Thank you to those who reviewed! I really appreciate it(: I'll keep working at it, so here's chapter two. Karma. I don't own anything.

Karma

So quit the pointing finger,

Remember it is pointing back at you.

Always first to judge, oh, but the guilty one is you.

I know I ain't no saint, but I know I ain't as bad as you.

Don't you think it's time to change

And maybe become a better you.

- Karma, Lady

one drink, just one drink. Yeah, that's what she told herself before entering the bar. Before her run in with that psychopath by the name of 'Tig'. Groaning as she sat up Olga ran her fingers through her cropped and matted hair, she leaned over and lit a cigarette, taking a quick glance at the clock she groaned again. Why the fuck was she awake so early?

Happy awoke to a pounding at his door, "Hap! Church!" Happy grumbled under his breath a 'fuck off' before rolling over to the edge of the bed. He held his head with his elbows at his knees, with a groan he stood and popped his back. Grabbing a T-shirt off the floor, he took a wiff and decided it was clean enough. He entered the main area of the clubhouse and whistled, last nights patch in party had swept through like a hurricane. Gemma had pulled their ears for being so fucking late, it was Tig's idea to stop in and start pre-gaming before entering Charming. They knew better than to listen to the wack-job, but they did anyway. When they came shuffling in the door Gemma had marched right too them and gave em' an ear full. The party had already begun, Jax and Opie were already so far gone you could barely get a coherent hello from either, it was a night worth celebrating. The two idiot's had earned their keep and were finally patched in.

On her way out of the diner, Olga jumbled her keys and headed to her car. The afternoon sun was hot on her back, making her wish she had chosen a colder environment, but the mountains and the crisp night air made her steer straight into the desert land. It called to her, she was so used to the cold, bitter air of Russia. She needed the sun. Pulling out of the parking lot she heard a rumble to her left, a group of biker's sped past her. They wore the same attire as the men before, only these men wore a different symbol on their backs. "Mayans" Olga muttered to herself, before turning to trail behind them, silently hoping they weren't heading into the town called charming. She was done with bikers after last night.

They all sat around the intricate reaper carved into the wooden table, hooting and cheering when Clay congratulated his son-in-law and Opie. The two sat near the end of the table, not yet earning a place up front. Happy sat in his chair the recognized him as the enforcer, a title he had rightfully men got serious when the discussion of Mayans came into play. Ever since their "truce" the Mayans have been pushing at their borders, trying to sell their product in the neighborhoods of charming, Kozik had stated, and the men nodded their heads in acknowledgment. "I say we push back," Happy put in his two sense, and Tig agreed. Clay was silent for a moment pondering their movement. "Too many of our men have died, we're only now coming into a time of peace." Bobby made a point, he was always trying to look for a pacifist way of doing things. Happy couldn't disagree more.

The sky had grown dark and the stars shined brightly above. Olga let her hand flow through the air of her open window, a soft peace overcame her. Directly in front of her, the full moon stood proud, but the slight red coloring gave her a chill. "Blood on the moon," she recalled her grandmother telling her a story about it when she was younger and asked about the 'strange red mist', she had called it. "Something is about to change, and not for the better moy rebenok." That night, her grandfather died of a heart attack.

They offered for him to stay another night in Charming, but he still had duties to his Tacoma charter, Hap promised Gemma he would stop at some motel for the night on his way back. The air bit against his face, he was thankful he had chosen to wear his skull mask, and glasses. Clay had told him to watch his back, the Mayans had been tailing the Sons. Kozik had a few threatening shots in his direction a few nights back on his way from Tacoma, taking a trip out of, or into, Charming had proven dangerous. Happy smirked, let the fuckers try something. Just as the thought passed he heard a rumble of a bike start up behind him and tires squeal in the direction he was riding. Shit.

Olga heard the squeal of tires and saw the headlights of two motorcycles ahead of her, she let out a sigh and rolled her eyes which widened as the sound of gunfire echoed into the air. "Fuck!" A bullet recashade and shattered her windsheild, Another pierced her shoulder. The first bike went down as she passed, noticing it was the man behind him whom was firing. "Sukin syn!" She shouted and hooked a left into the motorcycle,laying it down, dragging the man into the ditch along with it. She punched the break, and parked her car, pulling out her gun she walked carefully to the man laying on his stomach. "Mayan," She muttered remembering the group that had passed her earlier, the rest couldn't be far behind. She kicked the guy over, her gun still leveled on him. He was still breathing, most likely concussed. Her breathing was heavy as she took a small step closer, before she could neal, a gunshot rang through her ears, and brain matter splattered her white tink-top. She quickly turned and had her gun at the first man's head, his gun pointing to hers as well. His head was bleeding badly , and it looked like there was blood dripping from under his cut, mostly likely a gunshot wound. It reminded her of her shoulder, and she hissed as it throbbed, but she didn't lower her weapon. She stared into his eyes, which looked oddly familiar, they were as wild as an animal backed into a corner. He was willing to shoot her at any sudden movement, hers were no different. She let out a gasp as he started to sway, she took a step towards him but stopped in her tracks as he shot at her feet. "Don't fucking move," he growled out, his breathing short and gasping. Her eyes widened, she knew that voice. His eyes rolled back and he was on his back before she even knew what was happening, "Dammit." Above her, a cloud rolled over the moon, and the dim red lighting faded.

moy rebenok- my child

Sukin syn- son of a bitch