The Corroded Mind of Alexandra [GTA V]

Just to let everyone reading this know; in case it isn't allowed on Webnovel, I will be censoring certain words. Most of you know exactly which words I'm talking about, GTA being what it is and all.

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"No man should pass from this world without knowing some kindness." - Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, Assassin's Creed

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*Puff* "Mmnnn..."

Gently opening her eyes, Chastity touches her forehead in slight annoyance and sits up on the bed. 

'Headache first thing in the morning? What a night...!'

Remembering what happened last night, Chastity slowly gets up and turns the handle, ever so slightly nudging the door open. Peeking out into the living room, she sees the long hair of her unexpected guest draping down the couch onto the ground. It would look nice, if the girl wasn't so deathly pale, or didn't have blood stains travelling down her arm. 

'Wonder what type of crimes she commits. Hopefully not the violent type. I'd like to not be attacked after sticking my neck out for her. Seeing that wound in her shoulder makes me worry more, though' Chastity thinks, taking a second to observe the girl.

Looking at her face more closely than last night, Chastity notices that her eyes are marked with black circles, heavier than she's ever seen. Rare, considering what line of business she's in.

Looking down towards her arms, she sees the track marks plotting her arms, an excessive amount considering her frail stature. They are faint, but scars never fully go away. A scene she's all too familiar with. 

What's most surprising, though, is the massive along the side of her back. It's very clearly a burn mark, evident from the deformed skin. The scar covers a large section of her left side, surrounded by marks of different sizes, and reaches all the way to her shoulder, which is now wounded itself.

"How the fuck..."

"As I said last night; luck."

Chastity jumps back, startled by the sudden awakening of her guest, as the girl slowly sits up from the couch, making sure to not put pressure on her right arm. She accidentally does so anyways, and is slightly surprised when no pain is felt. 

'That's strange. That should take weeks to heal, yet I barely even feel so much as a sting. Is this your doing, voice?'

As Alexandra thinks this, she continues speaking to Chastity.

"Relax. If I wanted to attack you, with how close together we were you'd already be in my grasp."

...Most likely, yes. Though I don't know how.

'...I'm too tired to deal with this right now.' Chastity thinks.

"How would you do that with your shoulder wounded?"

"Adrenaline can work wonders."

They stare at each other, Chastity slightly glaring. She eventually relents, before sighing and crossing her arms.

"Well, now that you're awake, can you get out of my house now?"

"Gonna kick an injured woman out?"

You do know that taunting doesn't get you everywhere, right?

"Yes."

"...Fair enough." she says, slowly getting up off the couch, her gaunt and lanky figure giving her a sickly appearance. 

Alexandra twists her hips and stretches her left arm, before yawning and scratching her hand. She looks down at Chastity, slightly squinting, before eventually walking towards the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Chastity asks, as Alexandra opens the bathroom door.

"Cleaning up after myself. I'd hate to leave a mess after a visit."

Chastity looks at her, annoyance lacing her features. 

"I'll clean it myself. Just get out of my house already."

Alexandra picks up her shirt and carefully puts it back on, before opening the window and looking back towards Chastity.

"Why are you leaving through the window?"

"You said your name is Chastity. Wouldn't want people to think the opposite, would you?"

"..."

"Now, I'll be going... Thank you for not calling the police. Or ending my life, now that I think about it. But then again, you were shaking slightly when pointing that gun at me. All the better for the situation I was in."

"You're very blunt, aren't you?"

"You're one to talk. You're currently kicking an injured person out of your house the second they wake up."

"I don't want a criminal in my house."

Alexandra looks down and turns her back to Chastity, before chuckling slightly, after which she slightly opens her eyes in surprise.

'...That hasn't happened in... I don't know how long...' She sits still for a second, thinking, before getting back into the bathroom, closing the window and staring back at Chastity.

"Hey."

"What is it now?"

"If you ever need anything, look around the entrance to Interstate 4 under the freeway in Strawberry. Ask around the homeless camps for 'Zanna'. As repayment for what you have done for me, I shall help you with any request you have."

Chastity looks flabbergasted, staring at Alexandra as if she's lost her damned mind.

"You look like you're about to fall over from a simple tap on the body, and you're telling me that if I need your help then to find you?"

Alexandra opens the window again, stepping onto the ledge outside.

"You love asking questions, don't you? ...Anyways, just accept my good will. I don't give it often."

She then jumps down into the alleyway below, before walking towards the exit onto Davis street, and disappearing down the sidewalk. Chastity looks out the window watching as she leaves, thoughts plaguing her mind, before closing the window and walking back into the living room, preparing for her sensual work.

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"Wassup, can a loc come up in your crib?" The man in green asks the one in blue, walking around a house from its garage.

"Man, fuck you. I'll see you at work" the blue-shirted man says, walking towards his door. At that, the jovial tone of the green-shirted man changes, as does his expression.

"Ah, *****, don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful *****. Maybe if you got rid of that old yee-yee ass haircut you got you'd get some bitches on your dick."

The man in blue facepalms, then stares down at his hand, before looking back at the man in green, who continues to tear at him. 

"Oh, better yet, maybe Tanisha'll call your dog-ass if she ever stop fucking with that brain surgeon or lawyer she fucking with." He starts walking away.

"*****..." he says, before fully turning around.

The blue-shirted man looks flabbergasted.

"What?!" He says, as the green-shirted man flips him off, continuing on the sidewalk. The man in green then sighs in exasperation. "Ah, motherfucker."

He starts to turn around, but out of the corner of his eye notices a strange sight; a pale woman, in what looks like a ragged shirt, walking down the street towards the same way Lamar was. She looked nearly dead, with a hole in the shoulder of her shirt, and a bloodied bandage covering the joint. Looking at her face and paying attention to her body movements, he speaks out:

"Hey, lady, you good?"

She turns to look at him, facial features completely dead save for her sharp grey eyes piercing into his brown ones, before ever so slightly smiling.

"Never better" she replies, continuing to walk away. He stares at her, questions boiling in his mind, until he eventually mentally shrugs, walking into his house, not noticing her turn around, staring right back.