As I was on my way home the fog began to roll out, and the clouds cleared out of the sky; the streets seemed to lose their prior 70 s horror effect, in fact they were beautiful in my eyes. The street lamps shone lightly upon the streets beneath them, shattered glass of all sizes, shapes and colours reflected the light in a spectrum of colours that scattered across the walls and buildings. I stopped in my tracks and took the time to admire the view.

As I was admiring the street I saw a quick flash of darkness in a nearby alley way, at first I assumed it was my imagination but then I heard faint scuffling and slowly walked towards the alleyway, as I got close to the edge I peered around the corner to see a girl, dressed in black, sitting up on a fence at the end of the alley, peering down at me; her gaze felt like it was going to burn my soul where I stood.

After a few seconds I began to slowly back track away from the alley, towards the opposite side of the road, Where do you think you re going you perverted fuck? I heard her call, she then jumped off the fence and I heard a soft thud as she landed on the ground; a small cloud of dust rose where she had landed and softly settled back down around her. I am talking to you, stupid prick, you going to reply before I slit your throat or not? The girl pulled out a small penknife and flicked the blade out, I didn t know how to react so I stopped where I stood and tried to muster up some words.

I m I m not a p-p-pervert I stuttered as the girl slowly drew closer to me. She grunted and lifted the knife to my throat, Listen here you prick, I came down here for some peace and quiet, and no one ever comes down here. So come on, spill the beans, you came down here to look in at me didn t you? That s why you were sneaking around the corner, isn t it? I felt the blade of the knife push up against my throat, Listen, lady, I don t even know you or what you re talking about. I just came up from the Asylum I, ughhh, I mean the forest and saw someone in there and thought I d check it out to be safe.

The girl held the knife up to me for a few seconds without reacting, her glare remaining cold as before, but a smile growing on her face, Asylum? Jesus man, there isn t an asylum down there, it s a federal prison for criminal crazies, oh and of course perverted fuckers like yourself! She pushed the knife harder across my throat and I felt every muscle in my body contract as I tried not to make a move that could get me killed. And I am guessing you broke out, didn t you? That s why you re all dressed up in black and sneaking about at night following girls into alleys.

I felt anger growing in my stomach, I had never hit a girl before and I certainly didn t plan on it, but this was getting out of hand, I grabbed the knife with my left hand and threw it away as I pushed her back unto the ground with my right hand. Listen, I don t know what you re talking about. It s a normal mental hospital, and I didn t escape from it, the place was shut down a few years ago. I am not here to perv on you or anyone else for that matter; I am just on my way home after a pretty fucked up day, alright?

I felt something hit my stomach with a sharp, heavy force and I was thrown unto my back; as I looked at the girl I saw her right foot jammed into my stomach, she had been wearing no shoes and no socks, which was surprising as she hit me hard and the streets were covered in grass. As I hit the ground the girl leaped unto me holding the knife to my throat again, Fucked up day? How the hell did you have a fucked up day? I don t have a family, I have a younger brother but he is a dick, dad s gone most of the time and mum has an unrelenting rage aimed at me and me alone. Yet you think your day is fucked up? You selfish little prick; I have the right in mind to slaughter you right here and right now.

Wait, please I said, Let me at least explain it to you The girl grimaced at me and spat in disgust, she leaped off me and hid the blade in her jacket, Alright then start talking but if you try anything funny, perverted or violent I will run you through with this knife. Got it? I nodded in approval to the girl, not wanting to spark her again, causing my own death in the process.

I explained the story to the girl, from the start of course, and throughout a majority of it she would snigger at me, call me insane and at some points even said I should be inside the asylum for myself. But when I mentioned the girl let out a gasp and asked me to repeat his name. Doctor Chris Wesker I said, as I said it the girl dropped the knife to the ground and fell to her knees, she clamped her face in her palms and began to cry.

After a couple of minutes the girl stopped crying and began to sob slowly, painfully and pitifully. She stood up and faced me as she put her hand out for me to shake. My name is Michael I said, you can call me Luna, Luna Wekser. The girl replied.