The Raven Killer (gta 5 fanfic)

As Time goes by

"Ravienne has been gone for almost three weeks! What do you mean we have no lead?" Steve yelled at a policemen. Michael, Trevor and Franklin were standing nearby. They heard about Raviennes disappearance. They wanted to help find where she is. Walking around her apartment complex.
"Agent Haines, we are doing the best we can. The last time someone saw her was that worker from that restaurant."
"Someone else must've seen her. She couldn't have been taken away with no one seeing it. Look at the street cameras, ask the people that were there, do something!"
"Steve! Calm down, they are doing the best they can." Dave said, pushing Steve away slightly. He frowned and walked away.
"I get that Ravienne is pretty important to us and that it's a huge deal that she's missing. But what is he so worked up about?" Michael asked, Dave shrugged.
"Well, he shows that he has an obvious crush on Ravienne. That's about it. We know that Ravienne doesn't feel the same way. In fact, she resents him."
"We're getting out of hand here. Let's talk about where the fuck she is. Before ahh I don't know, probably fucking murdered." Trevor yelled.
"Why are you so worked up?" Michael asked. Trevor glared and seethed at Michaels question.
"Why aren't you?! She's gone! Fucking gone! Do you think- Do you think she abandoned us?"
"I don't see any reason why she would. Look man, let's just try to find her before we jump to any conclusions." Franklin intervened.
"Right, right come on. Let's think. Has Ravienne said anything about leaving? Has she done or said anything about, I don't know, a trip or something? What about people? Is there anyone that might've just taken her?" The crew stayed silent for a moment.
"Vincent!" Trevor snapped his fingers.
"Vincent? Who's Vincent? Tell me Philips! Who's Vincent?!" Steve walked towards to him.
"He's a guy Ravienne has mentioned before. An ex boyfriend, went crazy and tried to kill her."
"Maybe he's still after her. But what good does this do?! Doesn't tell me where she is!" Steve groaned and walked away. Trevor, Michael, and Franklin sighed and paced around.

Ravienne stumbled across the woods. It's been weeks, she doesn't know where she is, she's hungry and thirsty, and is desperate for some medical help. Her shoulder was cleaned and wrapped. Thanks to a stream of water she came across. But that was a long time ago. Her shoulder was still at risk at getting infected. Vincent was still out there.
Ravienne was able to swing the metal pole at his leg. Hearing a few cracks, he screamed while she ran away. Now she was in the middle of the woods at the mountains. Trying to catch her breath. She kept going until she reached a road.
"Fucking finally!" She followed it until either a person stopped for her or she gets to a town.
A car drove by, she held her hand out. Hoping they would stop for her. But they just passed. Ravienne groaned and kept going. Suppressing the urge to vomit. Why did she need to suppress the urge? She doesn't know why either so she just vomited by a tree. Another vehicle was coming close. Ravienne once again, held her hand out. This time, the person stopped.
The person rolled down their window. Revealing a Young girl inside.
"I'm not really suppose to do this but you look like you need help! Come on in." The girl was blonde, wore a pink strapless shirt and jean shorts. She had sunglasses blocking her eyes.
"Thank you so much!" Ravienne said and entered the car.
"What's your name?" The girl asked, driving off to the next town.
"Ravienne. Listen, thank you so much for driving me. What's your name?"
"Tracey, I'm just driving out here. Gotta get away from my mom and her new boyfriend? Ugh I don't know. My family is weird."
"I guess that fair."
"Why are you all dirty and bloody? Did you get hurt?" Ravienne looked at her with confusion. Pretty obvious that she's hurt.
"Yeah, some guy I used to be with is coming after me. Got me through my arm. Listen, where are we? When's the next town?"
"Just passed Paleto Bay. I'm going over to Chumash then into Los Santos. That's where I live."
"Los Santos?! Oh my god! Can you drive me there?! I need to get in touch with some people. They'll help me! I'll pay you lots."
"Woah, calm down! I'll drive you. Just drink some water. You look terrible." Tracey handed Ravienne a water bottle. Ravienne snatched it and drank it.
"You like need a hospital."
"After I get this settled."
"Look I know you need to get there but it's getting late and I don't like driving in the dark. I need to get a room."
"Oh ok, doesn't matter to me. Just as long as I get to Los Santos.
"We'll make it tomorrow. Right now, you need rest."
Tracey pulled up to the next motel they came across. They went inside and got a room. Ravienne went straight to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. Taking a quick shower before fixing up her wound. Once she was done, she got out.
"I ordered some food. Chinese takeout. If you want some."
"Please, I'm starving. I didn't eat anything good since almost weeks ago. Other than small berries that I'm sure wasn't good for me."
"Ok!"
Ravienne sat on the bed closest to the window. Tracey was on the other bed. Doing stuff on her phone.
"Ok, so. I know it's like my place to ask. But I'm helping you out sort of and I need to know. What happened to you? Why were you all bloody and dirty? Why haven't you eaten in weeks?"
"I guess you have to know. In order to trust me. My ex boyfriend is ahhh crazy. He's trying to kill me right now just because I left him. He kidnapped me, took me all the way out here"
"Holy fuck."
"Holy fuck indeed. It's all a mess. But I broke his leg when I escaped. So I don't know his whereabouts now." The doorbell rang, making Ravienne jump a little.
"I'll get it." Tracey jumped up and went to the door. Ravienne sighed and laid her head back. She waited for Tracey to walk back with the food. Then she heard the door slam shut with a scream. Ravienne quickly pulled out a knife and looked at Tracey's direction.
"You thought you could hide from me forever darling!" Vincent said. Holding Tracey at a gun point. Ravienne groaned and raised her knife.
"Let her go. She has nothing to do with this."
"I'll let her go as soon as you put the knife down and come to me." Ravienne looked at her surroundings. Nothing to really help her out. Tracey was crying with fear. Ravienne frowned and started breathing heavily.
"Ok, ok..." Ravienne hesitated but gently placed her knife down. Then slowly walked towards Vincent.
"Good girl. My little doll." Vincent removed the gun away from Tracey and onto Ravienne.
"Go!" Ravienne yelled at her. Then proceed to kick the gun out of Vincent's hand and fight for it. Vincent stumbles around. His broken leg had sticks and a rope wrapped around it. Acting like his cast. Ravienne pushed him away. They got into a lengthy fight before Vincent pinned down Ravienne and held the gun at her head.
"Darling, that wasn't very smart. I was gonna take it easy on you. But you're just asking for trouble." Vincent stuck his finger through her hole on her shoulder. She screamed at the pain. Trying to push him off.
"Oh I love it when you scream. Do it again!" Vincent twisted his finger around. Then he stopped, looking dazed and confused. He slowly fell off. Tracey standing above them with a chair.
Vincent went unconscious on the ground. Ravienne got up and looked at Tracey.
"Holy fuck..thanks."
"We should leave! I don't want to be here anymore."
"You go! You don't have to be involved with this! Just go! I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I must. Go!" Tracey backed up and ran out the door. Ravienne panting and looking down at Vincent.