A/N: The Archer is the person previously known as "The Killer".
The Archer's POV:
Reid is subdued, and you look about yourself, proud at having successfully found a hide-out come torture chamber for your lovely Dr. Reid. You stare at him for a while, your thoughts swirling around and your breaths coming out in excited gasps. You had dreamed of this moment for so long, formulated the plan long ago, and set it into motion the morning of your arrest. Almost as though you had planned it, he had fallen right into your lap. The satisfaction was delectable.
You had known him before this case, in fact, you had only started killing because of him. You underwent all the changes in your life because of him. Were you still yourself and not 'The Archer' you would still have blonde hair, you wouldn't be wearing colour contacts or have changed your entire wardrobe. No. You wouldn't be killing at all if you hadn't met Dr. Reid, and if he hadn't destroyed the one thing most precious to you, a relationship you held dear. You were only trying to further her career, help her and protect her from predators like Dr. Reid, who preyed on her while she was weak. True, if you hadn't killed all of those people to help further your friend's career Dr. Reid wouldn't have been around at all, but it wasn't your fault that the profiler couldn't keep his hands to himself. Your blood boils every time you think about the final moments before your first arrest. God, he deserves to die. Now. 'Hush' you tell yourself, you make yourself think of the good times you had with your friend before Dr. Reid turned her against you. Once you feel sufficiently calm you check in on your only guest.
Reid's POV:
You lie awake, battered and bruised in a small room. The floor beneath you is cold, concrete and unforgiving to your shape. A slow and steady dripping noise gently attacks your senses as you feel as though you have awakened from the worst hangover in history. Of course, that's nonsense since you drink practically nothing alcoholic. Steady footsteps are descending the stairs to your right. You shut your eyes quickly and attempt to feign a deep slumber. Unfortunately your host isn't in the mood to be kind and leave you asleep. Naturally. She comes down to your level and slaps you roughly in the face. Feeling more bruised than before you open your eyes to stare at her, blankly at first, then with more defiance as you realize that she's not completely aware of you. She looks down at you with her blue eyes, staring at you so hard that it seemed she almost wished that her look could penetrate your body and kill you.
You gaze at her a while longer, then lower your eyes in defeat. You know what's coming, you know how this is going to pan out, and all you want now is for it to end as quickly as possible. With the way she's looking at you, you can safely assume that she's thinking of the different torture methods she can use on you. Primarily, she seems to be a fan of cutting. This becomes blatantly obvious with the removal of a wickedly bladed knife from the inside of her combat belt. She bends down close to where you have strewn your body on the ground, gently drags you upright then roughly shoves you into the wall behind you. Your body is in a sitting position, with your legs awkwardly bent outwards. She decides that the best way incapacitate you is to first cut deeply into the flesh behind your knees. She slices quickly, the blade moving swiftly across your skin, and at first there is no pain. The suddenly, it hits, and all you can focus on is its presence. You watch as your blood runs in streams down your calves. It takes all you have not to satisfy her by screaming. By the time she has finished on the back of your knees, the inside of your mouth is ragged and bleeding where you bit down to stop yourself from screaming. She looks up at you with a smile that suggests the pain is far from over, and all you can think about is keeping yourself strong, so that you can return to your family. Next, she decides that incapacitating your legs wasn't enough, and wipes her blade clean for a different area. She seats herself squarely across your now limp legs, bouncing a little to add to your pain, and unties your hands. She then reties one hand to your waist using the tie, and drags your other arm forward, clearly full of anticipation and delight.
The Archer's POV:
You watch his face as you slice into the flesh behind his knees, making it impossible for him to move his legs without feeling the searing pain of her knife. And what a beautiful knife it is, so subtle in its beauty, so elegant in its movements. A gorgeous weapon to say the least. It sliced through Dr. Reid's flesh so easily and magnificently too. His blood came out crimson, just as it had at his apartment. However, in this light, you can enjoy its stark contrast to the concrete floor below you. You enjoy how he squirms, and delight in his attempts at defiance. Ah, poor fool, if only he'd allowed you to kill him this morning, when you'd been so close. Now your revenge is far more torturous than what you'd already put him through.
You wipe your blade on his already drenched trouser leg. He flinches, almost as though he is anticipating your next move. 'Not long now Dr. Reid' you think to yourself, 'not long'. You untie one of his arms and tie the other to his waist using his own tie. You tug his arm towards you impatiently and drag up the sleeve on his arm. Failing that, since it is quite a tight shirt, you proceed to pry the shirt sleeve off of his arm using your blade. You cut through the fabric, slowly at first, teasing him slightly, then rush into the fabric because you can no longer contain yourself. 'How beautiful' you think, when you see the bare expanse of his skin. Stretched before you is a plain canvas for you to begin painting. You grab your art tool, and gently drag it across your canvas. He flinches and grinds his teeth; you stop and grin at him with delight. Then, you drop your tool and use your gloved fingers to smudge the paint in different swirling patterns on his arm. A shame that the only colour you have to use is red. You begin to bore quickly, and take up your tool once more, now swiping in quick succession across his arm, each time waiting for a few seconds to see the blood ooze out of each wound. All of the wounds you have inflicted are superficial however. You want the real pain to come much later. For now, you want to have fun with your new toy.
This chapter is only about The Archer and Reid, since I realized that both were missing from the last chapter, save a small part at the beginning for the Killer. In this chapter I wanted to dwell a little longer in the mind of the killer, I hope you enjoyed reading her twisted thoughts :). Also, thanks to "lpearson" and "p95000" for reviewing last chapter.