CONTAINS SPOILERS

This story takes place in the days following Option B (Kill Michael).

This is my very first Fan Fiction. I plan on adding many more chapters. (Or not so many) All criticism is allowed. Good Criticism is encouraged

ENJOY!

The morning after Michael's death was filled with thought. Franklin could've saved one of the decent people in his life and could've taken out "The Trash." Trevor didn't have much to live for. Michael on the other hand had just gotten his family back. Shit. He wasn't thinking straight that night. After a few days of thought Franklin thought of an idea that couldn't fully redeem himself, but could take some weight of his shoulders.

He decided to give Lester a call. "Yo dog, Lester, man I'm gonna need you to transfer both of Trevor's and Michael's money from the gold over to my account. I'm not sure if you heard but-"

"Ah yes. Michael De Santa is dead," Lester said with a sigh as if he has already gotten over his friend's death. "Yes I heard you killed my friend from many years past. Alright, I can understand why Michael's money needs to be transferred… but uhm, why Trevor's?"

"Man, lets just say we ain't gonna hear from Trevor no more." Franklin said, finally recognizing it was really going to happen. "Man, fuck. I feel bad about what I did to Michael. I tried saving that fool's ass in the end… but things don't work out, y'know? Michael wanted this fool's ass dead anyway so we'll just say it was dying wish, dog."

"I see. Feel bad. Want redemption. Alright… I guess I can transfer Trevor's and Michael's payout to you bank account. Um, dog? Just make sure my last friend's death is quick and painless? I heard you shot Michael several times before you threw him of the construction tower." Lester sounded serious about the quick and painless. And sad to believe it was his last real friend.

"Alright. I'll call you when this is all over. Peace dog." Peace. Peace was the opposite of this problem.

"Peace, I guess," Lester replied and hung up.

Then there was silence.

Franklin had thought this situation over. Sitting in his home nearly 20 minutes after his call with Lester, Franklin was ready to get this overwith.

Franklin dialed up Trevor. "Um, hey Trevor."

"Oh if it isn't the man who killed my best friend." Trevor chuckled a weird laugh to himself. He was definitely returned back to psychotic self. "What do you want? For me to forgive you? Because, that my friend, can NOT be done. Wait wait. Or is it you want me to meet you in some secluded area so you can pop a cap in me too." Bingo. "Well you know what. Not happening. You can't put a bullet in both me and my best friend."

Franklin sighed, "Yo listen homie, you should be thanking me for this. I saved your bitch ass."

"By killing a man with a family? Great idea. I didn't hate Michael. I just wanted my friend back. Hell, who put you up to this?"

"Devin Weston."

"You could've told us this what was happening and we could've taken Devin out. Together. The three of us. The no one in our little group would have died."

"Listen man I wasn't thin-"

"Listen man I wasn't thinking," Trevor mocked Franklin. "You know what though. You got me thinking. I know you want to come kill me because of the FIB. I get it. I just won't let it happen. So you know what?"

"Man I don't know can't we just drop this?" Franklin felt truly bad for the man he planned on killing.

"Can you Shut. The. Fuck. Up," Trevor replied. " You better watch your back because I've got to my own skin too. I'm coming for you Franklin Clinton. I'm coming for you. Let the games begin." Then the other line went dead.

Franklin didn't hesitate. He got straight in his car and headed North. Ready for blood.