UnSub's POV
Spencer's about to open the door. What am I doing?! How am I supposed to look him in the eyes and kill him...I love him. Fuck this, I'm going to save him.
It's too late, he's opened the door, and he can see me and my knife. I have to do something, so I slice this thigh, and then run away.
I can hear him scream in pain, and my heart aches. I can't believe I just did that. As I run, my leg hurts, and I can feel the wound reopening. That's good, it's like blood atonement. It's good.
Tears start rolling down my cheeks as I run around the block, and into the carpark nearby where my car is. I had to do it, he had to die, I think to myself as I open the door, and then I get in and start the engine.
I'm sorry my love...
Spencer's POV
Somebody just cut me. I quickly access the bleeding, and immediately I'm positive that the slash missed my femoral artery and all of its major branches, so I run after the assailant.
Whoever it was, is out of view before I'm even half way down the street. The pain gets too much and I give up. My eyes are watering because of the pain, and I'm going into shock.