Crossroads of Midnight - a Synopsis

She could smell decay, unwashed bodies, and feces. She was breathing through her mouth and trying desperately not to vomit. She tried not to think about every slimy step she was taking. She'd have to burn these shoes, assuming the shoes made it home with her.

She came to a fence; how cheesy, a fence just like in every police chase in movies. She scrambled over the fence, landing in a crouch just like every bad guy in those cheesy movies. The black leather jacket she wore made chiming noises as the zippers beat against the metal fence. Who knew why she was wearing a leather jacket, how retro and cheesy. Everything about this scenario was cheesy. Mmmm...extra sharp cheddar on crackers, I'd love a spot of cheese.

She continued running, watching for ambush in the crates leaning against the buildings along the alley. When she came to the street it was black and slick with rain. She breathed deep and it brought the smell of fresh falling rain to her nostrils. She loved that smell, clean Earth and forests! She forced herself to move on knowing that her prey would be slowed to a crawl in those heels.

The prey had to know she was going to be killed, either on sight or as soon as she was caught. The only reason she wasn't killed immediately is that she was smart enough to insist upon no bodyguards; who knew a blonde with triple D breasts would be smart enough to use her nylons for a noose! If only the boss wasn't such a hog, it's easy to kill someone when their mouth is stuffed full of food and can't scream! She could still smell the garlic from the kitchens on the wind; it made her stomach grumble for food. Don't stop, there is prey to catch.

She ran. It shouldn't be hard to pick her out in that pink dress, she could always find the bimbos in the clubs and should be able to find her here. Of course this is club row, every female here is a bimbo, or whore, or just easy. Earth girls are easy, what a cheesy movie. Enough chatter, she needed to find her prey.

She stopped at the edge of the alley just as a car horn blew as it flew by her. She could smell the stench of the alley on the wind and held her breath to try and not vomit. As she left the alley it was replaced by the smell of car exhaust and about a billion perfumes and after shave; the mix made her gag. She scanned the crowds: club row, what a horrid place to hold a business meeting. How could the boss expect her to protect him with so many clueless people just loitering? Whores, tramps, jingaloes, worthless waste of human flesh just wasting away until their next hit, fuck, or kill. She continued to scan the crowds; there was prey to catch.

Wait, a flash of pink ahead and she was running again. Running on club row was almost impossible, but she put on her scowl and made her way through. Someone tried to grab her arm; there was laughter, then screaming. She started running again, pulling her knife out of his ribs as she ran. No time for talking her way out, she had a job to do and her prey was getting away. People moved for a blonde that looked like she was in trouble; no one wanted to risk upsetting a pimp, or an outraged boyfriend. However, a red headed girl in simple t-shirt and jeans was obviously in need of a drink and a pickle tickle. She hated that. She hated club row. She felt like a choice cut at a meat market. She shivered again and kept running. There was prey to catch.

Five blocks from the alley she was finally away from the clubs. There were still people but not the heavy hindering crowds at the clubs, at least the smell of the clubs was gone. She could see the blonde in pink clearly, running barefoot. Stupid. Twenty years ago that might have been okay but who knows what you will step into on these public streets; one step on a broken glass pipe or syringe and instant overdose. Stupid.

The blonde turned into the park at the end of the road; she followed. Running into the park she realized she could still hear the music from the clubs. That shouldn't be, the clubs are too far back, if she can't smell the mix of perfume she shouldn't be able to hear the music. She stopped, listened, and realized it wasn't music from the clubs, it was a radio. Someone was listening to a radio and it was playing the morning show. Did she just hear it was 7:05am? Shit!