"This is by far my dumbest idea. Ever." I thought as I walked through the darkly lit ally.
I had to admit, I was new the New York area. I was born in Boston Mass. I never agreed to move here with my brother, but his job required it. Both my parents had died in an automobile accident when I was ten. My brother had gotten to raise me.
I gripped my can of pepper spray in my hoodie pocket. I had heard horror stories about the guys who hung out in the allies. The sound of a can skidding across the ground made me whip around. Two guys were coming out of the shadows. I looked around for an escape route, But the way I had been heading was blocked by two other guys. I knew their type, they were thugs. I growled and watched as they came closer.
"Hi, don't you know it's not safe for a young woman to be out alone?" The first thug said
"Shove off." I growled my accent thick
"Look it boss, She's from Boston. She's not from around here." The second said
"I see that, How about me and my boys help you find your way, after we teach you a lesson." The first said
One of the men launched himself at me. All my years of self defense classes came crashing back to me. I flipped the man over my shoulder, he hit the ground with a sickening thud. Another came after me, I dodged his fist and kneed him in the groin. I then landed a solid hit on his temple, knocking him out cold. The last two looked at me unsure. I watched as one pulled out a gun, the other a knife. I looked between the two of them. If they both came after me I was screwed. I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out my pepper spray.
"Leave me alone, this is you last warning." I snarled
"Why? What are you going to do if we come after?" The first said causing me to smile.
"You'll be blind. This pepper spray is used mostly on bears and other predators when hiking in Maine." I said waving the can around
"She's bluffin' boss." The second said eying my can nerviously
"Are you sure? I could easily spray you from here. I'm just giving you a chance to run." I said
The both came after me; I pushed the button on the top. Nothing happened. I cursed loudly and turned to run. I was cut off by a shadow. I back peddled and ran into the thugs. I looked up remembering New York had fire escapes. I turned around and ran full speed at the shadow. I used the shadow as my own personal spring board. I barely caught the bottom rung of the ladder. I pulled myself up and ran up the stairs. I made it to the roof top and ran home. I had to admit, it felt good to fight again. I entered me and my brother's apartment through the window.
"Damn Alex don't you ever knock?" My brother asked pulling away from his girlfriend clearly shocked I had entered via the window
"Sorry…I … was…being …chased." I panted flopping onto the window sill
"By who," My brother demanded
"They looked like Anarchy. I think the New York version." I replied
"Stay away from them Alex." My brother said
"I'll try. I was walking home when they came after me. My pepper spray didn't work." I said angrily
"About that, I used it." My brother's girlfriend piped up
"And you didn't tell me why?" I growled my anger igniting
"Well I didn't think you'd have to use it." She said with an attitude
"You're joking right?" I demanded getting to my feet
"No." She said
"I'm going to bed." I snarled
I went to my bed room. I froze when I saw that my window was open. I swallowed hard and looked around. I grabbed my broad sword off of the wall and glanced around. I went closer to the window.
"You hurt my little brother, so you and I are going to have a nice talk." A low voice said behind me