"This entire story is told as a narrative from the Unsub's perspective, for now she will remain nameless. The reason she knows these things about the investigation is because Spencer tells her and also her own speculation (criminals are the best profilers ;). Don't worry it will all make sense later. Please enjoy and review!"
Chapter 1: Sick and Twisted
I said before that I'd never know what love meant but that's not exactly true. Little did I know in the next passing weeks I'd find true love and the only person that could ever make me truly happy. Even under my medicated fog, I can still feel everything and for the first time I don't have the urge to kill. I'm writing this story simply for my own pleasure, there's not much to do around here. Sitting in the same room, day after day. It's a true story about love and sooner or later about death. But enough about me, this story is about him.
Spencer Reid hurried silently into the BAU room, practically throwing his bag off his shoulder as he sat down.
"You're late." Said Agent Hotchner disapprovingly.
"Sorry" Spencer mouthed and JJ continued where she left off.
"So, the NYPD has called us in to help them investigate their case. So far there are four victims."
"Why didn't they call us sooner?" Morgan interjected.
"They didn't know the murders were connected until now. They found this note on the last body." JJ continued, showing a photo of the note. "It says something in another language, the police can't seem to figure it out."
Spencer looked up analyzing the note, his eyes traced over the letters: Volo ego is totus tergum , nex. Tamen it's quoque tardus mihi , atrum has instituo it's via. Caliga teneo totus.
"It's Latin." He said to no one in particular, the team all turned their heads expectantly. "It says something along the lines of 'I wish I could take it all back, the death. But it's too late, the darkness has found its way. The Mist knows all.'"
"And how did I not see that coming." JJ said, not at all surprised.
"So how did they not connect the murders before?" Elle Greenaway asked.
"It was just a bunch of random street killings, they thought it was just a gang." JJ answered filling the screen with crime scene photos of the victims.
"It's strange, there isn't a specific victim or type, men, women, different ethnicities. It seems as if our Unsub doesn't really care who he's killing." Spencer wondered aloud.
"It's a clean cut, right through the throat. No hesitation marks. It doesn't seem like it's our Unsub's first time killing." Morgan stated.
"I think this guy might have been killing for a lot longer than we thought." Gideon said putting down his coffee mug.
"Be on the jet in five, this is going to be a bad one." Hotch finished stone-faced, getting up from the round table, the rest of the team following close behind.
X X X
On the jet the team chatted, discussing their latest case but Spencer was lost in his own mind. He looked down at the folder open on his lap, his eyes skimming over the bloody crime scenes. 'How could any human being do something like this?' he thought, he'd been a profiler for how long and still couldn't find the answer. That's exactly why he had to keep looking. 'Mist. Mist. What's the significance?' he pondered. Mist has always been associated with blindness one definition says that mist is a haze before the eyes that dims the vision. Perhaps that's what this Unsub is trying to say. Was 'Mist' a figment of the Unsub's imagination or were they referring to themselves in third person, a common trait of narcissistic personalities. What was the symbolism of the Latin? Spencer couldn't seem to bring himself to understand this Unsub but he knew that what ever they were trying to say, they were truly a psychotic individual.
X X X
The team had visited the most recent crime scenes, as well as spoken to all the families. Nothing in the victimology suggested any connection; none of the people had ever had any overlap with another. Spencer had stayed back at the station trying to figure out the Unsub.
"What if…" he mumbled to himself, not realizing that Morgan and Elle had just entered the room.
"What if?" Morgan said, causing the younger agent to jump.
"Couldn't you give a guy a little warning?" He said standing up.
"Sorry kid." Morgan said walking over. "So you got anything for us?"
"I've been thinking about this, all this time we've been trying to find a pattern, some sort of overlap that connect these murders. Right?" Dr. Reid said, gesturing his hands the way he'd been known to do. "Well what if, there is no pattern? What if our Unsub is killing at total random?"
"Random? How's that possible, isn't there always some sort of key? No matter how sick or twisted the Unsub is?" Elle questioned, sitting down.
"For a normal Unsub, but think about it. In the note he's apologizing and even blaming the kills on some outside force, this darkness, referring to himself in third person. It's all the characteristics of a very disturbed and delusional psychotic." Reid finally finished.
"But these are organized crimes, psychotics in delusions are the total opposite." Morgan said.
"Exactly. So that's why I started thinking that maybe our Unsub suffers from an anxiety disorder and has suffered a traumatic experience in their past. It's been proven that after an individual suffers a traumatic experience, where they were severely depressed, when they come out of this they feel no emotion at all. It's simply called no-emotion syndrome." Spencer said, turning back towards the board. "So maybe by killing our Unsub is trying to get something they could possibly never have again."
"And what's that?" Elle asked.
"To feel." Dr. Reid said, the images of the killings running trough his mind. "To feel anything at all."