A|N Hey, so this is my first story & feedback is well appreciated! This one is mainly JJ centered, to all those who are just as happy as me to have her back this season! There's no pairings in this as I see the team as more of a family, but you know, whatever tickles your pickle!
Also, the first chapter is a bit of a slow start, but the next will be more intersting. I pinky promise!
He calmy sits on the rough park bench, to any passers by he's nothing out of the ordanary. He scans the street, then glances down at his watch. It's 10:57. It's been no more than six hours since he murdered his last victim. He has a pecuilar philosophy on life, simple, yet pecuilar. He believes the world consists of the Hunter and the Hunted. He is the hunter, the woman are his prey. He smiles to himself, remembering the last woman. She was a brunette, her name was Sarah. Or was it Shelby, or maybe Saidie? He does not care. It used to be enough to satisfy him, to rape and kill them, but recently he wants more. Needs more. He took the last one home with him, to experiment. He wants to see the fear in their eyes, hear the shake in their voices when they pleade and feel the life escaping their bodies.
He is lost in thought until a blonde walking down the street catches his eye. She's alone. Perfect, he thinks. Even from a distance he can see the way her pale skin looks almost translucant in the twighlight. His decision is made. He approaches with caution, not wanting to spook her. He creeps along the street, hidden in the shadows. He reaches into his pocket and grasps his pen-knife. He is the hunter. She is the prey.