(A/N: I know this is short people, but I'm stuck at work and bord out of my mind. R&R. Thanks.)
Her scream pierced the night just before a hand clamped over her mouth and the knife placed against her throat. The large thug's gravely rippled into her ear.
"Now, now, hush love. We don't want any attention to ruin the mood here." A whimper escaped from her as her green eyes began to water in fear. She stopped her struggles for the moment when the knife was pressed closer to her skin. This was only to be guided further back into the alley way. The man halted when they were out of eye shot; she could felt eh knife lower from her throat. Pulling her arm forward she jammed her elbow back into his gut, and then slammed him with her purse. As soon as she was free she bolted for the alley opening. Only to be yanked backed and thrown on the ground and mounted. Renewing her struggles the man struck her before he started to strip her of her cloths. Eyes closed she released another scream for help. Suddenly the weight was flung from her and the sound of trash cans clashing. Her eyes flew open as she quickly sat up, clutching her shirt closed. Her would be rapist was shouting profanities as he climbed from the garbage. The curses were not directed at her, but at the person standing between them and the cursing man.
"So ya like ta hurt and rape women. That's a no-no in my city pal." Came a metallic, male New Yorker voice from the new person. He was covered from head to toe in a metal suit, the helmet with lights on it. It was like he meant to dress as a giant metallic turtle. In her peripheral vision she could see a motor cycle on its stand. Wide eyed she watched the two scuffle. Soon after her would be rapist was ties up and back in the garbage. Then the metallic man turned to her but stayed where he was.
"Ma'am, call the cops to pick up the trash." Then he went to his bike.
"Wait!" She scrambled up to her feet and over to him. Stopping a foot away, still clamping her shirt closed looking skittish and shaken.
"Please, what's your name?" He paused looking at her. She couldn't tell if it was thoughtfulness or confusion.
"I ain't got one. Just someone who watches the city at night." With that he took off and she called the police. Surprisingly, the news media came as well. They seemed to actually give a damn or it was just going to be another news report that would be scrubbed over.
"You keep talking about your savior and describing him as a metallic vigilante. Is there anything you would like to say to him?" The reported asked her while the camera was rolling. She stood there in thought for a moment, and then looked to the camera with a small smile.
"Thank you, Nightwatcher."