[ WP ] You know how a lot of infamous killers are known by their full name ? I think the world is about to learn my middle name .

I ran through the back alleys, my daggers crimson and the sound of the cops at my heels. A bullet glided past me as I skidded through the puddles, I knew these streets like the back of my hand. My heart raced at the same speed as the ripple of sparks from the gunsmen behind me. My vision tunnelled as it dawned on me … a dead end! I struck it at a high speed, unable to slow down. The blood rushed to my head and I fell into the dusty pavement, I had to think quickly … they were gathering quickly, I had seconds at most. I scrambled towards the bins forcing it against the wall before climbing on top of it, with a forceful movement I forced my knife into the ancient cement. 
 Using the foot hold I began to scramble the wall, my slippery grip unaided by decades of moss. Grit wedged its way into my fingernails as my feet flurried against the surface, desperate to kick away part of the wall … desperate for a foot hold. I managed to scramble upwards onto the wall as a bullet grazed my heel. GOD that hurt. I practically fell off the other side, limping my way forward and never looking back. She stood there sharply, an unfearing smirk on her face that I longed to ruin. One bullet was all it would take and the detective would be gone. I reached for my pistol and cocked it ready for the shoot “ go ahead ” she smirked. I fired at her pretty blonde hair to receive an empty click. She giggled. The bitch fucking giggled at me. Like a fucking schoolgirl. 
 I charged at her with every ounce of energy left in me, if I do anything before I die it ’ s slay this bitch! My blade slid through her cream coat and I waited for the satisfying noises that were associated with my deed. But instead of a sacred silence, the noise of a girl begging for her life as her breathing stopped … there was another giggle and the clunk of metal touching metal. As the soldiers gathered around me I grabbed her by her neck. Not so smug now, now she ’ s finally useful. I placed my steel against her precious veils, a pulse being magnified by the knife like a stethoscope. My heart seemed to sync with hers, my grin widening and a rush of endorphins hit me like a flood. “ Ladies and gentlemen … you found me ” I began. “ so now we have a game on our hands ” I murmured snatching the gun from her jacket pocket. She gasped helplessly, like the girls I used to know down Caroline Street. Always so confident until put on the spot. “ Who is gon na shoot first? ” I asked mockingly. Then something happened. A sharp twist from the detective and I was hit by a painful sensation, it took me a moment to calculate what happened. She grabbed the pistol from my hand in one fluid movement and aimed it at me, firing into my shoulders to keep me down. 
 “ nice try ” I smirked sliding a vial from my coat at chugging it like a shot. A flash of recognision hit her and she backed away. “ You know how serial killers are known by their last names ” I gargled, my last breaths fading. “ well mine ’ s Montgomery … Austin Montgomery King ” I smirked, my vision fading fast as I began to vomit a little. My body desperate to reject that vile fluid. “ and I ’ m claiming one last victim ” I yelled. My knife slipped inside the bitch ’ s brain as I blacked out. 
 
 Sidenote: I ’ m a little out of practice 

