Frances is officially 19 years old and is on a killing spree. With a killing streak of 51 people, the police and everyone in Florida wants to find out who she is. But she never expected something like this to happen...
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Frances got another request from an anonymous user. The request was to assassinate a man named James Walker, a very important member of a famous gang; Bloodsters. That didn't stop Frances from doing the request though. She grabbed her favorite pistol and went to an alleyway the gang usually meet up.
Frances spotted the gang in less than 2 seconds of reaching the destination. They were the only voices you heard in the entire neighborhood.
"They some loud ass motherfuckers," Frances said to herself. "All they do is yell."
Frances was able to quietly get close to the gang without getting caught, but there was one problem — James was not there.
"Where the hell is this man?" France asked herself again, checking her phone to see if she was in the right place.
All of a sudden, a red SUV drove from the other side of the alleyway, heading towards the gang. Frances assumed that James was in the car, and she was right. James stepped out of the SUV and Frances knew he was the man she was looking for.
James is a pretty tall man with black curly hair, dark brown eyes, and a small birthmark right under his right eye. He was wearing a black T-shirt and blue jeans with black tennis shoes. He looked like he had a lot of money but at the same time, not a lot.
Frances knew it was her time to strike so she carefully aimed the gun at James' head but before she started to shoot, a gang member spotted her from a different angle.
"Y'all, she got a gun!" The member yelled. The rest of the gang members got behind shelter, including James, and started firing at Frances.
"Shit," Frances said and started firing back. She hit a member on her first shot but there were still too many. Frances decided to make a risking move and relocate to get a better shot at James. Fortunately, with her quick-moving, she was able to move without getting shot.
Once she moved, she shot down the guys that were shooting at her at the moment and, before she could take out James, a car drove in and blocked the shot. Everyone was shocked and surprised, including Frances. While the members were still shooting at both the driver and Frances, the car headed towards Frances, and the driver rolled down the window.
"Hey you, get in!" She yelled.
"Why? Who the hell are you?" Frances yelled in an aggressive voice.
"You want to survive, don't you? There's obviously too many of them!" She blurted while shooting at the members.
Frances hesitated for a second, then gave in. She quickly got into the vehicle and then the girl drove off. While making a turn, one of the bullets shot Frances in the arm.
"Shit!" Frances yelled in pain, covering her wound with her hand.
"Fuck, are you okay?" The girl asked.
"Just drive faster!" Frances demanded.
They were able to get away from the gang, though, Frances still was not satisfied since she didn't kill the target.
"Anyway, let's start this over," Frances said. "Who are you?"
"My name is Maxy," She replied. "And I assume you are Frances Briggs?"
Maxy had a very light skin tone, blonde hair that was pinned back, deep brown eyes, about 5ft 8in, and her voice was medium high. She also had thick black glasses and a teal button-up shirt tucked in black jeans with heels.
"How do you know my name?" Frances asked. "You're not a cop, are you?"
"If I was a cop, I'm pretty sure you would get arrested for, you know, murder," Maxy said.
"Man whatever," Frances breathed. "Where are you taking me?"
"Well first a hospital, then, I am taking you to my boss. He wants to speak to you." Maxy replied.
"Talk to me about what?" Frances asked.
"You'll see." Maxy sighed.