[ WP ] You are a serial killer that has been stalking your victim for 3 months planning your every move , then the night finally comes to make your strike and suddenly you run into another killer who has been stalking your victim for 3 months as well .

The moon hung heavy in the air as I crept towards the front door. Judge Englund was sleeping inside her room. After three grueling months of planning, this was the night. I slipped the knife from the sheath at my belt and tested the edge. Blood ran down my right thumb. `` Perfect.'' I thought. I began to fiddle with the doorknob when I heard a rustling in the front hedges. I snapped my head around. Nothing, just slim green leaves, `` I must be hearing things.'' I thought, as my heart beat a tumultuous rhythm in my chest. I began working on the doorknob again when I heard the rustling again. I wiped the blood on my jacket and drew my knife, this time it was n't my imagination. 
 The rustling came again, but this time the bushes parted. A tall figure demure in black sulked from the shadows. My heart leaped into my throat as I pressed my back against the door. The figure took gentle steps towards me and lowered its hood. It was a woman, copper hair shone gently in the light of the moon. A heart shaped face with piercing blue eyes focused on me with cobalt intensity. 
 `` What are you doing?'' She asked. 
 `` What are you doing?'' I choked out, knife still in hand. 
 `` Trying to break in, same as you I'm guessing.'' She replied, kneeling next to me. 
 `` Why?'' I asked turning towards her. 
 `` Judge Englund is a bit of a cunt, I want to kill her.'' 
 The starkness of her answer took me aback, I lowered the knife for a fraction of a second. That was when I felt the cold steel on my neck. 
 `` Tell me what you're doing here now.'' The woman said, an icy chill thick on her tongue. `` Scream and I'll cut your throat.'' 
 `` I came to kill her too.'' I said in a harsh whisper. 
 `` Bullshit.'' I felt the knife press harder into my throat. 
 `` Its true.'' I said, sliding my knife towards her feet. 
 She peered down at it, and lowered hers in response. `` Why do you want her dead?'' 
 `` She gave my wife a life sentence. You?'' 
 `` She fucked that gas girl at the Sunoco.'' 
 I snorted back laughter, `` Thats why?'' 
 I felt the steel bite back at my throat. 
 `` You do n't get it.'' She said. Those cobalt eyes glistened with a sullen luminescence. `` She hurt me! Nobody hurts me.'' She said, her voice rising above a whisper. 
 I fumbled for my knife with a blood soaked hand, my heart thumping. From the window on the front door a flaxen light pierced the night. Those azure eyes snapped immediately onto it. That was when I thrust my knife. 
 The steel slid through flesh and muscle with ease. I felt the knife scrape against bone as the tip poked through the back of the woman's neck. She let out a choked gasp as warm blood flowed over my fist in crimson rivulets. Her eyes fixed on mine as her pupils grew. She weakly dropped her knife from my throat and grasped at my hand. Blood poured from her lips as her hands fell limp and her whole body slacked onto the walkway. 
 I left the knife lodged in her throat and ran. My footsteps left heavy slaps on the concrete as I bolted towards the street. My entire body was coursing with electric shocks. My heartbeat reached an inexorable crescendo, every vein coursed with sickening excitement. That was when I felt the pain. My body lifted in the air as torment shot from my right hip. I hit the pavement with a heavy thump. Two piercing beams of light shone in front of me. I felt myself retch as I rolled onto my back. The moon faded from an argent glow, to a jet black shadow. The shadow encroached on my entire vision as the world faded.
