(VanossxReader) Not Over °Complete°

Chapter 1

I sat atop an abandoned building in a smaller area of Los Santos. While I was waiting for a command, I twirled my pocket knife around my index finger. I was sent on a mission to eliminate the gang leader from a rival gang. Our gang, Phantom Grims, was in a constant battle with another gang known as Sangre. Sangre mostly dealt drugs. Since we also sold drugs, we were in a constant battle. That all ended today.

It was always a constant struggle to be on top. It's how gangs work. It's nearly impossible to have gangs work as one unless they have a common enemy.

I was lost in thought as I continued to twirl my pocket knife. It was taking Jason forever to send me the signal. Jason was supposed to text me when the Sangre leader is to be eradicated. A sigh escaped my lips as I stopped twirling my knife to adjust my fingerless gloves.

I felt my watch vibrate, and I turned the screen on to see a text from Jason that said, "Now."

I pulled my sniper rifle off of the strap that wrapped over my shoulder. I readied myself and looked through the scope towards the ground. There was a tall man in a suit that had light brown hair. He seemed normal, but Jason has already confirmed he was dangerous.

I shot him with no second thought. I watched the man lifelessly fall on the pavement. I quickly put my rifle on my back again, preparing to swiftly flee the crime scene.

As I ran down the numerous sets of stairs, a loud bang echoed through the building. The ground shook fiercely and I grabbed the rail beside me to remain steady. Through the commotion, I could hear a couple windows shatter.

"The hell was that? No doubt it was a bomb, but why?" I asked myself as I quickly ran down another flight of stairs. There was a shattered window, and I stealthily peered through it to see what had happened.

The office building that the Sangre leader was about to walk into was up in flames and all of the windows of the first few floors were busted. There were men in animal masks running inside, while two of them stopped at the dead Sangre leader.

One of the men had a red jacket and black jeans, along with an owl mask that hid his face. I could only see little tufts of jet black hair poke out at the bottom. The other man had zebra pants and a white shirt that had a pixelated pink cat. He had a pig mask as well as a helmet over the pig mask.

I couldn't hear much over the alarms and the sound of a burning building, but I knew they were talking about the dead man. They looked around, trying to see if they could find the culprit. I hid against the wall, steadying my breathing while a bead of sweat trickled down my neck.

I then decided to try and snipe a few of them. I pulled my red bandana over my mouth and nose while I ran down the last few flights of stairs. I put my black hood over my head and readied my rifle while I crouched behind a dumpster in the alley across from the two men.

I aimed, and almost pulled the trigger when the guy in the owl mask pulled a pistol out and aimed it at me.

How did he notice me?

My heart began to beat as the owl and pig focused their attention on me.

"Show yourself, coward," the pig hissed. I decided the only thing I could do was obey them. I stood up and walked onto the street, staying a fair distance away from them.

"Put the rifle down," the owl commanded. I reluctantly sank to the ground, gingerly laying my weapon on the street.

I stood there in a moment of silence while the rest of their gang exited the building that was still on fire.

"All witnesses have been eliminated," a man wearing a monkey mask spoke to the owl.

"Tell me, are you the one responsible for killing this man?" he pointed at the dead Sangre leader. I nodded slowly, unsure of what they were going to do with that information.

"I'm impressed you beat us to it. So, who exactly do you work for?" the guy in the owl mask began to walk closer, examining me closely. I refused to answer as he stood there waiting for my response.

"Fair enough. Tie her up," he told the others. I turned and began to run down the street. My hood fell off as I ran, but I didn't bother to fix it. The heat caused me to sweat as I made my getaway.

Searing pain suddenly shot through my left calf. I looked down as I realized they shot me. I screamed and made a desperate attempt to limp, but they all caught up with me before I could get away safely. I was shoved forcefully onto the pavement with my hands being held against my back. I felt them wrap the rope around my wrists, with no remorse for how tight they tied it.

I looked up at the owl, as he towered over me and stared at me silently. He pulled a rag from his back pocket and then took a bottle of unidentified liquid from his jacket pocket. He poured the liquid on the rag, and I could tell automatically from the aroma that it was chloroform.

He knelt down next to me and held the rag over my mouth. I squirmed as an attempt to avoid it, but it was no use. The last thing I remember was hearing the owl chuckle mischievously.