I reach inside my jacket for my gun, but a heavy hand grabs my arm with steely force before I feel the cool metal of my security. I glance down to look at the hand before I try to snatch my arm away. It has a skull and cross bones ring with rubies for the eyes. Perfect! A bonafide Badass! I lift my foot a few inches, then stomp my heel on the asshole’s boot at the same time I jerk my arm away. My heel slides off the heavy leather without harm and the grip only tightens. I look up to see who is laughing at me, but he is wearing a black hoodie and his face is hidden.
"You Son Of A Bitch!" I spit. "Get your fucking hand off me!" My hair fans out as I try to shake him off. 
A deep, low, menacing chuckle is the only response I get. Then I see the knife.