Durarara Fan Fic: New Girl Pg 7

It was late outside. The moon shined above the lit up city, though it was almost impossible to see its shine. I smiled at the site of it, the moon always made me happy. I walked down the street toward Shizuo's house. The wind was chilly. A chill trickled up my spine as I continued to walk down the street.
The part of town I was entering wasn't as popular or as busy as most parts of town. I had gone this way several times, but something felt off today. A strange, unreasonable feeling that someone was watching me, spread through my body.
I kept walking, but paid extra close attention to my surroundings.

There, a blur, someone IS following me.
I didn't turn yet, I was waiting to see, to get a better look.
I let my guard down, I was so busy worrying about the stalker I hadn't noticed the 5 guys walking down the large ally in my direction.
"Shit, they don't seem to have seen me yet," I thought, "maybe I can--" I was cut off by one yelling.
"Hey you, stop!"
I froze in my tracks not sure what to do. I turned and raised my head, looking at them.
"Well look, it's a babe" one says. They all laugh with him.
As I looked at them, I notice their weird choice of colors. They all wore all black out fits. Their accessories were primary colors to accent the outfit. They were all kind of big, and I was slightly worried.
They began to slowly advance toward me, each holding a rickety weapon, pipes, bats, wrenches, and other random objects.
"St... stay away from me... Or else," I threatened.
"Or else what?" One laughed.
They circled around me, and the one that I presumed was the leader stepped closer to me. He extended an arm towards me, his hand gripping to my chin. He pulls my face close to his. I can feel his breathe on my face as I stand like a statue.
"Damn, the boss would really like you," he says with a sadistic glare," Don't you think boys?"
He laughs and turns toward the four others with him, they all laugh in agreement.
"How would you like to be our pet?"he asks me with a cruel look,"Our gang could use a cute little girl like you."
"Go screw yourself," I growl at him.
"Oh, attitude? That's pretty hot." He teased.
I was irritated, pretty sure he knew it too. He kept getting closer and closer, suddenly he leaned in for a kiss. Quickly I turn my head.
Instead of continuing and kissing my cheek he moves his head back. "You little--, did I tell you you could turn your head? Now how about you give me a kiss?" He said. I could tell his voice was changing from a rude tease to a more sadistic angry one. It would be safer to do what he asked, but there was no way I would kiss someone like him. Out of spite I manage to spit directly into his face, hitting him just above the eye. First he was shocked, eyes wide mouth open then his eyebrows dropped toward the center of his face, a fit of rage was coming out as he raised his hand high above me. I close my eyes and tried to curl up as much as I can to try and brace for the oncoming hit. My eyes were squeezed shut so I couldn't see what actually happened next, especially since it happened so fasts. But from what I heard, I could basically describe the situation.

Just before the fist slammed down on me it sounded like some one jumped from up high down to the ground,the shoes created a quiet echo. A few men in the group said things like "what", "who's that?", "what are you doing?!", and "stop!". Then the sound of a fist smacking onto skin was the only thing I could hear. At first I thought it was mine, but when I realized there was no pain anywhere on me I opened my eyes. There stood a guy, hardly taller than me with a toothpick sized body, holding the gang members fist with his bare hand. He was between us, and he wore a grin from ear to earn looking more sadistic than my attacker. The gang member took another swing with his left hand, and the guy grabbed it too. Not a single drop of sweat left his body, but the angry gang member seemed to be sweating from anger, frustration, and effort. Suddenly he twisted the gang members two hand back toward him, each making a cracking sound. The member let loose a scream and dropped to his knees in pain. With a swift kick, the guy hit him straight in the stomach and jumped back toward me as the member vomited up a days worth of food before passing out. When he was unconscious the guy tuned to me, with a slightly smaller smile. As he reached toward me I flinched, untrusting of him.
"Now now, is that anyway to treat your savior?" He said," I'm not here to attack you or harm you, I was merely observing you."
"Observing?" I say quietly," Wait! You are the guy that was stalking me!!"
"He shrugs his shoulders looking away with a smile. I can't help but glare untrustingly at him.