::Okay so I HAD to get away from Texas that place wasnt quite my style, if you know what I mean.  it didnt really help that BOTH my parents were murdered just weeks before I turned 16.  Hmm that would have been ten years ago now that I'm 26.  and it really doesnt help that these guys are most likely out looking for me *sigh* I guess thats how things go.  anyways I find myself  loooking under the hood of a modified 2009 Chevrolet camaro concept already lowered to the ground the car was all black with red halo lights. and a matching interior.  the hood of hte car was up as I leaned in to take a look  under the hood, shaking my head  my blue jeans covering long muscular legs with what looked like a Lara croft holster which held a very unique weapon a polished ninja sai with black leather wrapped handle and black and red tassles hanging from the hand on my right thigh.  I wore a tank top  which showed off the matching tribal phoneix tattoo on my right shoulder blade and two parelle scars that ran along the lenght of my spine the same one that was across the rear quarter panel of my ride which now sat idalling on the side of the road. The radio blasting "Sickness" by disturbed from the custom designed sound system ::

"This FUCKING figures."

::I growl to myself pulling out the dipstick from the oil tank of a modified V-8 engine grabbing a piece of cloth from the side and cleaning off the excess oil I shook my head replacing the dipstick back into teh tank still looking trying to figure out why my car wont start.  I tucked a strand of my raven black blood red streak waist lenght hair behind my ears as I lean across the engine block now discovering teh problem.  the fucking supercharger was  set wrong. Lovely.  I rolled my eyes again reaching across the scalding hot headers of teh engine to re adjust the supercharger's timing::

"that should work."

::I said feeling proud of myself  as I stood back shutting the hood of the car only to feel someone clamp their hand around my mouth so I wouldnt scream.  I elbowed my attacker in the stomach and turned to see a group of guys  surround me and my car and by the looks of these guys I was almost willing to bet they were not the LA welcome wagon.  the guy that grabbed me from behind finally caught his braeth before rearing back and connecting with a hard backhand which sent me hard against the hood of the camaro::

" that was not nice"

::he growled at me as I regained my balance.Did I not leave this shit behind me back in Dallas?  oh graet I gave him a smirk before standing in his face::

"aww the poor little baby's now butt hurt, beglad it was my elbow and not my blade"

::I shot back watching him get mad as his boys circled around the car each one with a baseball bat in hand as their leader grinned at me.::

" you know bad things happen to people like you."

::with that being said  a loud thwap was heard as I whipped my head around just in time to see his buddy leave a huge indentation in the aluminum panelling of my car. not cool. the guy smirked at me::

"YOu see we're going to play alittle game everytime you put your hands on me my boys will  leave a dent in your car."

:: I smirked::

"oh soo you mean everytime I do this.."

:: I rear back connecting with a straight punch that sent the guy to the floor the sound of glass shattering was heard as i look over to see his boy connect with the baseball bat the to driverside window okay so this asshole wasnt kidding the guy got to his feet holding his face as he grabbed a hand full of my hair::

" You know what I do to  Bitches like you."

:: I struggled to get out of his grip as he torqued my head back so I was looking up at him.the pain showing from my hair being pulled.  reaching for my blade standing close enought  so I could smell the liquor on his breath. oh that explains alot he and his buddies decided to get shit faced..  Still with a grip on my hair  the guy smiled in my face only to have his expression change from smug to shocked his eyes wide as goodyear tires.  Actually more like the BF goodrich G-Sports that were on my camaro, but thats another topic.  he let go of my hair and stumbled backas a glint of metal was shown in teh high noon sunlight the blood oozing from the stab wound in his stomach as a dark smirk crossed my black lipstick covered lip. by this time his boys  began to rush up and in one swift motion  I pulled a 35 milimeter handgun from my waist back  cocking it before leveling it at his buddy's head causing them to stop in their tracks::

" not a very smart thing to do bubba."

::I said with a hint of my texas accent as their leader slumped to teh ground the blood still  oozing from the wound I reached down grabbing teh leather wrapped handle and gave it a violent tug jerking if free of the man's flesh.  I was pretty sure he was either dead or slowly bleeding out which ever the case I really didnt care his buddies backed away still with the sidearm in my right hand and my now blood stained blade in my left still in a standoff with his crew as another voice was heard::

"Dont you assholes have anything better to do then to pick on women?"

:: I look up to see who this person was as they looked down at the bleeding man then back up at me with a low chuckle::

"not bad."

TBC by anyone