Ok this is my first fanfic..so you guys tell me what you think...basically
Ashley is fearless to and she is moved to New York under the Witness
Protection Program...where duh! She meets Gaia....
XxX Chapter One XxX
"Hello, 911 operator how may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm at 100 Maple Leaf drive, and I'm the witness of a murder, the killer is still outside, prowling around, you might want to send the police over quick. " I was crouched behind a tree practically whispering into the phone. I would take the guy on, but instinct told me not to. And I always trust my instinct. Oh, I'm not scared or anything, I'm never scared.
"Ok honey. We are sending police over there right now, just stay calm miss, if the murderer sees you or hears you, find a new hiding spot or run is you can't find one." The dispatcher's voice sounded calm, and void of feeling.
"Ok" and then I heard a gunshot and another.
"You little bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson about spying on other people's affairs!" A man in a gray suit, yelled and then he proceeded to take out a 9-milliliter gun and aimed it at my forehead. Oh well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach this jackass a lesson. I started off with a jumping turning kick and knocked the gun out of the guy's hand. He was stunned, let me tell you just totally stunned. Then he came out of his daze and tried to throw a couple of punches, ducked them easily, he then started charging at me full speed. I grabbed him when he was close enough and used his force against him to knock him right to the ground, and then ended it with an ax kick right to his head before he fell.
"Six years of taekwondo didn't go for nothing." I told him, and then I was off, he was only momentarily out, so I started to run like hell, and then I collapsed, my vision started to get blurry, and I was out.
"Miss! Miss! Are you alright?" I was awakened by some big bulky police officer.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I gotta go, thanks." And then I sprinted off toward the bus stop, leaving the officer there with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
A S H L E Y
Fear, I've never experienced it before, never, you see I was born without the fear gene. Without fear there are no limits. You know about the lady that lifted a car up with her bare hands, well, that's what it's like without fear, all the time. Whenever I face off with someone, I just feel the adrenaline, no fear, no sweaty palms, nothing, and you know, it feels good, it feels free.
I've been trained in every kind of martial art form there is. Mostly taekwondo, my dad started to teach me when I was six. Now that I'm seventeen, I can basically kick anyone's ass. My dad died when I was fourteen, he died in a shootout. He worked for the agency along with my mom; she took off right after his death, coming to visit me every now and then. For the past three years she's been working on top secret missions, one right after another, I don't blame her for being gone she's basically risking her life for the rest of the world. So, I live with my uncle, here in LA is not that bad here, lots of badass bitches here, thinking that they own the world, well, what I do is teach them a lesson. They want to be jackasses; they got to pay the price.
School sucks, life sucks, you see there are two different world that people live in, one is reality, the other is that happy giddy world where everything is meant to be. Basically, reality sucks, so everyone tries to go to that happy giddy place, well, not happening with me. My life sucks, I have no friends, and I'm just basically a freak, an over sized UN- attractive freak.
"Mmmmmmm Hello?" It was four in the morning, who the hell could be calling now?
"Hello, Is this the Fairwood residence?"
"Yeah, and you are?"
"This is the Witness Protection Program calling. Are you Ashley Fairwood?"
"Yes, I am." Ok so why would the Witness Protection Program be calling? I have no idea but this is really starting to freak me out.
"The murderer that you reported has escaped, and we have reason to believe that he is coming after you. We would like to ask you to join the Witness Protection Program, this will be for you own safety."
"Um...I guess. but what about my uncle? It's like four in the morning, well, hold on, I'll go get him. " And I ran off to get my uncle down the hall. I don't think this has sunk in yet, I mean the Witness Protection Program? Well, I guess if I still want to be alive for my next birthday I should cooperate. "Uncle John, sorry to wake ya, but the Witness Protection Program is on the phone. "
"Huh? What? What?!?! Ok I'll be right there. " His face is all white now, just like a ghost. But then again, getting woken up at four in the morning and then being told that the Witness Protection program is on the phone is kind of unnerving.
"Hey, I'm back and I think my uncle just picked up. "
"Hello. This is john O ' Brian, Ashley's Uncle."
"Hello. This is detective Phil. As I explained to your niece, we would like you two to join the Witness protection Program. "
"Yes, it might be a good idea." Uncle john said into the phone, he seemed calmer, and damn was he taking this well.
"Ok, we already have everything planned. And we will be stopping by your house shortly. Please pack everything you need, you will be moving to New York City. Goodbye." And then the line went dead. Wow New York City, sounds like fun.
"Ok, well, I'm gonna go pack. And I'm sorry." Then I headed toward my room. This was gonna be a long day.
Knda short...but anyways wat do you guys think? R&R plz!!!! Next chapter soon!
XxX Chapter One XxX
"Hello, 911 operator how may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm at 100 Maple Leaf drive, and I'm the witness of a murder, the killer is still outside, prowling around, you might want to send the police over quick. " I was crouched behind a tree practically whispering into the phone. I would take the guy on, but instinct told me not to. And I always trust my instinct. Oh, I'm not scared or anything, I'm never scared.
"Ok honey. We are sending police over there right now, just stay calm miss, if the murderer sees you or hears you, find a new hiding spot or run is you can't find one." The dispatcher's voice sounded calm, and void of feeling.
"Ok" and then I heard a gunshot and another.
"You little bitch! I'm gonna teach you a lesson about spying on other people's affairs!" A man in a gray suit, yelled and then he proceeded to take out a 9-milliliter gun and aimed it at my forehead. Oh well, I guess I'm gonna have to teach this jackass a lesson. I started off with a jumping turning kick and knocked the gun out of the guy's hand. He was stunned, let me tell you just totally stunned. Then he came out of his daze and tried to throw a couple of punches, ducked them easily, he then started charging at me full speed. I grabbed him when he was close enough and used his force against him to knock him right to the ground, and then ended it with an ax kick right to his head before he fell.
"Six years of taekwondo didn't go for nothing." I told him, and then I was off, he was only momentarily out, so I started to run like hell, and then I collapsed, my vision started to get blurry, and I was out.
"Miss! Miss! Are you alright?" I was awakened by some big bulky police officer.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I gotta go, thanks." And then I sprinted off toward the bus stop, leaving the officer there with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
A S H L E Y
Fear, I've never experienced it before, never, you see I was born without the fear gene. Without fear there are no limits. You know about the lady that lifted a car up with her bare hands, well, that's what it's like without fear, all the time. Whenever I face off with someone, I just feel the adrenaline, no fear, no sweaty palms, nothing, and you know, it feels good, it feels free.
I've been trained in every kind of martial art form there is. Mostly taekwondo, my dad started to teach me when I was six. Now that I'm seventeen, I can basically kick anyone's ass. My dad died when I was fourteen, he died in a shootout. He worked for the agency along with my mom; she took off right after his death, coming to visit me every now and then. For the past three years she's been working on top secret missions, one right after another, I don't blame her for being gone she's basically risking her life for the rest of the world. So, I live with my uncle, here in LA is not that bad here, lots of badass bitches here, thinking that they own the world, well, what I do is teach them a lesson. They want to be jackasses; they got to pay the price.
School sucks, life sucks, you see there are two different world that people live in, one is reality, the other is that happy giddy world where everything is meant to be. Basically, reality sucks, so everyone tries to go to that happy giddy place, well, not happening with me. My life sucks, I have no friends, and I'm just basically a freak, an over sized UN- attractive freak.
"Mmmmmmm Hello?" It was four in the morning, who the hell could be calling now?
"Hello, Is this the Fairwood residence?"
"Yeah, and you are?"
"This is the Witness Protection Program calling. Are you Ashley Fairwood?"
"Yes, I am." Ok so why would the Witness Protection Program be calling? I have no idea but this is really starting to freak me out.
"The murderer that you reported has escaped, and we have reason to believe that he is coming after you. We would like to ask you to join the Witness Protection Program, this will be for you own safety."
"Um...I guess. but what about my uncle? It's like four in the morning, well, hold on, I'll go get him. " And I ran off to get my uncle down the hall. I don't think this has sunk in yet, I mean the Witness Protection Program? Well, I guess if I still want to be alive for my next birthday I should cooperate. "Uncle John, sorry to wake ya, but the Witness Protection Program is on the phone. "
"Huh? What? What?!?! Ok I'll be right there. " His face is all white now, just like a ghost. But then again, getting woken up at four in the morning and then being told that the Witness Protection program is on the phone is kind of unnerving.
"Hey, I'm back and I think my uncle just picked up. "
"Hello. This is john O ' Brian, Ashley's Uncle."
"Hello. This is detective Phil. As I explained to your niece, we would like you two to join the Witness protection Program. "
"Yes, it might be a good idea." Uncle john said into the phone, he seemed calmer, and damn was he taking this well.
"Ok, we already have everything planned. And we will be stopping by your house shortly. Please pack everything you need, you will be moving to New York City. Goodbye." And then the line went dead. Wow New York City, sounds like fun.
"Ok, well, I'm gonna go pack. And I'm sorry." Then I headed toward my room. This was gonna be a long day.
Knda short...but anyways wat do you guys think? R&R plz!!!! Next chapter soon!