Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter six Blood Stained Knuckles
A kid hit into Damon's shoulder as he walked down the busy school hallway. Now, normally Damon would take other kids shit, but after his incident with his mother, he didn't want to take other kids shit.
"Hey! Fucker!" Damon yelled to the boy who hit his shoulder, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around. The other kid was tall, strong, but to confident. "What do you want?" The kid asked annoyed and angry. "You hit my shoulder" Damon said in a calm tone, scary calm. "So?" The kid asked, as other students started to notice.
"Say sorry" Damon said in an intimidating voice. "I'm good ma-" The boy didn't get to finish before Damon punched the kid. Damon's first dug deep into the kids face. The kid looked back at Damon angrily but the kid didn't have much time to think before Damon slammed him against the lockers.
The kid fell to the ground and Damon grabbed the back of the kids shirt and dragged him to the hallway, and got on top of him. Damon's fists became bloody. That warm, feeling on his raw knuckles. He looked down at the boy, his face bloody and swollen.
"Don't touch me again motherfucker" Damon spat then walked away. The kids in the hallway, moved out of the way for him. Blood dripped onto the floor as he walked. Damon ran a thumb under his nose, feeling his own blood on his finger. "That motherfucker must have gotten a bit in somewhere" Damon whispered to himself.
Blood covered his knuckles, face and clothes. The blood meant respect, and that's all Damon needed. Damon smirked as he walked into his class as the bell rang.
Damon's finger traced the jagged cut on the woman's wrist, gloves covering his hands. The cut was rushed, not cleaned, and the woman's hair wasn't as pulled out as the other woman's.
"You're caressing that cut a little too long Odair" Derek says walking over as Damon looks over his shoulder to the black man. "It's Le'Odair" Damon corrects Derek then stands up and walks over to Hotch.
"The UnSub was rushed, nervous" Damon sighed to Hotch as he took off his gloves. "I'll have Reid take a look then we can look around" Aaron looked away from the Odair man. He didn't trust Damon's judgment, what the fuck?
Damon rolled his eyes and walked back to the SUV and leaned against the hood, looking around. They were in vegas one of the biggest gambling cities ever. Rich and wealthy, drunk and poor, French and Indian, black and white come to Vegas to loss money and to earn it.
"Our UnSub is a card dealer" Damon whispered to himself. Damon quickly walked back over to Hotch. "Our UnSub is a card dealer" He said to the BAU agent. "What?" Hotch said not hearing Damon the first time. "The UnSub is a card dealer. He gets to see woman all day, hear them talk, and it's not suspicious when he wants to take her home" Damon says as all the BAU members nodded .
