The night was young, and so was the teenage girl who walked out of the fast food restaurant. Her shift had finished and she was eager to get home before eight. Caution and security was in her family's top priority, so when she was old enough she was given a Taser for protection. After all the dark streets of a city was is not a friendly place for a teenage girl like her.

"Stay safe Marie," her coworker and best friend called out to her "God knows what filth are on these streets."

"You stay safe Christine I know how to take care of my self," she replied smugly. "Anyway I'll see you at school tomorrow."

upon leaving the restaurant she checked her messenger bag to see if she had left anything behind. Her cellphone, her wallet, her Taser, her books, everything seemed in order. As she left the sanctuary of the restaurants well illuminated perimeter she put on the hood of her pink jacket. She had enough street smarts to know that if she looked like a mugger no one would go near her, and it worked up to a point.

The streets were empty and the only sound was the constant buzzing from the street lights over head. They didn't seem to be doing a very good job of illuminating the streets. Enormous dark shadows dominated the area. Marie tucked her hands deeper into her pockets, the weather was getting colder every day as summer changed to autumn.

Her fair skin seemed more radiant under the orange hue of the street lamp and her blond hair glistened as it flowed back from the chilly breeze. She squinted her brown eyes through the cold wind. Her physique was on the healthy side, she use to do taekwondo but quite and she jogs every morning as a means of exercise.

She began to feel uneasy, as if malicious eyes were watched over her. She turned around to see if someone was following her. Sure enough a dark figure was standing in the shadows. The details of said figure were unclear but the silhouette dictated that he was a man about six foot six, wearing what seemed like a trench coat and in his right hand could be seen the outline of a knife.

Feeling threatened Marie ran down the street, while doing so she rummaged through her messenger bag looking for the Taser. Without looking she collided with a large man in front of her. She let out a yelp but calmed down when the man appeared to be a friendly in nature.

"Whoa! Whats wrong little miss you look like you've seen a ghost?" the man said with a friendly smile on his face. Upon collision the man held on to her wrists.

"Oh thank God!" Marie said desperately feeling more protected now. "I think someone is following me he was holding a knife."

"Its alright little miss everything is going to be alright." the man said smirking. There were three men, the one from earlier, a smaller crazier looking man with a tattoo going up his neck and the man in front of Marie. They wielding various improvised weapons like lead pipe, switchblade and butterfly knife shining in what little light there was. It was an intimidating sight and she was frozen with fear. But her fear turned to survival and she forced herself to think of a plan.

In quick succession she kneed the man in front of her in his delicate region. As he released her and bent over in pain, she pressed her Taser against his shoulder and zapped him with a thousand volts of electricity. He collapsed on the ground, cringing and grunting unable to control the muscle spasm. She tried to make a run for it but was soon recaptured by another gang member. This time the man from before, clad in a trench coat and a hoodie, grabbed her by her armed hand rendering her Taser useless. As she realizes her fears she dropped her Taser. A tear streams down her eye as the rest of the men gather around her.

"We don't appreciate what you did to our friend," he growled at her. His face was so close to her's that she could smell his breath. "Now we gonna show you what we do to little girls we don't appreciate." she let out a small squeak as he pressed his knife to her throat.

"No! Please don't! I'll give you anything you want! Anything!" Marie pleaded for her life, tears ran down her cheeks.

"Of course you will," sneered a smaller man next to her captor. She screamed and kicked as they dragged her helplessly to a nearby alley. The alley itself was as illuminated as the streets in some areas, but a great shadow of the adjacent buildings covered almost the whole area.

As things seemed to slow down, many things went through her mind. One of which was that she regretted not taking those self defense classes seriously. With great force they threw her against a pile of garbage bags which broke her fall. She looked on in horror as two of the men lunged at her and held her down. The man she ran into earlier was now standing in front of her. Though his face was covered by the shadow she identified him through his clothes and his voice.

"Your gonna regret tasing me bitch!" he growled viciously. He then unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, as Marie has feared they are going to rape her then most likely kill her.

Before he even gets to fully unzips his pants they all look in alarm at the entrance of the alley. Someone is coming. To their relief they see that it is only a teenager, male by the looks of it, standing at five feet. He appeared to have a hoodie with the hood over his head, what was most unusual was the two rod like things protruding from his shoulders.

"HELP! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME!!!" Marie wailed in agony.

"Shut up bitch!" the trench coat shouts gagging her with a piece of dirty cloth from the ground. "Get out of here you little shit this ain't a porno!"

the kid just stood there for a few seconds then casually walked away. As he disappeared around the corner of the building his footsteps change from a walk to a run. Letting it pass the gang members returned to their business. Through the rag the Marie screamed and cried. But it was hopeless. She just shut her eyes and prayed that it wouldn't hurt so bad.

"Take that slut's cloths off!" her rapist said with a syntactically happy voice.

The two men holding her arms down ravaged her jacket and wooed at the sight of her bosom bulging through her shirt. Just as they were about to tear open her shirt they stopped cold. Fighting the urge to know what was going on Marie kept her eyes shut, but when curiosity got the better of her she saw a grisly sight, forever burned into her memories.

She stared wide eyed at the man in front of her or what was left of him. His white shirt was now divided by a heavy flow of blood down his torso. As his limp body knelt lifelessly before it collapsed onto its side. In the dim light they all saw that his head was sliced clean of. Muscle and tissue bulged through the opening where his head once sat and blood sprayed out like a burst pipe.

"Holy shit man that didn't just happen!" the smaller man, the one holding her left arm shot up and staggered back against the wall. "That's some messed up shit man! That's messed up!"

"Alright whose there!? Show yourself!" the man to her left, the trench coat, stood up wielding a butterfly knife. He seemed threatening yet at the same time frightened. Through the shadow they saw the glare of two lenses looking menacing in the dark. Marie didn't know whether to be thankful or frightened as if it were the devil himself. One step forward relieved him fully in the light. Unexpected and unreal but nevertheless he was there.

Clad in a dark blue hoodie, gray cargo pants with duct tape on the right leg, fingerless gloves on each hand and a dark green backpack. It was the same teenager in the entrance of the alleyway. The thing that frightened all of them was the way he looked. The gas mask on his face made him look more intimidating than he already did, and the ninjatos he carried in both hands didn't help.

"What the fuck!" the trench coat growled after a long silence. "who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Yo man don't piss him of you saw what he did to DJ!" the smaller man said frightened as hell.

Realizing that their friend had just been killed, the trench coat lunged at him with the butterfly knife and a demonic roar. Marie covered her eyes, she didn't want to see someone get killed again. She could have ran at this point but she was still traumatized and frozen with fear. The sound of a metallic blade going through flesh never came, so when she opened her eyes what she saw both amazed her and frightened her even more.

The trench coat was slumped over the teenager. A blood stained straight blade, about sixty centimeters in length, protruded from his back. How it didn't make a sound was an unknown. The trench coat coughed up blood and in one quick move the teenage sliced the ninjato out of the man's body with a spray of blood that covered the other smaller man. The trench coat fell lifeless on the ground.

Whimpering the smaller man took off the opposite direction into the darkness. The teenager looked at him and took pursuit of the man. Regaining her composure Marie stood up, spat out the piece of cloth and looked on into the darkness. In the darkness the man's voice could be heard yelping and begging for mercy before the sound of a heavy kick to the chest sent him flying back into the light, right in front of Marie. His face was covered in cuts and bruises and parts of his cloths were torn and cut.

He crawled in a pathetic plea for survival, crying his eyes out, stumbling over the bodies of his fallen comrades. Out of the darkness the teenager walked slowly over to the man, tightly gripping his ninjatos both were now stained in blood. He loomed over the man stomping on his foot to stop him from crawling any further.

"Please! Don't kill me!" the man begged. "have mercy!" he raised his bleeding arm in defense.

"Oh I don't think so," the teenager said in a low threatening voice, it was the first time he spoke that night. He twirled both ninjatos, blades now pointing at the man's face. Before the man could scream the teenager rammed the swords into the man's eye sockets, killing him instantly. Blood pooled in the corpse's eyes and dripped down the sides like tears of blood. A few seconds after he killed the man, the teenager removed the blades from the cadaver and turned to look at Marie. Feeling threatened again she grabbed the trench coat's butterfly knife on the ground and pointed it at him.

"Don't come any closer!" she said to him in a shaky voice. "I mean it!" they stood there for a moment looking at one another.

"Go home," he said cleaning his swords and sheathing them on on his backpack. "Call the cops, I don't give a damn."

as quickly as he came he took off running down the alley and into the streets. Marie feeling he didn't show the proper gratitude decided to go after him to apologize. But when she got out to the streets he was gone, nowhere to be seen. What she didn't know was that he was still in the area. High up on the roof top of one of the buildings the teenage boy sat motionless on the precipice like a gargoyle watching over the street, he had his eyes fixed on her.

He removed his gas mask to see her more easily. His gas mask was more for hiding his identity than to easy breathing, it did serve its purpose when he graffitied as he did sometimes His jet black hair waved in the night time breeze. The sound of police car sirens in the distance pulls him out of his thoughts. He pulled his gas mask back over his face and left the scene jumping from one roof top to another. He was late, so made haste to his destination.

Marie heard the police sirens to and in her panic decided to flee the scene. She found her messenger bag and Taser on the ground and ran home as fast as she could. Thoughts flooded her head and sometimes distracted her. The moment she entered her house she slammed the door behind her locking it shut.

"Marie? Honey is that you? Honey your late what happened?" a motherly voice rang out from the kitchen. A woman wearing an apron stepped out of the kitchen and was shocked to see Marie. "Oh my God Marie what happened to you!? George come down here!"

"What's wrong? Marie your covered in blood. What happened!? Are you hurt?!" her father said coming down stairs. He was still in his office attire. In her thought Marie had forgotten that she to was sprayed with the gang members blood.

"Mom, dad I'm fine. One of my friends cut himself in the restaurant as I was about to leave. Really I'm fine," she lied. She didn't want them to worry. "I'll be in my room."

Before her parents could ask her more, she ran up to her room and locks the door. She sat on her bed contemplated on what had happened. The teen looked to be about her age almost familiar but, she who would be homicidal enough to do what that boy did? Who could he possibly be? She didn't know how soon they would meet again.

A/N: tell me if you like the story line I would like to continue if you would