Fall Night Heist

Chapter Five

Bloodrain was insane, but skilled.

She wanted Kristoff's head, for betraying her. They were best friends. Were.

She came to kill him.

But nut just him. She wanted Commissioner Ramsay. She knew she would die. She knew she would be tortured. She saw everything that she would do that night, up to her death.

But she knew she'd kill her targets. She'd hang Ramsay, and watch Kristoff and that bitch Tulip explode after Myonkos killed them.

We should skip to the end for her.

She watched as Ramay became blue, his eyes rolling back into his skull.

Tears came from her eyes, as she realised her visions were false and she couldn't save him.

He was innocent, and was framed by Officer Lyon.

She threw the picture confirming it down, and cried.

As the crowd cheered, she decided to end it all. These sick fucks, not caring about real evidence.

She went to the side, knowing that her life was all a lie, and fell.

Both her targets were good people, both just framed.

WHile in front of a window, quite close to the top of the building she jumped off of, Bloodrain was flung to her left by an explosion.

She fell onto a roof, her woshtin armor protecting her. She was shaken, and just tried to run.

She realised she was on top of the police station, but it was being evacuated.

Sirens were blaring in the streets, indicating injuries.

All of the speakers in the town were then heard. "Attention, all townies of Gamplin. The museum has been destroyed, along with the Casino Royale. Good night. And sorry for any inconvenience with our bombs."

One by one, buildings were falling and collapsing. Falling in on themselves, with fire everywhere.

  Killing innocents. 

Everybody was in her eyes. Everybody she thought was guilty was nice and weren't the vandals in their crimes.  

Then Bloodrain realised, it was the ground that was being destroyed. Pipes from underground. In the sewers. 

Habató.

Bloodrain had motivation again. To kill him.

She knew her prophetic abilities are wrong, and maybe she'll survive the night.

She threw everything else she knew about others away to go after him. He would be in the Casino Royale remnants, waiting to be picked up, like he said he would.

But maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe a confrontation with words won't hurt.

She got into the streets, and passed by random people.

A little girl screaming kitty, a man eating beans, a boy in a princess outfit running into a garage, and a group of people yelling "Rummle" at a grocery store, breaking in and taking food.

She got to the Casino Royale, and, surprisingly, it was still halfway there. There was a bit of the first and second floor still, but Habató was waiting there.

Before anybody could say anything, a helicopter could be heard.

  Habató instantly took out a wet gun and shot it at Bloodrain.

He laughed maniacally, his Mexican accent making it sound a bit off-putting.

As Bloodrain started to black out, she thought of the bad she's done. She killed 3 innocent people painfully, and many more civilians painlessly. They all did notihng, they were just in her way. A violent killing machine's way.