In the corner of my vision, I glimpsed a shattered bottle, this would be perfect! I cautiously picked it up, rubbing my thumb alongside the broken glass bottle neck until a single scarlet drop of blood began to ooze out, this could easily kill someone if I sliced them in the neck. I concealed the glass bottle in my sleeve and slowly stalked back to where I left the old police officer. I smiled sweetly and raised my left arm in which hides the bottle and lightly rested it on his shoulder. I smiled sweetly at the old man, he smirked and pushed me even closer to him, his musky breathes threatened to pull me under. I continued to raise my arm with the bottle until the edge of the razor-sharp edge just crazed his collarbone, he still suspected nothing. I pressed my thumbs lightly against his eye lids he continued his wicked grin. I held the pointed sharp edge at the centre of his throat and plunged it in. His eyes opened instantly, and he tried to let out an outraged caterwaul, but the blood only gushed faster out of the wound. In a few moments everything was silent I could already feel the heat of his body drain away while blood pooled around my feet. He was dead now I'm free.