My hand was gripping the knife now, gripping it hard. The ruckus outside seemed far away. I had been in a few knife fights, mostly just waving the knife around, but I had also been taught how to win.

"She had a beautiful little girl," Angela continued. "She cried out before her mom died, isn't that sweet? I wish I knew her name. I cut her little pussy right out of her body."

I lunged forward, slamming the knife into the largest target, Angela's pregnant belly. It sank into that bright pink stretch mark, all the way to the hilt. I wrapped my left arm around Angela and pulled her in to me hard, so she couldn't move away. The knife pulled back out with a sucking sound, and I thrust it back in, over and over. Angela's mouth gaped in an "O" of surprise, and I released my hold and pushed her back. She stumbled and fell backwards to the floor. Her head hit hard and bounced. Someone was pounding on the door, but it seemed a mile away.

I didn't hesitate, because a knife fight only has one victor. I jumped on to her body, smashing our bellies together, and drove the knife into her side. Again, I stabbed over and over, sliding through her ribcage into to her lungs. The knife pierced her heart and sliced through blood vessels, as thick red blood bubbled up from Angela's mouth and nose. I kept stabbing, no longer thinking, losing any idea of aim, sinking the blade into her pale, swollen breast, and then into my own brown skin, without even noticing.

The locked door burst open, finally catching my attention as I jammed the knife into a breast. It was mine or hers, white or black, I couldn't tell. There were blue uniforms, and guns, and yelling. I pulled the blade out of the breast, and my knife hand swung in the air. The knife dripped blood, clear colostrum, and bits of yellow fat. The police followed their weapons training, just as I followed mine. Their weapons fired, 9mm bullets instead of shotgun shells, and did not stop firing until the guns were empty. My body, riddled with holes from my legs to my belly to my chest, collapsed onto Angela's, then rolled off, away from the oncoming blue uniforms.

I heard two things as my life ended, the last things I ever heard. One was the officer shouting into her radio, "Suspect down! Suspect down!".

The other was a whisper, Angela's dying breath. "Goddess."

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