Lane Ryker's Story

Lane had been out all morning driving in his truck. He needed some supplies for food, as well as buy some wood carving stuff. He took his time driving back home to his cabin on the mountain. It was literally a cabin on a mountain. His land he owned covered the entire mountain, so a year or so back he decided to open up the natural trails there to the public. Business has been booming, and Lane has enjoyed seeing everyone. Some of the people who go to the trails often will usually visit Lane up on top of the mountain. That is if they're up to the treck. Pulling into the parking lot of the trails he waved to a few of the park rangers there. Most of them were leaving, due to whispers of a storm rolling in soon.

Lane pulled up to a gate, getting out and unlocking it. Pulling through the gate he locked it again. The gate was to protect his driveway from anyone who thought it was a trail. The trail he takes does cross a few paths, and some people have wandered onto it, so Lane made sure to drive slow. He started to zone out after a while, his mind filling with thoughts about what he's going to do today. He just about missed the girl who was right in the middle of his path. Lane cussed, slamming on his breaks. He quickly cut the engine and jumped out. He could hear someone running away, as well. "Hey!....HEY!" Lane yelled, trotting a few steps forward before deciding it was useless the peruse whoever they were. Lane turned back to the fallen girl. Her forehead as badly gashed, thus Lane paid more attention to that.

He pressed two fingers to her neck, while also investigating the bleeding wound. After feeling a steady, if not fast, heart beat he picked up the girl, holding her under her legs and upper back, Bridal style. She was very light, and it actually surprised Lane. Hurrying to his truck he managed to open the passenger door. Carefully sliding the girl into the seat he buckled her up, and jogged to the other side of his truck. Jumping in he cranked the engine and booked it down the trail, honking every time someone was in his way. They always yelped or screamed, not expecting to hear a car horn all the way up here. Soon he was on a gravel drive way, and on a flattened out piece of land was a good sized cabin mansion. In front of it was a lovely garden, and in back of it, attached, was a 4 car garage.

Not even bothering to pull into the garage Lane jumped out of the car. He could hear barking coming from the house, but he ignored his dog, Mayhem, paying more attention to the unknown girl he met. Hurrying over to her side Lane pulled open the door, and took her out of the truck. Jogging inside he unlocked the door and went inside. The dog, Mayhem, barked and jumped. "Mayhem, down!" Lane ordered, the massive husky instantly backing down and sitting. Lane trotted up stairs to the second level of the house, going into the guest bedroom. He laid down the woman, giving her a once over, still paying a lot of attention to the still bleeding gash, and hurried out of the room. He came back 2 minutes later with a medical supplies kit. 'Thank god for my medical training...' Lane thought as he opened up the kit. He quickly fixed the woman's head, dabbing up the blood and putting a pad of gauze, taped down, over it. There was no need for stitches. Then he grabbed a flash light. Forcing open the woman's eyes he pointed it into her eyes. They responded, thankfully.

Lane sighed, rubbing his stubbly mouth as he looked at the woman. Now that he was actually focused on all of her.... She was incredibly beautiful. His lips pursed as he went over and cleaned up the mess he made with the med stuff. Leaving the room he shut the door firmly behind him. "Mayhem, come!", Lane called. Instantly the dog ran upstairs, his tail wagging. "Sit here and don't move. Bark when you hear her wake up," Lane instructed. The dog just sneezed in his face. Lane's lips pursed once again as he pat the dog on the head, and walked away.

Lane was in the kitchen when he heard Mayhem bark. Looking up from the tea he was stirring in a coffee cup he quickly picked it up, taking it with him as he trotted up the stairs. "Good boy. Go downstairs," Lane said, petting the dog before coming into view of the woman. She looked in pain, and sick. Lane frowned as he stood in the doorway. He stood there for a few seconds before wordlessly walking over to the night stand next to the woman, keeping a wary eye on her. She looked even worse up close. Setting the cup of tea down on the table he took a few large steps back. "The tea will help with any nausea, or head aches," Lane said quietly, gesturing to the steaming cup. He went silent again, waiting for the woman's next move.

Lane stood at the edge of the room, watching watch him. His features were hard, and he wasn't showing much emotion, other than the curiosity glistening in his eyes. "No idea. I was driving up to my house, and I almost run into you," Lane says, "I got out of my car, I could hear someone running, but.... You had a gash on your forehead, and it was bleeding pretty badly. I decided to take you up to my home to get better." Lane studied the woman as he talked, watching her features change. She seemed nice enough, and so far she was relatively good company. He was glad that she actually trusted him enough that she drank the tea that was made.

There was a bark from downstairs, indicating someone was at the front door. Lane's lips pursed as he pushed himself off the wall. He didn't say anything as he went down the steps and strolled to the thick oak doors. He pulled one open, Mayhem sitting behind the other one, and peaked his head out. There was a woman in winter work out clothing. Sweat pants, a sweat shirt, running shoes, and her black hair was tied up in a tight pony tail. The woman smiled seeing Lane at the door. "Hey buddy!" The woman greeted with a wide smile. She stepped forward for a hug, Lane opening the door fully and opening his arms. He gave the woman a light squeeze before pulling away. He didn't even need to say anything to the woman, his slight confusion was showed by a raised eyebrow and a questioning look. The woman giggled at his body language talk.

"I was on a run up here and figured I might just stop by! I heard some whispers from some hikers when I got halfway up the mountain that you were apparently speeding through the trails, as if in a hurry. Is everything okay?" The woman looked behind Lane, and around as much house as she could see. Lane frowned, showing his displeasure of hearing the news. "A woman fell and got hurt. She bumped her head. I figured I should help her," Lane briefly explained. The woman nodded, eyes wide. "Oh boy! I hope she gets okay soon, because by the look of these clouds there's going to be a pretty bad storm!" The woman pointed up.

Lane glanced up at the sky before nodding. He gave the woman a thankful smile. "Well I better get going down, then, don't want to get caught in that storm. Are you going to be closing down the trails? If so I can go tell the park ranger at the gate to close the park down as soon as everyone is catalogued out." Lane nodded again before adding, "One woman will be missing." The woman smiled and nodded in understanding. "Alrighty! Do you know her name?" Lane shook his head with a frown. The woman frowned slightly, too. "Well then I'll just pass down the news of one woman being missing... Have a good winter! I hope this storm passes quickly! Got enough food and wood?" The woman was talking while walking away. Lane simply nodded, waving at her. The last thing he saw was the woman smiling and waving back before he closed the door. Glancing down at Mayhem, who was just panting away. Lane went back upstairs, carefully approaching the doorway. "Sorry," Lane mumbled, frowning at being so rude.

Lane watched the woman with a deathly still face. He frowned seeing her pushing herself, and when she started to throw up he instantly turned his head, trying to be polite and not see her in that gross moment. When she was done, and back on the bed he looked back at her. His first instinct was to just walk away and clean up the mess, but he knew that's probably not the best way to think about things. When the women asked for a phone he nodded, and walked out of the room. Trotting up to the third level of stairs he went to the only door there, at the end of the hall. Opening it, he walked into his massive bedroom. It wasn't highly furnished, but to the left corner there was a small sitting area. If you walk into the room straight ahead is a king sized bed, and to the right is a pure glass wall. It was one sided, so to anyone on the outside it looked like a big mirror. On either wall in back there were 2 other doors. One was to his own personal game room slash dog bedroom, and the other was a massive bathroom.

Walking over to his bedside table, he unplugged the flip phone he had. He used the original phone lines that were here before his house was built, and normal phones are usually unable to pick up the signal. Flip phones, on the other hand, got amazing reception. Plus Lane didn't feel the need to go all high tech with a touch screen phone. Once making sure his phone was fully charged, just incase the woman has a long call of explaining herself to her husband, and then goes back down to the second story. He carefully walks into the room once again. Going up to her, he avoids the puddle of vomit and holds the flip phone out to her. "If you want to move rooms, due to the smell or something, I can move you," Lane offered before turning and walking out of the room. He went downstairs to grab a mop and bucket.

Filling up the bucket he carried it and the mop upstairs. By then the woman was talking to someone on the other side of the phone. He didn't listen, too focused on cleaning up the mess. Once he got all the chunks cleaned up he grabbed a rag in his back pocket and started to wipe up the damp floor. After giving it a once over, he left the room with a content nod, going downstairs. The downstairs area was a open plan room, the only door, other then the front door, was the bathroom door next to the kitchen, which was sectioned off with a bar. The living room and guest game room were all downstairs. Once again all the walls in the downstairs were once sided glass, save for a few large support beams that also had outlets in them. There were also black out curtains that could cover all the windows, just incase someone wanted impossibly extra privacy, or because the glare of the sun was making it impossible to see the TV.

Lane sat down, and turned on the TV. He sighed contently, assuming the woman would be okay alone for 30 minutes to an hour. If he heard a crash or anything he's fast enough to where he can get up there quickly. Grunting he changed the stations on the TV until he found one he liked. Multiple times he looked out to see the sky was getting darker, and it was very noticeable that it was starting to get very cold outside. Lane quietly worried and hoped that the woman he talked to earlier got down safely.