UnSub's POV
I followed my plan, I had no choice, but it's okay now...Everything is under control again. Everything except my crying. I cry all the time because I miss Spencer and because I hurt him. I know I was only doing what I had to, but it doesn't make it any less painful.
I hate my addiction. My addiction to power and control. I hate it, but I can't live without it. I don't know why I feel the need to be this way, but I do. If I could control myself, I would...I'd go back in time to before any of this started, and I'd control myself. I promise.
My leg still hurts sometimes, but that's a good thing. I deserve to feel this pain, and as long as I feel it, I'll never be able to forget what I did. I hope it hurts forever.
I'm in my killing gear now, and I have a knife against the small of my back in my waistband. I can feel the nylon sticking out of my knee, rubbing on the inside of my cargos. The feeling keeps my grounded, and reminds me that I'm on a mission.
I've killed ten men this week, and two more are going to die tonight. I've been meticulous in avoiding cameras and making sure there are no witnesses. I'm proud of myself.
I walk down the ramp of my house, and then make my way onto the street. I'm about to get in my car, when I see him.
It's a man. A man of my type. I look a little closer, and I realize that it's not just any man...It's the man that started this all. I take down my hood, and walk towards him.
Fuck my life. He can hear me approaching him and he turns around. I flash I'm a fake smile and remind myself to keep sweet. He looks shocked to see me...That's good.