Night hung on his lips like a frosty kiss. It was not a brisk winter night, but the air felt heavy. Or maybe it was his conscience. Either way it was another weight that he did not want to deal with. Worry set in as his heart leapt, although he did not know why. He lit up a cigarette and took out his cane. It was an odd sight, seeing as this was a young, able man. Although his odd, blue eyes told a different story. As he ducked around a corner a slim, beautiful red-head jumped down from the fire escape of the ally way he had just entered. The man whirled around but it was too late, the red- head had jumped into action as she picked up a trash cover and threw it at the back of the man's head. He fell to the ground in a heap, a thin line of blood coming from the back of his head and seeping through his slicked-back hair. The red-head walked over to the man and kicked him so he was facing her. She knelt down and pushed her face about two inches away from his face smiled, and crowed, "And that's kickin' your ass."