The Triumph and Tragedy of Sylvia "Manchester" Williams

Dan Williams wants bloody revenge for his loss of the blissful and fruitful future with the love of his life, Sylvia Williams. His life, now in shambles is now without meaning, without purpose, and without true love. Dan knew in his heart that Sylvia was the woman that God had created to fulfill his wholeness with. She was his "Destiny Bond". His life with Sylvia brought out the very best in him, and her abrupt departure from his life, along with his child, has brought out the worst. The cold, psychotic, bloodthirsty, gun crazy worst.

Who was Sylvia? What was her life before her Dan Williams came into the mix?

Ray Newble read aloud the criminal rap-sheet to the woman sitting across the other end of the interrogation table

"Assault with a deadly weapon, Vandalism, Breaking and Entering, Grand Larceny, yadda yadda. The list goes on miss Manchester. I must say that your soft, and fragile stature belies your "knack" for criminal activities."

Sylvia smiled while blowing out the sweet smoke of her mohito flavored cigarettes.

"Well, I've always considered myself a feminist pioneer."

"Funny."

"No joke intended. Detective Newble"

"Okay Miss Manchester, lets cut to the chase here. We've got bodies, and we've got you near the scene of the crime. There's a missing link that needs filling here, and it needs filling pronto."

Sylvia tapped the glowing red tip of her slow burning cigarette into the ashtray.

"And what makes you think, that im the filling piece to this link of yours?"

Ray pulled out an autopsy picture of a fat guy on a slab. There was a big hole where his nose used to be, and a chunk missing from his forehead.

"Do you know who this man is?"

"Looks like a fat guy who had one hell of a sneeze to blow, and a splitting headache."

"You're quite the comedienne miss Manchester. But we both know you can do better than that. This man is Mr. Chuck Bardonatti. He ran a pretty moderate drug operation in San Fierro, and from helpful anonymous sources we were informed that he was looking to gain more real estate down in Los Santos and tried to operate a drug connect. This prime real estate he had an appetite for, was supposedly occupied and operated by other gangs which would put him in fierce and direct competition.

Are you familiar with the Orchids miss Manchester?"

"The flowers that bloom on the closing of May and the birth of June? Yes. Im familiar with orchids." Chimed Sylvia.

Ray frowned.

"Im not talking flowers bitch. Im talking of a girl gang. Bands of whores with guns walking the streets like usual prostitutes, but with different agendas. Bitches who go around, killing, robbing, and smuggling like every other thug, ruffian, and criminal in this city. That's the type of Orchids im talking about."

"Violence doesn't discriminate against sex. Women can give it just as much as the men do I suppose."

"Is that the feminist pioneer talk Im hearing from you miss Manchester?"

"Indeed detective."

"I've got a hunch that tells me that you're part of this gang, and that you had something to do with Mr. Bardonatti's death miss Manchester. A big hunch." Said Ray

"Do you have any evidence against me detective?"

Sylvia knew the answer before he even spoke it. Yes she knew who Bardonatti was, and yes she was indeed responsible for his death. The fat man tried to make a "peace offering" with the girls by negotiating a drug co-operation between them. Their real estate for a percentage of his product known on the streets as SPANK. It was an almost unanimous decision between the Orchid generals to lure Bardonatti out from his home territory, and into theirs to lure and execute him.

Sylvia stood next to Cassandra with a smoking Uzi in her hand and a mohito cigarette in the other. The bodies of Chuck and his bodyguards were riddled with bullet holes beneath their feet.

"Well that should send a message" Said Cassandra

The death of San Andreas' most notorious criminals flashed the message throughout the city like wild fire. The Orchids were not to be fucked with, and were to be feared as much as any other male dominated organization that stalked the city.

"There is no evidence whatsoever. Just words that come and go. But sooner or later the truth will come to light. Missing drugs, dead mafiosos, and you."

"Seems like these girls actually did the police force a favor by offing this guy."

"He was better to us alive. 4 years of hard police work, and an upcoming network of stings all down the drain because of this incident. His apprehension was the rabbit hole for the career drug bust of a decade. And now his empire is left to dissolve among the greedy eager players to take his place."

"Well that's a shame detective. Question, if there's no evidence, and clearly no witnesses, or any possible warrant for my arrest, may I ask why you've got me held here?"

"You looked like you needed a ride."

"Quite frankly I didn't and I had important clients to attend to."

"Sylvia, you're playing a dangerous game here. I don't know if you had something to do with this man's death or if you didn't. I've just got a network of tipsters and hunches so far. That's it. I'll tell you this. Those women whoever they are, they're playing a dangerous game with wolves out there. A mans game whether you want to hear it or not. To even think that a small time gang, of whores at that could even light a fire to those cold blooded macho criminals on those streets is hilarious when you think about it."

Sylvia tried to mask the rise of anger that Ray invoked from her, but to no avail. The words "pissed off" was written all over her face.

"Well, im obviously of no help to you detective. May I leave now?" Asked Sylvia

Ray nodded. As Sylvia stood up and turned to leave, she deviously whipped her golden brown flowing hair around which revealed a small tattoo of pink orchids on the back of her neck.

"Good luck with your case detective." Said Sylvia as she strutted out her office with each step of her dagger heels making a loud clink on the porcelain floor.

Dan's wife Sylvia had a past life of being a murderous, lost, and lethal woman. She was also one of the founding members of the Orchids who orchestrated their immediate cementation or notoriety throughout the city along with Cassandra. One could barely tell that deep inside, that this ambitious and deadly broad had a heart of gold, and had dreams of living a straight, peaceful and happy life.

A year later, Sylvia finally decided, that she wanted out and to start anew. She forfeited her leadership to her criminal sisterhood and wanted no more of her criminal life. She wanted to turn over a new leaf and the person to help her accomplish that was none other than Detective Ray himself.

What Detective Ray never understood, was where Sylvia's fall from grace originated from. She came from a privileged household, graduated from high school with honors, and was a student at a prestigious academy college. Where did the criminal mind snap from? To which Sylvia would always answer,

"I was a rich girl, simply sick of the ordinary life. I wanted to live the dangerous life. But, now I realize, that ordinary is where I belong, and that ordinary is where I will find true happiness."

Sylvia transformed herself from a gun toting bimbo, to a happy kindergarten teacher who took the best of what ordinary gave her. One day, Ray invited Sylvia over to a potluck dinner with the force, to which she reluctantly accepted to go. She knew some of the police force who affiliated with Ray, and despite her turn of a "new leaf," she still left a bad taste in some of the officer's mouths. Apparently there were still sore assholes over the long forgotten career bust that the "Orchids" had sabotaged.

It was there through Ray where she would meet the love of her life, Dan Williams. Dan was a detective under Ray's tutelage who was new to the force. Once they locked eyes, they locked hearts as well.

Love was in the air....yadda...yadda....yadda...as Ray would say.

Sylvia and Dan became married and lived a happy life together. It became even happier when Sylvia became pregnant. Then, on that fateful day, it all came to an end.

Dan and Sylvia held hands while walking the strip in Las Ventura's. They both were in desperate need of a vacation together away from the busy work life they both had with Sylvia as a teacher and for Dan as a Detective. They planned their trip for months, and it finally arrived, and it was here at one of their happiest moments shared in life where it ended.

The Red Dragon's Casino was one of the places they both longed to go to, and finally they were there. Sylvia squeezed Dan's hand tightly as she sucked on a mojito flavored popsicle.

"That's the 7th one we've had to stop at a gas station to pick up for you to eat. Slow down woman!" Teased Dan.

"Oh go to hell!"

"Ooh such foul language for a kindergarten teacher!"

"Im off duty so I can say whatever the fuck I want for now."

They laughed and shared an intimate kiss. As Dan took her finished popsicle stick to the nearest trash dump, it was there where he saw a black van screech and make an abrupt stop out of nowhere.

It was as if everything after that was all in slow motion. 7 men dressed all in black jumped out and each were armed with automatic weapons aimed in the very direction he and Sylvia were standing. Before he could shout her name, shots were fired. Before Sylvia even knew what had even happened, in an instant, her body was shredded with bullets.

The very embodiment of Dan's joy in a very instant, gone before she even hit the ground. Dan ran for her, but felt a hot fire searing through his chest and his arm. He knew he was hit, but he didn't care. He used every last of his strength to crawl himself towards Sylvia before collapsing. Her face was turned away and the last image he had of her was the beautiful pink orchids that were drawn on the back of her neck.

He called her name, until he lost consciousness.