How's it going bros and bras? My name...is VioletDemon! If any of you have noticed, I deleted the previous Violet Death story. Why you may be asking? Because I felt it was going too slow and the characters weren't interesting enough. So, I deleted it and posted the new version of Violet Death. Oh yeah and another thing; I won't be able to update for awhile. I'm probably lucky enough to post a chapter or two during the weekends due to getting in trouble. I should stop rambling and just get on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Durarara cast. I only own my OC.

'Guess today is the day that I die…'

I thought as I was trapped in a dirty alleyway by a group of gang members. Each of them carried a weapon of some sort, some for close combat and others for long range. Either way, they all had scowls on their ugly faces and had looks that could kill.

I stared at the situation in front of me with no interest. 'How did I get into this mess again?'

Three Hours Ago

I walked through the city called Ikebukuro, my red and black messenger bag slung over my shoulder. I held a purple umbrella over my head as rain poured down from the grey sky. People of all different sizes and personalities rushed past me, muttering quick apologies as they continued on.

'Humans are such delicate creatures. It will be great to see them break.'

I rubbed my temples in frustration. These thoughts have been coming back to me ever since I've stepped off the train. I sighed. 'Just keep your thoughts to yourself Violet. Nothing to worry about…and I'm talking to myself again aren't I?'

"Is everything alright, Violet?"

I jumped at the voice and soon regained my posture. Chris Black, my older brother, has been so quiet; I forgot that he was even there. He was a young man in his early twenties, with medium brown skin and narrow hazel eyes. He was very tall, about 6'5, and was very fit and athletic, having nice biceps (I'm not checking out my brother, so don't even say anything you perverts!) He wore a light long sleeved grey shirt and blue baggy pants, which were soaked due to not having an umbrella.

I gave a small smile and waved off his concern. "I'm fine, just a little headache. That's all; nothing to worry about."

Even though he wasn't convinced, he nodded his head and we continued our pursuit into Ikebukuro. I stopped when I heard a scream echo in the sky. The shriek grew louder and I looked up to see a man souring through the air. He landed about some feet behind us and groaned in pain.

"What the hell?!" Chris shouted as he rushed to the man's aid.

I narrowed my violet eyes and moved forward. The dude that just fell practically wore all red clothing.

I sneered. 'So this is what a color gang member looks like. Good thing that I looked it up on my laptop during the train ride…'

Turning my attention elsewhere, I turned and looked back ahead. A massive crowd seemed to have gathered around and more gang members were sent flying. I sprinted towards the mass and pushed my way through the front, ignoring the shouts of 'Hey!' and 'Watch it bitch!'

"Violet, get back here! What the hell…Violet!"

I ignored him and made my way to the front. It was then that I allowed myself to lose my composure.

A tall guy (probably about six feet) about my age stood in the center, punching and kicking every guy that went after him. His bleached blonde hair shined in the sunlight as his mocha brown eyes were consumed with rage. The aura around him practically screamed, 'I'm pissed!' He wore a light long sleeved black T-shirt, blue jeans, and brown shoes. But only one thing stood out from all of that.

The dude had superhuman strength.

"Motherfucker, you're going to pay for that!" shouted a gang member as he picked himself up from the ground and running back to the fight.

Nobody seemed to notice, but it was obvious to me that the fake blonde was getting tired. Sweat poured down from his forehead and his actions slowly decreased by every minute. If somebody didn't step up soon, this guy may lose. But as I looked around, the citizens stood a good distance away from them, amazed and scared of the boy's strength.

'Humans and their stupidity. This is just another reason to hurt these stupid, insignificant, little-'

'Shut up,' I thought, interrupting her rant. 'This is seriously not the time.'

With my mind made up, I rushed forward and stood in front of the blonde. He stared at me with disbelief and the gang members lowered their weapons.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy, chick?!"

I gave him a skeptical look and one of the gang members, the leader I presume, stepped up. "What are you standing around for?! She's just a girl! She's no problem to us!'

I scowled. 'This motherfucker has no idea who the fuck he's talking to.'

One guy ran towards me and swung. I ducked in time and when he parted his legs, I slid under. Another guy came up and I used my upper body strength to perform a front flip over the dude's head. I turned around and roundhouse kicked him, hitting upside the head and causing him to fall. I took a running start and ran down the street as the crowd began to part like the Red Sea.

From behind, I could the leader's angry shouts. "Don't just stand there you morons; after that bitch!"

I stopped in front of Chris, who just stood there looking like an idiot, and before he could say anything, I beat him to it. "Don't worry man, I got this."

A scrawny teenage member with blue eyes appeared from the horde and saw me. "Here she is!"

"Fucking shit, I gotta go!" I cursed more foul language, using my native tongue as more of them came forward. "I'll meet up with you later...somehow! See ya!"

With that, I sprinted away like a determined motherfucker.

Present Time

'Oh yeah, that's how it happened. Eh, I don't care; I knew my luck was gonna run out soon anyways.'

I know I'm completely fucked now because my back was pressed against the wall. The leader smirked and stepped forward. He looked to be in his late teens, with dangerous green eyes and short choppy brown hair, spiky bangs that partially obscured the right side of his face. He had a nice tan and was barely taller than me, maybe about an inch or two. A red bandana was tied around his head as he wore red pants, but yet no shirt on for some reason.

The dude was in my personal space and stared me in the eye. "I must admit, you are a nice piece of ass and I would love to hit that, but you're too stubborn. Chicks like you give guys like my gang trouble, so what better way than to get rid of you?"

He raised his crowbar up and I closed my eyes, accepting my fate. 'Go ahead, man. I'm not afraid to die.'

However, the blow never came. I opened one eye and my jaw dropped for the second time that day. For the leader was held up by the scruff of his neck like a disrespectful child.

And the one holding him was Blondie from earlier.

That's the end of Chapter One everybody! I hope it is better than the original. So as we all see in the end here, Shizuo is gonna make an appearance in the next chapter. This is going to be so awesome! Until then, Ja ne~