A/N: Second chapter already! Woot woot. I'm working on writing the fourth chapter right now since I've not been so busy. This chapter brings Allison more into teh story and you learn about her. Oh and if you're noticed, I'm writing in 3rd person weirdly...

Chapter 2

Allison walked into the bar, immediately bumping into someone. "Sorry," she groaned. After the day she had, it was no surprise she would run into someone. She looked up at the person and saw he was grinning at her. His hair was sandy colored and looked a mess.

"Mhmm…" was his response as he looked her over. She felt a blush rising on her face and snuck past the blue eyed guy.

Allison proceeded to bump into someone else on the way to the bar. The person said, "Sorry." The feminine voice caused Allison to look up.

'Thank goodness. Not another guy.' "S'okay," she smiled. The woman had dirty blond colored hair and hazel eyes, she noticed. "I'm really clumsy tonight I guess." She rushed past Allison, who was bee-lining to get to the bar. She just wanted to relax and have a drink, not run into people and get all flustered. A waitress approached her, asking what she wanted. Allison pulled out a few bills and handed them to the waitress while saying, "Can I get a…beer, please?" The waitress nodded and walked away. Allison sat down on a seat in front of the bar. A few people around her, mostly guys, smiled at her. Allison rolled her eyes. All she wanted was to relax. A beer bottle was sat down in front of her and she said her thank you to the waitress behind her.

After half an hour and two beers later, a short haired European man was trying to talk to her and make conversation. She rolled her eyes. 'This guy really needs to give it up.' Allison just wanted to be left alone tonight. Any other day people wouldn't bother with her when she looked mopey. Allison finally spoke up and said, "Look buddy. Just buzz off." The man looked at her with a disgusted face before getting up and walking away. This made he beam. 'By myself at last.' She knew she wasn't technically by herself in the jam-packed bar, but it was as close as she would get.

Her thoughts began to wander. Allison wondered how she could get more money to move. The little café she worked under the table for was giving her chump change, which just got her by. 'Maybe he could hire me full time…' The thought diminished when she remembered her last job.

The store got raided and burned down. She couldn't fully understand why. 'Maybe it's my fault. Maybe because of what I can do?' Allison shook the thought away and got up from her seat. Working through the maze of a crowd, she got to the bathroom. Allison walked in and shut herself into a stall. Once in the stall, she envisioned her little apartment a few miles away. Her living room came to mind and when she opened her eyes, she was standing in her living room. The first thing she set eyes on was a picture of her smiling parents hanging on the wall by the television. Allison frowned. 'I've gotta get the nerve to take that down.'

Allison's past was confusing. Her parents put her up for adoption at the age of seven. From the age of eight to twelve, she bounced from foster home to foster home. Most families said they got "weird vibes" from her. When she turned thirteen, Allison ran off from the last family. They sent out a missing person's report but that didn't end well. Now ever since, people seem to ask if she's Allison Bishop-the girl who went missing overseas. She always lied, giving the person asking a false name to avoid unneeded trouble. God knows she had enough of that. Other weird people were after her. Though their intentions were different; they wanted to kill her. One of them mentioned the name "Paladin" to her, so she assumed that was whoever wanted her dead. Allison still had no clue why.

She felt her eyes drift shut. It was close to 10:30 now. After the day at work, she was tired. Bussing tables and doing inventory all day was easy, but it was extremely boring. Allison made her way into her bedroom. She pulled off her black Converse and tossed them in the corner of her room. Allison threw herself onto her bed and shut her eyes, waiting for sleep to take her away.

A/N: Please review! I love to hear your thoughts. ( Yes, even flames.)