It was a loud bustling street. The sun was shining, not a wisp of a cloud in the sky. Cars roared down streets, not a care in the world as the drivers were absorbed in their music and conversations. The sidewalks were crowded, people shoving through people to get to a business meeting or a job interview or a date. Some walked slower than others, completely entranced by their cell phones and texts.
Two men, dressed in black, and practically oozing trouble, stalked down an alleyway. They were dressed as the cliche robber, black jackets, ski mask, slacks, one held a metal baseball bat, the other a gun. The two men had cornered someone, that someone being a girl of the tender age of seventeen or eighteen.
She had vibrant blue hair pulled back into a ponytail and bright stormy grey eyes that shone with intelligence and curiosity. Her clothes were a bit strange, a high collared white trench coat and bandana even though it was over 80 degrees outside and she wasn't even breaking a sweat. Thick combat books gave her an extra inch to her five foot six inch height and she kept her hands hidden in her pockets.
"What can I help you with gentlemen?" She inquired, cocking her head to the side like a puppy would to a human. She rocked on her heels, raising her eyebrows in innocent curiosity.
"Your money! Hand it over! All of it!" The man with the baseball bat demanded, swinging it off his shoulder to point it at the girl. She contemplated the thought, shrugging before she shook her head.
"No can do buddy boy. You see, I kinda need Said money to pay for, you know, everyday items? You might've heard of this essential thing called food? Yeah I need money for that." She seemed so nonchalant about the situation it almost dissuaded the men from attempting to mug her. Almost.
The man with the gun pointed the barrel of his pistol at her face, the click of the bullet sliding into the chamber breaking the atmosphere.
"Money, now. Or I'm gonna shoot." He growled and the girl simply raised an eyebrow. She closed her eyes, shoulders sagging, before she sighed. A plum of air; the kind you would see when the cold weather condensed your breath, escaped her lips and passed over the gun.
Frost spiraled from the barrel of the gun backwards towards the man's hand. Once it reached his hand, he dropped it with a shout, his hand nearly purple and steaming with the cold, even with the 80 plus degree weather. The gun dropped to the concrete ground and shattered into pieces. The men stared at the girl in horror and she simply smiled.
"Well, I'll be off gentlemen!" She chirped and started to walk around the two men. The one with the bat gave a roar of rage and swung his bat towards her head.
She simply turned and grabbed the bat, stopping it dead with no effort at all. Frost again started to spiral up the sides of the bat, eating up the distance between herself and the man. He dropped the bat with a scream, but his scream was cut short by her swinging the bat around to collide it with his head.
His eyes rolled back and he crumpled, his friend soon joining him in unconsciousness next to him. The girl stared at them both for a moment, a disappointed frown crossing her face,
"Ah damn it. I went too far again huh? Well at least they aren't dead, guess it's not my problem anymore!" She shrugged, kicking the shards of the gun behind a metal trash bin and the bent out of shape bat soon joined as she spun on her heel and walked with a bounce in her step out of the alleyway. She joined the crowd, melting in and becoming nearly invisible amongst the bustling people. No evidence, aside from the two unconscious men, remained of the attempted mugging.