New Beginnings

Twenty Three

You were certain it was all over when you heard a voice yelling, "Y/N.... Y/N open your eyes. Do NOT give in. Fight back."

Spencer's beautiful voice.

"Fight back Y/N. You can do this, look around you."

Look around you?

What?

Cane reared his head back spinning around and glaring at Spencer.

"I'll deal with you in a minute," he spat out. He'd released his grip on your neck when he'd started to tug at your clothes and you were gasping the air in, almost choking on it.

Suddenly you realised what Spencer was yelling.

You were surrounded by smashed glass from the window panes.

In fact there was a large piece right underneath your hand.

You gripped it tightly feeling it cut into the palm of your hand but barely registering the sting.

"Joshua," you croaked out, your voice barely a whisper.

He turned back to you and with every last ounce of energy you had, you raised your arm slamming the shard of glass into his jugular as hard as you could.

You heard a pop and a guzzling sound, seeing the look of surprise on his face, his mouth opening. His hands went to his neck grasping at the shard, pulling it out which was the worst thing he could have done.

Blood poured from the gash, slipping through his fingers and spraying everywhere.

Adrenaline now kicking in, you shoved him off you, him rolling onto the floor next to you.

Crawling onto your knees, you picked up another thicker shard plunging this one into his chest. This time you yanked it back out yourself, slamming it in again and again his blood covering you.

In the background you could hear sirens, along with Spencer yelling at you to stop.

But you couldn't. With every plunge in you yelled.

"This is for Charlotte Days!"

Another stab, your throat burning from the effect of shouting, having been strangled.

"This is for Kennedy Marshall!"

Another.

"This is for Kelly Casey, and this is for Paul Matthews!"

The glass splintered in his chest and you could no longer pull the same shard out. No matter, you picked up another one and plunged again.

"This is for Spencer!"

"And this is for me!"

A hand caught you from behind as you reared back for a final hit.

"Y/N! Y/N! Stop! He's dead."

You fought against the hand, but it had a tight grip on your wrist, grabbing your other as it started to search the floor for another piece of glass.

Another voice, "He's dead Kitten. You need to stop."

You stopped struggling, seeing Derek Morgan knelt next to you. He pried the glass from your hand.

"Derek?"

You looked around the room seeing the rest of the team bar Penelope entering. When they realised there wasn't a threat anymore, they lowered their guns, Emily and Hotch rushing over to Spencer who had finally managed to get his wrists free and was working on his ankles.