Deeper Than the Knife

Chapter 19- Yep, I'm Bait

I meet up Amber, a Caucasian woman with reddish brown hair that reached her shoulders, on the roof of my apartment building. We had a great view of the Eiffel tower which sort of made up for the fact that I was freezing to death. 

"Hiya!" She said excitedly. How did she have so much energy?

"Hi." I muttered, rubbing my arms to warm myself up. 

"So I broke into the police station," I liked this woman now, even is she was so energetic. "And I took a look at all of the evidence that's been gathered." She informed me.

"What'd you find?" I asked.

"Well first the obvious, the guy's clearly racist and sexist." Amber said.   

"No shit." That made her laugh. 

"He uses a knife to stab the women to death. He's bold, striking during the daylight." She said sounding much more serious than before. 

"So he's either incredibly smart or the by-stander effect is very real." I said still shivering from the stupid cold.

"Probably both," Amber agreed. "I examined where all of the murders took place, then narrowed down his kill zone." She pulled out a map with a bunch of red maker on it. She pointed to an alleyway right next to the Politiebureau Arrondissement 5. "He seems to be getting more arrogant, killing closer to this police station. I'm betting this will be where he'll kill next." Amber explained.

"Well I'm glad you're my partner, cause it would've taken me a while to figure that out." I said while I examined the map.

Amber grinned proudly, "I'll take that as a compliment. However," her smiled faded, "we don't have much time."

"Agreed."

"I have a plan that you're probably not going to like, but we don't have much choice."

Did I call it or what? I was stuck wearing a stupid yellow sundress and flats-I refused to wear heels-walking around the alleyway like a complete idiot.

I had no idea where Amber was, she just said to trust that she won't let me be killed. I had a knife strapped to my thigh, not to be shown until absolutely need be. I was a little-very-confused on how the heck bait is supposed to act so I just ended up walking around like a buffoon.

I sat on the top of a dumpster, swinging my feet back and forth like a kid. I'm far too tall to do this in normal chairs and I sort of like doing this. A noise came from my left, it sounded like something dropping. I decided to check it out. 

But of course I just had to say something stupid, "who's there?" Like any murderer would answer me. 

I, of course, got silence as a response. I walked over to where the sound came from, like an idiot, my guard up. I looked behind a box, and something came flying out from behind. It was a cat. I let out a sigh of relief, and bent down to pet it. 

"This is such a clique," I muttered as I pet the black cat. The cat seemed to like me, until it started hissing at something then ran away. Usual cats hate me, the whole wolf-thing tended to scare cats away. So it was a nice change of pace, until it went back to the regular pace. 

I hear faint-barely audible-footsteps from behind me, and I could smell-shut up-someone was now in the alleyway with me. And it was definitely not Amber. I turned around and dodged a knife that was aimed at my head, and the knife fell to the ground. 

Standing in front of me was a white guy with short blonde hair and crazed brown eyes, in his right hand he held a second knife. If I wasn't insanely gay, I might've thought he was kind of cute-he probably used his looks to lure women to their deaths. 

"Impressive, you managed to dodge." He spoke in English, but his heavy French accent made it hard to tell what he was saying. 

"You sound surprised." I pointed out, putting my guard back up.

"Well I am." He admitted.

"Ass." That just made him grin creepily. Creep.

"There isn't any point in fighting back." He 'informed' me. I didn't know what his name was so I chose to called him 'Le Creep'.

"Sexist, racist pig." I muttered.

He came at me with his knife raised above his head, rooky mistake. He stabbed downwards when he got close enough, I easily moved out of the way and had him chase me around the alleyway as he tried to attack me.

It honestly got pretty boring real fast, he clearly didn't have any idea as to what the heck he was doing. I was tempted to just leave the alleyway.

I saw a bird fly over head, it was a falcon. Are there even falcons in France? I thought. I got a little distracted by the falcon and barely missed a stab to the stomach. Le Creep really shouldn't have screamed before he attacked, it gives everything away.

The falcon dropped down, it's sharp claws aimed right at Le Creep's stupid head. Le Creep moved out of the way and the falcon landed on the ground instead. 

The falcon had brown feathers-what do normal falcons even look like?-a sharp beak, it's left leg shimmered like it was made out of metal. Suddenly, the falcon started to change.