Different Paths

1. Y/N Reid

It was about ten years ago to this day. Ten years since I moved out from my family home. Ten years since I, Y/N Reid, decided to become who I am today, my true self.

Here's a little backstory for you all. I'm Y/N Reid. You may know my brother, Spencer Reid. Or Doctor Spencer Reid. You all love and adore him, but I don't. I just see him as my younger brother. The younger brother who was loved and appreciated by everyone around him, I mean, I did at some point. But over time it just diminished little by little. It kept diminishing when Diana paraded him around and told him how proud she was of him. Whenever I did something I was proud of myself for accomplishing, it was always brushed off. It's always, "Your brother won at his Science fair!" or "Spencer got all straight A's!". It can get really exhausting.

Now back to the important part, me. I ran away from home at about the age of sixteen. I'm now twenty-six. Spencer was about thirteen or fourteen and he should be about twenty-three or twenty-four now. My birthday's in May, the twenty-first to be precise. I had a car at the time so running away was easy. I gradually put most of my belongings into my car then left as soon as Spencer and Diana were asleep. I ended going from Las Vegas, Nevada to New York. It was a painful thirty-seven hour drive, but it was worth it.

Enough about the past, let's talk about the present. As of right now, I've tortured and murdered about eighteen men and on my way to make it nineteen. What's my motive? Isn't it obvious? It's all the mommy and daddy issues I have. I chose men because they're dumber than rocks. They see a hot woman and they're practically putty in your hands. I seduce, bring them to an unknown location, tie them up, torture, and murder when I'm done having fun. Right now he's thinking he's going to have the time of his life, when in reality it's going to end, very soon. I'm very good at what I do, sometimes I'll leave bits and pieces for the authorities to find. They can have all the evidence they want, but it doesn't mean they'll ever catch me.

"Wow, this is your place?" No really? I thought it was an abandoned mansion. Of course I didn't actually say that, I said "Yeah, it gets lonely sometimes, but that's what you're here for right?" I said along with a flirtatious smirk.

"Absolutely."

"I only ask for one thing."

"What's that?"

"That I'm in control."

"Of course, I love when a woman's in control, it's super hot."

Of course he finds it hot. Ugh, men. I'm just thankful that I find women attractive as well. It would be an absolute horror show if I only liked men. We walked into my place. I lead him into the bedroom and order him to lay down. He of course listened, because who wouldn't? I'm hot. I cuff him onto the bed. I slowly strip tease and see him beginning to get aroused.

"I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." I said with a chuckle.

I went to go get my fun instruments. I came back with a table with wheels that held my knives and such.

"Hey, hey, hey, what're you going to do with those?"

"It's my kind of fun." I said while placing my finger on his lips.

"I'm into the cuffs, but not into knife play, you're one crazy bitch."

"Well you didn't think I was crazy at the bar now did you?" I said whispering into his ear.