*A/N: Hullo Everyone! So this story is going to be a tester for me I guess. It is a xreader but they won't use your real name until later chapters. I gave you the name NightShade cause I thought it sounded awesome but you can use a different name if ya want. The pic above is the mask that corresponds to the character. I think it looks cool. Anywho! Enjoy The story!
I would never be in this mess if it weren't for him. If only I never met him. If only I died that day. But now I'm stuck here, and it's all his fault.
~~~~A few months ago~~~~~
I wake up at around 1 am. My sleep schedule is so messed up it's not even funny. I slowly slink out of bed and to my closet. I take off my black short shorts and replace them with black leggings, and slip on a dark tank top. I grab two knives and a small pistol. I slide the pistol in the back of my pants with the handle facing up towards my back. I put my black hoodie on and slide one of my knives in a pocket. The other knife I attached to my wrist with two hair ties. To tie everything together I grabbed my mask. I slip on my shoes and head out. The streets of Los Santos can be seriously dangerous during the nighttime hours for a multitude of reasons. One of the more famous reasons is the presence of gangs, especially the BBS gang. They were known to destroy everything in sight and kill anyone who tried to get in their way. I have never had the pleasure to meet them, nor would I ever want to. I, myself, am reason number two. Most wanted criminal next to the BBS crew. No one has seen me and lived to tell the tale. I wander the streets and take out anyone I see. No one knows why, and to be honest neither do I. I just kill. The night air was cold and I wandered the back allies like I always do. I spot a man walking down the street. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties and about six feet tall. His stumbling walk indicated he had a few drinks in him. Easy target, I thought. I swiftly ran up the alley parallel to his street and carried out my lure.
" Help! Someone, please help!" I yell. I hide behind a building and waited. The faint sound of shuffling feet got louder as the drunk approached. As he got to the corner of the building, I swung around and stabbed the man right into his throat. I heard his breath hitch before he slowly started to fall. I pulled my knife out and wiped the blade. Tossing over his body, I searched for any cash. Nothing. I threw the body in a near my dumpster and continued to walk. This process went on for an hour or two. It was now almost four in the morning and I decided to make my way back to the shitty hotel I lived at. As I made my way up the street, I heard explosions coming from somewhere nearby. My curiosity got the best of me and I made my way towards the noise. When I arrived at the scene I saw a tank and two guys walking beside it holding AKs. One of the guys walking was wearing a Jason Mask and a blue hoodie, and the other guy was wearing a monkey mask and red jacket. The tank was riding slow but they were making their way slowly towards me. I got a knife ready as they got closer. Then I remembered the masks of the BBS crew. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the amount of shit I just got myself into. A missile launched and I heard an explosion that wasn't far behind me. I went running but slipped on a stray can on the ground. The can rolled out of the alley and I heard fast footsteps approaching. I scrambled to get up but with little success. I felt a hand grab part of my hair and pull me onto my back. A cracking noise was made as I hit the ground. I looked up and saw the one guy in the Jason mask hovering over me. His light blue eyes stared intently at me.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked.
"Let's just say I'm a fan," I said half-jokingly. I did enjoy their work but never paid much attention to care a whole lot. Next thing I know, Jason-wannabe picked me up and slammed me against a wall.
"Let me ask you again, who are you?"
"Why would you want to know, dipshit" I respond a bit irritated. I saw a little fury in his eyes through his mask. His grip tightened and he pulled a pistol out from his back.
"Maybe cause I don't want to kill more people then I have to," He raised the gun so it was in my face.
"Fine then. The name is NightShade. That's all you need to know." His grip suddenly loosened and he stepped back a bit in a shocked manner.
"NightShade. As in the notorious Los Santos killer NightShade."
"That would be I." He put his pistol back and picked up his AK. He then grabbed my arm and started to make his way out of the alley.
"Hey man! What the hell are you doing." We exited the alley and stood before me was the famous BBS crew. I was absolutely terrified. He pushed me onto my knees in front of them. I went to stand up but the dude held me down.
"Dude get the fuck off of me," I yelled. As I yelled the guys pulled out their guns and aimed at me. I stopped resisting and put my hands in the air. They lowered their guns at the gesture.
"She was in the alley trying to run away, you'll never guess who it is," the guy in the Jason masks said.
"Who is it," questioned another guy in an owl mask.
"The one, the only, NightShade!" He allowed me to stand and I dusted myself off.
"Yeah, that's me. Can I go now?" I ask annoyed. None of them said anything for a while before I heard the click of a gun. Shit.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now," Owl boy says in front of me. I thought about how i could get out of this. Looking around I saw only five of them, but they were tall and probably super strong, so fighting was almost out of the equation. The distant sound of sirens echoed through the city but we all knew they were coming for us. I said the onlything that came to my mind,
"You shouldn't kill me because I can be a good member of the BBS gang." The owl studied me for a moment before lowering his gun. I let out a sigh.
"You can join but don't think that we fully trust you," he said as he climbed back into the tank, "We gotta get moving or those fuckers with get us so lets head out," The guys followed him into the tank and I walked alongside it with Jason-wannabe and the monkey. The Jason guy kept looking at me as we walked.
"What do you want, creeper?" I say without turningto face him.
"Uh... nothing," He said and turned to face forward. Something about his voice was familiar, but i shrugged it off and continued to walk.
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