The Road of Fame – Part 3 of NaStySuMo

So today the third instalment of my NaStySuMo story. August proving to be a very good example of how planning a month does not necessarily mean that you can do with the month as you want. I had planned to get ahead of my stories so that I can devote the full month of August to my NaStySuMo story. Alas, things weren’t meant to be as I had to study for a stupid waste of time test and had a bit of an emotional boat rocking experience which sapped my creative genius. Yesterday was the first day that I had a good day’s writing. And then, lol, this morning.

The great thing about writing is that it waits for you. Kim Harrison, one of my favourite authors, taught me this. So, without further waiting, I present to you part 3 of Fame’s adventure.

Road of Fame – Part 3

She was in the back store room when she heard the alarm sound. It made Fame pause, thinking that the bank was having a drill. It was only when she heard shouting and the sound of her dog barking ferociously when she realized that something was wrong.

“Dogmeat!” She yelled as she dropped the box and stormed outside. “Dog…”

Two gunshots shattered through the air, one punching her to the ground and the other dragging a yelp from Dogmeat unlike she had ever heard. With her ears ringing as she tried to breathe and gather her senses, Fame saw the silhouette of four people behind the counter, their faces covered in masks. As one cursed seeing her withering in pain on the floor, another raised his gun and fired another shot.

Dogmeat’s yelp was his last and it jerked through Fame like an attack on her very own soul.

“You shouldn’t have shot her!” She heard one of the masked men shout. “Damned it man…” He started to climb over the counter but – savaged into action by Dogmeat’s death, Fame managed to find the coherence and strength to move. Stumbling to her knees she slammed the store room’s door shut just before the man reached her and locked it. Gasping for air, unable to stop the cry of pain that escaped her lips, she clutched the place above her breast bone where she had been shot.

“Shit,” she breathed and pressed her hand against her shoulder in a desperate attempt to make the pain stop. “Shit…” There was a loud bang on the door as one of the robbers tried to kick it open. Fame shut her eyes and swallowed against the taste of blood in her mouth.

“Open up!” She heard a man shout from the other side. “Open up this damned door!”

Closing her eyes, nauseated by the sight of her own blood, Fame reached into her back open and took out her PSP, curling up against the door, hoping that her body weight would keep it closed. She heard another curse from the other room and loud sirens from outside.

“Shit Pete!” A voice she had not heard before shouted. “The Law’s here, it’s only a matter of time before…”

“Don’t worry,” Another speaker with a voice that struck her as being too calm said. “We have a hostage don’t we?”

Fame shivered in pain and fear but took a deep breath and forced herself to become calm. “Oh no you don’t,” she whispered and turned on her PSP. Then she closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again, not alone in the room anymore.

At first the brunette woman had her back turned towards her, her muddy boots inches from Fame’s face, allowing her to smell the wet aroma of moss and mud and wet leather. She wore a pair of black cargo pants that was tucked into her boots and a black tank top, just as muddy as her boots. The wounded shop assistant turned her gaze upwards just in time to see the woman turn around sharply and point her two magnums at her. When their gazes met the woman immediately cursed and turned around frustrated, holstering her weapons.

“Fame, by everything holy, why do you summon me now?!” The woman closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose before looking at Fame again. “And what are you doing on the floor?”

Fame swallowed and tried to sit up. “Ah… hello, Lady Croft.” She said, trying to keep her tone of voice light. “I’m sorry to be bothering ye at this hour, ah realize that ye were busy but,” she swallowed, the pain making her dizzy. “But I’m in a tad bit o’trouble.”

Lara Croft blinked at Fame and, just as there was another crash against the door, hunched down and grabbed her shoulder. “You are wounded,” she exclaimed in surprise, “what is happening here Fame?”

Again, Fame swallowed and tried to take deep breaths. “Ah think they robbed the bank,” she said. “And now they wanna to take me hostage. They say the Law’s on the way, but this here is Hereford, save for the police, there aren’t anybody else. The closest quarters are in Shrewsbury. I’m sorry for bothering ye, but ah need help.”

“No shit,” Lara breathed and looked at the door. “Come on Fame, move away from the door.” She pulled the young woman up by her good shoulder and moved her so to the back of the storeroom so that she could put her behind some cabinets. Fame, still clutching her PSP, couldn’t help but whimper in pain as Lara carefully set her down and draw her guns again.

“Don’t kill anyone, ah won’t be able to explain.” Fame said through clenched teeth as the Tomb Raider moved to the door. “An’ don’t get hurt, Dogmeat… He’s…” Her vision blurred but she fought back. “I’m gonna pause the game, that gives ye five minutes, unless ah extend it.”

The brunette didn’t look back as she trained her weapons on the door.

“Five is all I need.”

To Be Continued…

12 thoughts on “The Road of Fame – Part 3 of NaStySuMo

  1. Antonio August 11, 2010 / 4:45 pm

    OK, I wasn’t expecting Lara Croft to show up. (grin) If i could summon a video game star I think it would be Mrs. Pac-Man…”chomp-chomp-chomp” Not only because it’s “old school” but because it would be really freaky, right? Good start MissAlyss. 😉

    • Alyssa August 12, 2010 / 12:33 am

      *laughs* It would!! Ever read Stephen King? that kind of creepy. 🙂
      I didn’t expect her either, truth be told, and actually didn’t want her there. But, the problem is that she’s an icon, and if I say her name, people will know who she is. Creating a similar kind of character wouldn’t have worked, lol.

      Mr. Pac Man would have his turn. 😉

  2. Marsha August 12, 2010 / 12:17 am


    • Alyssa August 12, 2010 / 12:33 am

      I know. I feel terrible.

  3. Satisne August 12, 2010 / 5:55 am

    I echo the sentiment – the dog could just have been wounded seriously and spent the rest of the story at the vet…… sies! Have to wonder what Lady Croft was doing when she was summoned (seeing the comment of – “why do you summon me now?” A quest interrupted or an intriguing evening cut short – its a lucky thing then that she only needs 5 minutes. Like the idea of summoning people and they actually listen or appear, i need some of that in my life. Nicely done this is certainly going to get very interesting. I am enjoying the story. s

    • Alyssa August 12, 2010 / 2:14 pm

      Again, I feel terrible. I’m very fond of Dogmeat.
      A worthy companion and friend.
      But, 🙂 it was needed. 😉

  4. suziwong August 12, 2010 / 8:55 am


    • Alyssa August 12, 2010 / 2:15 pm

      What? No scolding me over the dog?
      🙂 Thanks for reading!

  5. Ryan August 13, 2010 / 4:57 am

    I won’t scold you either. I’m too sad about the dog to do that. 😦 Lara Croft to save the day is a nice touch! Brilliant, as you’re fond of saying. -lol-

    • Alyssa August 19, 2010 / 12:08 am

      🙂 thank you Ryan! lol. And thank you for not scolding me. 😉

  6. Mel August 15, 2010 / 2:19 pm

    Hello Lara!!! Haha… brilliant twist!
    Should I scold you again about killing animals in stories?
    Moving on to the next! (skipping out of the room to find another Alyss story)

    • Alyssa August 19, 2010 / 12:02 am

      lol. I always wanted her to just magically appear. Then I’d bloody well beat her to a pulp for all the times she fell off of cliffs and died bloody deaths.
      Okay. At my hands but still, she shoulda known better.

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