Yo, Audience, third art is out, obviously, and Its a little more intense then the last parts. I decided to play around with the UNSUB a little more. I hope you dont mind, it is just so much fun. ye the way, I want to play a little game, I want you to guess the game Mitch is playing in this next scene. Enjoy.


Mitch Scott tapped the shoulder button on his controller rapidly. "Come on, come on." He muttered at the television screen. The idiot at the other end of his internet connection was doing much better than he was, all due to an annoying set of circumstances in which the other boy in Mitch's dorm, George Franklin, had tripped over the controller's wire. Now it was all up to Mitch to beat the snot out of this guy. He needed to level up in order to stay in the top 50 players.

"Goddammit!" Mitch shouted so loud that the boys in the next dorm banged on the walls, a signal that had become related to "Shut the hell up" after the first couple weeks at the school.

'Yeah Mitch, settle down." George said, almost to himself.

"Hey, don't tell me to settle, this noob is using every dirty trick in the book." Mitch snapped.

"Well, good for him. It's a game Mitch, you play to win."

"There are rules George."

"Is he hacking to do these dirty tricks?"

"No but,"

George interrupted. "Then he isn't cheating. Use dirty tricks too." George sighed and sat down at a computer desk.

"Yeah sure." Mitch turned back to the screen and continued his frantic button mashing.


Down the Hall of the second floor of the Boy's Dorm, a rather tall and lanky man was walking down towards the east end of the long hallway lined with bedroom doors. The man was singing to himself, low and to himself, but it was a sweet sound. His voice had a very blues tempo, and even made the very pop song sound soulful.

"I used to think maybe you loved me Now, baby, I'm sure And I just can't wait 'til the day" He sung softly, tapping the army survival knife on his hips with a beat.

He passed the halfway mark of the hall, rooms B10 and B11 moved past him slowly. He was in no hurry.

"When you knock on my door Now every time I go to the mailbox I gotta hold myself down" He continued.

The man reached the door he was looking for, and stopped in front of it. He knocked twice, still singing.

"'Cause I just can't wait 'til you write me, you're coming to town"


Mitch almost yelled. "Get the damn door George."

"You are closer to it." George protested.

"I'm kind of in the middle of something."

George sighed for the seventh time in five minutes, got up, and crossed the room, being careful to avoid Mitch. He didn't bother looking through the eye hole, and just opened the door. The tall man was waiting. He lashed out with the survival knife, cutting George across a vain in the neck, blood spilled forward.

The man sung. "I'm walking on sunshine, woh, oh."

"What the hell?" Mitch stood and yelled.

The man stabbed George again. "I'm walking on sunshine, woh, oh." Then he turned to Mitch.

The TV exclaimed. "Lost the Lead!"

Mitch tried to defend himself, but it was a futile attempt, the knife slit straight down Mitch's right arm. Mitch curled forward and screamed.

"I'm walking on sunshine, woh, oh"

The man slashed across Mitch's back. Mitch twisted backwards. The man made his final movement. Mitch fell dead onto the floor, the knife protruding from the middle of his chest.

"And it's time to feel good" The killer laughed at the end of the lyric, and took the knife to poor Mitch's cheek and carefully cut himself a small piece of flesh off. The man smiled and moved the piece towards his mouth, and slipped it in. It was tough to chew, but his teeth did a decent job of it. After a minute of chewing, the man swallowed the piece with a look of a man who had just bitten into an exquisite slice of Key Lime Pie.

"It's time to feel good"


Derek Morgan made an outward circle around the bodies while looking at each angle of the bodies before him. This was standard procedure; the teachers at Quantico found that an outwards spiral is the best way to get all views of the crime scene. It gave the investigator time to think out the murders, and it made it easier to avoid any obstacles that the investigator may find.

"He came in from the front door. The shorter kid, George, answered, the UNSUB immediately killed the kid, then made his way quickly to the other, and took his time killing him, thus the several cuts along the kids arms and back. Mitch was stabbed in the middle upper chest, which is covered in a plate of bone. The UNSUB was using a very sharp weapon, and must have been extremely strong." Derek stated to Hotchner and Reid.

"Flesh was taken from the cheek and thigh again, but only from Mitch, and he spent more time with Mitch." Reid said.

"As if George was only an obstacle." Derek nodded.

Hotchner waited before making his own observation. "It is the same killer. Same MO, and the school has been on lockdown since the first murder."

"We have a serial killer on our hands." Derek commented, and looked at Mitch's body. "We need to re interview the students and faculty."


Gideon looked up at Agent Verble with mild surprise. "You got a print?"

"Yes, we have printed George and Mitch, the print didn't come from either of them, it must be the killer."

"You said it was found on Mitch's cheek?"

"Yes, right above where the cut was made." Verble nodded. "I think we need to get samples of fingerprints from every student and teacher at the school."

"Its not the killers." Reid said. Verble startled and jumped up.

After he regrouped Verble let out a deep sigh. " I didn't see you there."

"From the second email, the UNSUB said that everything was planned, and everything was a clue." Reid looked over Verble. "The killer would have been intelligent enough to wear gloves."

Agent Verble gave Reid an intense stare. "We got a second message? When?"

"Less than an hour ago."


"Morgan, I found something." Hotchner said, bending over to pick up a piece of paper with a pair of tweezers.

"What is it?" Derek asked. "A third note, I think."

Three murders in two days, how exciting? Are you having fun yet? I sure am. And I'm sure the fun will continue until either I stop or you catch me, although the latter is very unlikely. Even with everything I've left you to dig though, I'm sure you will always overlook some of the obvious items right before you. I can't give too much away though, it would spoil the thrill. No need to leave my King wide open for any old pawn to knock over. They say you never win your first game of chess, but I don't think that is true. Especially in my situation. You have to get the King to win; all I have to do is not lose. I could just go for your King and win early. I rather like that idea. Who is your King? Who would I have to go after to win the game? Oh don't worry; I'm not going to kill any of you Agents, just a little fantasy on my part. I'm sure you understand. Ciao