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Deal with the Devil- Chapter 2
The Second Promise
George Foyet practically ran out of the apartment, his head spinning. Spencer Reid was…different. 'No, I can't kill him,' he sighed to himself. 'But why? I have to kill someone! Why not him…?' Foyet pulled out his cell phone, examining the pictures of Spencer he had taken. He seemed liked the perfect comeback kill- skinnier than hell, an FBI agent, not much of a fighter, bad aim….He skimmed over the pictures again. He was so shy, so….innocent. It was endearing, to say the least, and he wasn't like any cop or FBI agent he had met before.
Foyet uselessly threw his fist against the wall next to his car. No, he couldn't kill him, but he had to murder someone soon, and his time was running out. Stepping into his car and making sure his mask was ready, he pulled on the engine and sped out of the parking lot.
If you stop hunting me, I will stop hunting them.
His own words echoed through his head as he raced away, his thoughts still wandering to Spencer. Something was wrong with him, something he was positive he could fix, and he alo knew he now had not one but two important tasks to accomplish by the end of the night: 1- kill someone- anyone!- and 2- get his ass back to Spencer's place and demand answers- politely, of course. Knowing that he had a lot of work to do by nightfall, Foyet smiled and sped up just a bit.
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By 6pm, Foyet got lucky. A young couple ran into some car trouble, and from what Foyet could see, they had a flat. His smile growing, he parked his car to the side and offered his assistance.
For as long as we both shall live.
"You need some help? I see you've got a flat…"
Less than 15 minutes later, Foyet had successfully killed not one, but two people, and he was happily on his way to Spencer's house. What he was going to do when he got there was beyond him, but he knew that he had to. Smiling wildly, he parked his car the same place he had just hours before and made his way up to the same apartment building as before. He waited to be buzzed in, frowning when an unfamiliar voice greeted him instead. "Uhm, I see that you're waiting for Reid… He's been having some trouble with his buzzer, so if you could just tell me who you are….?"
Confident that the woman wasn't going to tell Spencer anything but his name, he lied to sweeten the deal. "Oh, I'm John Miles, a work friend of his. We've been trying to call him, but he hasn't answered. We have a case-"
"Ah, enough said," she laughed. "Alright, come on in." The buzzer clicked, and the door opened.
"Thanks!" Foyet shouted back.
"Yeah, no problem."
With a satisfied smirk, Foyet entered the apartment complex with an eager step. Foyet wasn't used to that- excitement to see someone alive- since dead corpses were so much easier to deal with than real people. They didn't lie, and they weren't cowards. 'Spencer's not a coward,' a voice in the back of his mind hissed. That was another thing Foyet wasn't used to- a conscious.
Foyet was just about to knock on the door when he heard the whimper coming from the other side.
"I'm sorry, okay? It won't happen again!"
The frantic voice was obviously Spencer's, but who was he talking to…?
"That's what whores always say," another voice sneered.
As soon as Foyet heard the slap and the sound of glass shattering, he instinctively kicked down the door and rushed inside. Spencer was huddled underneath a stronger, older man who held venom in his eyes. He slapped the defenseless man again before looking up. 'I was going to do the same thing,' Foyet sadly thought.
"Who the hell are you?" he hissed.
Foyet didn't say anything, though, but instead he let his fist make contact with the bastard who was hurting his Spencer. "Don't touch him!" Foyet yelled. The other less experienced man didn't have a chance against Foyet as he effortlessly attacked him. Spencer remained paralyzed on the floor all the while, unsure what was going on. "He's not a whore, either! Don't you ever call him that!" Eventually, Foyet pulled back from him, letting the man fall to the floor in exhaustion. "Now, I'll give you a choice: go rob a liquor store and turn yourself in to the police, or I kill you know."
"Robbery…?" he scoffed from the floor. "That ain't nothing compared to what I've been doing to your boy here!"
Foyet suddenly grabbed the man's shirt and threw him across the room, furious by now. "He's no one's boy! He's not property! Make a choice before I make one for you!"
Without hesitation, the man ran from the apartment.
Foyet immediately turned his attention back to Spencer, jumping down to the floor next to him. Spencer, terrified, looked up at Foyet with fearful eyes. Torn between wanting to hug Spencer and run after the bastard who had hurt him, he bit his lip and looked at Spencer, concern written in his eyes.
"How…how did you know?" Spencer stuttered, shaking like a leaf.
All anger decimated from his eyes as he looked back at him, and he couldn't resist the urge to hug Spencer anymore. Thankfully, Spencer warmed into his embrace, allowing the comforter to shield him from the rest of the world. "It's okay, Spencer," Foyet shushed as Spencer cried on his chest. Wrapping his arms around him, he picked him up and carried him to his bed so that he could get comfortable. Not wanting to be too imposing, Foyet laid Spencer on his bed, waiting to see if he wanted him to hold him. "Please," Spencer whispered shakily. Nodding, Foyet made his way onto the bed, letting Spencer snuggle closer to him. He was surprised when the younger man practically threw himself on him. Most victims would have been afraid of any support whatsoever from a man after being abused by one, but Spencer obviously trusted him enough to take comfort from him. Foyet was suddenly glad he hadn't killed Spencer, especially after he had called him 'his Spencer'.
"I'm not leaving you alone, just in case he comes back, okay? I won't let them hurt you- anyone- I promise you that,"
"O-okay," Spencer nodded, fighting off tears.
Later that night, the news would report that an alleged rapist robbed a liquor store and turned himself in.
'Til death do us part.'
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Despite Foyet's efforts to make Spencer stay home from work, the next down he still appeared at the doors of the BAU, more confused than he had ever been. Ignoring his thoughts, he tried to push on through- if only to get through another day of work at the BAU.
"Conference room, now," Hotch ordered as he walked by the bullpen. Prentiss and Morgan exchanged worried looks with Reid before the trio headed off to the conference room. They had a bad feeling about the case already, and they hadn't even seen the files yet.
But when Reid opened the case file in front of him, his heart sank.
"If you stop hunting me, I will stop hunting them. For as long as we both shall live. 'Til death do us part. If you agree to my terms, take out a personal ad in the Michigan Post." At the bottom of the letter, a depicted rayed eye within a pyramid was drawn in red, messy ink.
Yeah, it was going to be a long case.
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So not much longer, but it's getting there! I hope you guys liked it; and have no fear, I'm not dropping the plots mentioned in this chap, rather just introducing them right now…BTW, in case ur confused why he didn't turn him in for sexual assualt, it was because 1- that would be HE would have to walk into the police station WITH Spencer, and 2- He knew Spencer would most likely be against the idea to begin with. Better he's in jail for robbery than nothing at all….
