I stared at the Humming Birds, it was Friday night and right on schedule they popped out of the dark club and trotted on the noisey streets of Lamia. I stayed close, but their ignorance kept them from noticing me. Their shiny heels clicked against the concrete and they swayed their hips in their tight multicolored party dresses. I narrowed my eyes at their stupidity. Sick freaks walked these streets just waiting to pluck these delicate flowers up from the ground. A few men began walking towards them, I'd been keeping a watch on these men for a week now. I knew their routine. I knew the end of it too. I plucked my switchblade from my belt and smiled. "Another successful kill" I thought.