared into the frightened eyes of the woman below him, the whore had willingly had sex with him, and my god did she enjoy it, but of course, the police who got the case would automatically think 'rape' and they would think of him as a guy who could only get laid when he forced a woman, which wasn't the case, women found Spencer sexually pleasing, until he got out the knife, then, apparently, it was rape. She struggled about beneath him and he just smiled at her face, as he dragged the knife along her cheek, the blood flowing out, he moaned. 'Now this is enjoyable, unlike you, you were just.. disappointing.' Spencer murmured, and smirked as she tried to talk or scream or whatever through the gag in her mouth. 'Shhh.. this might hurt.. just a little.' He whispered, and he moved down her body, positioned the knife at her lower entrance, and shoved it in and groaned louder as he felt the blood flow over his hand and the knife, and as she writhed around even more, in pure pain. He continued, slashing her body, diving the knife in deep in her legs and shallow in other places, she stared into his eyes pleadingly, begging him to stop, but he would never stop, he could never give it up, and finally, after the blood got less enjoyable, he got out his special knife, the knife that cuts through bone, and shoved it into her forehead, and as her body jerked beneath him, and went limp, he leaned down to her ear and whispered. 'Thanks for the memory.' and climbed off.
'We have a case.' Hotch called to the team, who one by one entered the room chatting casually before taking a seat around the table, and noted to themselves that this would be another case to add to a long line of cases that turned into pure nightmares.
JJ then stood, and looked around at the team before clicking a button at the electronic board on the wall, making five crime scene photos flash-up.
'In Washington in the past two weeks, five women between the ages of 25-35 have been found dead, raped and tortured in their apartments.' She clicked another button, and one womans face flashed up, along with her crime scene photo. 'This is Maria Cox, who was found dead yesterday, she was 27 and no forensic evidence was found at the scene, which was consistent with the other crime scenes.'
'He seems far too organized for this to be his first murders.' Morgan chipped in, his brow furrowed at the screen.
'And you'd be right my delicious action man. Its not, i don't think.' Garcia spoke as she entered the room in an array of oddly mixed colours.
'What did you find Garcia?' Hotch inquired, looking at Garcia.
'Well Boss man, i searched on similar kills with the same.. what is it called.. M.O and found over 100 murders, all with one thing in common, that bone cutting knife stabbed into the forehead.' Garcia said, her eyes meeting all of the groups.
'Over one hundred?' Parentis said, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. 'Where?'
'They span over every single state, the first ones i could find date back to two years ago, in Texas where 30 women were murdered with the same knife in the forehead, however they abruptly stop, and when they finish, a week later the same thing begins in Kansas where 20 women were murdered, and so on, until every state has been covered, Nevada had the highest kill rate at 36 women murdered, all of the same age and looks, however Washington was a place he had yet to visit, so i guess his finishing off his rounds. He has had few breaks inbetween each state and theres been no sign of him for a few months, before he pops back up.' Garcia replied, sighing before taking a seat at the table and setting her laptop down in front of her.
Hotch stood now and looked at every team member. 'So, we're looking for a highly intelligent unsub, with a high IQ and the ability to leave absolutely no evidence at the scene and he appears to have no remorse for his victims, he is a psychopath and will never stop killing until he is caught, keep on your toes. We don't know what else he can be capable of, now i want Morgan and Prentiss to visit the latest crime scene, myself and Rossi will start to go through all the evidence we have and JJ i need you to co-ordinate with the stations who were given the case in each state and see what they got, Garcia keep digging around and see if any common name pops up. Good luck team.' Hotch finished, and the team members dispersed.
Reid stood against the alleyway taking in the sight before him with an upturned smile, the yellow crime scene tape blew in the wind and looked beautiful on the grey street, the officers stood out front to protect the scene and were trying to act as if it didn't faze them that another life had been torn from the seams. This part really got Spencer off again, the fact that the dead body behind those doors were his handiwork was a feeling of pleasure he could not quite describe, it felt better than the crime scene photos ever did. The pleasure was addictive as well, every time he got it, he needed more of it, it never ended, the pleasure only just seconding to his beloved diladuid.
His smile grew wider as he saw the black shiny SUV pull up and his old team mates Morgan and Prentiss exit the car, they looked older, Morgan seemed to have acquired more muscle if it was possible and Prentiss' hair was longer, and she seemed worn out, and tired, they both did. The job did that to you, but Spencer had never felt better, he felt alive and young. Morgan and Prentiss proceeded up to the officers and flashed their badges, the officers examined the badges briefly before kindly stepping out of their way. Spencer had to stifle a moan as he thought about the body laying in that room, covered in blood and cuts, it was enough to drive him crazy, but he had to be practical and he knew he needed a new victim now, so he surveyed the crowd carefully, looking for the perfect victim when he laid his eyes on her, she had a short brown bob and didn't really stand out in the crowd of people, who were whispering amongst themselves, some excited that the drama had finally come to their backyard. He begun to stroll over, keeping his face neutral and he clambered through the crowd and eventually stood next to the woman.
'Monstrous, isn't it?' He said to her quietly, making sure his voice sounded sincere rather than blunt, she jumped slightly at his sudden appearance before realizing she may just not have noticed him, and was quickly taken in by his intelligent and caring demeanor.
'Yes, how can people even do this..?' she said back, her eyes sad at the scene in front, Spencer chose not to answer her question but continued with his plan.
'I have no idea, but it makes me ever so sad..' he trailed off, before gazing into his victims eyes, knowing she was the one. 'Maybe.. since we both feel down, you could come to my apartment? and we could have... coffee.' She hesitated on the coffee, indicating what she wanted, which was company, which was what Spencer was much after too.
'Sounds like a date, ill see you then..?' Spencer gave her a look, indicating for her name.
'Sophie. and you?' She whispered quietly, gazing into his eyes.
'William.' He smiled.
She wrote down her address and apartment number before looking up at Spencer. 'See you in an hour, William.' and she sauntered off.
An hour later Spencer found himself at an old looking apartment building, lucky for him it had no working CCTV and so he didn't have to worry about avoiding cameras, he clicked her button and she soon buzzed him in, smirking, he strutted too the elevator, grateful for such an easy victim.
He didn't notice the cleaner watching him with a furrowed brow and a sickening feeling, as the tall, graceful, man entered the elevator.
The woman looked at him, the gag shoved neatly in her mouth, with her arms and legs tied neatly at her bed frame, Spencer smirked. 'You make a bad a coffee. Not nearly enough sugar.' Laughing, he dragged the knife across her torso, slicing through the first layer of fatty tissue, and smiled at her, a sickening smile. 'I have something special for you, you see, you're my message to the BAU.' he grabbed a small container out his bag, which was sealed tightly with a black top, and looked at the girl. 'The message is catch me if you can.' & he poured the liquid inside the container into her wound, her wound began burning, the pain must have been unbearable. 'Thats acid by the way, this may continue to hurt.', and he carried on, slashing through the skin, and pouring the acid into her wounds, he bit down into her breasts, biting so hard he either made her bleed or ripped the skin off all together. Spencer got more and more wild with lust, he grabbed her hand, and positioned the knife underneath her fingernail, and ripped it off, the muffled scream behind the gag made him moan with anticipation for the kill. The blood was covering him, bathing him, and he didn't mind. He relished in it, her warm, sticky, blood leaving her body that writhed around on the bed, but as always he grew bored and prepared himself, grabbing his favorite kitchen knife, he positioned it at her lower entrance, and shoved it in, she was crying heavily now, but he wasn't finished, he grabbed the acid, and pulled the knife out, before pouring nearly all of the acid into her, and then he dropped her back on the bed, he then forced her eyes open, and poured it in them, he watched as her attempts to escape became feeble, and he knew she was close to losing consciousness form the pain, so, he got his special knife ready, and positioned it at her forehead, and slammed it in, effectively killing her, and he proceeded too drag it across, slicing open her forehead as if it was the easiest thing his done. Satisfied with his work, he cleaned the place down, changed his clothes, and left the door open, and left the building unnoticed.
The cleaner walked down the hallway, and came across a wide open room, this couldn't be good, but something made her inclined to look, she walked in slowly, and saw the bedroom door was open, cautiously she walked in, and a horrified scream escaped her mouth.
The BAU team was sat around the conference table in their unit, all reading back over the notes and going over potential suspects, but it was hard as the crimes were spread out vast, and it was possible he killed before he found a signature he kept too, the fact he had killed so many people and never been caught, made him one of the worlds most historic serial killers to ever exist, and the tabloids were loving it when they found out, they named him 'The lady killer.' which did the team no good as they tried to sort through the theories that ran through their mind, they guessed that the man must be in his 20-30's and probably blended right in and didn't draw attention to himself, but he was also attractive enough to lure these women into having sex with him or inviting him back. 'Mr Boss-man?' Garcia asked timidly as she walked in, she didn't want to distract the team at such a crucial time.
'Yes Garcia?' 'Theres been another murder, same signature, Womans name is Sophie Montana, she was found dead 20 minutes ago and is believed to have been killed about 40 minutes ago.' Garcia read out the address and watched as her crime-fighters left the building, too look at another poor woman.
The team arrived at the scene, and profiled it carefully.
'This scene is far more brutal than the one previous.' Morgan stated.
'Indeed.. I think maybe its a message to us, that we cant stop him from getting worse?' Rossi suggested.
'He needs to have some muscle on him at least if he was able to cut through her skull with the bone knife.' Emily added quietly, shocked by the scene before her, this unsub was brutal, the woman must have been in immense pain.
'Agent Hotchner? This is the lady who found Sophie.' The detective announced behind, and the cleaner walked in, looking down, Hotch looked at Emily and Rossi, as an indication they should speak to her.
Emily and Rossi took the cleaner into the living room, and sat her down.
'What's your name?' Emily asked the woman politely, smiling sadly and knowingly at her.
'Anna Phillips.' 'Ok Anna, before Sophie was killed, did you see anybody suspicious around the building? Someone who gave you a bad feeling, or someone you've never seen before?' Emily asked, her hand on Annas back for support.
Anna paused, and remembered what she had seen in the Lobby this morning, it hadn't occurred to her to tell the police or detective at the time, but she had been flustered after she called the police. 'Yes.. Yes i did.' Emily nodded for her to continue, while Rossi got out a notepad and prepared to write. 'A man.. Tall, slender, shoulder length hair, he was quite toned but not muscled, like you agent in there... He had stubble and looked like a business man.' 'Thats very good.. if we got the sketch artist in here would you be able to tell them?' Anna nodded, Emily smiled, and got up along with Rossi to talk quietly after gesturing for the sketch artist to come in, and they waited while he did his magic.
'Done' They looked up, the man smiled sadly at them, and showed them the photo, and Rossi could swear his heart stopped as he called in the rest of the team, and showed them the sketch of the prime suspect.
The team were staring into the eyes of Spencer Reid.
