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Chapter 2 – Got your number.

Well, this is a good start. I'm woken by a bloody painful throbbing in my eye and forehead. Not to mention the annoying ache in my shoulder. I sigh heavily. Then it hits me. Not unlike the pain in my body. Shocking and horrifying. One thought that knocks all the others out the ball court.

''What happened?''

I honest to God can't remember anything. I sit up suddenly feeling my breath catch in my throat. I block out every thing else and concentrate on breathing, seeing as my body has this habit; whenever I get panicked or terribly stressed it shuts down. Like now. I feel someone run over to me and try to help me. I don't give a fuck who they are, I don't give a fuck who I am. All that's happening is little spots are appearing in front of my eyes and it's scaring the living shit out of me. On the other hand when whoever it is actually touches me, I kinda freak and that's when my eyes snap open, dots or no. I see weird, confusing shapes. Little light, and one of the people walking toward me is glowing in the hands area. Panic circuits switch into overdrive. I get up, staggering with the sudden blood rush in my head. The glowy guy quickens his pace toward me. I recognise him somehow. Which only confuses me further, but that whole sparkly thing he's doing isn't natural. When he gets close I lash out and hit him in the jaw. Which causes the person behind me to grab my arms. Well, as if I wasn't scared before; now I'm fucking shaking in my boots. I kick and thrash wanting to be let go. Also to my shame I'm bloody crying. The one holding me manages to pin my arms behind my back while wrapping their arms around me. They lift me up as I squirm and twist. It must be a man, I can't feel the girly bits on their chest that would make them a woman. It doesn't matter that much, but I feel less guilty when I smash my head back into their face, causing them to drop me.

The man cries out in pain, the blonde one is KO'd on the floor. Ignoring the wobble in my legs, I move toward the door and stumble out. People look at me in a weird way as I follow streets that I don't recognize at all. I hurt, I'm scared and I just want to go home. But I don't know where that is. I don't even know who I am. All I can think of is this woman called Karma? This is infuriating! I need to get out of the sight of people, people and, and elves? Is that a dwarf? I stop in my tracks staring a young woman with almond shaped eyes and pointed ears. She's slim and petite. I shake my head in a daze and wander past the dwarf who was heavily armed and wearing chain mail. They gaze at me as I push past. As if I'm the strange one. I mean I don't know what my face looks like, but if the pain is anything to go by, it's not pretty. Fed up of all the looks and glances I'm getting, I manage to find a little, dark alcove that's quite deep. Once I've crawled inside I find that I'm able to breathe easier. There's a little beam of light that had worn it's way through the ceiling. Now I'm alone, I begin to touch my hair and face, hissing in pain when my fingers brush over my eye. It feels like a deep cut, but not very wide. It runs from my forehead, down over my eye and just touches my cheek. Fuck me it hurts. It stings as I cry, burying my head in my arms. This isn't fair. What the hell is happening? I don't cry for long, once the initial sob is over with, I sit up in this dank little hole and begin to look at my clothing. Maybe there's a clue or something that would at least tell me who I am. The clothing is different to what the elf was wearing. The material is all wrong. Also there's this odd metal clasp that runs up the length of the coat garment that I'm wearing, I didn't see that on anyone's clothing. With a little more exploration I find that it has a hood, I smile weakly and pull it over my head and hair feeling a little better already. As I tighten the little strings around the hood, I feel cold metal around my neck.

It's a necklace. Two oval shaped, metal plates. A couple of words bubble up in my mind. I'm wearing a hoodie, that uses a zip, and these little metal things are dog-tags. I fiddle with them while looking at my other coat, made of leather, it hung to the back of my knees when I stood up. I liked it. Which was lucky seeing as I was stuck wearing it. My fingers run over a etch in the metal, unlike the smooth surface on the other side. Frowning I hold it up to the light beam. There are little markings over the metal.

Ashley Corvin Ryder

Sex – Female

D.O.B – 26.07.90

Blood type – A+

Half of it makes sense. The other half might as well be written as shapes I don't understand a bloody word. So. That's my name. Ashley. Hmm. I like it. I'm going to assume this is my name and my other details. I don't know why I would be wearing someone else's. Just knowing my name made me feel a little better. More solid, if that's the right feeling. Grounded. That's the word I'm looking for. I sigh, feeling my stomach clench in hunger. Maybe running off and beating up whoever was with me wasn't the smartest idea. It was all reflex really. I just somehow knew the easiest way to disarm them. They certainly didn't follow me. I ponder for a few minutes before my stomach rumbled and growled at me.

'All right. All right,' I mumble. I don't want to leave my hidey hole but it's not safe. I do need food and more warmth that what I've got. I make a quick decision. Time to go. I peek my head out and see that the streets are empty. Quickly I move out of my hidey hole, taking time to pull a nearby cart over the entrance. Just in case. I'm going to go back to where I was. Who knows, I'm alive and my injuries seemed to be treated so maybe they're not trying to hurt me. But if they try something I'll just fight my way out like I did before. I keep my hood up as I try to remember the way, I didn't go that far, just a few minutes. My legs are still unsteady and my shoulder droops a little, it still fucking aches. I'm in a foul mood. Which is to be expected. The last thing I needed was a group of men to walk around the corner and bump into me. I scowl but keep on my way, I don't need any trouble. But one of them must have noticed my long hair, or the way I walk or something because the next thing I hear is:

'Oiya love!'

Oh shit. I don't respond and keep on moving.

'Oi!' He repeats. I do nothing but move faster. Unfortunately for me the prick won't drop it and his gang surround me quickly. I roll my eyes and sigh heavily. This is going to go soo wrong. They are all armed, I feel my fingers twitch when I see them. My body knows at least what to do, even if my mind doesn't. There's four of them. A lot, seeing as I'm one woman who has no fucking idea where she is.

'What do you want?' I ask in a monotone voice. Looking at the ugly, potato looking bastard with disgusting teeth. I'm guessing he was the one speaking to me. He had the word arse-hole written over him. He grinned at me. Bingo, I was right.

'Wha' yoo doin' walkin' round 'ere, on y'r own?' He said. Somehow. I don't know how he manages to speak while his only two brain cells concentrate on breathing and standing.

'Nothing. I'm meeting friends,' I reply. My hands curl into fists and my stance widens. He laughs and looks at his mates. My scowl deepens, then one of them makes the wrong move and tugs down my hood. He catches my hair and almost pulls me over, but I'm more pissed over the fact that he invaded my personal space. I cry out in pain while at the same time my foot spins out and cracks him in the knee-cap, causing it to dislocate and make his leg bend in a funny way. I probably would have laughed if it weren't for the fact that his dick head of a mate grabbed my hair and actually did pull me over. I fell to the floor painfully. To my horror they were taking their weapons out of their holsters. I was in big trouble. Up to my knees in shit. I did the first thing that came to my head and scored 10 points on a crotch shot. A memory popped into my head as my foot connected, I had done this before to someone else, who's idea was less than moral. I smirked as he doubled over. I didn't hold back, I gave it all I had. His grand-kids are going to sue him for abuse, the amount of pain he was currently in. If he managed to have kids. Although if his IQ is anything to go by, it wouldn't be a bad thing if he didn't.

While his mates tried to help him up, I scrabbled to my feet. I almost got away before I got hit with a length of wood that one of them had thrown. I mean really. A bit of fucking wood?! The spots returned and danced in front of my eyes. Taunting me. I remember getting hit, once, maybe twice in the ribs. Then again around the head. I coughed blood, feeling my ribs scream out in protest. Then it stopped. Thankfully. I could hear the clashing of swords and a whoomph sensation. But my ears were filled with the sound of my own heart beating. I force myself to sit up on all fours, still coughing blood onto the dirt underneath me. I place my hand on a wooden support near by and after a minute or two manage to heave myself up. Leaning on the strut I turn around and look for the men who had cornered me. Potato head was still gurgling on the floor, but his friends were no where to be seen. Actually not true. One of them was, he was over on the other side of the dirt track. And on the opposite wall as well. I felt my stomach twist at the sight.

A small dwarfish figured man walked up to me, again I recognized him. 'So who did you piss off?' He asked with a light chuckle in his voice. A elven looking guy, with white hair... God, he is hot... well, he walked over, covered in blood and grime. A taller bloke, with black hair and a busted nose... Oh. Ooops. He's really fucking attractive as well. Well done me.

I try to grin, but I have a feeling that I don't look that attractive. 'D'you know a someone called Karma?'

Their blank looks made me smile more.

'Well she's a bitch. If you ever meet her, punch her. She won't hesitate to kick you in the family jewels,' I mutter as darkness blurs my vision and I feel myself lose my grip on the beam. I have no idea who caught me but I was too tired to fight them. I gave up and let them lead me.

The dwarf one spoke. 'What's your name?'

Groggily I turn my head to look at him, a bloody smile on my face.

'Ashley. Ashley Corvin Ryder.'

Well there you are, second chapter. I hope you liked it. Please review :P