Bad Luck

Chapter One : PLEASE KILL ME!

Clover tapped on the steering wheel of the car. They sat in a dark alleyway, without the car lights on, but she could see Jessie's face. She was staring through the windshield. They were waiting for a sign - any sign.

Clover and Jessie have been on this serial killer's trail, trying to catch them before they commit any more murders. The locals were calling them the Throat Slasher.

Jessie leaned in her seat, playing with her police badge. She ran her fingers through her short brown hair. They had been waiting for almost an hour.

She was not as patient as her partner. There is no excitement, but if she was close to Clover - she sucked it up and enjoyed her company.

She frowned when she noticed that Clover was playing with her fingers. It was something Clover did when she was nervous.

Jessie took Clover's hand into hers as gently as possible. She rubbed her thumb on the top of her hand and Clover slowly but surely relaxed.

Jessie smiled, "We'll catch him." She spoke.

"I know - "Clover said, and a smile graced her lips. "- the women should be leaving soon."

They were situated behind the strip club. They concluded that because the Throat Slasher's next victim would be at the strip club. His last victim showed up at the strip club the day before her death. It made sense to go there.

Jessie nodded and looked through her window. "Would the Throat Slasher target these strippers? We do not know anything about this guy even after chasing him for 5 months."

Clover turned to face Jessie and assure her but shut her mouth. A man walked past. He wore a dark hood over his head and his hands were stuffed in his pocket. He did not look around; he kept his eyes on the door to the club.

"Vee?" Jessie turned in the man's direction, and they watched him quietly. He turned his head to Clover.

His mouth was the only thing visible and with it, he smirked at her. The man turned away.

He walked to the backdoor of the strip club. He tapped his foot to a rhythm. He seemed harmless. A woman soon stepped out of the building.

"Hi, sorry we're closed." She said and smiled. Her smile was forced. She could not look the man in his eyes.

"it's okay, Janette. I just wanted to visit an old friend. I'll walk you home." He said, though his voice was barely audible.

"Thanks... What's your name again?"

The man chuckled and they walked down the alley.

Janette grabbed his arm. He was forced to lean over when she held his arm to her chest. The man tensed up but did not remove her hand.

Janette and the mystery man continued talking, but he never said anything personal about himself. That included his name. Clover kept her eyes on them.

They disappeared into the dark and Clover relaxed. Jessie, however, did not. She narrowed her eyes.

"Something isn't right."

She frowned. "Are you sure? They knew each other."

Her alertness soon had a reason as a woman's scream pierced the air. Jessie and Clover jumped out of the car and ran down the alleyway.

The path was forked, they turned to look at each other and nodded. They ran their separate ways.

Clover gripped her gun tightly. Her footsteps echoed as she ran. Her breath was heavy.

Her eyes scanned the area, hoping to find this girl before it was too late.

Clover froze. In front of her was a streetlight and the light shone on the man who had a knife in his hand. He roughly slit the girl's throat and her head rolled back.