The following people are ten
notorious murderers (8 serial killers, 2 terrorists) ordered by their birthday
(youngest to oldest).
I’m posting four pictures of
everyone (them as kid, random picture of them, police sketch, mugshot)
and a short summary of their crime.
Timothy James McVeigh was an American terrorist. He is
responsible for the Oklahoma City Bombing. He had two accomplices (Terry
Nichols, Michael Fortier). With his bomb he killed 168 people.
Ricardo Leyva Muñoz
Ramírez, also known as the „Night Stalker“, was an American serial killer. He
killed at least 14 people. He often used different weapons and didn’t have any
Aileen Carol Wuornos was an American serial killer. She
probably killed 7 men in between 1989 and 1991. She is one of the most
notorious female serial killers.
David Richard Berkowitz, also known as „Son of Sam“, is an
American serial killer. He killed 6 people and wounded 8. Today he is an
Richard Trenton Chase, also known as „The Vampire of
Sacramento“, was an American serial killer. In just one month he killed 6
people. He drank the blood from some of his victims, ate body parts or had sex
with their dead bodies.
Gary Leon Ridgway,
also known as „Green River Killer“, is an American serial killer. He killed at
least 49 women and girls. He killed his victims after having sex with them. He
strangled them to death. Then he had sex with their dead bodies. Sometimes he
came back at night and had sex with them again or mutilated their bodies.
Theodore „Ted“ Robert Bundy was an American serial killer. He raped and killed
at least 28 young women and girls and cut them into pieces. He is one of the most notorious serial killers
in the history of the USA.
Dennis Lynn Rader, also known as „BTK-Killer“ (Bind, Torture, Kill) is an American serial killer. He killed at least 10 people. Most
of his victims were female.
„Ted“ Kaczynski, also known as the „Unabomber“ is an American terrorist. In
between 1978 and 1995 he sent 16 bombs to different people in the USA. With
these bombs he killed 3 people and injured 23.
Chikatilo, also known as „Butcher of Rostov“, was a Soviet serial killer. He
killed at least 53 people. He often raped his female victims.
(Seriously though, if you’re near Philly, the Michael Nichols wildlife photography exhibit is phenomenal. Good for everything from “I care about incredible compositions and lighting” to “I want to look at animals with hilarious expressions.”)
@peytonnation: can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a panic attack while she’s in the room with an unsub? and there’s fluff toward the end between spence and the reader? thanks 💕💕
Warnings: mentions of abuse, panic attacks
The gruff man stared at the door to the interrogation room, subtly pulling on his handcuffs, his furrowed eyebrows emphasising the seep scar across the bridge of his nose. His worn, tattered clothed hung loose on his tense form. A sly smirk spread across his scarred face when the metal door opened with a low scratch against the hard floor, revealing Y/N who scowled at the man as she threw her file onto the mental desk.
“Mr Davies,” Y/N exhaled, leaning onto the table, her stubborn eyes fixated on him as he adverted from her movements, chuckling lowly as he leant back.
“Please, call me Michael.” He encouraged, his tongue darting across his slightly bruised lip, evidently looking her up and down with intimidating, dark eyes.
“Yeah…I don’t think so. Mr Davies, how did you know Sarah Nichols?” Y/N urged, sitting opposite the rugged man, her eyes observing his narcissistic reaction as he grinned widely.
“I don’t.” He replied bluntly, making Y/N raise her eyebrows at him smugly.
“Oh, really? Then, please tell me, why you have been messaging each other for the past two months. Everyday until the day of her murder.” Michael chuckled, leaning towards her in an attempt to threaten her.
“Smart girl. Looks like I’m not the only one who did my research.” The words were dominated with confidence, his words shocking Y/N but her expression remained unfazed.
“Excuse me?” Spencer watched through the mirrored glass, frowning at his statement while he observed the intensifying moment.
“Y/F/N, doctorate in criminal psychology. Mother left you with your father but…” He locked eyes with her, his breath growing heavy as he whispered, “he wasn’t too nice was he?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, glaring at the phlegmatic man as he chuckled disgustingly.
“I fail to see how any of this is relevant. Unless, you’re avoiding the subject matter. Now, when did you first contact Mrs Nichols?” However, Michael simply shook his head, exhaling loudly.
“You keep in contact with your father, right? Does he still…you know.” He clenched his cuffed fists, slamming them against the table. The sudden noise made Y/N flinch, a slow burning sensation growing in her tightening chest as she swallowed back the fear biting at her throat. At her silence, Michael’s lips parted with a shocked grin but Spencer ran his hands through his hair in disbelief, wanting to immediately stop the interrogation but the fowl man continued.
“Oh shit, no kidding?” Y/N’s dark eyes were possessed with admonition as she scowled at him.
“No.” She spat, her breath quickly getting caught in her chest as memories pierced her mind, burning all senses of recovery.
“Isn’t he in prison now? Remind me, what did he do to your brother?” Her stomach snapped, a shaky breath escaping her parted lips as tears grazed her eyes. Michael stared at her, emotionlessly.
“Why are you doing this?” Y/N questioned shakily, a silent tear skimming down her reddening cheek as she battled against her weak breath. In response, Michael smirked, interlacing his fingers on the metal table.
“How are you dealing with his loss?” An uncontrollable sob cracked through the growing lump in her throat, anger rushing through her fingertips as she slammed her hands against the desk, abruptly standing up.
“Why?” She growled, tears freely running down her face but before another word was mentioned, Spencer burst through the door with vexation dominating his features. He wrapped an arm around her weak body, dragging her out of the room with force as she fought against his grip. As soon as the interrogation room door slammed shut, Y/N fell to the floor, lifting her knees to her chest as her breathing became laboured. As she choked on her breath, tears coating her face, Spencer threw himself beside her, wrapping his arm around her from behind.
“Y/N, breathe with me okay.” Spencer whispered into her ear, struggling to remain knelt behind her as her fragile body trembled beneath his touch. He shuffled around to face her, cupping her face tightly as she warily glanced into his eyes.
“It’s okay, you’re okay. Breathe, I’m here.” Spencer uttered, grasping her hand and pressing it firmly against his chest. Y/N looked up at him with fear, panting slightly as she frantically held onto his wrist against her face, trying to match his breathing patterns. Eventually, while Spencer brushed her hair out of her tear-stained face, she managed to calm down slightly, remaining in a ball of tears.
“Everything’s okay, Y/N. I’m going to stand you up, okay?” Spencer cooed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he helped her shaky form up but his arm remained around her side as he walked her to the kitchen, his concerned glance continuously flickering over to her. After she sat down, Spencer clicked the kettle and began preparing two mugs of coffee. Y/N’s blurred vision remained on him, observing his caring movements closely. Without thinking, she shuffled behind him quietly, swallowing the nerves in her sore throat before wrapping her arms around his back tightly, nuzzling her head into his shoulder.
“Hey,” Spencer whispered, turning around in her arms until he was facing her. She glanced up at him, vulnerability filling her eyes but before she could think about her actions, she buried herself into his chest making him wrap his arms around her in response.
“I’m here, darling.” Spencer encouraged, kissing her hair slightly as he tightened his grip around her comfortingly.