I don't own Criminal Minds.
My first angst/poetic story on Fanfiction
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The Hunt
Monsters is the only word I can use to describe the men I hunt.
Late last night, a young man was stabbed to death by a local movie theater.
Cold, distorted and unmerciful, their eyes are soulless.
We hunt them to save the innocent but are they scarred forever by the monsters we hunt.
The killer was caught a week later by the FBI
So are they still innocent? Have they too become infected by the madness that creeps in the veins of the monsters?
While looking in the suspect's house, police have uncovered three more bodies.
The cycle of madness is never-ending.
Is there any hope so save those monsters or ourselves?
The Killer, Thomas Lark was sentenced to life in prison for the murders of four people.
Will the hunt ever end?
Is man a demon in sheep's clothing?
If you asked me before I started this job I would have said no.
But I'm here and I can't see man, only beasts and beasts need to be hunted down.
FIN
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