Hey guy! Ok so I know I said I wasnt going to change anything major but I have just a small side note. I thought it would make things more interesting if she just hates Reaver's guts at first because hes sucha bag of dicks. Don't worry, there will be some Reaver x Avril goodness saved for later, I promise you that.

Anyway, lets continue!

The Cliché Romance

Chapter Two

After about an hour of walking, Avril finally came to the sight of civilization. She saw the towering pipes of Bowerstone Industrial. Immediately she knew 'when' she was in Albion ."Hmm, I must be somewhere into the third one." she paused."Interesting" she sighed and resituated her bag on her shoulder and continued towards Bowerstone.

Once she entered the industrious town, she saw empty streets apart from the potential beggars sitting on the side of the roads. She just pushed through as the beggars watched her with open palms. She felt sad that she couldn't give anything to them, nothing they could use atleast. All she had were school supplies.

She came too an opening that was familiar, and she could hear what sounded like a riot. Avril walked closer to see what was going on. As she saw the crowd, it just dawned on her what was going on. There was a man standing on a wooden podium talking to the industrial workers.

"Reaver is exploiting us!" he began to shout.

"Oh no..." Avril knew exactly what was coming, but what could she do?"We deserve fair pay!" the man continued. The crowd was shouting in agreement with him as he talked. "We demand better working conditions! We're workers! We're not slaves!" Avril heard the first ring of Reaver's metal cane. Her stomach began crawling up to her throat as she felt compelled to warn this man to stop. "Reaver treats us like trash!We 're not going to take it anymore!" The second ring was heard, suddenly she felt her body move on its own, rushing towards the man. Next thing she knew, a gun shot was heard, and she lay on the ground next to the man.

Avril's eyes were shut tight, but when there was no sound to be heard she slowly opened them to see the man looking at her in shock and a fresh bullet hole in the center of the podium. As she looked around she noticed the crowd was staring at her and Reaver's gun was trained on her.

"Well well now. What have we here? A nosy little rat? A savior of the people?" Reaver said. Avril could only sit there and stare. She couldn't believe Reaver...she really was in Albion. Everything in her hoped it was a dream but it was hard to focus what with facing the barrel of a gun. "I say dear girl, you seem awfully far from home. Not many people dare to cross Reaver" He said, eyeing her. The chill reminded her that she was in her own clothes and not in what would be appropriate for Albion. She was in nothing but a black v neck tank top, and her blue jeans. Definitely not something you see everyday in Bowerstone.

Reaver looked away at the others in the crowd and began to speak. "As for you, I have been a generous man, and I shall show it to you if you keep pushing my little buttons." He said tapping his pistol to his hat."Now if you don't mind, I have a party to prepare for and I don't have time to play today. Now get back to work before I start handing out 'rewards'"It didn't take long for people to start getting back to work. They knew he meant business.

The riot leader looked at Avril. "Thank you for saving my life." He said. Avril smiled at him."Just try not to get on his bad side, ok?" she replied. He nodded and went back to work. She sighed and turned to walk away but was stopped by two men. When she looked closely at them she noticed it was Sir Walter Beck, and who she assumed to be the Prince. They quickly approached her. "That was bloody marvelous, what you did." Walter stated."What is your name, young lady?" Avril looked at him a bit taken back.

"Oh! My name is Avril Evans." she said nervously, grateful that she was in good company. Walter and the Prince smiled at her.

"Avril, well my name is Walter Beck and this here is Prince Hal. We are forming a rebellion, and I think we could use someone like you on our side. Would you be willing to help?" Walter asked. Avril looked at him and bit her lip. "Er... I mean, I don't know. I'm not much of a fighter. I mean.. i used to go shooting with my dad but anything else..."She wasn't sure if she was cut out to be part of a rebellion. She would have to fight and she just wasn't ready for that smiled. " Don't worry, lass. I'm sure we can find a place for you. You won't have to work on the front lines"

Even with him saying that she wasn't sure... But if she could stay in a safe place. It would be worth it. Avril looked up at Walter, hesitating." Sure, I'll help however I can"

Walter and the Prince smiled. "Splendid! We are heading to the Bowerstone Resistance right now, you should join us. This way!" Walter lead the way down to the sewers. This was something Avril was NOT looking forward too. But it had to be done, sadly.

Once they were inside the sewers, they arrive through the barricade of men, protecting the hideout. Luckily,as planned, Page was there to save them before they were shot. They were then taken back to Page's room and discuss what the Prince had to do in order for trust to be established. Within minutes, the Prince stormed through the doors and set out to do his good deeds. Meanwhile, Avril sat at one of the desks awaiting for her 'sentence'.

"Are you sure we can trust her? Just look at how she's dressed. She's clearly not from around here. Why would she care about us, when she didn't even understand what's going on?" Page had a point , to some extent. She wasn't from here, and she had no involvement with the customs of Albion. But that didn't mean she didn't care. Plus, she had an idea.

"Excuse me, Page?" Walter and Page paused and looked over at Avril. She sighed and hoped that she could talk her way out of this mess. "I know it's impossible to ask you to trust a total stranger. But believe me when I say I want to help." she paused for a moment." I can't stand seeing people oppressed like this, nor can I stand to see children have their childhood taken from them, such as they have. I swear to you I will do what I can to help you." Page looked at her sternly, but Walter couldn't be more impressed. This is harder then she thought.

"Alright then." Page stated. "I heard rumors that Reaver is having another one of his parties tonight. I need you to go and confirm this. Once I have the ok, I will need to send a few of my men to pay him a little visit."

'Well that was easy' Avril thought to herself. "Actually, Page. When I was at the little riot, I heard Reaver say he was getting ready for a party. So I think it's safe to assume that these rumors are true." Page's eyes widened a bit and stared at her in disbelief. Walter just chuckled.

"You see there. Just arrived and she's already a step ahead of you. HAHA!"Avril rubbed her head and laughed nervously. 'you have no idea...' she thought to herself.

"Well it's settled then. Once the Prince finishes up with his chores, we will see about getting more information from Swift about Aurora. In the meantime I will send Kidd and my men to Reaver's little party and see what information they can get." Walter smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

Page leaned over her map and glared down at Millfields."Now we play the waiting game."

A/N

Thanks again everyone for your support. I hope to finish these soon so I can continue working on the rest of the story.