Skipper Dall

I was wiping down the tables after a busy night, not that I don't wipe them down every night. I try my best to keep a clean bar. I find it weird, a fifteen year old working at a bar, alone with no parent supervision. I was just about to lock up the doors when two customers walked in. They looked like they had a rough day. They where quite intimidating, well, coming from me every one is intimidating. Always having to look up just to meet someone's eyes, being 5"4 is no fun, always being called pathetic or tiny. That's ok, I just read away the scars that form on my heart. Books are the key to a fantasy world where no one can harm me."Hey! Little one, come get me a drink!" I quickly snapped out of my imaginary world. I looked to whoever called my name and was a little shocked. It was a woman wearing furs and yielding a strange weapon on her back. She had the palest skin I have every seen. I was afraid at first jumping to terrible conclusions such as bazerkers and vampires. I knew they where silly thoughts but still possible. I nervously walked over to her, ready to grab my dagger at any signs of a threat. "What can I get you?" I asked trying to make my voice clear and understandable. " You, know I had a long day, I think a shot of rye should do me good." she replied. Now I was at full attention I could hear her strong soothing accent. It was smooth and rolled off her tongue and the words wrapped right around her blood red lips. "Ok, your drink will be with you in a sec." I tried not to stutter. I had the chills that day, something just didn't seem right. I walked over to the other table almost falling in the act. I blushed, it was quite embarrassing. "Excuse me Ma'am? " I tried getting the other customers attention but she was to busy fidgeting with a walkie-talkie. I cleared my throat. "Excuse me Ma'am can I get you something to eat or drink?" I said it a little louder while tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and sat up straight. I gasped, a little surprised. She looked to much like my mother to be real. She had beautiful wavy brown hair that slightly flicked up at the end although I wouldn't want to run my fingers through it, it looked a little greasy. The stranger had swap green eyes just like my mother. I have ever only seen pictures of my mother, I was told she died giving birth to me. The only thing that was different in appearance was a scar that ran from the bottom of her eye to the end of her nose. I realized that I was starring for a bit to long so I quickly looked down at my shoes, I could use a new pair I thought. I realized that the stranger had her face dangerously close to mine. I was about to grab my dagger but I stopped when I heard what she was saying. "Hello! Anyone home?" She flicked me in the forehead. "Oh, sorry um... would you like a drink?" I asked as I rubbed my head. " you got any applejuice?" She asked. " Sure one second." I quickly ran to the storage room to get their drinks that they have been waiting for. I heard talking between the two of them. It sounded like fighting but I wasn't quite sure. I peeked around the corner but I saw no weapons drawn. They where actually having a civilized conversation about that walkie-talkie that the stranger had earlier. I just put the drinks on the table when I heard a rumbling noise outside. It happened so fast. At first I was tackled by the one wearing fur. Then I heard a gun shot and glass shatter. " It's the freakin' rebels!" Shouted the other stranger. I got grabbed by the arm from the one in fur and pulled out the back door. "My name is Feral, come with me if you want to live." said the one in furs. I slightly nodded and then was dragged to a carriage . The carriage was being pulled by a horse with native symbols painted on it. I quickly climbed onto the seat and Feral sat beside me. The horse started to go and soon all I could see was smoke in the distance where my home town use to be.