UnSub's POV

I take the shot, and the second I pull the trigger I know I missed, my aim was off, I could see it. I shoot again, but he's already hiding behind the door. I tuck my gun into the holster on my cargo pants, then I turn and sprint as fast as I can. I wonder how fast I'll be this time.

I can hear somebody chasing me, telling me to freeze. Yeah, like that's going to happen. Whoever's on foot shoots at me, but they miss. I keep running and I can hear sirens in the distance. I've been running for a few minutes, so I'm a decent distance away, but I haven't memorized this area very well. I wasn't anticipating the patrol car. I should've know they'd have patrol nearby.

My leg hurts, but I keep running. I jump a fence, run through a garden, and then come out of an alley on a street I don't recognize, and my leg really hurts now. I've lost the footman, and I can no longer hear sirens, so I sit down between two large cars. I clutch my leg under my knee and it's wet.

I run my fingers over it and try and identify it in the moonlight. It's too dark, so I smell it instead. Mmmm...That's definitely blood, I'd recognise that bitter coppery scent anywhere.

I love blood, but seeing my own isn't exactly at the top of my bucket list. Now that the adrenaline from the thrill of the chase is out of my system, I know that I'm hurt. A stray bullet must've grazed me. And now I'm left with pain in my entire leg and knee. I probably didn't make it any better by running.

I'm dizzy, so I lay down on the ground, and try not to groan despite the pain. "Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out." I recite to myself, to make sure I don't forget to breathe, or start hyperventilating. I can't afford to pass out here, my whole plan would be ruined.

After a few minutes, I've built up the strength and the courage to stand. I duck behind the cars whilst I remember which direction I came from, and where I parked my car. It takes me a while to remember, but I do eventually. I hobble quickly, using my dominant, stronger left leg, to support most of my body weight.

I'm surprised by the fact that I make it to my car, which was about ten minutes away, without a problem. I unzip the top pocket of my cargo pants and get out my keyring. I open up my car, and then drive off, keeping my lights dim until I'm out of the danger zone.

By the time I get home, I'm infuriated. Step ten of my plan failed! This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm losing control, things are going wrong...It's all because of Spencer! My plan was going fine until he came along. I want my control back, now! I have to do something about this.

I want to feel powerful again...

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