As I race through the hospital its amazing how it seems nothing can touch me I am weaving through bodys jumping over counter and yet no one bother to question, why? Finally making my way out the front door and to the back alley of the hospital I come across a group of guys that have a girl surrounded, without hesitation or regard for her they began to rip her close of with no remorse not one of them even stopped to think. They seemed to be lost in lust, the only thing they can think of was getting this girl naked. Before this went any further I yelled out "Hey fuckers get away from her!". No response from them I figured I would have to make sure they felt my presence hospital gown and all, I went in swinging and what happened next I couldn't explain and even if I did I would just sound crazy. I pulled back my hand to punch one of the bastards in the face but when I planted the punch nothing happened my hand... it just passed through... I can only stand there and watch as how this group of middle aged men ran a train on this young girl on the floor of a dark dirty alley way. I take a long hard look at the young girls face and realize that there is nothing I can do, the tears are running down the side of her face I just couldnt leave her here alone... but luck was on her side as weird as it sounds a group of kids showed up I have seen kids like this living of the streets. They stay on the streets cause either they got no place to go home to, or they got something at home they dont want to go to, they were the typical street thugs. I am thinking this is going to make things alot worst for the girl, it looks like this is going to be her last memory. Each punk has a lead pipe in hand no doubt they are hired clean up for this group of business men, anything to hide a corporate scandal. They close in and raise the lead pipes above their heads... you can here the skull crack and you can see the blood on the young girls face. I am standing in disbelieve in what I see, there in a pool of blood lies the same bastard I couldn't touch. All you can hear for the next 5 minutes is the banging of the lead pipes up against the body of the bastards that started this mess. It weird when you think you know how everything works something happens to make you question it, you spend alot of time on the streets thinking that kids like these are what cause problems and you always think they are the only ones capable of crimes and can do no good. Even though it wasn't right I cant blame them for stopping the group of perverts. They help the girl up who is left only in her panty by this time, one of them gives her a shirt from off his back and a napkin he just happened to have in his pocket from a face food place he says "Get yourself cleaned up and head to the hospital for help." and with those few choice of words as quickly as they came they had left. Leaving me with a few unconcious body... by this time I realized they cant see me and so I must be dead, but why am I still around and why do I have a feeling thats what I am telling myself only to find some comfort in how strange things have been since I landed in the hospital, maybe this is all a dream maybe this is all one big nightmare and I will wake up with my son jumping on the bed and Iria making me coffee before I head out to work... Id like to believe that but I know it wont be the same I lost everything that has meant the most to me twice in my life already. It hurts lossing them a second time cause this time it looks like its for good, I lost James and I am sure I lost Iria.

Before I have time to wallow in my grief, the bodies of those perverts start confulsting, the alley turns dark almost like a negative everything changes. My head begins to hurt I can barely handle the pain before I know it I am down on my knees from the pain. From the body of one of the men seap a black shadow and it all comes together taking a shape of a man. My head hurts so much I paralyzed by the pain, I see it slowly coming closer the darkness around the shadow is about to consume me. But before it has a chance to like an image on a stained glass window it breaks and everything falls apart or atleast I think it did. All the alley in what seemed to be the negative world just collapsed revieling the real world again and just like the negative world the shadow world seems to be gone too. I turn to look and I see an image of a boy I try to get a closer look but I cant believe what I have just seen, James? Before I can say a word I feel a sharp pain go through my body and I find myself in the hospital again, this time so druged up and strapped too so many machines I couldn't move at all.

I slowly start to see everything grow dark and I have a dream, I see the corner of a street and alot of faces of woman. Its all becoming a little clear, back in my days as patrol I often had to shake some info out of some of the girls that worked this street but something is different this time. These girls are all in chains, a few seem to be tortured and some of them being fucked right there in the middle of the street. They all seem so unhappy but there is one of them who isnt in chains. She has a fresh face it doesnt look like she has seen the down side of prostitution there is a light around her I cant explain it she is standing out of all that is dark... then I see it the same shadow from the alley, this time the shadows come of to reveal the face of a woman she seems to have lavish taste dressed in very elegant clothing she is beautiful but something dark about her. I think she noticed me and sends shadows after me I turn to run and turn the corner after that I would pressume that I am up but rather than being in the hospital I am once again by my own hospital bed with note by my bed.

The note is on a dulled yellow sheet it says, "Dreams can be windows of things that may become and of what are. If you look carefully the dream will let you know what you must do and tell you who you are. Listen with your subcouncious mind, be careful where your subcouncious body treads the mind of others can be deadly." Not sure of what I just read, or what its telling me that was a curious dream and if I got anything out of that little tid bit, its telling me I should check out the darker streets of prostitution. Finally coming a bit to terms that I can't be seen while I am out of body this doesnt make traveling in a hospital gown so bad, It also helps to know that maybe James is still alive out there. Its a while away from the hosptial so I should be prepared for quite a walk and be prepared for anything really.

I work my way out of the room through the halls of the hospital, traveling down these halls and looking in on some of the rooms from this perspective is something different. seeing the souls of those that have died leave the body they once were bound to is just weird. Growing up I never really believed in any of this soul stuff, I always thought once you are dead its over nothing but black it doesnt come to you that you have just died because you are no longer around to think, There was one point in my life where I believed that there was a God and heaven but with so many things wrong in the world it can make a man lose his faith. Finally working my way out of the hospital the city wasnt too different, alot of nameless faces walking around with no expression or no feeling, showing no remorse for his fellow man. Oh well, on the plus side atleast I dont have to put up with people talking shit after I acciedently bump into them. The city just seems to turn everyone into shell of the person they once were it seems to become a prison for those that are at the bottom trying to work  their way up just to be smacked back down. The city treats those that are not living the life of luxury as a stepping stool for the rich.

I am still having trouble grasping the fact of what is going on, I am going to head to a cespool of prostitution and drugs only to what stare? just when I have that thought someone calls my attention, just when I think i have this all solved someone can see me and not only that hear me? Walking over to the alley where my attention was drawn to I find a small table and a woman with a small booth. She Introduces herself as Madam Linda, she is quite a character she has to be over 90 years old, she has her hair up in a tight bun, she wore a big purple robe that could have been taken of a pimp, her hands were thin and coated with liver spots, her nose took up about half her face and she wore enough make up to paint 2 street girls. So I wasn't too sure if she could see me or she was just crazy, I asked her "Can you see me?"... there was no response up until she hit my head with a stick, I let out a yell "WHAT THE FUCK?!" she said "if you address Madam Linda probarly my name is not "you" it is Madam Linda.". Well now that it is confirmed she can see me I just needed to know why she called me over and why can she see me, "Madam Linda, how can Madam Linda see me and why did Madma Linda call me over?" She was quick to respond "That is much better, I called you over cause you are different. You are going to embark on a long journey alot of good or alot of evil may come from what you choose to do, Whichever path you choose to take is up to you it does not concern Madam Linda. But Madam Linda feels like she will help you if you help Madam Linda, Madam Linda has been here for many years and whats to be around for many more. Bring Madam Linda the souls of the living and Madam Linda will help you with your journey, remember the souls of those that are healthy although are worth much more to Madam Linda they are hard to take. Those who belong to others that will soon see the man in a suit are much easier to steal. Take this coin and collect souls for Madam Linda. Remember this Journey is a long one but you must keep in mind to visit those that still care for you, Madam Linda sees there is a form of a broken mother, a student, and a few others at the moment hazed in shadows which in time Madam Linda will be sure to see, hold the items of those you hold dear close to your heart and you will be closer to them in mind. For now Madam Linda has no more to say so leave Madam Linda be."Still confused I say to her "I have more..." before I can finished I am thrust from the alley, once I am able to run back in I find there is nothing but an empty alley...

This whole thing has grown very confusing for me, maybe if I just continue to the red light district I will find some answers. After a few more blocks I am standing just outside the block where 20 bucks will get you everything and maybe a few other suprises. It all seemed normal business as usual girls that have nothing else to turn to, to feed their addiciton or their children. Some seemed to young to be doing this but just by the look in there eyes you can tell that one of them has seen more in her short life than I have seen in my whole existence. Taking one step in the long block everything changes around me like it did before in the alley once again everything has inverted colors girls are being held by chains while others are being forced to have sex on the streets this time you only see faces and chains everything else is trapped in a shadow and there in the same light stood the girl from my dreams. The only thing that doesnt seem tainted by shadow. I am drawn to the light that is surrounding her before I can realize I am standing right in front of her gazing into her eyes. I feel a sense of warmth and find myself standing in a lush field and there she is in a summer dress with flowers in her hair. She turns to look at me and ask what am I doing here, she tells me she often escapes her to ignore the trouble of the world, "I spend alot of my time here especially when they started forcing me to work." Just then tears run down her face and not sure what to say all i can do is embrace her... Pretty soon there is nothing in my arms and the field is fading and I find myself once again on the side of the street. I find myself feeling a bit dizzy I trip over and find myself staring at a reflection in a puddle, not sure what I am looking at it hits me I am in the body of the gir. Just then a series of flashbacks occur, I see images of a dead mother and father, the sadness and despair I feel so alone trying to find affection. I see me spending my days in dark allies looking for food in dumpster begging for money just trying to fill my stomach. Its been days since I have eatin anything I feel as if I am going to pass out. When a beautiful woman offers me help she is like an angel, she invites me in her house give me food, gives me close gives me everything the other girl had. Then one day I remember finding her crying she is telling me she has no money that men have shown up at her door and taken everything from her closets everything from my closets. All I have left is a white dress and close from when I was alot younger. I asked her if there was anything I could do, her reply was to help her with business. If I had only knew what I was getting myself into, if only I saw then what I do now maybe things would be different. But here I am working on the cold street corner offering my body for the woman I love. I wish things were different and I wasnt all just part of this game. I realized to late it was all a set up, the men worked for her, the other girls they were all given the same... a few have tried to run some turned up dead on the middle of the street with their legs ripped of as a clear sign if we run the same fate is in store for us. Even though the threats are reason enough to stay I will do anything for my "mother" she gave me so much and I am in debt to her, I owe her my life she gave me so much so I cant be selfish...

Things are going dark before I know it there I am staring at a puddle with the face of a young girl in it, realizing she is trapped and seeing that there is no way out of what she is in. I bring myself to stand trying to get a feel for the heels I am wearing, trying to stop the small skirt I am wearing from riding up. I can feel on her own the girl doesnt have the power to remove herself from the slavery she has been put in, I can see the chains of oppression around the neck of the other girls all leading to the same woman. As where this poor girl sees a saint I see a false Idol someone that hides behind a gentle hand to serve these young girls the poison that will end their lives. I am not sure what I can do I care what happens to this girl, If i run Ill save her but she will live the rest of her life looking over her shoulder and I dont even know If I would be able to leave her body after I get her away from here, and what about the others will I leave them behind what makes them more sutible to suffer the fate as this girl. I need to see if there is a way I can stop this things werent always this way things have never been this bad. Maybe things can go back the the way they were.

I need to think this decision through my actions arent my own, I have no idea what may happen If she dies do I die with her. I decided maybe there was something I could do if I just got close to that woman. If I got to know where it went wrong and try to fix it. Passing by all the girls most of them seem to have the same look of sorrow on their face they call me Angelina, some of them look to me for comfort and find warmth in my smile, they say I am the angel of the street. To be careful with the questions I ask, why we are doing this why we are  forced to be objects of lust forced to have sex? they say those kind of questions can get me killed just to keep my mouth shut and try hard so it doesnt get to you. So after being silenced and seen that I would have to go it alone I work my ways through the alleys trying to get to the house this all started. It isnt an easy walk when I get stopped by a mugger I can see the cash I had on me wasn't enough he has me pushed against the wall. I am trying to scream for help but he has closed of my mouth he begins to lick the side of my neck. Slowly working his hand up my skirt. He laughs at the fact I have no panties on calling me a slut telling me I am begging for it. The only thing i can think of is to role with it, I start licking the hand he has over my mouth and wink slowly working my hand towards his crotch as I work my other hand towards my razor. I had to make sure he didnt expect anything so I lift my skirt to hopefully divert his attention the second his eyes were on my pussy and off my hand I slit his throat. The blood is spraying all over Its falling on me as if it were rain. It showers the wall, and i find myself covered in blood. After the blood stops something comes from his shadow, some kind of creature runs of into the shadows of the city. Looking at the mans body it doesnt look like he just lost his life his skin has turned grey, decomp already setting in the blood that was all over the walls are gone, there is no blood on me it looks like the struggle never took place. Well if it did it happened weeks ago cause this guy has been dead for more than just a few minutes. I can only question what the hell just happened? and what the fuck was that creature? Well I can only wonder so much before I realize I got unfinished business and I got to help this girl. Working my way to the house I stick to the shadows, away from the site of the henchmen standing guard slowly working my way to the door to only find it locked. I figure that I would have to find the key and one of these guys would have it.

Hiding in the shadows watching who everyone reports to simple knowledge says the leader has the key so all I got to do is get close and stick to the shadows find a way to get the key and then get in after a couple hours I see their routine and how long for each to do their rounds. I wait for the right time to take out the boss not too close to when all people report and not to close to the time of when they will make their rounds. I work my way to the head security and try to seduce him I know these types can never pass up pussy especially when it looks this good I figure Ill do the same to him that I did to the would be mugger. So I show up slowly lifting my skirt giving him a little dance and a little peak the guy isnt sure how I got there but I can see he doesnt care. Before I know it he has me spread on top of the desk I can see the key in his pockets. I tell him not to fast try to savor the moments... reaching for my razor and getting close enough to kiss him I whisper in his ears... unfortunatley they are your last... with that said I run the razor across his neck I can feel the blade slicing through the flesh and I can feel the blood running down my fingers. This time it was different just blood no monster no nothing... I know I planned on killing a man but it still gets to you just to see them lying there.

Now I have the key and a few minutes to get into the house. I dont know what I will do once I am faced with the woman I dont know what to expect. Going through the front door everything is dark I take a look around and I cant see anything i can see my 2 hands in front of me but its not what I expected, once again I find myself in my hospital gown, standing in a hallway decorated with woman behind glass with the figures of mean trying to reach through the glass some cases are shaddered and the girls are in the hallway being grabbed from every direction being forced by these monsters to have sex. After walking down the hallway for what seems to be an eternity I come to a door, after opening the door I find myself cofronted with the face of innocents and guilt, purity and tarnish, Its the woman I can see that she has a different side but It has no control. I can see the shadows that are in the hallway are being cast by her. She floats above the grown with wings of beauty and wings of decite. She introduces herself as the incarnate of lust. With that said she cast her shadow upon me I can feel the creatures clawing at my skin their nails digging in. I rush towards her only to be thrown into the corner. I hit the wall so hard I almost pass out from the force, while I am down I can feel her shadow slowly consuming me, When a light from my body fights back the shadows. Not sure what is going on I hear the voice of Angelina, she says this isnt her "mother", "Mom" has been dead for a while this monster is a liar I can see now. I feel a surge of warmth and comfort come from with in and Angelina speaks to me, Please help me free my mother. Just then a blade of light shoots from my hands fighting off the shadows slowly working my way towards the beast. I pause for a second and stare into the eyes of purity and realize that she has to be set free, Angelina wants it to be that way. Slicing through the shadows and vails of decite I destroy the incarnate of Lust to find a woman. The sword leaves my hand and I find Angelina standing In front of me her and the woman smile at each other then disappear the shadow is gone and the darkness is no more. I find myself in a room with Angelina's body at my feet side by side with the woman she knew as her mother.

I work my way out of the house back to find things looking a little brighter, I see the sun is coming up I work my way toward the same street to find get a final look If I was able to change anything to find the once prostitute lined street now empty there are still a few prostitutes that are left behind but this time its different all though the look of sorrow still is there the chains that once held them to this place is gone. Sometimes when you set something free they have been chained for so long they know nothing else. My heart bleeds for those that have no other way of getting by all though they are free from the beast society still keeps them chained. Sometimes the city can be cruel often passing judement on people that got no other choice. In my line of work you see that often arresting the kid that steals for his family or the mom that sells her body to put food on the table.