He stood staring at his reflection in the mirror. His face unrecognizable to himself any longer. The external bruises had faded, but the internal ones were raw and spreading like cancer. His entire life he had followed the path of right, never wrong. What had it gotten him?

His life was a fucking joke. A sick mother, a father who left, bullied relentlessly. He watched the team he called family fall apart constantly. He had faced death on countless occasions but was never given the gift of actually dying.

What was the point of being a good person? What did it get you in the end? It certainly didn't give you a good life. No, he was living proof that being a good person does not give you anything. Not a damn thing!

He warned them. He told them if anything happened to Emily he was going to do more than throw books. He wasn't bullshitting them. He was done with being the good guy. He was done letting evil win. He was going to take matters into his own hands now. Say goodbye to Spencer Reid.