Hello, GirlGoneGamer here! Me and Cry-Of-A-Warp-Engine decided to bring you another GTA V story! I came up with this idea when I was replaying the Bury The Hatchet mission on my PS3 version of the game. (Yeah, I need to keep up with the times, I'm just like Michael.) But when I was replaying the Ludendorff part, I thought of what if Blake did something after discovering Brad's actually dead. I told this idea to my friend, he liked it and wanted to work on it with me and add his own OC's.

I do not own Grand Theft Auto V! Rockstar Games owns it! Blake De Santa, Kynsleigh Luna, and even Blake's friends, Maxie J and Lunchables is what I own for this story! Cry-Of-A-Warp-Engine owns Indie and Logan Khranitel in this story! Hope you all enjoy this story!

The Road Not Taken

The white snow danced in the dark sky of Ludendorff, North Yankton as it covered the green grass with a white blanket. It turn out to a peaceful night in the small snowy town, until hours ago Blake was forced to dig up a grave to revealed the truth behind Michael's lies at Ludendorff Cemetery.

Before all of this, Blake was just downstairs in the De Santa's house, until she decide to eavesdrop on Michael and Trevor's conversation outside the living room, hoping to get new information. With an enraged Trevor, Blake was drag and force into stealing Michael's Tailgater with a pistol to the side of her head to take them towards McKenzie Airfield so they can fly a plane towards Ludendorff for the truth to be revealed.

"Hey, I'm tired of this, Uncle T." Blake retorted, dropping the shovel on top of the wooden casket, until Trevor stopped her from climbing out, by pushing her as she landed on her back.

"You're gonna fuckin' dig for your life whether you like it or not!" Trevor retorted, as Blake looked up at the Canadian. "If you don't, I'll fucking kill and bury you six feet under, before I piss on your grave, Blakesleigh De Santa!"

"Ugly asshole." Blake muttered, before she kept shoveling more dirt and threw it back behind her. As Blake kept digging without even looking back up, the dark haired teen heard more crunching snow like there was more footsteps heading towards them.

"You're wasting your time, T."

Blake heard Michael's voice, as her teal colored eyes widened and decided to look up from the grave and stop shoveling.

"And where the hell is she?" Michael questioned, as Blake had a hard time getting out of the grave while the palm of her hands were covered with blisters and blood, making the dark haired teen cry out in pain. "You makin' her dig out my own grave, what are you, fuckin' nuts?" He retorted, before heading towards the dugout grave and had his hand out for Blake as the dark haired teen was laying on her back, and noticed him.

"Uncle Michael…" Blake said, slowly as she started to get up and grab onto his hand, while Michael lifted his niece. "Ow, ow, ow… Its hurts so much." She groaned, as Michael noticed Blake's blood on the snow, and even on his gloved hands.

"Ah, fuckin suck it up, Blake. You were always such a crybaby, since you were born." Trevor responded, before climbing into the grave and grabbing the shovel.

"It's cause, I have to look at your ugly face all the time, when I had Uncle Michael and Brad to look after me as great uncles." Blake explained.

"See, Mikey, this is why Macey raised a crybaby, but right now I don't give a shit about it now…" Trevor explained, before lifting up a pickaxe once he stop shoveling dirt. "Because the truth will come out to the light." He said, having the pickaxe over his shoulder.

"You'll be sorry." Michael said.

As Michael and Blake were looking at Trevor using the pickaxe, the Canadian started removing a few pieces of the wooden casket as it showed a familiar dead face which Blake and Trevor had both shocked faces.

"No… No… That's…" Blake started to say, as her teal colored eyes stare at the dead face of a familiar person from her past.

"As if I didn't know… Brad." Trevor said, after seeing the decaying face of their old friend. When Blake heard Brad's name, she fallen onto her knees as she felt warm tears coming out of her eyes while being silent. "So, what the hell is this about, you fat fuck?! Huh? You hid this away from me and Blake? Was that your fuckin' plan, you fuckin' traitor?!" He started asking questions, as she pushed Blake onto the cold, crunchy snow while he climb out of the grave.

"We were not gonna survive out here." Michael explained, as Blake kept staring at the decaying face of Brad. "You knew that job was dangerous. He got shot. I got shot too, and we both fell in the snow, but I survived."

"So, the plan was to fuck me? And what about crybaby here…" Trevor questioned, before pointing towards Blake who still had her shock state, lying against the cold snow. "We mourned you. She was there, Mikey with her own mother, crying loudly for you. And after almost ten years, you have finally showed your true fuckin' colors!" He shouted the last part, as he pulled out his combat pistol and Michael did the same thing.

As the argument continues, Blake can feel her hands shaking lighty while her bleeding palms were resting on her red plaid skirt and blue skinny jeans.

"Everything… everything was a lie from the beginning… And Uncle Michael was the one who lied too many times. Now, I know that Uncle Brad's dead, I don't know what to do next… Either let my anger resurface, or conceal my feelings once more."

"I mourned you!" Trevor shouted with anger.

"I missed you, Trevor. Including Blake." Michael confessed.

"How the fuck do you miss this crybaby?" Trevor questioned. "She's our fuckin' niece, and now you're showing feelings towards her!"

"She's not my niece… She's more than that." Michael confessed, as Blake looked up at him with watery eyes. "Blake's actually my daughter."

Blake's teal colored eyes widened as she suddenly look up at Michael. "What… No… It can't be true..." She said shockingly.

"Oh I see now…" Trevor said, after a few seconds of realizing the truth. Blake gave out a sudden cry as Trevor grab onto the back of the dark haired teen's raven black hair, while dragging her in front of Michael. "I can see the fuckin' resemblance now. Like fat fuck father, and crybaby daughter!"

"You let her go now!" Michael shouted, angrily aiming at Trevor's head.

"Oh, I am gonna let her go, unless she…" Trevor explained before placing the gun into Blake's left hand, as he pushed the dark haired teen to the ground with the gun next to her. Blake slowly grabbed with her left hand, as she stood up while examining it with both hands. "Gets her fuckin' revenge on you. Go ahead, Blake. Take the fuckin shot!" He said, shouting the last part.

As Blake stared at the gun in both of her hands, she promised herself to never kill another family member after what happened with her mother. After all the abuse and torture, Blake remembered pulling the trigger back before escaping her old life in Ludendorff. But now she was faced with a decision and her heart is telling her not to kill Michael.

Instead, she had something else in mind.

As the dark haired teen toss the gun into Brad's grave, she didn't bother to look at Michael or even at Trevor while looking down at her brown combat boots.

"I promised myself not to kill another family member-" Blake started to explained, before she cut off by Trevor who shoves her down into Brad's grave.

"Blake!" Michael called out as Blake moaned out in pain, once she landed on her back and with her face close to Brad's decaying face.

"How did I know…" Trevor said, revealing an extra pistol which was hidden in Blake's black leather jacket. Before Blake slowly stands back up, she noticed the shovel and look back at Trevor with narrowing teal colored eyes. "She doesn't have the fuckin tits. But I'm the only one who has the fuckin' balls." He explained, before pointing the extra pistol at Michael as his index finger is against the trigger.

"Aaaah!" Blake gave out a loud war cry, before striking the back of Trevor's kneecap with the shovel, making the Canadian drop to the snowy ground along with Blake's pistol toss to the side.

"Fuck!" Trevor shouted in agony, while holding his kneecap as Michael manage to grab the other pistol before the Canadian was able to reach out.

As Blake held onto the shovel with one hand while dragging it into the snow, the dark haired teen climbed out of Brad's grave before staring at Trevor while showing a sinister look in her teal colored eyes like she's disgusted by looking at him.

With her Townley rage building up, Blake showed a smirk on her face before raising the shovel with both hands up in the air. Trevor looked back up at Blake, as his dark eyes widened when he saw a female version of Michael in front of him, dressed in the Ludendorff bank job clothes.

"Wait, Shrimp-" All of a sudden, Blake wacked Trevor's head with the metal part of the shovel as he gained a large bleeding gash on his head before he remain unconscious in a matter of seconds.

As Michael heard that loud thud noise, he saw Blake slowly walking towards him still having the shovel in both hands, which causes him to react while his blue eyes widened in fear. "Blake?" Michael called out before he started walking backwards until he fallen into the snow. "The hell are you doin'? Put that shovel down, young lady!"

Blake started snickering quietly, before giggling to herself until she started laughing loudly like a crazed person attacking its prey.

"Do you know what is like trying to hold back my fucking anger, Michael?" Blake questioned, after when she calmed down her loud laughter. "It was consuming me everyday when I was around Momma and Amanda… You don't know what it's like trying to be normal... You've told me that your father abused you ever since you were a kid like me… Well, guess what? I'm just the spitting image of you, no matter what!" She said, while waving around the shovel, almost hitting Michael after when he stood back up. "I can't believe that I'm your daughter… All this time… my dad was you the whole time. I was wondering who had the same black hair as me… or even my strange eyes that I've always get teased a lot when I was in daycare… But now…" Blake said, before holding the shovel with both hands. "The truth us out…" She said, before raising the shovel back as Michael's blue eyes widened. "AND I WILL NOT ACCEPT IT!" She shouted with warm tears running down her face, before whacking Michael on his forehead with such a strong force as the dark haired father fallen down onto the snowy ground.

As Michael tries to raise his head from the snowy ground, he definitely can hear the ringing in his ear while touching his head. Once he noticed the blood on the palm of his hand, Michael looked back up at his youngest daughter as she stood in front of him with the shovel in both hands while staring down at him.

"No… Blake… you don't have to do this… I love you, baby girl." Michael tried to say, as he can feel his eyes getting heavy along with his body, before reaching out towards Blake.

"I'm sorry, Michael… You will understand what I went through. By the time, you wake up…" Blake said, before getting on her knees next to Michael's left hand side. "You will never see me again." She said quietly, before Michael stare at his youngest daughter once more, whispering out her name until his head dropped against the snow, fallen unconscious.

As Blake stared back at the two unconscious men in the snow, she realized what she has done before while her teal colored eyes widened in fear, dropping the shovel into the snow.

"No… what have I done…" Blake said, looking at Michael and Trevor who remained unconscious with large bleeding gashes on the side of their heads.

Worried about that her dark side will start consuming her more, Blake felt like she wanted to flee from the cemetery before anything bad happens. As she was about to leave, Blake decided to take out both Michael and Trevor's wallets and stolen over $1000 to have along her $500 in her chain wallet. Once Blake look back at Michael's unconscious form while putting his wallet back, the dark haired teen pulled out her violet colored matte lipstick and place a kiss on her supposedly called father's cheek. "I'm sorry." She whispered, before leaving her tube of matte lipstick in his coat pocket and stood back up on her feet, running away from the scene, taking the money and her pistol.

Running away from the two unconscious men was the only thing to do in order for her to turn out like them. Now knowing that Michael's her birth father and Brad's truly dead, Blake felt betrayed as she'd walked into the snowy town where she once grew up in, before leaving it all for Los Santos.

Even though the small town hasn't change, Blake loved seeing the bright lights from inside and outside of the buildings and even the neon lights as she'd walk on the sidewalk. As the cold breeze of the Ludendorff air blew passed the dark haired teen, Blake started hugging her herself as she never forgot about this snowy town that she'd live all her life.

"I wanna go home… But I'm a runaway again." Blake said to herself, before she started rubbing her hands together to make warmth, using friction between them. "There's only one place I can go to… But it's not Los Santos." She said, before noticing a black and red Bravado Gauntlet and decided to take the car for herself, leaving the snowy streets to headed back to a place that she used to call home.

As Blake drove through the snow in the Gauntlet, the dark haired teen manages to find Winterwood Trailer Park that she, her mother, and the others lived at before moving out and starting new lives somewhere else.

"Home sweet home… for now." Blake thought to herself.

Looking around the trailer park while driving slowly, Blake found the old trailer park home where she once lived with her mother, as she parked the Gauntlet next to the three bedroom and two bathroom trailer home.

Staring at the trailer home for a few seconds, Blake climbed out of the Gauntlet and pulled out a bobby pin from her short raven black hair as she decide to break in through the front door. It only takes her 20 seconds for her to break into the trailer home, as she can see the rented furniture was still covered with white sheets, like her mother put on when it was moving day for her and Blake.

"God this place haven't even change…" Blake thought to herself, as she looked around the living room/kitchen area from the front door.

After closing the door behind her, Blake only taken just a few steps as she felt a piece of paper on the hardwood floor when her right brown combat boot stepped on it.

'I can't take this anymore. I need drugs more than that crying terror.'

"Oh god…" Blake said quietly, as she read the note on the floor, before standing back up and started thinking. Did the previous owner had a baby and wanted drugs more than the little one itself? When Blake thought of that, it causes her to go into panic mode. "Wait a minute." She whispered, before heading towards the bedroom where the supposedly drug junkie mother should be.

When she tries to open the door, it was locked from the other side until Blake suddenly heard the faint cry of a small baby, until the dark haired teen started body slamming herself onto the door to make it break open. After four tries, Blake realized that it was useless for her small body to break down the door by herself.

"Aw, fuck it." Blake said, before pulling out her pistol and started aiming at the lock of the door.

*BANG*

The lock on the door was blown off as Blake finally entered the bedroom which used to belong to her birth mother. As she look around the room, Blake found the source of where the crying came from once she noticed a small two week old newborn baby girl laying down in a cherry wood crib and only wore a swaddler diaper on her tiny body.

Before getting close towards her, Blake had to wash her hands after noticing the bleeding blisters on the palm of her hands. She headed towards the bathroom and wash them with cold water and soap, as she gave out a sudden cry of pain, before drying them off with a towel.

"Fuckin' Trevor… Great, now I sound just like Michael." Blake said to herself while looking inside the medicine cabinet and notice a roll of rough bandages to cover up her blisters.

While wrapping her palms with rough bandages, Blake returned back to the baby girl who remained fussing loudly to get someone's attention to care about her.

"Hey… Hey, little one…" Blake said quietly, while lifting up the baby girl before sitting down on the bedside and avoiding the used syringe needles that the druggie mother used to have freedom away from reality. "You are so cute… but where's Mommy?" Blake questioned the twins, as they stayed quiet for a few seconds until the baby girl started whimpering and kicking her little feet, knowing that she felt sad about what happened to her mother.

Next, Blake noticed the window open in the bedroom, in front of them as it let in the frozen Ludendorff snowy air. Blake decided to closed the window shut, now knowing what happened to the real mother. "You were abandoned, huh?" Blake questioned once more, as she sat down in front of the baby girl whose laying down on the clean side of the bed. "Don't worry… I know how to take care of little ones like you, thanks to my babysitting job when I was 14 years old, growing up here… I'll take very good care of you… Baby Kynsleigh Luna."