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I find it quite funny. They say they are the best at what they do. But here I am. Twenty bodies down and not one person is suspicious of little ol’ Spencer Reid.
Five Years Later -
Eighty two bodies later and they still don’t know a ‘monster’ has been sitting under their noses this entire time. I am tempted to tell them. To watch the blood drain from their face as they realize what I do. They can call me a monster, but I don’t believe that. I only kill the people who deserve to die. The pedophiles who rape and murder young girls. The real monsters who kill for sexual pleasure. There are much worse people in this world. I take the lives of the people who deserve to die. If I sometimes enjoy the process of listening to their screams? Well, nobody has to know.
Fifteen Years After That -
Two hundred and fourty seven bodies. I already know what my profile would be if my team was placed on one of my cases. They would call me a vigilante. A person who wants to help the world, but in reality is sick in the head. I am helping the world though. I am removing the scum of this earth and making sure they can’t ruin any more lives than they already have. I openly enjoy listening to them scream now. I enjoy the pain on their faces when they beg for mercy and finally admit their wrongdoings. I enjoy their suffering. But most of all? I enjoy when they burn.
Two More Years Later-
I am standing in front of the fire that is burning in my very own backyard. The screams stopped an hour ago and I smile as I realize another killer is off the streets. I whip around as I hear the gate behind me click open. My heart skips a beat. It’s just Hotch. I smile at him as he walks towards me. He glances at the fire pit with a raised eyebrow and a confused expression. I hide my relief. He doesn’t know.
“Just experimenting Hotch. Seeing what I find fun.” I smirk. He doesn’t know the true meaning behind my words, and I don’t believe he ever will. He comes closer to the flames and I am grateful they are so high and bright. The body can’t be seen and by the time the flames do fall, all that will be left is a bit of ash.
I keep the ashes you know. Just a pinch or two in a small vial.
“We are going on another case, get your things. We are going straight to the airport.” I give him a nod of agreement. Hotch walks back to the car and I find pride in the melting pile of bones and skin that lay right where he was standing. I giggle as I realize he will never know that he watched me kill a man and never even realized. Some profiler he is. I run inside and pack my bags. But not before adding another vile of ashes to my collection.
They will never know.