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This is my first GTA Fan Fiction. I plan to write it in relation to both the GTA V Online story and the Offline story.

Ch. 1

Introduction

Alexandria Williams stepped off the curb of the sidewalk, her high heal clicking against the concrete. She dodged around a blue car as she made her way slowly from the convenient store to her black Gauntlet. The sound of a car horn sounding down the street caused her to fret a little and quicken her pace. Upon reaching the car she jumped in and peeled out from in front of the tiny little store.

She knew all too well that the desk attendant would be waking up soon and would call the cops. She had to get out of there before they could identify her car.

She had made it about a mile before pulling off into an ally way. She parked her car, pulled off her paper bag mask, and cut on the cabin light. She pulled the take from her pocket and began counting it.

80. 100. 200. 300. 400. 500. 520. 540. 545. 547.

Five-hundred and forty- seven dollars. Sigh. That wasn't much. At least, it would go towards her apartment fund. Sleeping in her car was becoming tiring.

Alex hadn't been in Los Santos long, at least, not enough to get a real place to live with her no money. She had stolen the Gauntlet and a contact of hers had paid for a switch of tags and such. At least she had that. Some people moving to a new city had a friend who's couch she could crash on… she had contacts. That had been something her father's notoriety had gotten her. As soon as she let slip that the great Steven Williams' daughter was moving to town she had work flying at her. Unfortunately, working for gang bangers and a crooked car salesman… wasn't making the money she had hoped. She had saved up most of what she earned, but was still stuck to sleeping in the cramped back seat of her muscle car and washing her hair in the sinks of Burger Shot.

You see, Alex was born and raised in Liberty City. Her life, back then, had varied from perfect to absolutely shit, for she was the only daughter of a crime legend and a drug addicted prostitute. The highs… and the lows.

For the first four years of her life she was raised by her mother, living in a small apartment in the Chase Point district of Bohan. Melissa Abernathy worked the streets at night, leaving her daughter to be checked on periodically by their neighbor. During the day Melissa was either sleeping or getting high. In fact, Alex's first memories of her mother were of her leaning over a table snorting a line of cocaine while a man… used her from behind. Alex would sometimes find herself trying to look further back, to find a memory early, fairer. Perhaps, being cuddled against Melissa's breast while the woman smiled down fondly, but there was nothing. Alex only had that, and what she remembered after… were no better. Truly, Alex may not have made it and if she had her life would be meaningless… if it hadn't been for her father.

Steven Williams had never had any desire to have a daughter, and when he discovered that girlfriend Melissa had gotten pregnant… he wanted nothing to do with her or her baby. He had stopped by Melissa's shabby apartment for one reason and one reason only… he needed to collect some drugs that she had been holding for his partner. He had expected to just slip in and slip out, but things are never quite that simple. What he found was a tiny little toddler, sitting in the floor with a ragged stuffed rabbit, a soiled pull-up, and an empty sippy cup, crying her eyes out. The baby's hair was the same strawberry blonde and her eyes were the same bright green. It was love at first sight.

Steven took his daughter away from that life and into his penthouse in the Middle Park East area of Algonquin. From that point her life was severely changed. Steven hired a woman to care for the child when he was away. Still, Alex had been damaged by the lack of attention her mother had given her. It took her longer than normal to learn how to talk well and walk well, but she did.

One problem remained: her father was a criminal, and a notorious one at that. He had made a lot of enemies and it was dangerous for her. Steven robbed people, conned people, killed people. He was a major dealer in organized crime and that was no place for a toddler. Still, Alexandria grew up in a nice home with a loving father.

Alex spent a lot of time around her father's criminal plans and despite his best efforts to avoid her falling into that life, she picked it up. It had started with robbing convenient stores, but after she almost got caught Steven decided to teach her the proper way to be a criminal.

However, things couldn't go smoothly forever and when Alex was sixteen he was sent to jail under a stack of charges a mile high. Back to her mother she went. Of course, having a roof over her head was enough. She could care for herself, and the lessons her father had taught came in handy. Of course she was young, and avoided the scores the size her father would have taken. Still, knowing how to properly stick up a gas station kept her out of prison, herself.

Alex was unable to see her father again until she was eighteen and old enough to visit the prison without a guardian. That was the same year she started serious crime. While still young, she wasn't taken seriously by her father's associates, but partnering with other young less polished criminals proved helpful. The group molded their skills together, all the while pulling off scores. She was able to get a modest but nice apartment in Algonquin and live a nice life. On the weekends she would drive out to Alderney and visit her father in the state penitentiary.

After a few years, Alex and her group had made a name for themselves in the city. They had even being doing work for a larger crime family in Alderney. Things were pretty good.

Unfortunately for Alex, good things never last forever.

It had been the fault of one of the original members, Graham. They'd been planning to rob a bank, a small, but a bank, none the less. He just freaked out… declared he couldn't do it anymore and left. He turned them all in on the cops, telling them everything for amnesty. Alex always assumed the feds had somehow caught on, that Graham had slipped up and made himself known. She wanted to believe they had come to him, rather than he go to them. Still, she was uncertain.

The day of the robbery, they hadn't even managed to yell "give me the money," before the FIB along with the LCPD arrived at the front door with guns and cuffs. They… didn't have a plan for this. Sure, they thought there might be heat, but not that early in the game. Still young and somewhat unexperienced at facing down cops… they panicked. One relatively new member, Ricky started shooting at a cop with his shot gun. He grazed a FIB agent's arm before being taken down by the remaining police. That gave the others time to escape out the back, however. A high speed chase through the streets of Liberty City… was what it all lead to, and by the very end… Alex was the only one not killed or arrested.

She managed to escape down a back alley and steal an unattended motorcycle after their car hit the corner of a building. She thought the others had followed her, but she didn't discover until later their true fates. Collin had been shot in the leg before being disarmed by the feds and eventually put behind bars. Brandon, a man who… Alex had been explicitly close to, was shot and killed, but not after taking down a few cops with him.

Alex made it to a friend's house, afraid to go home. She stayed there for a few days, making arrangements. Graham heard she had made it, and with a sudden change of heart, perhaps after the loss of two of his friends, he warned her. The FIB knew who she was and would find her sooner or later. He helped get her a fake ID and a plane ticket, and she left Liberty City.

That was how she got to San Andreas, and why she was where she was now.

The sound of a chime caused Alexandria to jerk upright. Her forehead felt raw where it had been resting against her car's steering wheel. The hot leather had torn at her skin in her swift sitting motion. She groaned, pulling her phone from its resting place in the center console. She rubbed her eyes, unlocking it, and hitting the text messages symbol. At least she had a phone. Gerald was highlighted, showing it was him who had sent the text. She tapped it, opening their conversation.

"Alright, fool. I got a word on a hustle. It's outside a town at this serious dealer's spot, but you don't gotta deal with him. He's been selling chemical to some hillbilly types cookin out their RV. Boost the caravan and meet my dudes at the YouTool depot off the freeway. You get money, and I'm in the crystal game. It's all good," it read.

"Alright," Alex whispered to herself, "another job… more money." Good, she needed it. She flicked through her contacts until she found the name Geoff. She tapped it, calling him up.

Ring, ring.

Geoff had been one of the few friends she had made during her time is Los Santos. He was a two bit criminal she had met up with after he mugged a rich lady walking down the street in Rockford Hills. Since then he had started running with her, working on jobs that her employers had given her. He was her go to man and the only one she could really rely on. He had even allowed her to sleep on his couch a few times.

"Mmm, hello?" he moaned in a sleepy voice.

"Gerald has a job for us," Alex said, shifting in her seat.

"Mmm now?" he moaned.

"Yes, now. I'm coming to get you." There was a pause, only static crackled over the phone line.

"Fine, I'll be ready."

Alex started up the Gauntlet, put it in gear, and tapped the pedal, pulling from the parking lot she had been sleeping in.

It didn't take her long to get to Geoff's house, since she had been parked in the area. When she blasted the horn, he came stumbling out, dressed in baggy ripped jeans and a faded red shirt. His brown hair was tousled and tangled, looking like he had just woken and thrown on some clothes. He flopped in her car and slammed the door. He blinked tiredly at his companion.

"Where to today?" he asked Alex. She pulled out her phone, tapping in the GPS directions.

"Sandy Shores," she said hesitantly. Alex had never been outside Los Santos since her arrival in San Andreas.

"Ugh, Blaine County," Geoff whined. He snatched her phone, checking the message and sighed. "Great."

"What's wrong with that?" Alex asked, starting the drive.

"It's just super run down, full of trailers and hillbillies. It's like drug dealer central."

"Sounds about right… we're stealing a meth RV."

"From who?"

"Dunno." Geoff sighed, leaning back in his seat.

"Well, at least wake me up when we get there."

"Fine, but I get to crash on your couch when we get back!"

"Sure," he mumbled.

"And use your shower."

"Whatever you want, Alexy."

Alex didn't say anything else, she simply allowed him to pass out with his head against the window.

It did take some time to get all the way to this place, and boy, was Geoff right. The place was covered in a dull yellow sand, dusted with rusted trailers and broken down pickup trucks. Across the land she could see a body of water sparkling in the moonlight. Though, she had never been to Blaine County, she knew that it was the Alamo Sea. Across the water in the foggy distance she could see the outline of a large rock formation. Mount Chiliad, she knew. Even though Sandy Shores was rather trashy, Alex knew she'd like to see past it someday. Perhaps, adventure out into the forest or visit the quant Paleto Bay. This, was not how she imagined the wilderness of San Andreas.

"Wake up," Alex said, smacking Geoff on the arm. Her partner jerked awake.

"What? What?" he gasped. Alex giggled.

"We're here," she said, simply, turning the corner. She could see the liquor store in the distance. Though, it was dark, she could see men with guns sprinkled around the area. She stopped the car across the street. "How many are there?" Geoff stretched his neck.

"Ten, maybe?"

"That sounds about right. I'll go round back, you take front." Alex jumped from her car before her friend could complain. Still she heard him moan, "Oh why do I have to take front?" from the car as she darted around the side of Liquor Ace.

She squeezed the handle of her pistol, the feeling comforting her. She crept quietly along the side, looking around. Pausing by the stairs of a nearby building she saw a man with an AK-47 on top. She readied her gun and dashed up the stairs, popping the man in the chest before he could even try to stop her. She grabbed the assault rifle and dove over the railing, darting towards the store. She could hear gunfire ring off from the side, it was a pistol, Geoff. Assault shots followed, but a pistol shot silenced him. The men would now be focusing on her friend, which meant she had the drop. Rounding the corner, she shot two of the men in the back. She saw Geoff, dodging around the RV that it seems they were meant to steal. When he came back into view, he was holding an AK. He fired at some distant man that Alex couldn't see. She moved around the RV with him.

"Get in," he called. "I'll cover you!" Geoff fired at some the men, causing them to dodge behind obstacles. Alex took that chance to hop into the RV and climb into the driver's seat. She started the engine with a vroom, dropping to the ground when a bullet hit the side. She aimed her rifle shooting at whoever she could see.

"Come on!" she called back to Geoff. The man dove inside, shutting the door behind them. "Grab the wheel!" Alex smashed on the gas pedal, firing her gun as the RV peeled away. Geoff turned the vehicle allowing a clean get away. Once a few blocks away, Alex handed her friend her gun, and jumped in the seat, taking control. Geoff sighed. "I hope they don't follow us. I don't want to risk too many bullets hitting us. This is a rolling meth lab and I don't want to explode." She knew all too well that gang members did not like having their stuff stolen. Geoff looked out the back window.

"I think we're good," he said with a sigh of relief.

Alex smiled a wide smile, a thrill taking over her. She sometimes got this overwhelming feeling when getting away with intense crimes.

"Woo!" she screamed, jumping in her seat. It was nice to get away with something for once, without any repercussions.

Well, she spoke too soon.