Chapter Two
The Beginning of a new life
I cant really say why I was dumb enough to go out on my own. Maybe I just didn't want to be known as a Daddy's girl. Or maybe I didn't want the reputation that being the only blonde woman in a small colony on mars comes with. So anyway, Im getting ahead of myself. There I was, setting out on my own in my own old vintage convertible. The sun shone on its cherry red surface, and the black leather seats absorbed the heat beautifully. I was happy. The wind was in my hair, and it smelled like freedom. even though I was driving through an awfully polluted area I didn't care. The world was being seen through rose colored glasses in a way. actually I had on black sunglasses but that's besides the point. I drove on that highway savoring every moment of my first day on my own like any run away would. But then I began to realize I was on my own. alone, and without a job.
Yes, cruel reality made its dark appearance in my little dream world. It was beginning to get dark out, and the sky was beginning to cloud over. I decided to get off at the next exit, wherever it was, that would be my new home. Lucky for me, the next exit was for a nice, big city, it had its own colony dome for christs sake. That big green neon sign, was a good sign in my eyes. I made a hasty right turn as I could feel fatigue entering my deep blue eyes, and exited the highway. I rolled up my windows and put the roof of my car up. This was a nice colony. but I was going to be driving through some shadey areas.
I ended up in a road side motel, where rooms were $23.50 a night. It wasn't the Ritz, but it had a bed, and a toilet. even if it didn't flush. I set down my suit case, and vowed to find a steady job in the morning. I slipped out of my plain keds shoes, and slowly slid out of my shorts and t- shirt, and into a large football jersey that I had taken to sleeping in. I looked at my reflection in the dusty old mirror in front of me, and let out a large sigh. I was just your average blonde, alone, in a big city. Yet somehow, I thought things would look up. I didn't look it, but I did have a few talents. With those last few thoughts I pulled my long blonde curls into a loose pony tail, and fell asleep in that old moth ridden bed. Tomarrow was another day.
I woke up the next morning refreshed, I even bought a paper to look in the wanted ads. But there was nothing there for me. All the jobs were ones that I couldn't perform, or ones that were against my moral standards. I didn't know what to do, my funds were low, and I only had enough money left to stay in my seedy hotel for a few more nights. What was I to do? Well I was helpless, and I knew it. I was stupid, I thought. Why did I leave home in such a fuss. I was so unprepared. It was then that I looked outside my single window, past the faded yellow drapes to what was across the street. a bar! Not just any bar, it had a pool hall. Back home the best way to have fun was in an old poolhall at the end of town. I spent a few years there, and I knew my way around the tables, I was even able to hustle a few in my day. Maybe I could do just that here? I never was much of a gambler, but it was worth a try. If I won a few games, I would have enough money to keep afloat for a few days longer. I quickly got ready for the evening. I dressed myself in a tight purple shirt, and blue denim jeans. I buttoned the shirt a little low for my standards, but clevage works when you want to get someone to play against. My best red lipstick shone brightly on my lips, the finishing touch, I was ready.
The bar was smokey, but it didn't bother me, I liked to smoke myself, but I currently had no cigarette money. I made my way to the pool tables and took the first bet that went my way. I played that game with style and grace, the way that only a woman could, and surprisingly I won. This surprised me. I continued through the night, hustling poor helpless middle aged men, until the bad closed, and I left with a cigarette hanging loosly from my rouge lips. I had done well. This line of work continued for almost a month with me. Hustling was easy I figured, and it left my days open and free. I even was buying cigarettes again, and I had moved to a small apartment in the top floor of a small complex. Life was looking up.
It was on the 24th of April when my life changed. It was when I played a game with a different type of man. This one did not look down on his luck, he was actually dressed quite nicely. He had long silver hair, and my he was young. I was not the one to approach him, he was the one to approach me. He had been staring at me from the bar for most of the night. But it was not with ravenous eyes. it was with curious ones. This intruiged me. When he walked over and asked for a game with me I couldn't refuse. Plus, he did lay down a lot of money on the table. He was my toughest opponent yet. It all ended up coming down to the eightball. I tried to play my best, but there was something unnerving about his eyes whenever they were on me. It gave me the shivers. He called his pocket in that dark voice of his, and tapped the eight ball with his pole. Lucky for me, he missed, and the ball fell into another pocket. I had won. The man was not disappointed. He simply smiled.
"Well," He exclaimed. "I suppose the stories of the lady poolshark here are true."
He paused and stared into my eyes again.
"But, since I lost, may I ask a favor of you?" He remarked, a smirk beginning to cross his face.
I had pulled a cigarette from my pocket, and pulled out a lighter to light it. "It depends on what the favor is." I replyed coolly.
"Could you just get down and lay under this table for a few minutes?" he said, gesturing to the floor.
"What?" I exclaimed. My god, what was wrong with this guy? Well in about thirty seconds I realized it was nothing. Gunshots began to ring throughout the bar, there was an explosion somewhere, I cant recall where. But I was under that table faster than you could say my name. The man, had pulled out his own gun, and had joined in the battle. In about five minutes it got very quiet, timidly I crawled out from my hiding place, only to be confronted by an angry bleeding man in a trench coat.
"Youre with them too aren't you??" He yelled, and he raised his gun shakily towards me. I didn't know what to do. I still think it was one of those fluke moments that were sent to you by god himself. if he exists. I fumbled with my left hand on the table behind me, and found a conveniently placed gun sitting right there. I grabbed it, and pulled it up infront of me, and without even blinking, pulled the trigger. The man's head practically exploded, and he fell directly to the floor. He was quite dead. I, not knowing what to do just stood there with a dumb look on my face not knowing what the hell to do when there was a rush of footsteps behind me. I whirled around to see the man who I had played pool with earlier, along with about five other men dressed similar to him.
He spoke. "Where the hell is the target?" He barked to a panting, sweating man beside him.
The other man shrugged, until all their eyes came to rest on the man who's face I had just blown to bits. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, but kept my gun fixed on them. It was then that their eyes trailed to me. All of them had a look of shock on their faces, accept that man. He stepped forward, and smoothly pulled the gun from my damp grasp.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
"J. Julia." I managed to stutter.
"A lovely name." He replied, staring at me with those eyes again. "Well, thank you Julia, you just did us a big favor there."
With that he began to walk away.
"WAIT!" I yelled. He stopped walking. "I would like to know who you are."
He turned back around, and told me his name, I knew that was his name because he actually kept a straight face when he said it. "Vicious." Vicious, a name that matched his eyes, they looked Vicious, like a predator. After he said his name he began walking again.
"I liked that." I mumbled to myself. "I liked that, all the excitement. the feel of the moment. the weapon in my hands.. I really did."
I don't know how he heard that, but he turned around and stared at me, and suddenly said something quite unexpected. "Would you like to do it again sometime maybe?"
"Yes" I gasped.
"Well," he remarked. "You might want to follow me then."
That's the End of chapter Two. Please review! Its my first Fanfic, and suggestions are appreciated!
The Beginning of a new life
I cant really say why I was dumb enough to go out on my own. Maybe I just didn't want to be known as a Daddy's girl. Or maybe I didn't want the reputation that being the only blonde woman in a small colony on mars comes with. So anyway, Im getting ahead of myself. There I was, setting out on my own in my own old vintage convertible. The sun shone on its cherry red surface, and the black leather seats absorbed the heat beautifully. I was happy. The wind was in my hair, and it smelled like freedom. even though I was driving through an awfully polluted area I didn't care. The world was being seen through rose colored glasses in a way. actually I had on black sunglasses but that's besides the point. I drove on that highway savoring every moment of my first day on my own like any run away would. But then I began to realize I was on my own. alone, and without a job.
Yes, cruel reality made its dark appearance in my little dream world. It was beginning to get dark out, and the sky was beginning to cloud over. I decided to get off at the next exit, wherever it was, that would be my new home. Lucky for me, the next exit was for a nice, big city, it had its own colony dome for christs sake. That big green neon sign, was a good sign in my eyes. I made a hasty right turn as I could feel fatigue entering my deep blue eyes, and exited the highway. I rolled up my windows and put the roof of my car up. This was a nice colony. but I was going to be driving through some shadey areas.
I ended up in a road side motel, where rooms were $23.50 a night. It wasn't the Ritz, but it had a bed, and a toilet. even if it didn't flush. I set down my suit case, and vowed to find a steady job in the morning. I slipped out of my plain keds shoes, and slowly slid out of my shorts and t- shirt, and into a large football jersey that I had taken to sleeping in. I looked at my reflection in the dusty old mirror in front of me, and let out a large sigh. I was just your average blonde, alone, in a big city. Yet somehow, I thought things would look up. I didn't look it, but I did have a few talents. With those last few thoughts I pulled my long blonde curls into a loose pony tail, and fell asleep in that old moth ridden bed. Tomarrow was another day.
I woke up the next morning refreshed, I even bought a paper to look in the wanted ads. But there was nothing there for me. All the jobs were ones that I couldn't perform, or ones that were against my moral standards. I didn't know what to do, my funds were low, and I only had enough money left to stay in my seedy hotel for a few more nights. What was I to do? Well I was helpless, and I knew it. I was stupid, I thought. Why did I leave home in such a fuss. I was so unprepared. It was then that I looked outside my single window, past the faded yellow drapes to what was across the street. a bar! Not just any bar, it had a pool hall. Back home the best way to have fun was in an old poolhall at the end of town. I spent a few years there, and I knew my way around the tables, I was even able to hustle a few in my day. Maybe I could do just that here? I never was much of a gambler, but it was worth a try. If I won a few games, I would have enough money to keep afloat for a few days longer. I quickly got ready for the evening. I dressed myself in a tight purple shirt, and blue denim jeans. I buttoned the shirt a little low for my standards, but clevage works when you want to get someone to play against. My best red lipstick shone brightly on my lips, the finishing touch, I was ready.
The bar was smokey, but it didn't bother me, I liked to smoke myself, but I currently had no cigarette money. I made my way to the pool tables and took the first bet that went my way. I played that game with style and grace, the way that only a woman could, and surprisingly I won. This surprised me. I continued through the night, hustling poor helpless middle aged men, until the bad closed, and I left with a cigarette hanging loosly from my rouge lips. I had done well. This line of work continued for almost a month with me. Hustling was easy I figured, and it left my days open and free. I even was buying cigarettes again, and I had moved to a small apartment in the top floor of a small complex. Life was looking up.
It was on the 24th of April when my life changed. It was when I played a game with a different type of man. This one did not look down on his luck, he was actually dressed quite nicely. He had long silver hair, and my he was young. I was not the one to approach him, he was the one to approach me. He had been staring at me from the bar for most of the night. But it was not with ravenous eyes. it was with curious ones. This intruiged me. When he walked over and asked for a game with me I couldn't refuse. Plus, he did lay down a lot of money on the table. He was my toughest opponent yet. It all ended up coming down to the eightball. I tried to play my best, but there was something unnerving about his eyes whenever they were on me. It gave me the shivers. He called his pocket in that dark voice of his, and tapped the eight ball with his pole. Lucky for me, he missed, and the ball fell into another pocket. I had won. The man was not disappointed. He simply smiled.
"Well," He exclaimed. "I suppose the stories of the lady poolshark here are true."
He paused and stared into my eyes again.
"But, since I lost, may I ask a favor of you?" He remarked, a smirk beginning to cross his face.
I had pulled a cigarette from my pocket, and pulled out a lighter to light it. "It depends on what the favor is." I replyed coolly.
"Could you just get down and lay under this table for a few minutes?" he said, gesturing to the floor.
"What?" I exclaimed. My god, what was wrong with this guy? Well in about thirty seconds I realized it was nothing. Gunshots began to ring throughout the bar, there was an explosion somewhere, I cant recall where. But I was under that table faster than you could say my name. The man, had pulled out his own gun, and had joined in the battle. In about five minutes it got very quiet, timidly I crawled out from my hiding place, only to be confronted by an angry bleeding man in a trench coat.
"Youre with them too aren't you??" He yelled, and he raised his gun shakily towards me. I didn't know what to do. I still think it was one of those fluke moments that were sent to you by god himself. if he exists. I fumbled with my left hand on the table behind me, and found a conveniently placed gun sitting right there. I grabbed it, and pulled it up infront of me, and without even blinking, pulled the trigger. The man's head practically exploded, and he fell directly to the floor. He was quite dead. I, not knowing what to do just stood there with a dumb look on my face not knowing what the hell to do when there was a rush of footsteps behind me. I whirled around to see the man who I had played pool with earlier, along with about five other men dressed similar to him.
He spoke. "Where the hell is the target?" He barked to a panting, sweating man beside him.
The other man shrugged, until all their eyes came to rest on the man who's face I had just blown to bits. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, but kept my gun fixed on them. It was then that their eyes trailed to me. All of them had a look of shock on their faces, accept that man. He stepped forward, and smoothly pulled the gun from my damp grasp.
"What's your name?" he inquired.
"J. Julia." I managed to stutter.
"A lovely name." He replied, staring at me with those eyes again. "Well, thank you Julia, you just did us a big favor there."
With that he began to walk away.
"WAIT!" I yelled. He stopped walking. "I would like to know who you are."
He turned back around, and told me his name, I knew that was his name because he actually kept a straight face when he said it. "Vicious." Vicious, a name that matched his eyes, they looked Vicious, like a predator. After he said his name he began walking again.
"I liked that." I mumbled to myself. "I liked that, all the excitement. the feel of the moment. the weapon in my hands.. I really did."
I don't know how he heard that, but he turned around and stared at me, and suddenly said something quite unexpected. "Would you like to do it again sometime maybe?"
"Yes" I gasped.
"Well," he remarked. "You might want to follow me then."
That's the End of chapter Two. Please review! Its my first Fanfic, and suggestions are appreciated!