Tayla sat at the bar, swigging her cheap beer that tasted like somebody brewed in a metal barrel in their garage. The untalented boy with greasy uncared for hair wailed into the microphone somewhere in the back, some whiny song written to a girl about how his testicles exploded in his face when he saw her, and how he wished she would wrap her mouth around him. Some guy with a pink neck on the opposite end of the bar was rubbing up some girl with bushy curly hair. Then when she threw her drink on him he got aggressive and packed a punch across her jaw. A general sprawl broke out as people leaped to the girl's revenge. Tayla rolled her eyes and looked back down at her drink. She realised she had finished it. She scratched in her pockets for a coin and couldn't find another. She pushed herself away from the bar and strolled out the bar. Some guy that reeked of alcohol stepped infront of her. He leaned down and pressed his cold blue lips against her ear, she couldn't make out what he said through the slurs but she knew she didn't have time for it. "Back off pal, I'm too good for you" Tayla pushed him back and saw he was that cocky guy with one eye from a few nights ago "You" she hissed. The corner of his lip twitched up and she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him toward the exit of the club. 

The bouncer stepped out the way as Tayla literally threw the guy out the bar and he landed in the street and staggered for a bit. "Come now baby don't be like that" he slurred and a car zoomed blowing it's horn at him. "Ah fight me ya bas-" the guy stumbled back tripping over himself. Tayla stormed over to him, grabbed him by the throat and carried him, slamming him into the wall. "I told you, stay out." Tayla looked up at the man with slitted eyes. "B-baby give me tonight, I can make you -" He was cut of by her chocking him and gurgled. "Don't try that with me, pig" she snarled and pulled back her arm. The man tried to pry her fingers off his throat and she released him slightly, only to slam her fist square into his jaw. Two teeth flew out his mouth as his head was tossed back and hit the wall. She let him fall and the man fell backwards and slid down the wall. He regained a bit of conciousness, he punched out towards Tayla and she ducked. She she rose to strike back she drew her sword and in the other hand formed a fist. Her long katana slid easily out the expensive alien-leather sheath and became an extension of her arm. Her fist flew straight and true straight into the man's nose. Shattering it and driving it back into his skull. 

Now Tayla held the immobile man at the end of her sword. Passer-bys were staring them. "Tell your buddies we have no space for shit in this neighbourhood. And if they don't believe you give me a call." She let the man fall on the ground and crawl away with one hard kick to the stomach. She sulked off down the road, the streetlights gave the road an orange glow and when the street was at last empty she broke into a run and spread her wings. Taking off was difficult but once she was in the air it was easy to glide between skyscrapers and over the streets. The city looked quiet at night, the majority of law-abiding citizens safe and warm in the beds. Away from the slums. In the industrial area of the city was a broken down warehouse. She glided down to the parking lot and fell onto her knees. Sliding the noisy wooden door to the side she uncovered her old, trusty ship, outdated, old, falling apart but she'll get you from A to B. Hopefully. 

Inside the ship a computer blurted out the days news and weather report while Tayla pulled on her over sized T-shirt and boxers. CDs and books lay everywhere and Tayla tossed a pile of take away boxes off her "bed' before falling into it. The bed was really several cheap mattresses she had acquired over the years with a few blankets, a pillow and an old soft toy from her childhood. She lay there in the dark, some politician slowly saying the same thing over in several different word orders over the radio, and wondered. If she really did get to Gortex? Would life really improve? With her eyes closed she imagined two realities, one where she would end her life tomorrow morning and one where she would be back on her home planet: her mum, brother and pets running around happily. And she would feel the warm sun on her face, and she'd discuss boys and clothes with her friends and her mum would welcome her home with a smile and a warm plate of never ending food. But of course she neither could happen and with heavy shoulders, she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.