WestEnd reminded Alli of Gothom City. All cobblestones, shadows and distortions. She passed the houses as she walked home from work, looking at each one. There were brownstones, and ranches with picket fences; there were shanty shakes and mansions. Her favorite was an old beaten up house with gargoyles on its roof.

The clicks on the cobblestone from high heels brought back images of Jack the Ripper. How he must have stalked his prey in the night. How those clicks on the stone must have gotten faster and faster like her heartbeat as she ran from him. Stumbled. Fell. How silent they would have been once she was down; the knife in her gut.

These were the thoughts Alli Katz was having when she passed the man. He was too far in the shadows to make out. To far in to understand just what he was doing. But curled over that woman....with his hands on a knife....her own personal Jack the Ripper.

A car passed; it splashed light on the scene, a flash of red and silver. Alii stopped walking. Nervous hands pulled at the too short tank of her barmaid outfit. "You shouldn't do that." Her voice had a mind of its own. Talking to that man! She should have known better....should have run for her life. Little manicured fists were balled at her side. Breathing had slowed, lips per pursed to almost painful.

He turned to look at her, pox marked face almost glowing in the pale moonlight. She was already dead, Alli could see that....but the man....He reached his knife hand forward, taking a slow step towards her. Only able to shake her head, Alli took a step back. The flicker began. An in and out of matter, fluttering like a bad television, the reception a little off. Then she could step forward.

His eyes widened. He was scared. The flickering girl was bearing down and he was unsure what was wrong with her. A trick of the light' A force field" A magical energy charge" He didn't seem to have much choice as she came towards him, hands held in a fighting stance, so he took a stab with the knife. Nothing. Nothing happened. It passed right through. This terrified him and he kept stabbing and stabbing and stabbing to no avail.

Alli laughed, giggles in the night air, echoing off buildings, growing. It was innocent, relieved, but after bouncing around....it became menacing. He would swing, she would duck, or walk through him, or phase. It really was quite simple. She let this go on for ten..maybe fifteen minutes before finally becoming solid and delivering a kick to his head. He was already tired, confused and angry. The kick knocked him back, his body landing with a faint squish onto the cut up woman.

Alli took up his knife, holding it in her hands before peering down at him. Another frown as she looked. What had she done? It seemed in that moment, vindicating that girl, everything she did being in self defense....She ran over to a gaurd ringing station, ringing the bell to call a Gaurd. It rang out in the night. Once, twice, three times. There...

Just as she was about to run away she looked down at her hand. The knife. A frown as she pondered. He should know....who she was, what she was doing. He should always remember that poor girl. Bending at the waist, red hair falling over her eyes, she cut open his shirt. Then, with a few adept moves of the knife she carved something into his chest.

An AC in a circle.

AlleyCat was born.