Okay guys this is actually my second attempt at a Create Your Own Story. I found that these are much much more involved than just a regular story since I'm basically writing 4 different versions. But I hope I can actually stick with this one, or at least get farther along than the first two chapters. I've had this story in a journal of mine for years. Hehe. Just shows how never throwing anything away can lead to inspiration again! xD

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Chapter 1

You are a young woman who has been traveling with a band of street performers due to certain...circumstances. But despite the ways in which you ended up here you've grown accustomed to this life. Being on the road can be exciting, and you never know what will happen next. You've even made a friend. His name is Erikur. You call him Erik for short though. He's the same age as you coincidentally. He's tall, a bit lanky, with the lithe fluidity of a gymnast's body. He has sandy blonde hair and sea foam green eyes. You two have become quite close during your stay with the street performers.

You walk around the camp as people are setting up. You don't have much to do at the moment since you usually just manage the ticketing and sales of the performance. Erik comes up to you and asks if you want to have a look around the place, maybe go get a drink? You agree with the idea, and the two of you make your way towards town.

You hear a ruckus coming from a nearby tavern. It seems like something is going on in there. You and Erik decide to check it out.

It is dark and musty inside. You cough a little as your lungs inhale the smoke of tobacco and the stench of stale air. Your eyes adjust and you spy a group of men sitting at a table discussing something animatedly. One fellow catches your eye though. He has wild black hair, devilish good looks, and an air about him that teases the senses. He was dressed roguishly, all dark colors with a splash of a red sash belt at his waist. He seemed to be in the center of the dispute, and yet was the only one remaining calm. Suddenly, one of the men grabbed the black haired one by the scruff of his shirt. And then all hell broke loose. There were fists being flung everywhere. Chairs were broken. Yelling, scrabbling men whipped themselves at each other.

You either:

A.) Race into the middle of the fight and try to help the black haired man

B.) Cower behind Erik. You're just a girl after all and you can't fight.

C.)Pull out the gun you had hidden in your shirt and shoot it at the ceiling.

D.)Grab all the food you can while everyone is distracted. Why waste an opportunity?

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER A...

The dark haired man gives a low chuckle as you hit the last member of the brawl upside the head with a bottle of rum. Once he goes down you take a look at all the unconscious bodies around you. Wow. What a fight that was.

"My, you fight well for a girl", the stranger says to you.

You quirk an eyebrow at him. "Uhm, thanks?" (I guess...)

He rubs his bruised knuckles, and wipes a bit of blood from his lip. "I can't believe those bastards got the jump on me like that", he says with a bit of humor.

You step closer to him and put your hands on your hips. "What was all that even about?"

He smirks at you, and you try not to notice how it makes your heart flutter. "Do you always jump into a fight without even knowing what it's about?"

You feel your face get hot at that. He does have a bit of point... "Do you always answer a question with a question?" you shoot back at him.

His smirk widens. "Touche". He passes you on his way out the door, and turns to look over his shoulder, "If you want to have some fun come meet me at the docks at Dusk." Your eyes widen. "Don't be late."

"Who does that guy think he is!?" Erik says. You jump as he startles you. You actually forgot he was even there. "Not even a thank you for saving his sorry ass!" Erik huffs indignantly. He turns to you with furrowed brows. "You're not actually thinking of going to meet that guy are you?"

You pause as you think it over. "I..."

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER B...

You clutch Erik's shirt as he backs you both into a corner. You're glad he's there to protect you from the mayhem going on all around you. Whoops. Spoke too soon. Suddenly Erik is hit in the face by a wayward elbow. He doubles over in pain.

"Erik!" You try to turn him around so you can see the damage, when a large, callused hand grabs you. A scream rips through your throat as you try to fend off the unwanted hand clamped around your arm. You squeeze your eyes tight in preparation for the blows that will most certainly come.

You feel the hand gripping your arm disappear, and hear a sickening crunch, then thump. You open your eyes to see a pair of glittering green eyes staring back at you. They briefly flick over your figure, then back down to the slumped body of what must have been your attacker.

You glance around the rest of the room and notice that everyone else is either gone, or knocked unconscious. You look back at the stranger who saved you, and see him adjusting his clothes, and rubbing at his bruised knuckles.

Swallowing back your nerves you say, "T-thank you." He barely glances in your direction before saying, "This is no place for a delicate flower like you. Go home."

You try not to show that his words stung you.

"Hey! No need to be rude!" Erik says from behind you. You glance back at him and see him clutching a bloody cloth to his nose. Ouch. That must hurt.

The stranger doesn't even turn around to look at Erik. "Pipe down runt. Wasn't talkin' to you."

You reach out, as if to calm the two. "Please, no need to fight."

"He started it..." Erik mumbles.

The black haired man rolls his eyes and strolls forward almost touching your shoulder as he passes. "Look girly, you'll need better protection than Sir Galahad over here if you want to survive in this world." He gestures to Erik with his thumb. "If you want to see what real men look like come meet me at the docks at Dusk." He tossed you a halfhearted wave as he exited the disarrayed building.

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER C...

You fired one deafening shot at the ceiling causing everyone to duck. No one wanted to get shot! The fight quickly dissipated, and most of the men fled. Some stayed though since there was still booze being served, and hey why not?

The dark haired man quickly took notice of you though, and cockily strode right up to you. He whistled at you, glancing at the still smoking pistol. "Thanks for saving my neck back there. You sure are a little spitfire aren't you?"

You shrug, deftly holstering the gun into the back of your pants and tucking your shirt over it for cover. "Who wants to know?"

The man leans closer to you, using his height to effectively tower over you. He whispers in your ear, "The answer to that question can be found at the docks if you meet me at Dusk." And with that said he made his way out with all the confidence of the cat that caught the canary.

You stare after his form, even after he was gone.

"So...What did he want?" Erik said next to you. You glance over at him, remembering that he was there. You shook your head. "Nothing." Before Erik could say anything more you started to walk off.

IF YOU CHOSE ANSWER D...

You quickly sneak through the pouncing bodies, deftly dodging a foot or two as you cross the room. You swipe as many rolls of bread you can fit in your shirt, fruit, bottles of mead, potatoes, a sweetcake or two to share with Erik if he played his cards right. You feel like you can't take on anymore, and notice that the room seemed a lot quieter than it was before. You look up behind a counter, and notice one lone man standing amidst the overturned tables and slumped bodies.

He's staring at you.

You stand up awkwardly, holding your bounty in your clothes, praying none of it falls out. His shoulders are shaking as he clutches his sides. A snort is ripped from his nostrils. He's laughing at you. You feel a smile tug at your lips too. His laughter is kinda infectious.

"You're a real animal!" He says in between chuckles.

You raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Quick hands like that are a good skill to have." He's composed himself a bit more, and licks at his bloody lip, rubbing his jaw where he must have been socked pretty hard judging by the quickly forming bruise.

"Ah...yeah...Would you like some?" You offer. It's only polite to share.

He shakes his head with a smirk. "No thanks, but if you want to put those skills to use come to the docks at Dusk." And with that said he made his way across the room, and out the door being mindful of his injuries.

Erik stepped up beside you with his own armful of goodies, "What did that guy say about you? I was kinda preoccupied." He gestured to his food stash.

You think back and say, "He said something about me being an animal with quick hands. And meeting up with him to put my skills to use...I think."

Erik's eyes popped wide open. "What!?" His arms dropped at his sides and all his food went spilling out.

"Hey!" The owner of the tavern came out of hiding from the back room. "What are you guys doing with all that food!? You got the coin to pay for that!?"

You grab Erik by the arm and yell, "Run!"

 

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Well that's it! It's the start anyway. And I know that all the decisions ended up with the same outcome, but still I just gotta get them to a certain point and then they'll break off. Trust me. Please please please review! I'd love to know what you think.