A/N Hi guys! It is my first attempt at publishing any fanfic and I pretty much don't know what I'm doing and if what I'm doing is good so, please, let me know if you liked it and if you want to see a continuation of it? Also, I'd be super hyper mega glad if you gave me some advise for how to improve my writing.

Disclaimer: All I own is my love for Dr. Spencer Reid. Unfortunately for me, I don't own Criminal Minds or Spencer which is good for them but not for me. It's sad for me to inform you that I don't earn money writing it, it's pure fun so you better enjoy this!

Spencer Reid was a really kind child. He was always willing to help, smile always on his innocent, young face. He was so nice to everyone even though all he was getting for the kindness he was always so willing to offer was pain.

Here, in the world full of hatred, the only thing waiting for the little ten-year-old child was abuse everywhere he went. Streets, school, home. There was no safe place for the different kid. The Prince of Power as people called him.

One thing you have to understand is the world he was living in. Even though there were mostly normal people living in this world, there were a few creations of God that were different. They were called 'mutants'. There wasn't too much of them, fifty all over the world, at best. And there was the one person who stood above them all and about whose existence only mutants knew.

He was a beautiful child. His eyes were pitch black, they matched the color of his not-so-long hair. His skin was delicate and completely white, even more than the snow. He was a too-skinny, tall boy, but his innocent face made him look small most of the time. That alone made him a target to lots of people, including his father.

And this is where the story really begins.

The loving, soft voice came to his ears as he woke up.

"Spencer honey, it's time to wake up my sweetheart." it was his mother calling him.

"Hey mom." he whispered and stood up, glad that his mother had apparently one of her good days. Finally. He was ten years old and it was time for him to go to high school. They were better without William home. Spencer had to do all the money-earning, yes, but they were better. They didn't have to bear with his constant beating, swearing, hating and things so much worse done to the young genius.

He was just about to set off to school when someone knocked to his doors.

"Spencer, honey, could you open the door for me?" asked Diana. He nodded and walked towards the hall.

"Hello, how can I help you?" he asked politely, looking at four men dressed in black suits.

"Is your mom at home?" one of them asked.

"Yes, of course. Please, come in and make yourselves at home." he smiled, walking the four strangers into the living room, where his mom was lying on the couch.

"Mom, these four Misters came here to see you. I have to go to school but I can make you all some coffee if you don't mind." he introduced the situation slowly and gestured at the men to sit down while he made his way to the kitchen. It was while he was pouring the black liquid into the mugs when he heard the scream. He then immediately run into the room to find his mother pinched to the floor by one of theirs 'guests', while the rest was standing there, facing the young boy. One of them, the alpha man, Spencer assumed, come closer to him.

"Your mother is sick, kid. We have to take you from her." he started. That was when Spencer understood everything that had just then happened. He made a step back.

"No." he stated. "You're not here because of her health. You want me. But why?" he asked, his voice even calmer than he thought he would be able to maintain.

"Smarty, aren't we?" grinned the men. "I am here in a name of a doctor who is highly interested in, well, you." he answered.

"I will not go with you anywhere." he stated sharply.

"Yes, you will." as to prove his point, the offender took Spencer's mother by her hair and jolted her up. "If you don't, we will take the only precious person from you." she yelled in pain and mumbled something understand her breath.

"Shut up you bitch!" screamed one of the men and hit her hard in the head causing her to faint.

"Hey! Leave her!" shouted Spencer protectively.

"Will you go with us or do you want to witness your mom's dead being as slow and as painful as possible?" grinned the Alfa man. It was heartbreaking for young boy to see his mother passing out and he knew these men would indeed kill her if he didn't go with them. What else could he do?

"I'll go... Just... Don't hurt her anymore, please..." he whispered. They smiled at him and then everything went black.

When he woke up, he was restrained to the hospital bed. Or at least he wanted to think that way.

"Excuse me?" he said. "Is there someone?"

"Hi there. I see you're awake. Good, good, it's time for us to get to know each other. It's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer Reid, I am Doctor Setton, but you can call me Carl and then I will call you Spencer. Don't worry about your mother, we have taken good care of her. She was informed about our little deal. You will not see her. In fact, you will never leave this room. Now, I shall explain you a few things. First, I will be, well, exploring your body to understand it better. Second, I will not use anything to sedate you. It might cause my experiments go wrong. Now, I shall proceed to the first experiment." he smiled devilishly and Spencer screamed in pain.

xOxOxOxO

Seventeen-year-old Dr. Spencer Reid entered CIA headquarters.

"Hello Dr. Reid. Your team has been waiting for you in the room number six." said one of the women sitting next to the front door.

"Thank you Gabrielle." he smiled at her and walked to the said room.

"Hey Spence, how did you sleep?" asked politely a beautiful blonde woman.

"Hey Annie, great, thanks. And you? Did you read the book I gave you?" he answered, grinning brightly.

"Oh come on, guys, you've been dating, like, since he came here two years ago and you still are asking these questions?" laughed older brunet boy.

"Sorry, Simon. How about you? Did you sleep well?" grinned Spencer playfully.

"Oh shut up, kiddo!" answered the boy, visibly smiling.

"You're the one while started it all, Sim." stated skin brunette sitting on Simon's lap.

"Scarlet, I love you, but please, shut your perfect mouth up for me, okay?" he begged.

"As you wish, but you owe me this one." she answered.

"Tonight, sweetheart, tonight." he whispered sweetly.

"Save the sweet talk for later, we're going undercover. Well, not all of us. Spencer and Annie, you're going." stated their chief. Everyone got serious in a split of a second.

"Yessir." they all said at once.

"Good. You have to understand that you are strongly asked not to use your powers unless necessary." everyone nodded.

"All right. Now, our suspect is highly dangerous. He's killing blonde women from 15-20 years old."

"That's why you want Annie to go." Spencer summed up.

"Exactly. Are there any questions?" he asked.

"No sir!" again everyone at the same time.

"Good. Spencer, I meant it when I said 'no power using'. I hope you will not use yours until necessary." he suggested slightly.

"I know, sir. I will do my best not to use any of my powers until necessary." he answered and walked out of the room number six sighing.

He heard shooting. He heard screaming. He saw blood. He saw her falling to the ground. He saw her eyes looking at him. He saw the ground moving. He saw his legs running to her. He saw her getting closer. He saw her mouth whispering 'I love you'. He saw her dying.

"-er! Spencer! SPENCER COME ON WE GOTTA RUN! HE SAYS HE'S THE PRINCE!" he heard Simon saying.

"What are you saying...?" he asked quietly.

"Our guy is the Prince of Power. Spencer, he's got black eyes and hair, his skin is white, everything matches! We have to run before he kills us!" Scarlett added, panicking.

"What are you saying... She's dead. I couldn't protect her... Do you think I should just run away from that miserable faker? Do you think it would be okay to kill him now?" he asked absently.

"What do you say? If only you could kill him... He's The Prince." said sadly Simon.

"No. No, he's not." stated Spencer.

"Spence, I get it you loved her but if we don't run now he will kill all of us."

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" he snapped. "He killed her, now I have to kill him. Please, let me..." he said to his chief.

"Reid, you know the risk." Kingston warned the boy.

"Kingston, you know I don't care about it now." he smiled heartlessly. The man just nodded. "Thank you" he breathed.

'Let the show begin.' the chief thought.

Spencer disappeared from their sight and when they were able to see him again, it wasn't the same Spencer they knew.

In front of them stood a beautiful creature. He was tall and skinny. His hair was completely black so were his eyes. His skin was delicate and completely white, even more than the snow. From his body radiated pain, anger, hate, love, sadness and sorrow everyone could feel.

"Hello Thomas." he said calmly, his voice heard everywhere even though he didn't have a megaphone.

"Who are you!? How do you know my name!?" the man screamed.

"I am The Prince of Power. The True one. And you killed the one I truly love. I now shall punish you." he answered steadily.

"NO!" was the last thing Thomas said before wind, fire, light and hallucinations tore him apart.

"Wow..." was the only thing anyone could think of.

Spencer didn't hear them. He ran over to his girlfriend. She wasn't breathing. That's when her death hit him like a train.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." he whispered. "Annie... Open your beautiful eyes, please, Annie... Come on honey, wake up... Hey, you promised... Remember that book I gave to you? Have you read it? I bet you haven't... Come on, sweetie, wake up... Wake up..." he repeated the mantra over and over again, tears sliding down his cheek. His team came closer to him. Scarlet hugged him tight and Simon put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Pretty Boy... She's dead. She's gone... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." said the older boy.

"No... No, she's not. She's alive. You're alive, right Annie? Hey, talk to me! Hey! Hey. Hey..." he tried to yell at her at first but every next word came quieter and quieter until nothing but silent sobs could be heard. And there he lied there, hugging the love of his life, not feeling the pulse from her anymore.

It took them an hour to make him believe Annie was dead. Another two were spent on making him leave her and going back to their base.

"Reid, I can guess why you are here." said sadly Kingston, sitting down on his chair.

"Please, let me leave... I don't want to work here without her... Please." he whispered.

"I will let you leave but I think you shouldn't stop helping people. You're good at it, you know. Think about where you should start again."

"Where should I start...?"

"Yes, you need a fresh start. I was thinking about sending you to the BAU in FBI. They are known from their profilers, you would be great there."

"I don't know... Sounds nice, I guess..."

"Good, we'll take care about it. But remember, they can't know about you in CIA. They also can't know about your mutant side. Please, remember it."

"Yessir"

"Also, I think you shouldn't go there dressed like you always do, they may be... offended."

"So what, I should get rid of my piercings and start wearing vests?"

"I'm happy you got it right." they laughed.

"I'm going to say my goodbyes to the team. It was a pleasure working with you, sir."

"We will be missing you, Spencer."