Ryan's POV

I'm walking past the door when somebody knocks, hard. It startles me, but I open the door anyway, it's probably just the superintendant, or a Jehovah's witness...Something like that.

I look at the woman standing in front of me. She is slim, fairly short, and she looks pretty harmless, but something about those eyes send shivers down my spine.
She just stares at me creepily, so I quickly shut my door. Much to my dismay, she had wedged her foot in between the door and the frame, so it hadn't closed all the way. Before I can do anything, she bursts into my home.

She runs towards me wielding a knife, and pushes me over with the force of what I estimate to be approximately 110lbs. When I hit the ground, it winds me. I take a moment to catch my breath, then I scream. I scream as loud as I can, hoping to catch somebody's attention.

The raven haired, steel eyed bitch, presses the knife against my throat. "Don't move." She whispers huskily. I decide it is a good idea to listen to her. She has pshyco-bitch eyes, and I don't doubt she'd do something stupid.

I scream in horror as I feel the knife piercing my skin. I look at her with desperate eyes, and she takes the knife away. She smiles at me, watching my blood slowly spill. I try and scuttle away from her, but I'm less than two feet away, when I feel a searing heat in my leg.

My vision's getting fuzzy, and I can hear her laughing menacingly. I begin flashing in and out of consciousness, and I feel bile rising in my throat. I'm about to die.

I can sense her hovering over me, and I can feel something against my neck. As she deepens the cut she's already made, I emit a noise; a pathetic noise. I feel extreme warmth on my neck, and my shoulders, and I know that's the last thing I'm ever going to feel.

UnSub's POV

I can feel that familiar tingling radiating throughout my body. I feel alive. There's no feeling like it in the world; the feeling you get when you have controlled the inevitable, life and death. It's an adrenaline rush, a head high, and I feel like I could fly. I feel powerful.

I tuck the knife into the back of my jogging bottoms, against the dip in my back, and cover it up with my vest and jacket.

This target was far too easy, I like a man who can put up a fight. But still, he was beautiful. I marvel at him for a minute, and then casually leave the house, clicking the door shut behind me.

I dash at a fast pace, along the route I mapped out earlier. I'm in a tracksuit, so I don't look out of place. I left the bloody jacket in the house, and even if I did get blood on me, nobody will see it on black fabric, in the dark, whilst I'm running. Nobody will notice 'lil ol me.

I know exactly where the next target lives. It's a few minutes away, and I'll be there soon. My knife is already bloody, but I don't care. Blood is beautiful, it shouldn't be washed away.

I stand outside his house, and check my phone for the time. I'm impressed, I ran 2.4 miles in under seven minutes, a new personal best. The timing couldn't be more perfect. Nobody would suspect that both men were killed by the same person..

I knock on the door, smirking at the thought of how clueless the man inside was. His fate is in my hands, and he doesn't even know. Any second now, he's going to open the door, and he is going to die. After what seems like a lifetime, the door slowly opens.

Part four is gonna be fun...

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