Disclaimer: Show not mine.
Note: This came out of an idea I had about making the good guys bad guys. So in this Emily Prentiss is the BAU's newest UNSUB. BEWARE.
They were always the same. She was self aware enough to admit that. That was the one thing her life had taught her. Know yourself because no one else will care. She knew herself well and she knew it always came back to the same things. The blonde hair. The blue eyes. The All American popular girls. Sometimes they were cheerleaders; sometimes they played sports themselves but they always looked down at her.
And she made them pay for that.
Emily Prentiss had all the things money could buy and none of the things it couldn't. The people who pretended to be her friends did as only so long as her mother paid them or their parents. Once the perks stopped so did the friendships and Emily eventually stopped caring. She preferred to be on her own anyway.
She could watch them better that way.
The first time happened by accident. She had gotten so angry at the girl, the head cheerleader who had made a name for herself as a bully who everyone wanted as their friend. Emily didn't care and that pissed the girl off. Soon Emily's reputation had been ruined and her mother had believed the rumors. It didn't help that she had already gotten pregnant and had an abortion. Having a reputation as a loose girl wouldn't be good for her mother's career aspirations.
That's why she did it or at least that's why she thought she did it then. Killing the girl had been an accident. She had only gone to confront her about the lies. She had no interest in that stupid football player and she wanted the girl to tell the truth. Sticking the knife in the girl's chest had been an accident. So had kissing her.
The next day the police came and Emily thought she would end up in jail but her mother gave her an alibi. No one would dispute the Ambassador Prentiss. Emily thought for a moment that her mother had actually cared; that she actually loved her but then she had ended up at yet another school and another girl had ended up dead.
This time Emily had hid her body better.
This time no one came knocking on her door.
That's how it had begun for Emily. More then a decade had gone by and it still came down to the blonde hair and blue eyes. It still came down to those girls who would laugh at her and call her a dork. She would make them pay.
She would make them want her.
She would make them love her.
And then she would kill them.
Because if her mother had taught her anything it was to take care of her own needs first; because no one else would.
And Emily had learned that lesson well.