1992

He finally opened his eyes after the last of the football team had left. He blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the dimly lit football field. It must have been close to one by now he thought but he wasn't sure, there was no sun to guide off of. Shrugging mentally he slipped his wrists out of the rope he had loosened while Alexa had taunted him. Next he began to untangle the knotted rope from around his waist and eventually his ankles. It didn't take long and once he had retrieved his torn clothes from the muddy field and slipped them on he was ready to begin walking the relatively short distance to his home. As he walked he remembered the words Alexa had used to justify their treatment of him

"You deserve it."

He honestly thought that no one deserved to be stripped down and tied to a goalpost, but that wasn't what bothered him. What bothered him most was that they needed so little encouragement to purposely hurt another human being. He knew of course that he didn't deserve it but someone else might come to believe their words and that made him mad, people like those he went to school with were the reason that others committed suicide. They were the type of people who brought school shooters, eating disorders, and cutters into existence. He told himself that one day they were going to get what they deserved, they may be a god in high school but they would eventually end up in the menial jobs they deserved. He knew that one day the quarter back would probably end up a janitor in the same school he had once ruled, retaining nothing of his popularity, looks or charm and he couldn't wait to witness it.

He wanted nothing more than to help the others but he could barely help himself at the moment. He was physically unimpressive, tall and lanky. He was often called toothpick, Twiggy and to be honest it was kind of true. He was an impressive 5'10 (impressive for a twelve year old) but he only weighed 110. Honestly even if he tried to take on one of the numerous bullies it wouldn't result in anything but him having the crap beaten out of him. If he ever wanted to protect himself, much less anyone else he'd have to work on the physical aspect. That took time though, building muscle was a slow process and not really a very feasible one for a twelve year old, fifteen or sixteen maybe but not twelve. He could plan though, and planning is precisely what he did. He read up on nutrition and anatomy and exercise, he even looked up information about workout equipment. Soon enough he became somewhat of an expert on the topic and even though he couldn't do much until he was older he did what he could. He changed his diet to something more healthy and signed up for a tae kwon do and a boxing class at the local gym. He also decided to take up daily runs. Right now he did what he could, thinking of what he would be able to accomplish one day in the future.

Author's Note

Hi. So I know that I'm really slow and that you all must hate me but I took so long because I had zero motivation and no ideas for what to do with this story. Honestly though, I read through it and I cringed. I wrote this so long ago and my writing style has changed and hopefully improved since I started this story. I finally mustered up the motivation and the inspiration though. At this point, I can't do much with the story so I'm going back to the beginning and rewriting everything. The plot might change some, but the basic idea should stay the same. I'll be posting it starting today. I don't know yet how long it will be, but I'm aiming to update it once a week. The chapters won't be long, at least not at first same as the first few chapter of this story (which I'm leaving up in case anyone wants to read this) Anyways, I'm just getting back into writing Criminal Minds, still not reading much in this fandom. Visit my profile to see what I've been up to. Feel free to message me any good fics you've read, or ones you wrote. Also I really need to get back into writing Criminal Minds so if anyone has a request for a one-shot or a song-fic or even wants to co-author anything, message me or leave a comment.

Thanks- hauntingmeforever

PS Thanks for sticking with the story for so long, I hope you like it and that it's better than the original. Please leave comments with you opinions!