The full moon shone down on the necklace, a locket to be more specific, a picture of a young lady inside one half, a blank space in the other. The locket fell to the mud and instantly covered.

The hand that was moments before holding the locket was now by the side of the body, searching for something in the pocket, it was past midnight so it was no use trying to look for it, touch was only way. The hand brought out a pair of brass knuckles, a crude pair made of old spanners. “Nup,” the voice whispered to itself, “No goin soft tonight.” A pair of determined eyes gazed up from the knuckles, towards a car, sitting by itself at the end of the dirt road.

The shadowy figure raised out of the long grass, silently moving towards the car, no rocks kicked, no crunches made. The figure halted, meters away from the car. ‘Should I do this?’ his mind yelled, a wave of adrenalin washed through his body, he resumed walking.

The car wasn’t hers, it was his, old model white Toyota, not many looked this bad in town. The car was slightly rocking from side to side, it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. He passed by the side and peered through the passenger’s side window, it was left open. “Hello there.” He said coldly.

“Luc', what are you doing here?!” a stunned female voice yelled. In the front seat with a bloke, was not Kym, The woman in the locket and the person who had broken his heart, but a mutual aquatintce, Anne.
“What the fuck do you want?” a male voice came from the other side of the car, pulling his pants up from around his ankles,
“Fuck up cunt, I didn’t ask you shit.” Luc' replied, sharp as a tack. He looked around the car, but couldn’t find any sign of Kym, he glared at the guy in the drivers seat, “You’re the cunt who stole Kym eh?” he looked back and said;
“I didn’t steal her, she came to me.” “Bullshit.” Luc' shot back, “I fucking know what you did,” There was no reply, “…spreading shit you lousy fucker.”
“Um, Luc', could you go away, we’re busy here…” Anne butted in. Luc' shook his head, turned, paused, then walked. From inside the car a voice came; “Is he gone yet?” it wasn’t Anne’s, it wasn’t the wanker in the drivers seat.

It was Kym.