Staryl Will: Wanted dead or alive
Reward: 300k
Description: 8 year old girl with green eyes and brown hair wielding multiple types of guns.
Wanted for mass murder of half of New York, attempted assassination of president Obama, robbing 67 banks across the nation, and breaking into 10 US post locations.

Star smiles at the tv infront of her before taking a hammer and smashing it to pieces. Around her was littered with broken glass, blood and shelves that were knocked down. She picks up her bag of goods and took out a mini bottle of hair spray. She sprays the floor leading to the middle of the store and put the bottle down then takes out a match and lights it. As she walks out of the store she sets the match down at the end of the hair spray trail and sets the store on fire.


9. Butt served

Star inhaled and exhaled, she was glad that the clothes she was wearing was oversized. She felt herself grow into the clothes, but it started to get tight. She looked down and she was right, the clothes were a little bit to small but it was easy to move around in, they were skin tight so it felt like she wasnt wearing anything. Star smiled and grabbed the closest gun to her, a large sniper rifle; it wasn't exactly her favorite gun, but it took a lot of skill to handle it.

"I'll serve your ass on a plate, bushy." Star gave him a smug look before turning around to face the target. She quickly shot 3 times and looked up, soaking in the glory. She had shot the targets exactly in the middle. "You think you can beat a little kid like me?!" Star asked, she grabbed a pistol and shot only using 1 hand. The men around her stared in disbelief, they pulled the targets back to examine them, they were all hit in the middle.

"Star, you should ease up on them, of course they can't compared to you," Ethan walks in and pets her, she was still shorter than him.

"What the hell happened to her! She just grew up!" The bushy man pointed at her like she was a monster. "Is she a cyborg?! If we're competing against a cyborg of course we'll be weaker!" Star scoffs and crosses her arms.

"Oh, I assure you, I'm just a normal. Human. Girl." She went over to the boxes where they kept the goggles and picked up a box cutter. She carefully pricked her finger, drawing blood and smiled. "Don't underestimate you enemy, it's what'll get you killed." She retorted.

"Twerp, you don't know the first thing about killing, don't think you're all high and mighty just cuz you got a few lucky hits." The crowd of men agreed to what bushy said and they riled up, complaining about this and that.

"Enough! You don't know what you're getting yourself into Mason, she's not to be joked around with." Ethan warned, it seemed like they knew he was in charge because they quickly shut up.

"Youve got to be shitting with yourself Ethan, even if she could...change into an adult, she's still a kid. Her appearance if just a shell, we've had years of experience, what is she 5? We're about 7 or 8 times older than she is! With 7 or 8 times more experience about life, about everything, than her!" Mason explained, he glared at Star waiting for Ethan's reply.

"How do you know that this isn't what she usually looks like? What if she likes to trick old men into thinking she young when she's actually 26? How do we even know that she still isn't lying to us? For all you know, she could be an 87 year old woman." Ethan shrugs at his own questions, "The answer is, you don't." Mason grabbed onto his collar and pulled him close to his face.

"You look me in the eye and tell me she isn't some twerp you and the quack doctor picked up from the streets." Ethan shrugs and smiled as he swats Mason's hand away.

"Well we can settle this using the simmilator if you want, but I garentee you, it'll be Star's victory." Ethan straightened his shirt and walked to Star, pushing her out the door.

"You're putting a lot of faith into that brat, why don't we make this interesting and bet on it. If I win you set us free?" Mason looked behind him to get approval from the other men and nodded.

"I suppose so, and if I win, you will belong to me for life. I hope you know you're putting your life on this bet, and you only had 2 more years until your out, too. Such a shame," Ethan shook his head and led Star out. "Well let's go, your life or death bet." Mason grins and follows after Ethan along with the hord of men in the room.

Word spread quickly and soon, most of the facility crowded around the little door where the net was going to take place. T.Vs throughout the building were tuned onto a certain channel were Ethan's smiling face appeared.

"We'll be starting this life and death bet soon, if you haven't already, go ahead and take this chance to make some extra cash and place your bets. If you're curious about mine, I place all my money on Star, so I subject you be smart and do the same. Good luck everyone!" Ethan looked away from the camera and walked up to Star, still angry about Mason.

"That bushy! I'll wipe the floor with his ass!" She pouted and stared at the ground. She had already shrunk back down to her normal size. Ethan came over and hugged her.

"Why are you so cute!" Star blushed, and hid her face. "I know you'll win for sure!" Star nodded, Ethan wanted her to win, so she'll try her hardest to win. Star clenched her hand, and nodded again, she was determined to win.

Star and Ethan walks in front of the door and stood across from Mason. He held his hand out and Star took it, they shook it once and walked through the door. Inside the tiny room were 3 more doors that extended to other rooms. The door on the right side labeled 'right room' and the door on the left labeled 'left room', then there was the door in front of them that was labeled 'controls'. They nodded to each other and walked to their rooms, Star went for the left one as Mason went for the right.

"The bet is simple, whoever can kill 51 out of 100 wins. Pick up your backpack, and you can begin your little massacre. Oh and make sure you don't kill the pures, they'll bring your kill back to life so the other opponent has a chance to kill it. Every time a kill is shot, it's clone will disappear; so to make it easier, if Star kills 10, there will only be 90 left. This will be reflected onto Masons side so now he only has 90 kills, he will have to try to kill 51 out of 90 kills. Great! Begin! " Ethan walks away from the microphone and makes his way to his room so he could carefully examine Star. 

She already had her backpack on and was holding a pistol while Mason had a shotgun, the weapons were different strength wise but Ethan's faith did not waiver. He trusted Star; Ethan smiles and relaxes into his seat.

"Do you think she'll do it? You didn't give her any kind if hint, will she understand?" Dr. Frank walked up from behind Ethan.

"Of course she will, she's been doing this since she was born." Ethan entwined his fingers together and rests his head on them, "I trust her."

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