Amelia could've had a great life. She could've grown up to do incredible things. Her mother would've loved her, if she had only gotten to meet her.
She was born in 1959's New York City. Just minutes after giving birth to her daughter, Amelia's mother died. This left John, her father, to raise a baby that perpetually screamed.
Needless to say, he absolutely sucked at it and when she was 16, he left her at a gas station. When she had walked the miles back to their house, he had changed the locks after throwing all her belongings onto the front lawn.
She spent the next two years avoiding being picked up by police officers and handed over to an adoption agency. To say that she was good at this was an understatement but to admit to this would be saddening. So she did neither.
Now, 27, she found herself in Oakland, California in only a kind of sketchy apartment with no job. Well, at least not a legal one.
Amelia was good at many things she'd picked up over the years. Someone taught her how to tattoo a little after she "built a relationship" with them in exchange. She was fairly decent at stealing what she needed or hustling the side of a street corner doing whatever the hell she could manage. She could even seduce her fair share when things got dire.
It was enough to pay rent and to supply a habit. For her, it seemed like enough.
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The Kingpin
FanfictionThe Black Ace runs Oakland, California's drug organization. But what happens when his own supply causes the first OD of his criminal workings?
