Her blood red eyes scanned the sky above her. The stars twinkled and flashed as if they knew what was about to happen but no one knew and no one cared.
Ghostly white fingers wrapped around the handle of a knife as she pulled it out of her black hoodie. Bringing the weapon down beside her she stepped up onto the ledge and looked down at the busy streets below.
The wind whipped her hair around and blew against her face. It was almost as if it was trying to stop her. Almost. Her hands were steady when she brought the knife up to her neck.
It was the shouting that stopped her, 'Get off me!' repeated over and over again.
The ebony haired girl closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "Curiosity killed the cat." And so she found herself trudging towards the fire escape, in hope of just that.
Below her there was a young woman, in around her twenties, being pushed against the wall of the opposite building by two middle aged men. One of which was wearing a light brown beanie on top of his scruffy charcoal hair, laughing at his brunette friend.
"Get off me!" The captive shrieked once more, flailing her arms about.
"Why don't we have a bit of fun eh?" The taller man said gruffly when the woman gave up of trying to break free and settled for small sobs.
The thought of what they were going to do sickened her. Ironic, right? She quietly headed down the rest of the stairs and when she got to the bottom, just for good measure, she tugged her hood up and over her head to make sure her face was hidden.
"P-Please..just leave me alone." As marceline slowly moved closer she could just make out that the woman had blonde hair and looked as though she had just come back from a girls night out. Or tried anyway.
"And why would we do that?" Turning the knife around in her hand she scanned the scene once more. This time searching for something that the two men could use as a weapon against her. Finding nothing she slipped the knife back into her pocket and cracked her neck.
"Leave her alone." She demanded, a little too weakly for her liking.
The men turned around and walked closer to her, leaving the blonde to fall limply onto the ground.
"Or what little missy?"
"I said leave her alone." it still wasn't the harsh tone she was looking for but it would do.
"Fred, get her." The young girl stiffened at the words and tried oh so hard to swallow the lump in her throat.
"Fred, don't." 'Fred' or the guy in the beanie began chuckling as his large beefy hands reached inside his jacket and pulled out a sharp knife, like the one she had.
Pulling out her own weapon she took a step back, earning another dry laugh from the un named man.
"look who came prepared." Fred said in a mocking tone, walking closer towards her.
Noticing that Fred walked with a small limp she took the chance to strike. Trying not to use the knife, at all, she brought her fist round and hit him square in the jaw.
If he wasn't pissed already that his night was going well for him that really did the trick as he growled in anger and swung at her with his own knife.
Suddenly, she felt heat pour onto her cheek. Hesitantly she brought her trembling fingers up to the area and pressed against it. She was bleeding.
"You shouldn't have come here kiddo." He growled, fingers tightening and un-tightening on the handle.
"Yeah? well neither should you." She responded as she too whipped across the cold night air with her knife.
It cut him just next to his eye but it was enough to make him stagger backwards in pain. Her boot clad foot crashed down into his side sending him down onto the floor and knocked him out.
The next thing she knew there were sirens and the sound of police shouting at the two men.
Apparently, while she was kicking ass the blonde woman had kicked the other man in his groin and phoned the police. Props to her.
"W-who are you?" she trembled, looking back down the alley as police men began running towards them.
"No one." And without a second thought she ran down the alley. But she wasn't no one. She was Marceline Abadeer.
