Molly woke up abruptly as she heard a car alarm go off.

"Rossi!" She screamed, and the others looked alarmed at her sudden outburst as she ran outside. She saw a note on the ground and picked it up, and pure anger ran through her veins.

"The one you love the most will be my last meal before I leave. Too bad it's not that kid. But it's okay. I have three more in my basement." It read, and Molly started shaking, but then she took a deep breath and let it go. She looked around before the others came outside.

"What happened?" Spencer asked as molly was now as still as a statue.

"She took Rossi; she is going to eat him. But since she wants a fight ill take it to her," molly growled as she turned around and looked into her eyes. But they weren't hers but the eyes of a serial killer.

Rossi woke up tied to a kitchen chair and saw lust was waiting for him to wake up.

"It's finally nice to meet the one who took my big brother down," she said as she licked her lips and put her cup down slowly.

"What some food? It's kid stew, my favorite," she smiled as she pointed to a pot.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked as she smiled.

"Oh well, that's easy, you took her away from her destiny, and when you die, she will snap and be like the rest of us. Hopefully more violent, though. I love looking at blood spatter; it just makes me feel at peace, you know?" She said as she got out a bowl and started to get some stew.

"Why are you sick freaks doing this to children?!" Rossi asked as she ate an eye.

"We are freaks? Lucifer, I mean, Molly is a sick freak, alright. Have you seen what she has been doing? Puting people like us away, and I dont really like that. It was easy for me to find pedophiles around here and cut them open; they forgot to pay their bills. We all have our eyes on her Rossi, not just little old me. We are making a new world a better world. I only eat the bad little children; you know that won't kill for me. We have gotten away with this for so long it's funny. It is a large cult that trains serial killers and sends them out for practice until the real thing. We are going to launch the biggest blood bath in history, but there is only one problem. Molly's real dad wants her to lead, and the only way for her to do that is to kill all of you. Including that dog Lady, I might let her keep it. But who knows I love to kill things," she said as she smiled brightly.

"Why are you telling me this?" He asked as she laughed.

"Because she is going to kill me to save you, but I am going to take a couple of small bites out of you first. What should I eat first? Hands, feet, ears, or something that you might not be able to live without long," she smiled as she licked her lips.

"Molly won't kill you; she is better than you and will make you pay for what you have done," he hissed.

"Good luck with that one because first, they have to find me, and my sweet darling children are, well, unable to do that with what I did to them," she smiled.

Rossi couldn't believe that the cult was still haunting the girl he saved along time ago. It hurt him a lot, and seeing Molly suffer from them was bad enough.

"You acted like a good dad to Molly, I'm grateful for that, but you really should have taught her our ways," she smiled as she pushed the bowl assigned.

"Molly is not one of you," Rossi stated.

"I know that's why im going to kill her and eat her right in front of you, old man. I hate eating old people, but you will maybe my last meal," she chuckled as she got up and searched for her butcher's knife.

"FBI hands in the air!" Molly shouted as she broke down the door.

"Lucifer? Where are your manners? I know your father has taught you better manners than that," lust said, disappointed.

"He was never a father but a monster who made me sleep with dismembered bodies! I am Molly! I will never be Lucifer!" She growled.

"Put your hands up!" Morgan demanded.

"I dont think so," she said as she pulled out a knife.

"Drop the knife!" Hotch ordered.

She started to sing, and Molly's face turned pale.

"That's right, Lucifer, you think I am alone? I have disciples," she smiled as a kid had a bomb strapped to his chest, and he held the remote in his hands.

"Dear God," JJ said.

"Now give me your weapons, or we all die; sounds fair, and you dont want Sammy to be blown up due you?" She asked.

"You are sick!" Morgan yelled as Spencer stood outside the window, waiting to get a shot in.

"Am I or is it who you called Molly? She will turn out better than all of us when she kills you all, and you think her sleeping disorders are real? Those impulses are her true nature. She is like us and will be like us no matter how many pills she takes. It would be better if you just killed yourself, Molly. The pain won't go away, and the feeling of guilt will eat away at you until you have nothing left," she said with a smile.

"Why are you doing this?" Hotch asked.

"To make the world a better place, of course, now let's play a game, Molly, you will shoot yourself in the head or under your chin, or Sammy will go boom! Sammy push the little red button when I count to three," she smiled as Molly looked down at the ground.

"Im going to take you with me, you soulless bitch!" Molly growled.

"Wait, where is the rest? There is supposed to be one more! Your not playing fair!" She yelled as spencer shot her in the head. Emily quickly went to the boy, and the rest was a blur to her as they got on the plane to leave. Molly sat with Lady and hugged her tightly as she felt the world as she knew it was over.

"I can't believe her family is a cult; they messed her up badly," Emily said.

"How are you feeling?" Rossi asked as molly was deep in thought.

"Rossi, I should resign; I am putting my family at risk," she said weakly.

"Molly, we are in this together; we love you," Rossi said as tears ran down her face.

"How can you say that when I'm a monster. I keep saying I'm Molly but am I here?" She asked.

"I think so, and Spencer does too. You were right on where she was going to keep the kid and me with the bomb. You saved so many people today,"  Rossi explained.

"Or I just let go several new serial killers," she sighed as  Lady whimpered.

"Molly?" Morgan asked as she looked over to him.

"You did great today," Morgan said as he hated seeing people die in front of her, and the whole team could tell that Molly had PTSD, and they were helpless to it.

"If you say so, I turned out to be just what my father wanted me to be a killer. I am supposed to be Molly," she said weakly.

"I killed her, not you," spencer informed with a soft smile.

"The only thing you're guilty of is caring too much. Your father is a monster, and so is your family; it doesn't make you one of them," JJ added.

"Why?" Molly asked.

"Because believe it or not, you're a good person, and if anyone tried to tell us differently, we would fight for you," Emily said.

"Yep, and blood might make you related to them, but family is what you make it, and you made a new family here with us," Spencer smiled.

"You are Molly Siren, say it," Rossi said.

"I am Molly Siren," she said softly

"Good, now get some sleep, alright you need it," Rossi said as she smiled a bit.

"Thank you all; I do apreashaite it," she said.

"I'll watch your gun if you want me to," Spencer said.

"If I wake up and.." She paused.

"We won't let that happen; we will watch your back and make sure you dont hurt anyone," Spencer said as he took her gun.

"Thank you for not running away from me," she said softly.

"You are our friend; even if we knew what your family was like before hand, we would still care about you," Spencer said as she took out a sleeping pill and swallowed it.

"We all got problems, and there is nothing to be ashamed of," Morgan said as Molly smiled.

"I told you that they would like you," Rossi said as she petted Lady.

"Indeed you did, my friend, indeed you did."

Imperialism creates the illusion of wealth as far as the masses are concerned. It usually serves to hide the fact that the ruling classes are gobbling up the home territory's natural resources in an improvident manner and are otherwise utilizing the national wealth primarily for their purposes. Eventually, the general public is called upon to pay for all of this, frequently after the military machine can no longer maintain external aggression.-Jack D. Forbes

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