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.


1. The Past

In the dark alleys of New York, a girl was conceived. This is Elizabeth Forst, her mother brushes the girls beautiful face and sobs. She didn't have much time to live, and Elizabeth won't have a family; the woman cradles her baby and rocks her before slowly nodding off to sleep and then dying while embracing her baby. Elizabeth cries and screams not even knowing her own mother was dead and was then picked up by a rough looking black man.

"Ay yo, man look at this. Her mother's dead, you think we can take her?" The black man smiles, "It's just a year or two, I can wait that long," he pats Elizabeth's head to calm her down and brings her home to a house filled with bad looking people.




"Bitch! Come down here and clean this mess up!" The woman screams for Elizabeth who's name was changed to bitch, cunt, whore, you, it, hoe.

"My name is Star; I chose the name Staryl and my nickname is Star," Elizabeth came out with a name tag that said STAR on it. She was skinny and frail but had eyes full of hope, her body was bruised head to toe and yet she still stood tall. The woman smacked Star across the face causing her to fall down.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted to be called, I ORDERED you to clean this mess up, cunt!" She punched Star in the face, "I offered to raise you and now you work! If it weren't for me, you'd be on that there street, DEAD!" She pointed her fat manicured finger out the window and looked down at Star who was trying to stop her nose from bleed and tears from coming out. She got up and nodded then went over the the mess she was supposed to clean and cleaned it up. 

"Star! Come here, its time for your training!" A man called out to her; she looked back at the black woman and ran off towards the sound of the voice. When she walked through the door she was immediately handed a gun, the cool piece of metal was heavy in her hands. She put it to her face to cool off the place where she was smacked, and looked around for the man that called her.

"Jamal?" Star looked around but could only see other black men that was not her Jamal. As she walked around, with the gun still pressed to her face, the men turned around and glared at her. She was not wanted.

"Over here Star!" Jamal waved his hand for Star to come over and handed her a magazine. She smiled and clicked it into her gun, she was happiest when she was training. "Do your best today, Star," Jamal patted her head and turned her around until she was facing 3 people blindfolded and chained to the ground. They were crying and sobbing, begging to this person called God; they swore they would be a better person but swearing doesn't do anything. Star put her arms up, aiming her pistol to the first person's forehead and put her finger on the trigger. 

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