On my little stolen balcony, I hear the footsteps of a tall guy. Mr. Animation Perv strolls nonchalantly right past my position. Ha. Too late now. I get on the rail between the balcony and the ground, and rotate my freshly polished knife toward Mr. AP. (get it? He is good at math but this is the name I used earlier abbreviated?) Steeling myself for a leap, I tense my muscles. With one swift but silent jump, I am in the air behind Mr. AP. Holding my knife with two hands, I see it get closer and closer to AP's skin. The blade slams into his back, nicking and chipping a rib. Besides that, everything goes smoothly. As the blade plunges in to his back, it attempts to decelerate but is forced to move forward with all of Meirelles force on it. Missing his heart by millimeters, it slices through nearby veins and arteries and forces its way into PV's lung. I knew it was already over, and the poor soul never stood a chance. But one thing was forgotten. The bleeding man ripped the knife and Meirelle right off his back like a child and toy. Practically thrown, I was dazed. I tried to get up, but all I received was a kick to the chest. Besides being annoyed at how short I was, I finally realized what I had forgotten about. Adrenaline. Flowing like light, my hand snatched the absurdly bloody knife off the ground and swung it's nine inch blade. Being in an adrenaline fueled rage, he charged right into it. His fight or flight instinct had made the wrong choice. The slashing motion of the blade sliced into his neck, and it was definitely over this time. Not only was his jugular cut, but his airway was open too. Without even making a choking noise, as most movies would stereotype. With the immense amount of blood spilled from his wounds, it would take a while to clean. She had made sure to monitor the schedule of everyone who came down this alley, but it would still be a pain. But then she heard another pair of footsteps. But they were jogging. Meirelle sprinted away through the alleyway, with all of her stuff.

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Felix heard a grunt or two as he was approaching the alleyway. Maybe he had tripped and hit his shin. He turned a corner, and saw some blood. Is he okay!? He turned another left, and discovered exactly what he wasn't supposed to. Remembering his brother, and mourning over Mr. PC distracted him from the now distant sound of a scared heckless sprint. He didn't even know the kid, but that changed nothing. He was just as pissed. He whipped out his phone and dialed 999. "999 what is your issue?" Holding back tears, he practically shouted into the mic. "My friend has been stabbed! Just get over here!" In a really concerned and nearly panicked voice, which Felix knew she wasn't supposed to show, she said "Where are you?! we have an ambulance ready!" Hoping she didn't lose her job over her panick, he explained. "We will be right there. Hold tight!" He knew, by the time that ambulance with the surprisingly calm siren (this city doesn't like disturbing anyone, and we have any traffic issues.) came it was too late. But he also knew that it was too late the moment this wound was inflicted. Paramedics wouldn't let him onto the ambulance because he was not direct family. With nothing else to do, he started a death march down the line of bloody footprints that led away from the scene.

As I stared at the wound, I knew it wasn't good. She hadn't even had time to clean the crime scene, and if any blood or any sort of DNA could be found there, she could be screwed. It was all because of her crappy, poorly made, plan to kill someone, just for pure enjoyment.

Damn.