Chapter Thirty-One» Justin:

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At least I accomplished everything I wanted to do in this life. I had Carter, saw Spencer go ballistic (meek genius explodes), killed Spencer- though the sneak revived himself, moved to a different country, and execute my plan to my ultimate desire. I stood in the back cellar, whiffing in the smell of alcohol and cigarettes for the last time, enjoying the last this world, knife positioned above my neck, ready to act, when the devilish genius inside my head whispered to me.
Why not cause all the damage possible? I smirked.

I took a swing of beer, and waltzed over to Carter. Knife in hand I began to carve, working hard and fast. Slice left, then right, and in all directions, desperately trying to keep it neat but I only had a few moments and all the jerking and screaming made it hard to focus. I smiled at the finished product. I couldn't read it, but I knew it would be readable. It was something she would never forget. NIGHTMARES was scrawled across her stomach, blood spilling from the wound. They burst in. They being the BAU. I ran back to my corner, knife dirty with her blood in hand, and started to cut.

"Not so fast you son of b*tch!" Derek Morgan shouted, tackling me to the floor. "No f*ckin' way you're taking the easy way out." He yelled. The cold metal cuffs slipped around my hands, reaching so tight I thought my hands would explode.

"Is that too tight? I'm sorry." he spit with mock sympathy pulling them to an unbearable tightness. He put his foot between my shoulder blade, but when I tried to wiggle away when he was distracted, he shoved his foot hard into my skin. I swallowed the pain.
Damn it. Caught in by the feds.

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