You just fucked with the wrong 13 year old girl, mister. [Shade]

Winter. It was almost fitting, the frost on the pavement giving sound to each step as the boots gave audible cracks with each step. The sound reminded her of chewing. She found herself making her way into an alleyway to throw away some trash she had come across on the ground. It had only been a few plastic bags but she had a habit of cleaning messes that weren't really hers. It was a habit, even in her house with Jen. The sound of crunching stopped as she lifted the lid to the large trash bin and tossed the scraps of plastic in. Almost immediately a chorus of crunching approached and she turned to see a few people enter the mouth of the alleyway.

"Excuse me," She said as she started to make her way past them. One of them caught her eyes and they locked for a second before he grinned and she felt a hand grip into her shoulder. "Please remove your hand, I don't like to be touched without permission."

"It's dangerous for a little girl to go out by yourself like this. Especially if you happen to be carrying a purse like that. Brings attention, why don't you let us hold onto it for safe keeping?"

She looked down to the hand, realizing that he had obviously been deaf or was ignoring her on purpose. She debated her scythe but reaching into her purse would likely be met with hostility and if she could avoid that she would at all costs. "I'm perfectly capable of defending myself thank you very much. Now, the hand?" She locked eyes again, raising her head so that the light caught her orange hues.

"It's a fuckin' freak! I've dealt with your kind before, no big deal. Give us the purse sweetheart," the man pulled out a switchblade, the knife extending into view as she grinned. The other two began to laugh a bit. The one grabbing her was big, muscly. The other two were wiry in comparison. One had an athletic build but did not have quite the definition of the one who was grabbing her shoulder. She could tell that she had two immediate concerns. The knife and the hand on her shoulder. Which one was more pressing was hard to determine but conveniently both belonged to the same person.

She felt energy course through her body as her elbow swung and jabbed the guy in the solar plexus. His hand let go immediately as he was thrown back into a wall, his hands holding his abdomen as he gasped for breath. "The fuck!" He breathed out with strained effort as the other two had looks of horror on their face.

"The next time you lay a hand on me, you'll lose it."