Pitch Black Idea, that at the moment I'm calling Dark nights, it may change, it may never get added to unless anyone wants me too, so...yah.

o and imagine there is a discliamer here

The night air was crisp around her neck as she walked down the empty ally. The eerie sound of foot steps in the distance made her quicken her pace. She approached the light of the tavern, opened the door and rushed in. The smell of booze and sweaty men filled her nose, nearly suffocating her. She managed to continue walking and sit at the end of the bar with out anyone noticing her disgusted face. There were people staring of course. What would a beautiful young lady be doing in a grunge bar this hour on this day?

She was dressed to kill. Wavy brown hair, black clothes and boots, and something shiny could be seen reflecting off the top of her belt.

The bar was filled with burley men, some passed out some just drunk. A few women, but hookers are rarely called women around these parts. Faces glared at her with pitiful hope in there eyes. Something she was used to, but didn't ever like it.

"Can I get ya somethin' Missy?" The bar tenders foul stench brought her eyes forward. A typical ft man in dark dirty clothes and a dark green apron stood on the other side of the bar, washing a dirty mug with a dirty cloth.

"Whatever." She glanced towards the door as it opened, but only a little boy entered. A big hat covered his face and the drunken costumers seemed to know him as he raced to the back and teases were shouted at him and jokes made about him.

The bartender pushed what looked like ale towards her. She eyed it then took a swig. It tasted horrible but she decided to drink more anyway.

The door opened again and a group of Four hooded men came in. Quiet fell upon the tavern and the two tables in the back corner were emptied. The group sat down and right away the bartender flashed over some of what he gave her. When the drinks were served and one of them began to drink the tavern grew loud again.

She turned fully around on her stool and eyed the group of hooded men. One of them took his hood off so he could drink as greedily as he wanted. Grasping the mug with his paws, letting it slurp down his throat and some of his dirty blonde hair fall into the mug. The one two his right hit him making him spew out the liquid creating a roar of laughter from the hooded group. Another took his hood off, he was older the dirty blonde and had coal black short hair and matching eyes. He had an oddly nice smile though. White teeth that looked as real as natural ones. The one to the far right also removed his hood; he looked the same as the dirt blond nut older. Now if only the remaining hooded one would remove it, she would now if she should bother trying to impress them. But he didn't.

More rounds of ale were dispersed to them and more laughs were had, but still one of them remained hooded. She was getting bored. Finally one of them got up and began to mingle with the other costumers, slurring out words and curses. Both dirty blondes were now mingling and slurring, while the black haired one quietly whispered to the hooded one, and kept looking towards her. She decided to play it. She began to pretend like she was interested in what was going on around her, and seductively toyed with her hair, or her drink. Moving her body, hoping to get some attention from the men in the back corner and not anyone else.

Success. The younger dirty blonde came up to her, slurring what could only be pathetic pick up lines at her. She decided to work with it and he led her to the bathroom, where she whacked him over the head and left him there unconscious. She returned to her stool, drank from her drink then turned around again. He was un-hooded now. The bald man of her nightmares. Goggles on head, wicked grin, and shiv in hand. It was him.