World's Greatest Criminal Wife

Chapter 2

     Monica rested her friend against the wall just beneath the window sill, carefully pulling the knife out of her back. Her white gloves were stained with her blood, seeping through the cloth. She slipped the cotton fabric off, letting the rain wash away the the blood on her hands. The rain water flowed down the street until it disappeared down the drain.
     As she stood over the corpse, the unnerving feeling of someone watching her returned. Her fur seemingly creeped up her back like it was crawling up her spine. Glaring over, her suspicions were confirmed when she spotted a pair of glowing yellow eyes watching her from the shadows. From the man's faint silhouette, she could tell he was large with broad shoulders and a wide chest, a rather intimidating frame. He clearly wasn't a mouse due to his size, but she couldn't see much more of him thanks to the darkness that covered like a blanket.
After a moment of uncomfortable eye contact, the stranger slowly backed away into the shadows until her disappeared like a ghost. She raced forward to try and follow him, but he was gone before she could reach him. She glanced around the alley around her for a moment. There was no sign of him except his giant scent which was quickly washed away by the rain. She shrugged it off and walked away, hoping to disappear before she was spotted as well.
A scream broke through the air. Monica ran back to see Flaversham, now huddled beside his dead wife, her head cradled gently in his arms. His cries of anguish were interrupted by uncontrollable sobs that shook his body. He held her close, resting her body on his lap. As he wept, he whispered soft things to her lifeless corpse, seemingly wishing she would respond to him. Watching him cry almost made her feel bad for him, but she reminded herself of what he did to her. He deserved this, or, at least, that was what she told herself. She shook it off as she padded away into the darkness once more.
"Hey! Stop right there, murderer!"
Monica paused, her tail merely twitching hearing the voice yelling at her. She recognized who it was by their gruff attitude, thought she hoped to never have an encounter with them. Trying to appear calm, she slowly turned to face the men behind her. A small patrol of police officers raced at her, one of them staying behind to comfort Flaversham. As they threatened her with their batons, she smirked at the funny sight in front of her.
     These morons are not even holding real weapons. They must not think I am not that much of a threat. Dumbasses. This is going to be an easy fight.
Once they got close, she jumped and kicked the squad leader square in the chest, sending him and his crew tumbling backwards. She giggled at them before running off. It only took a few seconds to come up with an escape. Her plan was to have them chase her until she exhausted them. That way, it would give her a better opportunity to kill them swiftly. Brilliant idea, Monica, absolutely brilliant.
     Just as she had hoped, the officers followed after her. They were relatively quick, but her longer legs made her just a tad bit faster. Her tail whipped around behind her like a branch in the wind, keeping her pursuers at bay. Each step felt like a meter as she practically flew across the ground, her footsteps matching the rhythm of her heartbeat. The chase made her heart soar, a proud smile spreading across her face.
She grabbed onto a lamppost as she got close to it, swinging around and running the other direction. They turned to follow her, nearly tripping over each other. She snickered, running across the road as a massive horse-drawn carriage rode by. She was quick enough to evade the wheels of the cart, sprinting the way she was going before as the police carefully made their way over.
She quickly ducked into another dark alley, slipping behind a knocked over garbage can. The trash that had spilled out masked her scent and hid her well enough to get the cops to race right past her hiding place. She tripped the last one with her tail before sprinting away again, laughing at their cluelessness. This regained their attention and sent them running after her once more. Eye never thought a police chase would be so fun and adrenaline pumping. It was like she had all the energy in the world. She never wanted to stop running, no matter how much her legs began to ache.
     She ducked as one of them threw their weapon at her, rounding the corner into yet another alleyway. She skidded to a halt, nearly running into the wall that blocked her path. The bricks stretched up to the sky, making it impossible to climb over. There were no holes or cracks leading to the outside, keeping her confined to the narrow hall. She turned to go the way she came, but the police were already there, blocking the way out. They had her trapped. She did not like it. The chief officer stepped closer, protecting the exhausted officers behind him. "We have you surrounded now, you murderous monster!" he triumphantly yelled, slapping his hand with the baton, trying to threaten her. "Now, slowly set your weapons on the ground and put your hands about your head!"
     "Why should I?" she asked in response. "How do you know it was me who murdered anyone?"
     "I KNOW it was you! You rats are always up to something mischievous. Now, listen to me and put your weapons down!"
     Monica snorted. It was not unnatural for them to suspect somebody because of their species. "Now, what fun would that be for me? Just give up a fight? No, I think I would rather pick you off one by one. Slit your throats and watch you bleed! Oh, that would be exciting!" She took a few threatening steps toward them, baring her teeth in a sinister grin. The officer raised his weapon, making her stop in her tracks.
     "Stay where you are, God damnit!" he bellowed. "I will not ask you again! Drop your knife, now!"
     Monica looked down at her hand. She had barely noticed that she had grabbed her blade, but these cops were clearly more observant than she gave them credit for. She examined the threat in front of her. Despite his tone, the man was clearly terrified, his tail twitching fearfully, his eyes wide. The three behind him were panting hard, barely able to keep standing after running for so long. They would be too easy to dispose of. The sight made her giggle.
This is going to be a lovely bloodbath.
     She pretended to think for a moment, eyeing them with a smirk. "Mmm, no, sorry, I am not exactly interested in getting arrested. I would much rather beat your ass into the pavement..."
     Before her enemy could reply, she lunged at him, sending him flying back with another powerful kick. He toppled over, knocking down the man behind him as the other two stared in shock. Monica quickly slit the throat of the one on her left, letting him sink to the ground while he clutched his bleeding neck. He tried to scream, but all he could do was let out a horrible, mangled gargling noise. The second just barely managed to dodge her attack, but she quickly tackled him, snapping his neck to kill him.
     The third officer got up and leapt onto her back, using his baton to choke her. He was strong despite how tired her looked, but he was hardly a match for someone at nearly full strength. Using one of the dropped weapons, she nearly broke his hand with it, smacking him until he loosened his grip on her. She tossed him aside as the fourth whacked her in the back. She slashed his hand as he went to attack her again, punching him in the nose. Still not going down, she smacked him in the head with the bludgeoning weapon, nearly knocking him out before dropping it.
     As the other cop rushed at her again, she landed a kick to the groin, sending him crashing to the ground. His lovely cries of agony were interrupted as she stabbed him in the back. When he screamed again, she stabbed him again, and again, and again until he finally fell silent. She back up, looking down at her clothing. Her dark blue suit as now stained with his crimson blood, the liquid dripping down her face onto his body. The walls around her we're coated with the sticky red stuff. It was a gory sight, but it made her feel good.
     With her distracted, the final officer tackled her, pinning her to the ground with one hand. Her snout was pressed against the pavement as he raised his baton to strike her. Thinking fast, she quickly flipped over onto her back, knocking the wind out of him long enough to let her slip out of his grasp. He got up again and charged, but he missed as she leapt out of the way. She slashed wildly, tearing apart his uniform as he desperately tried to avoid her. Lunging forward, she sunk her fangs into his neck, causing him to yelp. He shuffled around, trying to escape, but that only caused her to bite down harder with a low growl.
After a long while of wrestling, the cop finally got the upper hand, elbowing Monica in the ribs. As she held her side, he slammed her into the wall. He grabbed the gun in his belt, but she whacked it away with her tail. He ran over to retrieve it, but he stumbled and fell as she landed on top of him. Clawing his way toward the weapon, he snatched it and shot at her, throwing her off. She clutched her ear with one hand. The bullet hole was almost a few centimeters away from her head; just a little farther and she would have been dead. He whirled around, prepared to kill her with one more shot. His face twisted into an evil smile, laughing psychotically as his finger fiddled with the trigger.
Bang!
Monica ducked hearing the gunshot ring through the air. She expected the bullet to fly over her head, but when she looked, her foe went limp, lying in a crumpled heap at her feet as a pool of blood formed around his head. Lifting her gaze, she spotted a shadowy figure lingering at the end of the alley. It is him! How did he find me again? Did he follow us? How could he without being spotted? The man lowered his gun, his soft yellow eyes meeting hers. The shadows and the rain hid him well, the street lamp above providing no help in seeing his face. He kindly nodded to her before disappearing, a long dark cape flowing behind him. She raced after him again, but he had already vanished into thin air.
How long had he been watching? WHY was he watching? Better yet, why did he wait to help out until now?
She wiped some of the blood off her clothes, wiping her hand on the wall. Pushing her concerned thoughts away, she ran away from the murder scene, hiding as a new patrol of officers walked past. She almost immediately heard them scream in fear as they found the bodies she left behind. Some asked questions, others broke down crying, but none of them seemed to notice her listening in. She shook her head and left, heading for home once more. As she strolled, her mind began racing again. She could still feel the stranger watching her, staying just out of sight. She would have to keep a mental note of their encounter. If she ever did see him again, she would figure out who he was. She was not one to let questions go unanswered.