Scar Descriptive Writing

I was breathing heavily,seeing dark figures sprinting towards me out of the corner of my eye.The night air was frigid,making my skin a pale lifeless color.Heavy footsteps hit the cold pavement as I ran for dear life taking deep breaths,my heart beating out of my chest.
“Get over here runt!”,one of the taller ones of the gang yelled grabbing out for the back of my leather jacket.Before he could grasp the black leather I dodged his strong hand turning into an alleyway.As dark and gloomy as it was in the big city I had more problems then anyone could ever imagine.Another one of the memembers of Scars hoodlum gang pulled at my dark caramel almost red hair,tugging at it coming up behind me.I cursed struggling as he pulled me back as the gang chanted and cheered pinning me to the ground,the black cement scratching at my skin.
“We meet again Katrina”,snickered Scar as he was pulling out a lighter.I glared at him realizing I was being jumped by the baddest gang in the city.
“ Scar!I told you to leave me alone!”,I said my eyes widening
My district is known as the Unspoken by the way.The reason for this is because we were the first teen tanglers to start a conflict against the...abnormal behavior of the older city folk also phrased as the Rioters.Most of the unspoken have the ability to withstand harsh climates and can withstand most pain..the downfall of having these abilities is that our scars and wounds last forever or at least a fairly long time.Once again as I contemplated walking down the dark cement path my thoughts were broken by a terrifying screech making everything around Brendon and I dead quiet.We stood there our eyes wide in panic as we looked at each other frantically.We doubted the scream was from a teen tangler...but that could be a possibility. Brendon being the guy he was forgot all about his rave ache and stood in front of me protectively his eyes