As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except Ella, Sarah and other people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.
The story takes place after my other stories. I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^
The title, idea and the small note here in the beginning comes from Abba's song "Tiger".
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You Better Beware
The city is a jungle, you better take care
Never walk alone after midnight
If you don't believe it you better beware
Of me.
Prologue.
`I need to kill her. I need it. I need to do it now.´
A tall, dark figured walked fast down the alley. He had his hands in his pockets of the long black coat, one of his hands was holding a tight grip around the knife that was laying inside of the deep pocket. The LA dodgers cap on his head had been pushed down so he could hardly see anything. But he didn't want to see anything either. He didn't need to. He knew where he was going. And he knew what he was about to do. And the cap also stopped other people from accidentally catch a glimpse of his face. He didn't want anyone to look at him. As that thought crossed his mind, he instantly took his hands out of his pockets, pulling the high collar of his coat higher towards his face.
His feet were wet, he was only wearing thin sneakers, and since it had been raining during the night, the alley was filled with deep puddles. He didn't even notice when the cold rainwater found its way all in to his toes. He didn't notice the water splashing up on his legs when he stepped in the puddles. He only had one thing in mind.
An evil smile spread on his face as he watched two women at the end of the alley, out on the sidewalk. They were both slim and tall, and the short skirts gave the illusion of legs for days. The fact that both the women also wore 5 inch stiletto heals helped the illusion too. One of the girls pulled up a package of smokes and gave one cigarette to the other girl, before lighting her own, then letting her friend borrow the lighter. The man decided to lie back until one of them left. He didn't want them both. He only needed one of them. He hoped that the black hair girl would be the one leaving, he preferred blondes. The black haired Asian was beautiful, no doubt about it, but the blondie was better. He wanted her. He needed her. He felt a need to remove her from the streets. He was going to save her. He tightened his grip around the knife when the blonde woman put the cigarette to her mouth, inhaling deeply before letting out a cloud of smoke.
"You're a devil, I quit this!" The Asian woman, Tracy, told Mischa as she inhaled another breath of smoke.
"There's no fun smoking alone." Mischa smiled, leaning her back towards the brick wall, showing off her long legs towards the cars driving by on the street. She needed to make her living, but it had been a slow night this far. But it was still two hours until midnight, she knew that the men usually didn't stop by until a few hours later. Her friend Tracy knew the same thing.
"Misch, I'm going to get home for a few hours and get some sleep, and I'll meet you out here within a few hours, okay?"
"Sounds like a good idea." Mischa said, smiling to her friend.
"Be careful." Tracy smiled, kissing her friend on the cheek.
"Always am hon, always am."
The man in the alley smiled when he watched the Asian woman let her smoke drop to the wet pavement, before stepping on it with the high heels, and then turned on her heel and walked away down the road. He waited for a while before walking up to the blonde woman who was now alone. All alone.
"Hello." He said as he came closer.
She jumped slightly, she wasn't prepared that someone would come from behind her. Her mind was out in the traffic and on the sidewalk. She looked surprised and slightly scared at first, but almost immediately she broke out into a flirtatious smile.
"Hello sir, looking for some company tonight?" She said, dropping her cig into a puddle of water, walking up to him. She lifted his baseball cap slightly and met his eyes. She immediately dropped her mouth, eyes staring out in shock and horror, and she was just about to turn around and run when he grabbed her wrist. He pulled her closer, putting her back towards his chest, and put his hand over her mouth. She was kicking and screaming, but he was well trained, and she was thin and underweight, he didn't have a problem pulling her into the dark alley. He pulled her in deeper, still holding his hand hard over her mouth. As they got to the end of the alley, where it divided into two alleys, he dropped her to the ground, kicking her over so she was lying on her stomach. He then sat down on her back, quickly putting his hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream, then he pulled up his knife.
About three hours later, around an hour after midnight, Tracy was walking down the street again, to her and Mischa's corner. She had been able to get some sleep, and now felt fresh and relaxed to go out and get money for the rent and maybe some food in the morning. As she came up to the corner, she looked around for Mischa for a second. Her eyes got stuck on the dumpster about thirty feet into the alley. The thing that caught her eyes was the 5 inch stiletto heel attached to a female leg, hanging out of the dumpster.