Roxy walked down the streets. She watched out for familiar faces. She was worried that the new gang was her father's or atleast had some of his men. She knew that he wouldn't stop looking for her. Not after she had pissed off his boss. She wasn't going to go back. She didn't care what it took to keep her freedom. She would do it. She would kill as many people as she had to. She didn't think of herself as a killer but she would become one to be free.