The Raven Killer (gta 5 fanfic)

Death Wish (1/2)

Franklin called Lester.
"Franklin!"
"Lester dog! Man, we need to talk. I got a problem I need your help with."
"Calm down! Alright, come to my house."
"Alright, Alright I'm coming."
Franklin went outside and got onto his motorcycle. His phone rang, seeing the name Devin on there. Franklin groaned.
"What is it now?"
"I forgot to say. When you choose to kill Michael. Why don't you go ahead and kill Ravienne too?"
"Why the fuck do you want her dead?"
"That girl thinks she can just quit working for me cause she wants to. That's not how that works! You're useful to me unless you're no longer useful to me! She's still pretty useful slick! People would kill to get a job that she had. That and no woman ever rejects me. That's what makes her so interesting. She's immune to my advances that any woman would want to be under. If she won't become my wife. She won't be anything!" Devin hung up before Franklin could respond. Franklin growled and sped up.
He drove all the way to Lester's house. When he got there, he went up to his door. A buzz sound opened the door and Franklin walked inside.
"What's the panic, bro?" Lester called out.
"What the fuck do you think? Man, imagine the fucking scenario that will fuck things up the worst!"
"Boy, my mind is just racing. But you know, I don't want to say something that's really exciting and then you have to act all deflated and say 'no no, it's just that somebody got the same tattoo I got' so why don't you just go ahead and tell me."
"Some motherfucker wants me to kill Michael. The same motherfucker asked me to kill Ravienne! Some other motherfucker wants me to kill Trevor. I can't kill all three of them. Man, I'm fucked man. I don't know what the fuck to do right now." Franklin sat Lester's bed. Feeling the pressure and stress from the thought of killing them.
"Well, I can see that. Who are the motherfuckers?"
"Steve Haines, this angry motherfucker from the FIB and Devin Weston, you know that old uh, that uh-"
"Oh that angry rich fucker from whatever hole he hibernates in."
"Exactly."
"Alright alright I say uh, kill Michael...Kill Ravienne...then Trevor." Lester shook his head and turned around. Franklin raised his arms.
"Man, are you for real?"
"You're fucked! I don't know!"
"You know everything dog."
"I know, but I'm sorry! This is it. I'm doing my best man, I don't know how you can deal with both of them."
'I know man."
"Shit, we're fucked! Every single one of us is fucked.... Unless, okay. Steve Haines is under a lot of heat because of the shootings at Kortz center and Devin Weston's A. Known to be a major asshole. B. Known to be friendly with Don Perceval who runs Merryweather. I think actually, Weston owns a piece of Merryweather" Lester went to his computer and searched something up.
"Right, eleven percent. Pretty good for a pseudo-liberal. Owning a private army. So they would both love to be involved in capturing the bullion that we just lifted. If I tell them both that you, Trevor and Michael are at the foundry place in Murrieta Heights melting it down. Maybe, both of them will pay you a visit and bam! Ravienne is excellent at being sneaky so I'll get her to come by and help you out. Then We turn it into a bust!" Franklin shrugged.
"I got no better ideas."
"I'll get in touch with Michael, Ravienne and Trevor. You go to the foundry and get yourself set up." Franklin clapped his hands and nodded.
"I got you." Franklin left. Lester turned to his computer and contacted the three.

Ravienne sat in her bed. Steve was still sleeping beside her. She smiled while running her fingers through his hair. They had a date night which ended nicely for both of them. She got up and went to the bathroom. She had the sudden urge to vomit.

Later in the day, Steve was gone to work and Ravienne sat in her living room. Looking through her phone. Getting a message from Lester.
"Ravienne, we need your help. The FIB and Merryweather will ambush Trevor, Michael, and Franklin at the foundry place. We need to you sneak attack them when you can." Ravienne got up from her couch and walked to her room. Getting ready for he attack. She messaged Lester back.
"I'll be there."
Ravienne went to her motorcycle and sped off. Going all the way to the foundry place. She saw a bunch of vehicles that belonged to Merryweather and the FIB.
"Y'all started without me?" She smirked. Riding in the shootout with her motorcycle. Using her finger gun and shooting all the people who came to kill the three guys.
"Ravienne! Nice to see you join us." Michael yelled. Ravienne stopped beside him.
"I wouldn't want to miss this." She sped off again. Circling around the place and shooting anyone she can.
"Eh, that could be all of them. Let's regroup at that big loading bay." Franklin said. Ravienne drove back to that area. Getting off her motorcycle and started feeling dizzy.
"Hey, Rae. You feeling alright?" Franklin asked. Trevor and Michael showed up.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. That's the most fun I will have before I have to take a long break."
"Have to? Why?" Trevor asked. Ravienne shook her head.
"Never mind."
"So what's next? Huh, are we just gonna wait around till someone else comes to kill us? Or are we gonna wait till this fucker gets turned again?" Trevor glared at Michael. Michael frowned.
"Ain't anybody getting getting turned again, and you know it."
"Hey man, the way I see it. We only just begun to clean this shit up. We got a lot of old friends I think need to be re-educated." Franklin stated.
"A lot of friends I mean, things could get really messy."
"No, we just gotta silence a few noisy people."
"Well let me me see there's uh-"
"Steve Haines." Ravienne looked down. She felt her heart pump when Trevor said his name.
"Dave Norton."
"No, we need him alive."
"Why?"
"So nobody fucks with us afterwards."
"What about that triad motherfucker? The one that thinks you two boys is datin. Shit you know he's bound to come back." Franklin asked.
"Well, who's that uh.. the guy who set up Lamar? Hmm?"
"Stretch? You wanna throw him in?"
"Trevor will throw anyone in just to satisfy his bloodlust."Michael walked to his car.
"Whoa hey, it's called a fucking loose end alright? There's still one more!"
"Devin Weston?" Franklin asked.
"Two more." Trevor corrected himself. Trevor turned to Ravienne.
"What about your Ex? Vincent?"
"Shit, I almost forgot about him. I don't know if he's still in that coma. But he'll need to go too."
"Fuck what a mess!"
"Well let's get it cleaned up. How about you get Lester on the line?" Franklin pulled out his phone and called Lester.

"Who is this? Stop calling this number!"
"It's me dog."
"Hah! You're alive! I thought someone might have your phone."
"Nah Nah, But look, I got you on speaker phone."
"Did Mike make it?"
"Yeah I'm here."
"The Raven Killer?"
"Heh, I'm here."
"And the other one?" Trevor growled.
"I'll see you put in the ground wheels!"
"Uh huh, are you just calling for a chat?"
"No we gots some work to do. Can you get us some whereabouts?"
"I'll do my best. Who?"
"Steve Haines to start."
"And Devin Weston's ass."
"Wei Cheng. W-E-I C-H-E-N-G. Wei Cheng! Wei Cheng and Franklins pal Stretch!"
"Stretch?"
"Yeah man look, his real name is Harold Joseph."
"Let's not forget about Raviennes ex. Vincent!"
"Vincent Crowmen."
"Alright, I can tell you Agent Haines it taping a show over on Del Perro Pier."
"Shotgun! Woo! I wanted to ice that fucker since the moment I met him!" Ravienne watched Trevor get in his car. Before Trevor left, he looked over at Ravienne. She shot him with a saddened look. Trevor looked away then left. Ravienne looked down.
"Harold Joseph is over ah the BJ Smith Recreation Center."
"I'll get him Frank!" Ravienne got back on her motorcycle and left. She went to the area Stretch would be at. She didn't know him well so killing him would be easy. But was hard for her we thinking if Trevor is really going to kill Steve.