I do not own! Sorry it took so long, school started up and im loaded down with homework. Bold is notes. Italics are thoughts.
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Reid walked home alone that night, his satchel heavy with his new books. He had taken the bus that morning, but the party had run long. Shrugging off offers for rides, Reid sentenced himself for a long walk. The night was warm, but had the heavyness of rain. Reid glanced up, wishing he had packed his umbrella. His pace picked up as the clouds seemed to thicken.
His breath picked up when he hard the tell tale sounds of footsteps behind him. He quietly chastised himself, clearly other people would be walking on this street. Reid shrugged off the fact that he had seen no one, not even any cars.
With another glance up, he thought, Maybe... I'll take a short cut through the alley. Reid almost jogged down the alley when he hit a brick wall. Dismayed, he remembered how there had been allot of trouble around here. In an attempt to help, the city put a wall halfway down the alley. He turned around and saw a tall figure walking towards him. Reid immediately noticed the knife flashing in its hand and wished he had his gun.
Soon, the figure got close enough for Reid to be able to tell details about it. Male. About six feet tall. White. On the thin side. Scar over left eye. Hoody and jeans. And, of course, a switchblade. Reid's mind ticked of the list, storing it away for later.
The man stopped just a few feet away. Reid cleared his throat and asked loudly, "Can I help you?"
The man came closer, his hand brushing through Reid's hair. "Yes." he said in a gravelly voice. Reid shivered slightly,his back pressed against the wall. The man moved closer, his body almost flat against Reid's. The knife flashed to Reid's suit, slowly ripping the shirt to shreds.
"Whats your name, boy." The man growled, working his blade around to cut at the thigh of Reid's pants.
"Sp-Spencer. Spencer Reid." Reid hated the waver in his voice. But, seeing no way to fix it, he occupied himself with watching the blade. His hand became a fist when the blade scraped his leg, once the left side of his pants had been ruined. Oh my God oh my God oh my God. I need serious hELP! The end of Reid's thought hitched in to a scream that soon filled the air when the man, bored, reached his hand into the rip of Reid's pants on latched onto the cock.
His clothes were ripped off and Reid was shoved bodily onto the ground. He blacked out when the man started biting into him, his own screams filling the air.