Los Santos. (VanossGaming FF)

Part 1

Luna-

My eyes flutter open to see that I was still in this dirty ass basement. A month ago a gang called Oracion took me in hopes that I knew something about my fathers gang, Tartarus. I did know but I kept my mouth shut, which ended up in torturing it out of me, which they still failed to do. My legs and arms were a mess with scars, also this giant one they did on my face that went over my nose. I probably lost a lot of blood, but im somehow fine.

"I think we should give them back to her with a fee of like a grand or million of dollars, because we aren't getting anything from her," I hear a ruff voice say from the other side of the door.

"Million dollars and they get her back or she dies. Tell them to meet at the docks in 5 days at midnight," I hear the leader say, his voice smooth and loud that can intimidate others. I sigh, as my midnight blue hair covers my left eye. My hair is in a pixie cut but it has grown a lot so that it reaches my chin if I let it fall in front of my face. I hear the door open, and I glance up to see that it was the leader, who was dressed in a fancy suit vest and suit pants along with shoes, all in black and red.

"Last chance, I want the identities of everyone in Tartarus. I also want to know where they keep their cash," Makarov says sternly as he leans against the table they have 5 to 6 feet in front of me, lined with knifes and whips. I just continue to stare at him. He growls when I don't respond, grabbing a knife and walks around the table to me.

"Tell me," He says as he puts the knife on my forearm, slowly cutting. The pain gets to me and I bite my lip as he goes deeper than normal.

This goes on for another hour until he gives up and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear more fighting and more arguing before I hear a faint yell saying that they were only giving them until tonight.

11:50 pm. Location: Los Santos Docks.

My hands were tied behind my back along with my feet but loose enough so I can stand there without falling. I had a gag in my mouth as we stood at the edge of the dock, the back of my feet hitting the edge and after that is the ocean, looking like a dark abyss at this time of day. There was a guard on my right and another on my left. There were two snipers up somewhere in the buildings in case my father does something stupid. But that's the thing, as the time ticked by no one showed up. We stood there for about 15 minutes after midnight before the leader came and started complaining about how he wasn't gonna get his cash. He walked down the dock while loading his pistol. He stopped in front of me with an evil smirk on his face.

"I guess your father doesn't want you, so say goodnight," he says as he lifts his pistol up, the barrel touching my forehead. His finger twitches on the trigger about to pull it when I close my eyes, prepared to die. I then hear a thud in front of me, causing me to open my eyes as the barrel falls from my forehead. Looking down I see the leader on the ground, blood coming from underneath him. I feel someone grab my arm as they fall, but unfortunately we fell into the water. I held my breath as I tried swimming up to the surface but it was no use, the ties were defiantly in the way. Water soon starts filling my mouth because of the gag. I soon hear another splash before I felt someone grab my arms, pulling me up. I look up to see a guy in a sunset type tank top and blue jeans pulling me up to the surface. When we surface he starts swimming towards the ladder up to the dock. He wraps his arm around the pole of the ladder and pulls my gag off. I go to say something but he motions for me to be quiet. I then hear the sound of gunshots. Soon it gets quiet.

"You guys good?"I hear a voice say from up top. I hear a bunch of yes'.

"I could use a bit of help here," the guy holding me up says loud enough for them to hear. I then hear footsteps before I see an owl mask appear from the top of the ladder.