The walk home was torturous, she could feel his eyes on her. She led him, because that was what she was, the cat to his mouse although he might have said much differently. men like him didn't like to think of themselves as weak under any circumstances. The next alley was clear, she turned. Seemingly she wandered off alone, and he followed, this sick man. His cruel eyes sized her up, he lunged. She smiled, side-stepping him and turning easily to face him. The man's face grew colder, he glared at her. She licked her lips. "You picked a nice day to die..." He tilted his head and lunged gain, she let him have one solid elbow to the back of his skull as she jumped back, allowing him to meet he ground once again. "Crazy bitch..." he uttered, shaking off a second defeat.