Hello everyone I am trying to write another fic here. This is the first Biker Mice fan fic I have started. I hope that ya'll will like it, please read and review .I am trying a new technique in writing and I would really appreciate a little feedback on if I need to go back and change it up some 'kay?

I suppose that I should start off my story with who I am so that whoever is reading this will know who I am. My name is Courissa and I am 24 years old. I grew up in a small town in west Texas. My friends would tell you that I live up to the true meaning of hicksville. Yup that's me good ole fun loving redneck 'Rissa ! If it has four wheels and an engine I can fix it for yah. But don't try to get me on a motorcycle, I think that the term road rash explains it enough. Uggh! That gives me the chills just thinking about it. I mean there is absolutely nothing wrong with motorcycles I am just too damn scared of getting on one. Now if you want a custom paint job on one then you came to the right chick. I absolutely love to see all of my sweat and hard work drive past me on the road and be able to say that I did that. I grew up around my dad and his garage, helped him out once he taught me all he knew. I guess you could say the reason I am afraid of getting on a bike is cause my dad was killed in a head on collision with a truck while he was riding his ole Indian.

I remember that day well cause after that everything seemed to go down hill for me. I thought that everything would get better when I met the so-called "love" of my life. God I was so stupid, but that is a story for later on. Where was I ..Oh yeah so I never really got the nerve to follow in my dad's footsteps. I sold all his bikes and kept the shop open. At least it was open till life decided to screw me over again and I had to close shop and run.

I really didn't want to leave everything I knew and loved behind but I wasn't left with much choice when it was a life or death situation. You see I have never really had much luck with picking out good guys in my relationships. I always ended up with the cheating, no-good lying son of a bitches, who tried to raise their hands to get me to submit. If there is one thing that you will learn about me is that I am my own person and take shit from no one. I never stayed with any guy if they turned out to be violent. I always showed them the door or left them crawling out if they didn't listen. So imagine my surprise when the last guy I was in "love" with asked me to marry him after six months of total bliss. I had not seen any of the signs my previous boyfriends had so I agreed. I was only 20 at the time and didn't know any better. If I could go back in time and do it all over I would have ran away from John the minute I met him.

You see after I married him he changed and not for the good. It all started out with my work taking up too much of "our" time together. So I hired someone else to help run the shop so that I could be home more. John wanted kids and I tried. I really did but it wasn't meant to be. The doctors ran tests and said everything with me was fine. They suggested that maybe it was John and he should be tested out. I think that because of that he flipped. He started to yell at me the minute I got home from work all the time. Get drunk and storm out, normally I would have just let him cool off. This went on for a few months and I was tired of it.

Then weird stuff started my fathers belongings went missing our were destroyed. And when I asked John he denied having anything to do with it. Then when customer's cars at work were being trashed while I was at home. I started to worry; I didn't know why someone would do that. I filed police reports and claims with the insurance companies. It kept happening for a few weeks leaving me with no customers. I followed John one night after he had one of his drunken fits. I couldn't believe my eyes my husband was trashing my shop. I realized then who it was that had been destroying my dad's things and my shop.

I went home and waited for him to come home to confront him. Looking back now I should have called the police and let them deal with it. He came home at about 2am totally wasted and in a rage. When he saw me up he came at me. I don't remember much just pain then nothing. I woke up three days later in ICU at the local hospital. The police were waiting for me in my room to question me on what happened. I told them about finding John trashing my shop and how when he got home he attacked me. They told me that I was found by a neighbor the next morning and that my husband couldn't be found. The doctors told me that I had three broken ribs, a fractured wrist from apparently trying to ward off blows. My face was swollen and black and blue. I also had been whipped with a belt and buckle on my back. The doctor told me there would be scarring from it.

Once I was released from the hospital I filed a restraining order and a divorce. The courts ruled in my favor and John was forced out of my life. I thought that I had heard the last of him. But it was not to be so, I started getting letters and threatening messages on my answer machine from John. The police said that they were trying their best to help but unless he attacked me again there was little to be done. I became scared and didn't go out much. My friends tried to get me out and help me get over what had happened. I came home from work one night to find my house trashed and a letter from John telling me that if he couldn't have me then no one would. I called the police and they decided that I needed to close up my shop and go into protective custody.

I had to leave it all behind me and change my name and appearance. I even moved to the West Coast seeing as I had hated the West Coast and always told John that. The police told me I would be safe I was for the first six months then he found me. I was hospitalized once again but from a gun shoot wound and stabbing. After I was released I took my own life into my own hands. The police tried and failed, so I decided I would have to make sure that John would never catch me again. I stayed moving from state to state. Always leaving each town after three months and making sure to leave no trail for John to find me. I had become good at hiding but it was very lonely. I ran that way for three years always just working enough to pay the bills, I never made any friends I found it too hard to pack up and leave them when the time came for me to leave. So I just went to work, the grocery store, and home. I really missed the shop and my old friends but didn't want to take the chance of John finding me. So I decided to move to a city that was large enough that I would be hard to find. I wanted to start to live again it had been three long and hard years. I was only 23 about to be 24 but I felt older a lot older then I really was. I decided that I would quit running I was to young and tired of being scared. I had lost who I was and wanted to find myself again. And to me the only way to do that was to finally stop running and stand my ground.

I was driving in Missouri somewhere near St. Louis when I decided this, so I pulled over at the next rest area and took out my map. I saw Chicago and knew that it was there I would make my stand. I got back in and drove all night and into the morning. I had just pulled up to the outskirts of town. It wasn't a bad area but it wasn't all that good either. I was driving my ole beat up ford truck when it decided that now would be a good time to break down. I couldn't believe my luck. Of coarse I started to cuss about how when it rains it just pours. I decided that bitch'n about it wouldn't help me so I got out to see what went out this time. I popped the hood and looked around a bit till I found the culprit, and wouldn't you know that it was that damn water pump again. I was mad cause I couldn't blame anyone but myself. This would be the third time in three months that I would have to replace this pump. I promised myself that I would get the one with a lifetime warranty or next better up when I bought the new one and not the cheap ass ones I kept replacing it with. I decided that I might as well fix it so I got my tools and started the hassle of getting it out . I was fighting the last bolt that seemed to be welded on to tight when a old wrecker truck pulled up . A dark haired women got out and came up to me wanting to know if I needed any help. I looked at her and she just had this homely feel to her. We hit it off like old friends when she offered to tow my truck to her shop. She even offered to help me replace the pump , I took her up on the offer to tow my truck but turned down the help on the pump. I told her that I used to own my own shop and knew well enough to get by. She introduced herself as Charlene but went by Charlie. I offered her my real name , I decided that if I was to make my life here in Chicago I would do it all or nothing. So no more hiding and changing my name it would be me the real me that Charlie would get to know.

We towed the truck to her shop and I replaced the pump. When I was finished Charlie asked me if I had just got into town. I told that I did and wanted to know of any hotels nearby. Of coarse from what I had gathered from her was that she wouldn't like the thought of me staying in a hotel nearby. And the minute I asked her she offered me a place to stay and a job at her shop. I told that I would like to stay the night but would think about the job.

So what do you think so far? I know that there isn't a lot of Biker Mice in this story yet but I wanted to explain a bit of Courissa's past before I got into the story more. So Rissa has met Charlie and the next chapter will go into how they get to know each other. I am going to have the meeting of Rissa and Charlie a year or two before Charlie meets the mice. Don't worry they will be in this just not until the third or forth chapter . I already have the second chapter written just going over it before I post it. Tell me what you think . Please review so I know .