Two word prompt: Psychopathic and plea-bargain
One fact that always astonished people about the town of Stilwater was its crime record. It was reported that despite the many illicit activities that occurred in the town, the only crime that ever got someone in jail was littering on public property. That said, when the Stilwater Police finally managed to nab the most notorious female criminal in the country, the record was set to be broken.
Elizabeth H. Monroe, more professionally known as the Boss, the Stilwater Butcher, or mostly just Liz, was now sitting smugly in the town's aged courthouse awaiting her trial. However, her charges were hardly her main concern.
Liz was the head of the most prestigious organization that had its headquarters in the small Michigan town. The posse, mainly known as Third Street Saints, prided themselves on their energy drinks, movies, and purple platinum pistols. Unfortunately, this celebrated group also happened to be the most dangerous and profitable gang in the country. Despite the typical hatred for gang culture, the esteemed Saints garnered quite a lot of attention from the public. Stilwater residents lived under their control indirectly, and most of them thought that this was a very good thing. As long as their mob operations didn't interfere with their daily life, the gang was free to operate as necessary. Most of the time the cops looked the other way if they saw a quick flash of purple or heard a few bangs while on the night shift. After all, most of the government was paid a good deal of money to do so. Children idolized them, teens wanted to be them, and adults secretly thought that maybe they weren't so bad. The Saints ruled Stilwater, but if Liz's true ruling proved her to be guilty, things were going to take a turn for the worst.
Involuntary and voluntary manslaughter, grand larceny, assault and battery, homicide, drug possession and countless amounts of every degree of murder were just a few of the charges that the red haired woman had accumulated over the ten years she had been in the business. These crimes hadn't just been committed in Stilwater, either. The Saints' operations spanned the state and even the country, most notably in the neighboring city of Steelport. It has been said that this success wouldn't have been attainable without their somewhat noble leader. She wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but what she lacked in intelligence she made up for in her strength and passion. Although Liz prided herself on only attending jail a few times, her sentence didn't seem to be too promising this time around. She was being charged for life in prison, and this was unsurprisingly not the first time this had happened. Her philosophy was if she could get out of it once, she could sure as hell do it again. Of course, this would have to be done by forcefully breaking out of jail and mauling more than a few people with little weapons. She always tried to put these kinds of plans in the back of her mind.
Her useless lawyer sat beside her, his hands figuratively tied. The trial was seconds away from beginning, and as they rose in honor of the judge, an unpleasant lump began to materialize in his throat. They were going to need a miracle if they wanted to get their desired verdict, and getting help from God didn't sound too promising when dealing with a gangbanger. He had pushed Liz to go for a plea bargain, or at least something that would be less selfish than a not guilty plea. When she kept on pushing his ideas away, he essentially gave up on her. If there was one thing Legal Lee knew about working with any gang member, it was that they weren't going to budge once they made up their mind. Besides, there really wasn't much hope left; with this woman's reputation there really wasn't anything he could do. He knew she could and would pretend she wasn't guilty either way, but everyone in the jury knew who she was and they weren't going to let her go free. The arrogant grin still hadn't moved from Liz's face as the bailiff gave her a stiff glare, and soon her gaze had gone from him to the judge.
She was the same bitch that had done Johnny's trial, which she had thankfully "taken control of" years before. If someone was to ask Liz about Johnny Gat or his court trial that she had interrupted, a chuckle would escape her lips. She would probably tell you about her second in command in a fashion that would make you laugh along with her. However, you probably wouldn't laugh at how she managed to get Johnny out of getting the electric chair. Like she usually did, she used force and a hell of a lot of ammo. That event took place in the same courtroom that she was in currently, and the memories that it brought back to her made her smirk fade into a thin line.
It was hard to smile when she realized that it was very possible that she too could get the chair. It was also hard to have fun while acting like an asshole while thinking of him. People said that they were two peas in a pod, and if there was one thing that they could both do cooperatively it was act like a pair of assholes. Johnny especially fit the part for it, as well; he was cocky, egotistical, trigger happy and downright hot as hell. They had been best friends for nearly ten years, and nobody ever had the balls to come between them.
That is, until he passed away. The only one who was able to tear them apart was Death himself.
Ok, yeah, I know I have no excuse for not updating a story in almost 4-5 months, I suck, blah blah blah just read this. It probably won't turn into a story but I wanted to put it on here to show that I'm not dead. I've been developing Liz as a character and I actually have like 12 pages of random prompts written with her in them, so that technically counts as progress. Just to make it clear, this story has nothing to do with Smoke in Mirrors. I just like writing random crap and hoping you guys like and review it. In fact, PLEASE REVIEW THIS.
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~HQR
PS- I don't even know what this title means.