Chapter 2:

How did Rachel become the monster she is today? We tried our best to raise our daughter right and it was all in vain!

It's the question Rachel's parents pondered over and over and over. Rachel was always daddy's little girl, and her dad, Randall, looked on in shock at the breaking news that just so rudely interrupted his soap opera, "As Wal-Mart Turns". His little girl was on TV, holed up in a bank. Just then, his lovely wife of 5 years walked in, softly laying a hand on Randall's shoulder.

"Honey, you seem tense."

Randall turned and sadly looked at Arella. He was on the verge of tears. At the mention of their daughter's name, they both looked back at the TV. Arella gasped. "OH! My Baby!"

Officer Grayson pounded on the locked doors of the Bank of America. By this time, there were 16 police Crown Vic cruisers outside the bank, every one of their sirens blaring. Officers scrambled out of their vehicles and ducked behind their doors, waiting for the inevitable gunfight, which would never come. Inside, Rachel smirked at the officer through the glass doors, and then shot at another customer trying to disarm her. Grayson dived to the ground and scrambled away.

Confident that her plan was working, Rachel walked over to a cowering customer, yanked him up and put the tek-9 to his head. Mumbling something about money, she shot and killed a female customer, and then, using the male customer as a human shield, Rachel made her way to the rear bank exit. Amazingly, the alley was quiet. She mumbled under her breath.

"Suckers!"

She shoved the customer away and sprinted off at full speed. Luckily for her, she reached the bus stop in time, for the LAX bound 419 was arriving.

"Time to close up shop. Bout' time I took my skills elsewhere"

Rachel shoved the tek-9 into her backpack with whatever money she did rob from the Bank Of America, which amounted to just over $10,000, and hopped the bus. And she was off.

Back outside the bank, surrounded by police, and which now included the Local 7 news, Officer Grayson could only shake his head in disbelief as he realized his incompetent crew failed once more to contain the rogue teenager. They had failed to secure the alleyways behind the bank. And once more, the Short Beach police WERE the evening news.