Chapter 2
Glasgow, Scotland.
Lara swung off the bike and made her way into the local pub. She lifted her sunglasses off her eyes and placed them on her head. Pulling a stool out from under the bar, she sat herself down. The bartender walked down and set a glass on the table.
"Anything ye want lass?" he asked.
"Just something strong." She replied. Lara glanced over shoulder and look around. Not many people were there. There were two men having a quiet conversation in the corner.
A clink of a glass caught her attention as the man set down a glass filled with a brown liquid. She picked it up and drowned it. The man watched her with awe as she swallowed.
"My god...Mary and Joseph." He whispered. Lara felt the burn all the way down to her stomach. For the first time since she left home she finally felt warm. Lara had been out on the road for about a month, rooming with strangers and traveling the back roads. She was hoping to get a ticket out of here to another place in the world.
"Do ye want 'nother one?"
She smiled as she held back a cough. "No, thank you though." he returned the smile and went back to work.
The door opened as a cocky old man with a wide tooth grin walked in and surveyed the room. He noticed a pretty lady sitting at the bar, looking at her empty glass. He staggered over and slid in beside her.
"Hey there pretty lass, th' name's Douglas."
Lara, already disliking the man and the whiskey on his breath, glanced at him and looked back at her glass. The man waved at the bartender and flashed a toothy grin as he motioned for two drinks.
Douglas leaned a little backwards in his seat and took a long look at Lara's derriere. He smiled again at Lara as he reached over and placed his hand there and rubbed affectionately.
"Wanna go with me somewhere a little more private?"
Lara pulled his fist back and punched him. The crunch of teeth being knocked out was heard. He fell off his bar stool landed with a crash to the floor. She kicked him in his side onto his back and pressed down into his chest with her boot.
"Do not ever touch me again, unless you want a new hole to breathe out of." She looked up at the bartender, who stared with fright in his eyes. Getting up off of him, she slammed her money onto the table and walked out the door. Lara started the bike and roared off again down the road.
The sound of another bike began to slowly come into her range of hearing. Turning her head, around she saw a man coming at her a black touring motorcycle. He rose up a gun and began to fire at her.
Ah bugger...probably after me for what I did, Lara thought, but no person is going to take pot shots at me.
She reached into her bag and pulled out one of her guns, she aimed behind her and fired. The front tire on the bike blew and began to spin out of control. The driver went flying over the handlebars and rolled over the blacktop.
Lara skidded the bike in a one-eighty and zoomed back the fallen motorcycle and its driver. She climbed off of it and walked towards the body.
The person rolled over and pointed the gun at her. Her fast reflexes kicked it out from the hand that gripped it. It went into the bushes across the road.
"Get up." She commanded. The rider balanced onto his hands and knees, and then clambered on up to stand. Lara's gun was on the taller person as the helmet came off.
Lara saw electric blue.
Memories began to flash before her eyes...
Glasgow, Scotland.
Lara swung off the bike and made her way into the local pub. She lifted her sunglasses off her eyes and placed them on her head. Pulling a stool out from under the bar, she sat herself down. The bartender walked down and set a glass on the table.
"Anything ye want lass?" he asked.
"Just something strong." She replied. Lara glanced over shoulder and look around. Not many people were there. There were two men having a quiet conversation in the corner.
A clink of a glass caught her attention as the man set down a glass filled with a brown liquid. She picked it up and drowned it. The man watched her with awe as she swallowed.
"My god...Mary and Joseph." He whispered. Lara felt the burn all the way down to her stomach. For the first time since she left home she finally felt warm. Lara had been out on the road for about a month, rooming with strangers and traveling the back roads. She was hoping to get a ticket out of here to another place in the world.
"Do ye want 'nother one?"
She smiled as she held back a cough. "No, thank you though." he returned the smile and went back to work.
The door opened as a cocky old man with a wide tooth grin walked in and surveyed the room. He noticed a pretty lady sitting at the bar, looking at her empty glass. He staggered over and slid in beside her.
"Hey there pretty lass, th' name's Douglas."
Lara, already disliking the man and the whiskey on his breath, glanced at him and looked back at her glass. The man waved at the bartender and flashed a toothy grin as he motioned for two drinks.
Douglas leaned a little backwards in his seat and took a long look at Lara's derriere. He smiled again at Lara as he reached over and placed his hand there and rubbed affectionately.
"Wanna go with me somewhere a little more private?"
Lara pulled his fist back and punched him. The crunch of teeth being knocked out was heard. He fell off his bar stool landed with a crash to the floor. She kicked him in his side onto his back and pressed down into his chest with her boot.
"Do not ever touch me again, unless you want a new hole to breathe out of." She looked up at the bartender, who stared with fright in his eyes. Getting up off of him, she slammed her money onto the table and walked out the door. Lara started the bike and roared off again down the road.
The sound of another bike began to slowly come into her range of hearing. Turning her head, around she saw a man coming at her a black touring motorcycle. He rose up a gun and began to fire at her.
Ah bugger...probably after me for what I did, Lara thought, but no person is going to take pot shots at me.
She reached into her bag and pulled out one of her guns, she aimed behind her and fired. The front tire on the bike blew and began to spin out of control. The driver went flying over the handlebars and rolled over the blacktop.
Lara skidded the bike in a one-eighty and zoomed back the fallen motorcycle and its driver. She climbed off of it and walked towards the body.
The person rolled over and pointed the gun at her. Her fast reflexes kicked it out from the hand that gripped it. It went into the bushes across the road.
"Get up." She commanded. The rider balanced onto his hands and knees, and then clambered on up to stand. Lara's gun was on the taller person as the helmet came off.
Lara saw electric blue.
Memories began to flash before her eyes...