The moon moved into place high in the night sky as The Killer watched the clock. The minute hand slowly ticked by. It wouldn't be long now.
She'd made a mistake. She'd killed too many people too close together. And well...storing the bodies might have been a bad idea. And perhaps leaving the bodies behind when she moved headquarters was also a bad idea...Oops. The Killer sighed and re-focused on the task at hand.
A harsh scrapping sound filled the chilled and dimly light room. With one final swipe the Killer finished sharpening her favorite blade and held it up to a small lamp for inspection. It looked good. It looked ready. She set the blade aside and pulled out her gun. She set it on the desk and began to disassemble it into pieces to clean.
She had time to clean the gun, reassemble it, and re-holster it before the first hint of intruders was heard. A muffled shot, and a squeaky old rusty door being opened.
They were coming for her. She could hear them. The pounding echo of combat boots on metal stairs was not subtle. And there was shouting, and yelling. Lots of noise. Always the noise. All she ever wanted was quiet. Nice...quiet. Without any NOISE.
The Killer twirled a black-tinted blade in one hand. The movement helped to calm her irritation. Based on the sounds they were almost to the top floor. Where her small room was located.
'Took them long enough. It's not that many stairs...'
They may try to take her, she decided. But she wasn't going down without a fight. After all...how many could there be. She'd already taken out nine people. These pesky policeman should only take but a second.
There was scrapping at the door. Scratching noises accompanied by....whining? Someone yelled loudly in an authoritative voice for the door to be opened. Ignoring the voice, The Killer paused and reconsidered her plan of action. They sent dogs after me? Dogs? She frowned. This complicated things. She didn't want to hurt any dog. Humans were fine death material but she'd had a dog once. A long time ago...
The shouting at the door was now accompanied by pounding sounds. They were trying to break down the door. It took one glance at the window for the Killer to decide on Plan B.
She strapped her gun into its holster and picked up the lamp. She chucked it at the window. Glass shattered into tiny bits and left jagged pieces of glass in the window frame. The jagged edges tore at her clothes and into her hands as she climbed out of the window and gripped the window sill. Rapidly she descended the side of the two story building. Poor craftsmanship meant that there were plenty of handholds in the brick and stone. She was jumping the last few feet to the bottom when a someone's head leaned carefully out of the window next to the one she had broken.
"She's outside!" The man shouted.
'Well duh.'
The hounds upstairs were loosed from their leashes and combat boots pounded on metal stairs again. The Killer looked around for a quick escape route.
None of the squad cars had keys and there wasn't enough time to hot-wire any of the vehicles. The Killer took off on foot. The night helped give her cover as she ran but she was bleeding from going through the window which left a trail. Down the street, over the fence, passed the startled jogger in bright neon yellow shorts she ran.
The Killer ran and ran and suddenly skidded to a stop in front of a big blue sign. 'Pier --->' it proclaimed. 'Perfect. Let's see if those chubby guys in uniform can swim.' She ran until the street asphalt became wooden slats of the walkway. 'Plan C. Fake out the cops and swim to safety. Squad cars are not usable as squad boats.'
But in fact, squad cars, while not good on water, worked very well on asphalt. In her rush she had forgotten this little fact. By the time the Killer reached the end of the pier there were already three squad cars at the start of the pier and a fourth on the way. Dogs clambered and howled in the backseat as the handlers left them in the vehicles. This time combat boots thunked heavily along the wooden walkway.
Pausing at the edge, the Killer looked down to judge the distance to the bottom. But it was dark and all she saw was the dark surface of the water and choppy waves.
She turned to her pursuers, gun in hand. Six cops were hiding behind their cars and card doors already. Each had a gun trained on her. There were three red dots on her head, one on her chest. Two...on her feet? 'Weird...'. Despite the situation, she grinned. The red dots of light on her body shifted as the policeman gripped their guns tighter.
The Killer took a deep, slow breathe in and had One...Last...Laugh.
"Bwahahahahahahahahahahahaa[color=#B80000 ]aaa[/color]"
She backed up slowly, carefully, and prepared to escape. But then one of the veteran cops fired. Pain shot through the Killer's leg. It was a clean through and through that dropped the small woman instantly where she stood. The Killer was down but not out. She was still so close to the edge. With one hand behind her and the other holding her gun, the Killer dragged herself toward the pier's edge. She fired three shots.
Then, there was a whoosh of air. And suddenly a small dart was sticking out of her shoulder. It stung. Just a little. They'd shot her. With a tranquilizer! The Killer scowled and her irritation at not being able to escape or having the satisfaction of a quick death followed her into the inky blackness of oblivion.
The rookie who'd shot walked over to the unconscious body. For a minute he just stared. Then he turned to wave at his partner down the walkway.
"Hey...didn't you say we were after a guy?" he yelled.
His partner walked over slowly. "I thought so." he replied when he came within range. He too spent a minute looking at the body. Then he shrugged.
"Oh well, let's go." Together the two dragged the unconscious female into one of the squad cars and the four cars quickly drove away with sirens blaring and dogs barking.
[2 Days Later]
The Killer watched the clock. The minute hand slowly ticked by. At precisely 6:30 p.m. Pentothal was pushed into the I.V. attached to her arm. She fought to stay awake. Fought to last just a little bit longer.
In fact, The Killer only lasted 35 seconds before succumbing to a deep drugged sleep. As she slept she visualized all those she had killed. The surprise attacks. The battles. The rush of adrenaline during the chase. The sense of satisfaction after the kill. The wonderful silence when everything was done. All of these things spun around in the Killer's mind.
The IV filled with various liquids. One by one. Until the Killer no longer had conscious thoughts, there was only a deep black nothingness.
When the final injection was completed, those in the room watched the clock. The minute hand slowly ticked by.
Fifteen minutes after the first injection The Killer was declared dead.
