Azalea loved living near the docks of Port Charles. She got the view of the Hudson River, she could live her life in utter isolation as she lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment, she was in total bliss. Okay…maybe not total bliss. More like comfort. Today was special for Azalea Wilson. The night before, she successfully hacked and downloaded a new RPG game that was due for release next week. Azalea knew her way around codes and passwords. Just for fun, she hacked her ex-boyfriends' bank accounts when they broke up with her. It was the routine walk to the store for her usual of Sour Skittles and Mountain Dew. She did her best hacking when she consumed the two.

Wearing a black tank-top and olive hemp pants, Azalea definitely knew it was starting to become summer. She loved taking lovely strolls, especially on a sunny day like it was. Of course she could do without the people staring at her hair. Yes, she dyed her hair fuchsia which made her stand out among the blondes, brunettes, and redheads. Despite the stares, Azalea arrives at the store and beelines towards the candy and beverage isles. She realizes how sad she is for memorizing the layout of the store to the point of being on autopilot. After grabbing two 2-liter bottles of Mountain Dew and six packets of Sour Skittles, she hauls them up to the counter, pays, and leaves. Walking, Azalea saw two men talking in the distance.

"I heard you were planning to double-cross me."

"You heard wrong." Johnny tried to keep calm but the man had a gun on him. Eddie Sanchez was one of Johnny's rivals who was third in ranking as Port Charles's most dangerous mob-bosses. Johhny and Eddie had a few run-ins before.

"Come on Johnny, ever since you made that truce with Corinthos, I'm thinking…what does little Sonny and Johnny Boy have up their sleeves?"

"I'm not working with Corinthos! I just have a truce with him…that's all."

"You think I'm supposed to believe that? Where's my missing shipment?" Eddie thrusts the gun into Johnny's chest."

"Maybe it walked off by itself. Look, I don't have your fucking shipment…ask Sonny…maybe he has it."

"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny. You don't wanna to act like a smartass when you're seconds away from having your chest blown out. Now, where's my fucking shipment?" his anger escalating. Johnny's macho pride was slipping and he knew this guy was a loose cannon. So was he.

"I don't have your shipment! You can kill me if you want…it won't make a damn bit of difference! I don't need the steal shipments from low-rate mob-boss wannabes."

"You know, Johnny…that was a real stupid move!"

"Yeah, not nearly as stupid as this."

Johnny head-butted Eddie and reached for the gun. Both men struggled to gain control of the gun. Johnny was fighting like hell to not to get shot. He really hated that he had something like this go down in the daytime. As the rival boss rolled over Johnny, he had more handle on the gun. There was a shot that echoed all over the docks. Eddie is the one shot. Johnny pushes the corpse off of him and stands up. He wipes off the gun which had his, and Eddie's, finger prints all over it and tosses the gun next to the body. He was almost in the clear until he saw a frightened young woman carrying a sack of groceries. Her eyes were wide as she saw one of the men stand over the very man he just killed…the man that was going to kill him. The mysterious woman dropped her bags and fled. All Johnny could see of the woman was her short, strange hair. He walked over to the abandoned grocery bags and saw two bottles of Mountain Dew and Sour Skittles.

"Shit, I gotta find that woman."

Azalea ran as fast as she could. She just witnessed a murder. She was sure the surviving man saw her and knew she must've seen the whole thing unfold. She was biting her already short nails to the nub praying he wasn't searching for her. It was supposed to be a normal day for her and she just had to witness a man get killed. She couldn't go to her apartment anytime soon, so Azalea opted for hiding out in Port Charles.

Dante Falconeri and Ronnie Domestico were standing at the scene of the crime. Dante, knowing who the deceased man was, ponders who would take out Port Charles' up-and-coming mob boss. Who would kill someone in broad daylight in an area that most people walk around? He knew that Eddie Sanchez had two rivals: Sonny Corinthos and Johnny Zacchara. Now, all he had to do was figure out which men did the deed.

"Tough break for the guy."

"You're telling me. Looks like his chest is blown all over this pier. Is the medical examiner here yet?"

"Yep. Well, there's a gun with no fingerprints. Who ever did this was definitely a professional."

"And what professional killer do we know that is capable of doing this?"

"Come on, Ronnie. Why is it when there's a crime scene, you're the first person to implicate Sonny Corinthos?"

"Really, do I need to remind you the son of a bitch shot you and didn't even realize you were his son. The man can easily shoot Sanchez to death."

"This doesn't look like Sonny's calling card."

"Sonny's calling card? Would you please respect your badge for one second and not defend daddy dearest? I got a dead mob-boss and all signs point to Sonny!"

"You're forgetting one other person: Johnny Zacchara."

Johnny made his way to his apartment. He had to track down that witness. Her unusual hair made her easy to find. Great, he had some pink-haired chick watch him kill Eddie. Exactly what he needed. It wouldn't be too long when either Dante or Jason show up at his door asking questions they didn't want answers to. He entered his apartment to find his father, Anthony, pruning his roses. Johnny wanted to find Angela Dwyer and ring her fucking neck for aiding in releasing his insane father. He even hated the thought of the word father and Anthony in the same sentence. That man was anything but. Naturally, Anthony had a smug look on his face indicating that Johnny once again let him down.

"Took you long enough to come back from chatting with Sanchez."

"Not now, old man." Johnny padded to the table holding his much-needed scotch.

"Heard the damn gunshot from all the way here. What were you thinking shooting in broad daylight? What if somebody saw you?" in that moment, Anthony knew his son had fucked up. "Jesus, Johnny! How much did they see?"

"Don't worry about. I have my men looking for her."

"So, it's a woman. Johnny, you have to get the witness before she talks to the cops. For once, would you take my advice? You see this plant? You have to kill the bad roots before it spreads to the rest of the plant."

"Look, just sit there planting your fucking garden and stay out of my business. I'm running this business the way I want to. Got it?"

"You better find a way to pin this on Sonny."

"I told you for the thousandth time, me and Sonny are at peace!"

"You do the Zacchara name injustice. We don't make peace! It's a pass for the other guy to screw you. Now, we have to kill the witness. She's the only person, right?"

"Whatever, old man." Johnny grabbed his keys, gun, and left.

Azalea went to a clothing store and swiped a hoodie when no one saw her. She knew she couldn't change her hair within the hour, so she figured she would go incognito until she can either escape or things blew over. The latter choice was never going to happen, and she knew she had to hightail it out of Port Charles.

Johnny remembered the grocery bag had a logo of a store nearby. He decided to go there and ask about her. The way she looked at him affected him. He distinctly recalled her eyes were dark…like onyx. Reaching the grocery store, desperately tried to come up with a way to ask the store clerk about the woman without sounding suspicious. He entered the establishment seeing an old man standing behind the counter.

"Hi, may I help you with anything?"

"Yeah, by any chance have you seen a woman with pink hair walk in here today?"

"Yep, she's my regular. Though, she never really tells me anything about her. Strange girl…always come in here almost every other day buying up my stock of Mountain Dew and Skittles. Why are you so interested n her?" Johnny saw the man had a skeptical look on his face.

"We were old childhood friends. I wanted to surprise her."

"Oh, she once told me she lived at Harbor View Towers. You could try there."

"Thanks for your help." Johnny left the store and headed back to the apartment.

Azalea was scared to go back to her apartment, but she needed to pack a few provisions in order to hide out. The first thing she was going to do was dye her hair. She hated that part because she loved her fuchsia locks. After stealthily wandering around Port Charles, Azalea was taking the huge risk of being in her apartment.

"Okay, maybe that man was already arrested. Then, you're in the clear. What am I saying? It would've been in the news already. Okay, Azalea, think. What to do? You could barricade yourself in the apartment and pray to holy hell he doesn't track you down. Or…you could run and hide out in Canada…yeah right. He can still find me and kill me there. Okay, just get some things and go. In and out. That's not going to be so hard to do. What the hell am I saying?"

Azalea entered the apartment building shaking uncontrollably. It just hit her…for the first time in her life, she saw someone die right in front of her. It chilled her to the bone. The man just killed another person and acted so cold…distant. Like it was as monotonous as doing the laundry. Johnny entered the apartment and saw some people standing out in the hall. Being the boss of a mob, it had its perks with residents always complying in order not to be targeted. He asked if they knew a young woman, that had pink hair, lived in the apartment complex. He was greeted with a confirmation along with the room number. Azalea had grabbed a duffle bag and jammed all the stuff she could fit into it. She opened her door only to find the murderer at her threshold.

"Where do you think you're going?" Johnny sneered down at the woman.