As I walked through the ally my footsteps echoed through the ally. I told the boys I needed some air... a half truth. I can't seem to get it out out my through the minutes, hours. I owe myself a few passionate, artistic, moments. I can feel the crawling ache beneath my skin, it's like a flaming itch or leach on your body. You need to put out the fire, pull off the leach.

I hold my cane behind my head as a strong man would do with his weights and call it a neck press. I'm searching, but they won't know it. I'm forced to attempt to quell the primal feeling swelling in my very loins. My head throbs in a desperate pleading to simply let myself go, but I can't let myself out yet.

A smile tugs at the end of my lips.

"Hello there miss." I said, my voice was in a bit of that sing song tone.

The desperate throbs is like a whimpering plea now. All it want, I still can't give. I can feel the cold metal against the skin of my leg now. Almost time... Just another moment.

The girl turned. She has flaxen hair and eyes which are the color of a raging storm (like mine), or at least thats what it looked like from my distance.

"You look a bit lost. It isn't always safe around most of New York late at night." I told her.

I know I'm practically teasing myself.

"Oh thank you..." She seems a bit surprised by my kindness. "Actually no, but that was a very sweet, gentlemanly act."

"It's not a problem."

I feel my heart sink a bit, but my chances are still there. She gave me a smile and nod, than she turned and began tp walk.

"Hey," I call. She turns back to me. "you wouldn't mind if I came with you, right? I've got somewhere to go and a little company would be nice." I give her one of those friendly, awkward shrugs.

"Certainly." She said without a single modicum of hesitation, that tells me she isn't from around here.

"Thank you."

I let my cane fall from behind my neck and let it fall to my sides.

We walked in silence for some time, I was simply looking at where we were going, the routs and all that. I knew all of them of corse. I was just waiting for the perfect second and perfect place.

Closer to her I could see her hair was defiantly the color I expected, a blond mixed with shades of a caramel. Her eyes were that blue, grey. Her cloths weren't rags, but she wasn't a rich girl either.

"You'd like to know my name wouldn't you?" The girl asked.

"Well it would be nice to know."

"Joyce Kingston, and yourself?"

"James Conlon, my friends call me Spot though."

Her lips turned up into a smile, "You don't look like much of a Spot to me."

"Childhood nickname." I explained. "It just stuck around to long."

She laughed lightly. It was a quiet night, I'd made sure of that. I couldn't help but clench and unclench my hands in excitement, my pulse was rapid... We were extremely close to the docks. I smirked... I was so close.

We walked into a lonely ally, set apart from most of the others. I know it's my time. I wrapped my hand around the handle of my blade. I let her walk in front of me. I slow my walking .

Suddenly my arms are around her and the blade is to her throat.

"Sh... Not a sound." I whisper.

I smile at the, I'd felt like a man who'd just been released from a fifty year prison sentence. Shedding my shell of for just a few minutes of obscene, artistic glory.

As I enter the empty boarding house I'm careful to leave no remnants of the happenings of that night. I washed the drying blood from my hair and my body. I take off the blood soaked cloths, which I'll dispose of tomorrow. I take one of the boys shirts from under their bed, they don't have any choice in the matter. I scrub off my shoes. Than out the window the shirt goes.

It is simple now. Once I've finished I put on my my mask of normality. I sat in the chair by the window which goes out to the fire escape. the I sighed, there was the obvious end to it all for the night. No joy, no artistic beauty... The end. For tonight it is the end.

The door opened and I held up a two fingers of my acknowledgment.

"Conlon, what are you doing inside?" I heard.

I turned, "Busy."

Ax stands, seemingly waiting for me. She pushes her red hair back from her eyes.

"Boys sent me, they want you."

"Mh-hm. I'm busy." I said uninterested.

"Oh..." She came closer, leaning against my seat. "I see."

I rolled my eyes and released an irritated sigh.

"I'm not in the mood," I motion towards the door. "out."

She scowls and hisses, "You've got a room, go yourself."

She leans close to me smirking with a repugnant smite. Her face is too close to mine. I feel my urge again, this time originating from my swelling hatred. A smile cracks across her face and a light laugh escaped her lips.

"Go on, Conlon," She smirked. "scare me like one of your boys."

I looked out of the window.

"Why don't you be useful and go screw one of my boys?" I murmured.

She pushed me in the chair. I smiled, she'd be leaving now.

"Fuck, Conlon, you're such a tease."

She'd be leaving, unless I could play a little longer. She shoved me and began to walk away.

"I'm a tease? So that's what you came for?"

I stood and leaned against one of the boys beds, smirking.

She turned back briefly and hissed again fleeing the room.

"I thought for a minute you were taking my advice for once." I shouted.

I glower and add under my breath, "You did't need to follow it, you already did it, bitch."