Yes, another GTA fan fiction. Now, I know what your thinking, "Why the hell is everyone writing GTA fan fictions? They should stop and think of something more creative other than GTA spin-offs." I used to say that too. Now, though, I came up with a great idea. What if I write something that is different, but it brings in the cities and characters. Then, this story was born.
(Top: Hunter, 8-Ball. Middle: Reni Wassulmaier, Liberty City L-Train, Millie Perkin's Eyes, Dylan Cole. Bottom: Marissa Mendez, Infernus.)
Table of Contents:
The First Saga
Chapter 1: Just a Small Job?
Chapter 2: All Things Become New
Chapter 3: It's Going to Be A Long Ride
Chapter 4: Old Things Are Remembered
Chapter 5: What’s In A Name…
Chapter 6: The Old Routine
Chapter 7: A Friend Redefined
Chapter 8: It's All Down Hill From Here
Chapter 9: New to Some, Old to Others
Chapter 10: The Middle of Where?
Chapter 11: A Fair Request
Chapter 12: Never Trust a Stranger
Chapter 13: It’s Certain Death
Chapter 14: A Meeting Gone Array
Chapter 15: A Considerable Catastrophe
Chapter 16: The Massacre
Chapter 17: The Hard Way
Chapter 18: The Head Honcho
Chapter 19: Outrageous…I Think Not
Chapter 20: An Infallible Plan
Chapter 21: Should Have Done It My Way
Chapter 22: So Much for That
Chapter 23: Not a Chance
Chapter 24: A State of Transition
Chapter 25: A Complete Relapse
Chapter 26: A One Way Ticket
Chapter 27: Inspired By A Dream…
Chapter 28: Federal Reality
Chapter 29: A Little Goes A Long Way
Chapter 30: Set the Wheel in Motion
Chapter 31: The Calm Before The Storm
Chapter 32: The Storm
Chapter 33: One After the Other
The Second Saga
Chapter 34: Burnt Out
Chapter 35: Hell Hath No Fury like a Vercetti’s Scorn
Chapter 36: Warm Welcome
Chapter 37: My Enemy’s Lackeys Are My Friends
Chapter 38: A New Contact
Chapter 39: A Likely Story
Chapter 40: A Burning Desire
Chapter 41: The Making of a Killer
Chapter 42: Analysis…Dead
Chapter 43: Action Fever
Chapter 44: Home Sickness
Chapter 45: An Expected Surprise
Chapter 46: The Search
Chapter 47: Old Acquaintance Be Forgot
Chapter 48: Something Doesn’t Feel Right
Chapter 49: Big Day
Chapter 50: Keep Your Friends Close…
The Third Saga
Chapter 51: The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
Chapter 52: Getting Tired?
Chapter 53: Hot Action Party Fever
Chapter 54: Separation Issues
Chapter 55: My Life Be Like…
Chapter 56: Run Motherf*cka Run
Chapter 57: Point Blank
Chapter 58: Beat Down on B-Dup
Chapter 59: Paternal Love
Chapter 60: A New Friend Is a Friend In Need
Chapter 61: Wired
Chapter 62: Did I Miss Something?
Chapter 63: Cross Country Road Trip
Chapter 64: A Connection
Chapter 65: Unforeseen Circumstances
Chapter 66: Must’ve Blown a Fuse
Chapter 67: Wanted Much?
Chapter 68: The Sole Survivor
Chapter 69: False Hopes
Chapter 70: Last Man Standing
Chapter 71: Re-Acquainted
Chapter 72: The Beginning of the End
Chapter 73: Welcome Home
Chapter 74: Toward the Climax
Chapter 75: The End
Christmas PSA: Don't Drink and Drive-By
Valentine PSA: True Love
Flamewar with ClaudeTommyCJ_4_LiFe
Chapter 1: Just A Small Job?
Sunday August 10th, 2006. 12:00 A.M.
Snow is falling. It is midnight. Few pedestrians walk the streets. A lone Leone Sentinel turns the curb up Marco's Bistro. It is heading to Joey Leone's mansion. It drives up the driveway and parks up front. A man comes out the car and locks it. He walks towards the mansion. He unlocks the house and walks in, and to his surprise, is greeted by Joey Leone.
Joey: So, did you get the job done Roberto. Is that backstabber dead?
Roberto: If by dead, you mean inside a cube of crushed car and sunk at the bottom of the river, then yes, he is dead.
Joey: Good. This is why I always trusted you. Now go get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day.
Roberto: What's going on tomorrow?
Joey: You'll see.
Monday August 11th, 2006. 8:07 A.M.
The sun is rising. The house casts a long shadow on the beach. Roberto is then woken up by a gun shot. He immediately gets up and reaches under his bed for his Micro SMG. He loads it and slowly walks into the hallway. He makes his way down the hall, and into the lounge area. He sees Joey sitting on the couch laughing.
Joey: How nice of you to join us Roberto. Come over here and have a seat. I want you to meet a very good friend of mine.
Roberto: (Walks over to the couch and sits down. He sets his weapon on the coffee table and looks at the guest) Who is this Joey?
Joey: Let me introduce you to Antonio Cipriani, or Toni for short.
Toni: So, you're the kid Joey is always talking about. You don't look tough, heck, you don't even look Italian. Hey Joey, who the f*ck is this.
Joey: Calm down Toni. He is a friend of mine that came up from Vice City. Umberto Robina informed me about him. He...
Toni: What?! That dirty Cuban told you about this kid, and you listened. How do you really know this kid is really trustworthy? This f*cking Cuban could be a rat. How do you know that...
Joey: Shut the f*ck up Toni. This kid just killed Claude.
(The room went silent)
Toni: Are you serious? Did this kid really kill him?
Roberto: If you need proof here. (Throws a dark green, blood-stained jacket at Toni) He won't be a problem anymore.
Toni: (Total shock consumes his face) My God. He really killed him.
Joey: See Toni. He is completely trustworthy. I am actually sending him on a job now.
Roberto: (Looks over at Joey) Really. I just got back from a job. Can't I just rest for one day?
Joey: Don't worry. This job should be a snap. Just get over to Claude's place in Staunton and get me money. Last I heard he had over $50,000,000. Here's the duffel bag you can put the money in.
Roberto: Fine. But as soon as I get back, I am getting a day off.
Joey: No problem Roberto. Just get her over there. (Roberto is heard getting in his car and driving off)
Toni: He really killed him didn't he? I just can't believe that that kid could do it.
Joey: He has his ways. He lived in Vice City. If you grow up there, you have to be a born killer.
Toni: Yeah, especially with that Vercetti guy running the place.
Roberto: (Roberto drives into Staunton and heads down the second street on his right. He turns left into an alley. He parks the car and gets out) sh*t, fifty million dollars, this guy must have been doing alot of jobs to get that much money. (He hits the elevator button and the elevator doors open. Someone swings a bat and knocks Roberto out)
Monday August 11th, 2006. 4:34 P.M.
Joey is pacing the lounge area. Toni is still sitting, occasionally glancing at the clock. Joey goes up to the bar and fills himself a shot of Vodka. He drinks it and slams it on the counter.
Joey: What the f*ck is taking him so long. He should have been here hours ago. I mean, how difficult is it to get some money?
Toni: I'll go get him.
Joey: (Stops Toni from leaving) No, wait. Give him thirty more minutes, and we'll go.
Monday August 11th, 2006. 4:46 P.M.
Roberto opens his eyes. He looks around the room. Blood is dripping down his face. He tastes it in his mouth. The room is a dull gray color and has no furniture, except for the chair he sits in. He tries to untie the rope that has his hands together, but fails.
Roberto: Where the f*ck am I? Hey, can somebody explain what the f*ck I am doing here?
Stranger: (A door Roberto did not see slowly opens. A man comes out dressed in a full black attire) Hello there Mr. Garcia. I have been expecting you for a long time.
Roberto: Who the f*ck are you? And how the hell do you know my name?
Stranger: (Laughs under breath) Well, to answer your first question, you can call me Mr. Gray. And to answer your second question, I have been watching you for the past two years now. You have been working for the Leone family. You are the Don's right hand man, a skilled driver, and a deadly killing machine. In fact, we have a body count so far of 107 for you.
Roberto: We? What do you mean we?
Mr. Gray: We'll get to that later. Your most recent murder is that of a man named Claude Speed. He also worked for the Leone's, and managed to kill their old Don, Salvatore Leone. It seems you killed him out of revenge for Joey Leone, correct?
Roberto: Maybe. I'll answer if you tell me who the f*ck you work for.
Mr. Gray: I told you we will get to that soon Mr. Garcia; I just need you to...
Roberto: No! I will not do anything until you explain to me, what the f*ck is happening here.
Mr. Gray: Calm down, I just want you to...
Roberto: No! I will not calm down until I...
Mr. Gray: (Walks up to Roberto and beats his face in with a pistol) Now, if you listen and do as I say, I will let you go. Once you do this, I will explain everything.
Roberto: Fine, but what do I get out of it?
Mr. Gray: Let's just say, I know some people that can help you out. What I am trying to say is, I can erase everything off your criminal record.
Roberto: (Roberto's face goes pale. He looks Mr. Gray in the eye, and sees he is not joking around) Fine. I will do what you want.
Mr. Gray: Good! Well I just need you to go down to the Callahan Bridge, and place this explosive here. (Shows Roberto a map of the Callahan Bride, and points out the spot) After you place it, get as far away as you can, almost to like Liberty Campus, and call me. I will then meet you here.
Roberto: (Stares right at Mr. Gray. Mr. Gray hands Roberto the explosive) Hey, why the f*ck does it look like f*cking beer cans?
Mr. Gray: Well, would you like to be seen arming a bomb under a bridge? I hope not! So I disguised it to look like beer. The police won't suspect a thing if they see you. (Points to the door)
Roberto: Okay... (Stands up and heads towards the door. But before he opens it, he turns around) I just want to ask one more question.
Mr. Gray: What is it? We are running low on time.
Roberto: Nothing, it will come back to me later. (Roberto opens the door and exits. The door leads to the alleyway where he parked his car. He gets in the car and drives towards the Callahan Bridge)
Edited by Cubanwhip, 04 September 2007 - 12:48 AM.