Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, just like to make up stories for my own amusement.
Prolog
It's the year 2152, and everything has changed. There is no longer a President and democracy. Today, the world is run by mobs. Shockingly, though, the world is better now than it was when we had a President, or at least that is what I gather from the history books I had to read in High School. There is one rule or law you do not break though. If you are found guilty of murder, then you forfeit your life, no questions asked. Well, unless you work for the mob and is in your job description.
Chapter One- Background
My name is Isabella Marie Dwyer, but I go by Bella. In my life I have had some low moments, but none that I regret. I have one rule in my life and that is to never, and I mean never, have a one night stand. My mom, Renee, had a one night stand, which eventually resulted in me nine months later. During my childhood, my mom neglected me, a lot. She was always too busy whoring herself around, and luckily I am still an only child. The worst part was, my mom has no idea who my father was, she couldn't even remember that night because she was so drunk off her ass.
One night, I was coming home from the local grocery store; I was assaulted by a group of drunken men, who had tried to force themselves on me. Luckily, for me, a man saved me from getting raped and beaten. Later, I found out his name was John, and he owned a Karate Studio. Once I learned of this I begged for him to train me, so that this incident would never happen again. He agreed, so after school I would head to his studio and train. I learned at a fast rate and after a year of training I was on my way to becoming a black belt, and I was only 15 years old.
One day at school, a group of kids were picking on the new girl. I don't know what compelled me but I knew I had to help this girl. So, I got between the girl and the group of guys, and told them to fuck off. Unfortunately they didn't listen, so what's a girl to do, well…beat the shit out of them, of course. I learned that the girl's name was Rosalie Hale, Rose for short. She asked me to train her as well, and I agreed. Every since that day we have been best friends ever since and nothing will ever separate us, and after that day no one at school gave us any shit either, which I was thankful for.
I continued to train in martial arts, while Rose was busy tinkering with cars. At 18, my teacher, and savior, John, offered me a position teaching others martial arts. I needed the money so I accepted. Rose, got a job working at a local car shop. The owner was skeptical because she taught herself, and had not education in the area, but one demonstration later, and she got the job. It's good we got the jobs because both of us really didn't have that much money and college was always out of the question. So, we vowed to each other that we would always stick together no matter what.
After two years of working for John, I was a master at knife, attacking or defending, and I was also a master at shooting a gun. Since shooting a gun is not part of what he teaches, he taught me in private. Rose was also making a name for herself too. She was one of the top mechanics at the shop.
It was the same year, that my whore of a mother died from an STD she contracted from one of her many sexual partners. She actually had the nerve to ask me for money to go to the doctor's. But being the bitch I am never gave her the money she needed. I lost all respect I had for her when I found out that I was just a consequence of a one night stand. At least I was nice enough to give her a funeral she deserved, a cheap one. She was not worth spending money on.
I sold the house I grew up in after she died, and Rose and I decided to move elsewhere. When I told John this, he accepted it better than I would have thought. He understood my need to get away from Chicago and he knew someone in Phoenix that I could work for. So, with me already getting a job set up Phoenix, we moved there.
Once there, we found a cheap, but not a piece of shit, apartment. I got set up with my job, and I found out that my boss's name was Steven, John's brother. Rose had enough money set aside to open up her own shop, and it was not long until word got around and I quote that she is a "fuck hot and damn good mechanic".
About one year later and at the tender age of twenty-one, I decided I wanted to learn something new but I didn't know what. A week later Rose and I were meeting up for lunch at a local diner, and that's when I saw it. When I pulled up, outside the diner was a bright orange car with designs all over the body of it. At that moment I knew I had to find a way to learn how to do that. Once inside, I saw that Rose already had a table for us and I went and sat down.
"Hey Rose? I think I know what I want to learn!"
"Okay, so what is it, another martial art skill, learn a new weapon?"
"I want to learn how to airbrush a car. You know that I have always been itching to use my art skills in some form. Well, since you know about cars more than I do, do you know any place where I can learn?"
"Well, my guess would be to go to one of the local shops and ask if someone could mentor you."
"Sweet, thank you Rosie!"
"Ugh, what did I tell you about calling me that?"
"Not to call you that."
"Exactly, now here are some addresses and phone numbers of local shops that I know of that do airbrushing. Now, I need to get back to the shop, have fun, and hope it works out!"
"Thanks Rose!"
Well there is the first chapter, it will pick up soon I promise, I have an idea in my head and I am working out how to get there. The mob part of the story will come in later, again I have to find a way to work it all in because right now it is a bunch of ideas that still need to be strung together. So, please give this story a chance, and REVIEW please, it will help me judge if the story is going good or not.
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~DONTmessWITHme