Somebody Up There Likes Me

[ARMEDnPISSED]

ooooo...was a bit short. But still!

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Yikes, this topic is dying. Noooooooo. I've been neglecting my fanfic, it's true I'm afraid. I'm halfway through the next chapter, but my sister is constantly on the computer and I don't get any time any more.

I'll try and write more soon, hopefully I might be able to get a chapter posted tonight.

Thanks for your comments on the previous bit.

[x0x h3ll x0x]

 

hear that everyone the topic is dying lets all say stuff and try and get this fanfic back on track and try and bribe your sister maybe......

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Heh heh, thanks babe. I'm still writing Chapter 14, but I know what I'm going to put in it and I'm going to put some cool action in it as it's mainly been Denise walking about a bit lately. Watch this space, eh? I'll get it done tonight. Promise!

[ARMEDnPISSED]

Tonight is almost ending, yet chapter 14 is not posted

[The_Dancing_Cat]

My gawd, I am as sorry as a very sorry buggered fool. I have not just written Chapter 14, but 15 too! Well, I split 14 into two parts so I am now ahead of schedule. Phew! Really sorry about the wait, and for anyone who is still interested, here's the fabled Chapter 14.

 

Chapter 14

 

To the tourists, the Regular Tom geyser was a perfect photo opportunity, something to add to their slideshows when they returned home. Their families would say it was great, a wondrous sight indeed. But to Denise, it meant something more than just a natural wonder of the world.

To her, it was one big drink.

Not caring about the people around her, Denise headed straight for the geyser. She took off her shoes, rubbed her sore feet, and then climbed over the rope that surrounded the rock fountain. Some people stared at her, curious; others frowned and whispered angrily to one another.

Denise ignored them all, and heaved herself up to the top of the geyser. She peered down into the small dark hole where the water shot out and waited hopefully.

There came a soft roar from deep within the rock, and all of a sudden a huge burst of cool water came flying out at Denise.

Denise smiled as cold spray settled on her face. Then, in the same way one might drink from a running tap, she put her lips to the water and started gulping down the life-giving liquid.

“Have you no respect for nature?!” One of the tourists finally objected aloud.

Denise didn’t look up from her drink and just waved a hand carelessly behind her at the woman. The fountain of water stopped and Denise wiped her mouth and clambered down from the geyser, feeling refreshed.

She put her shoes back on, then looked up to see a group of angry-looking people surrounding her.

“Listen, fools, I’ve been walking in this goddamn desert all day, gettin’ chased by the police! I was thirsty. Maybe when you get lost in this f**kin’ place, I’ll come and judge you!” Denise pointed an accusing finger at them all. Then she sniffed and wandered away from the geyser.

With her thirst now quenched, Denise sighed, feeling satisfied. She looked around, craning her neck as she gazed up at all of the towers of rock around her. There was one particular structure that caught her attention. It wasn’t made of stone or sand, but of an entirely man-made material; metal.

It was a huge satellite dish.

It was gigantic and it was pointed up to the sky, like an oversized sunflower. It cast a shadow over itself more than anything else, but the valley below it was also shrouded in darkness. It actually sat atop a peak of rock. Denise figured it would take an age to get up to it to investigate, so she decided against her better judgement to forget about it. Instead, she turned and made her way over to the oddly-shaped stone formations. She heaved herself back up the sandy slope and looked out into the distance.

It was getting on late in the day now, and the sun was still at its hottest. Denise hadn’t slept in ages, and as she squinted through the heat she could see a small collection of buildings. They were quite far away, and there was a big black fence all around them, but Denise figured she’d be able to sneak in some how and find a nice soft bed to catch some shut-eye in.

She slowly made her way down from the sand dune and wound her way through the spiny desert trees and cacti. As she drew nearer to the area, her feet found a dirt path. It seemed to lead around the enclosure and maybe even up to it. Denise shrugged and set off along it, cutting a few corners until she came around to a pair of big, steely gates.

Denise peered through the ‘netted’ metal and saw several large hangars and guard towers. Hmm. This place didn’t look too friendly. But then Denise spotted something parked next to one of the hangars.

It was an aircraft.

It was sleek, white and had a sharp pointed nose. It looked mean and dangerous, probably a military jet. Denise wanted to investigate further, so she wandered a little closer to the gates in front of her. She looked up to the top of the fencing and wondered if she might be able to vault over it; but no, there was barbed wire perched menacingly there.

Denise walked away from the gates and around the other side of the complex, circling the airplane. She was about to just let it go, when she saw a very small hole cut into the fencing. It had been concealed behind one of the spiky trees nearby, and it looked just big enough for a lithe, small person to crawl through. It didn’t look particularly neat - just as though it had been roughly torn apart, most likely by a coyote or other desert creature.

Denise had a new respect for nature already. She knelt down and carefully shuffled forward on her stomach and started to squeeze through the hole. The jagged metal edges clawed at her clothes, ripping them in a few places.

Despite getting covered in sand and a little blood, Denise smiled.

She was inside.

Edited April 6, 2006 by The_Dancing_Cat

[ARMEDnPISSED]

YAY!!! Finally. Can't wait for Chapter 15.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thanks for the comment.

This topic is really going to the dogs. I have only myself to blame, lol.

I'll try not to leave such a long time between chapters from now on, and I'll try and write what I hope to be an action-packed chapter 16 soon.

Alright, well, if you're still bothered, here's chapter 15.

 

Chapter 15

 

Denise didn’t actually know what she was inside, but it looked important. And that jet, however evil-looking, was a great way of looking for CJ. Denise knew she’d have a better chance of spotting any trouble on the streets from above the cities, country and desert. Well, if she could work out how to fly the plane.

Denise looked about the buildings, and then scurried over towards the hangars. She was almost there, when there was a shout from somewhere close by. Then an electronic voice rang out across the area.

“Condition Blue activated.”

Denise instinctively hunched over her shoulders and ducked around the corner of a nearby building, into the shadows. She peered out into the dusty courtyard to see several camouflage-clad men with M4 machine guns raised move cautiously towards the hangars. A few of them broke away from the group and went on over to the guard towers.

“Damn, what is this place?” Denise whispered to herself. She drew back into cover and decided to stealthily make her way towards the airplane via the narrow ‘alleys’ behind the buildings. She took a deep breath and ran, stooped forward, towards her target.

Denise reached the next stone and metal construction and ducked into the passage running along behind it. For once the ever-present sand proved useful as it muffled her footsteps while she hurried along the edifice.

As she reached the end of this particular alleyway, the ‘Condition Blue’ had died down and the guards were returning to a less wary state. This also aided Denise as she had now arrived at the vehicle hangars.

There was only one military guy posted near to where Denise hid, and he was lazily looking off into the distance. So lazily, in fact, that he didn’t even hear the footsteps scampering along behind him to the Hydra VTOL fighter jet he was supposed to be guarding.

Denise opened the bubble of the cockpit and slipped inside the plane, shaking the dusty sand off her shoes. The inside of the Hydra was impressive, with leather seats and the largest array of buttons and controls Denise had ever seen. There was a button labelled ‘THRUSTERS’ and another called ‘LANDING GEAR’, and a few other unnamed switches, as well as a veritable rainbow of blinking lights. There was a little green radar as well, and then a few things that Denise recognised having flown a small plane before; a joystick and the engine switch.

Time to use them.

Denise hit the button and a soft roaring sound filled her ears. She felt the plane jolt slightly and then hover in the air like an oversized helicopter. Another thing she noticed, with a horrified gulp, was the immediate response of several guards close by as they finally spotted what she was doing - they lifted their M4s onto their shoulders, shouting commands.

That eerie electronic voice spoke again. “Condition Red activated. Closing blast doors.”

“Sh*t!” Denise exclaimed a she fumbled for the right button. Why wasn’t this damn plane flying forwards?!

“Hold your fire!” shouted one of the men outside. “That’s a million-dollar project! Go over and get her out!”

Some of the soldiers broke out of the circle surrounding the jet at a distance, and moved closer, guns still raised.

“Come out with your hands up!” yelled one of them to Denise.

“F*ck you!” Denise replied and then those hands she had been ordered to surrender found the button marked ‘THRUSTERS’.

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about right there!” Denise said, and she hit the switch.

The response was instantaneous.

The jet shot forward at an incredible speed, its landing gear scraping along the sand.

“...fire!” Denise heard from behind her.

Suddenly, the body of the Hydra was scraped by a hail of bullets. They pinged off the metal and some of them left tiny dents in the inside of the cockpit.

“Sh*t, A gotta get this bird in the air,” Denise said, and she pulled in the landing gear and pulled back on the joystick.

The Hydra soared up and out of the area below, narrowly missing the fence. It rolled sideways as Denise banked it around to face where she hopefully remembered the way to the coast, and pointed the thrusters downwards to hover. Her heart pounded, her whole body flushed with adrenaline. She let out a deep breath, and was about to start flying again, when a streak of light flew past her window.

“What the f*ck was that?” Denise asked herself in shock.

A beep started up from somewhere in her jet. She looked down in alarm at the control panel and her eyes fell upon the radar.

There was a red, flashing dot on it, heading straight for her!

Denise could only stare in horror at the green and black screen, as she realised where she’d just taken this Hydra from.

Area (Restricted) 69.

 

[Stezza]

WOW!!!

 

I havn't posted in a while, but this story is going places! I hope Denise can survive!

 

 

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thanks Stezza, nice to hear from you again

Here's the next chapter.

 

Chapter 16

 

SHOOM!

Another light rocketed past Denise and CRASH! It hit one of the rock towers and exploded in a spectacular display, throwing chunks of stone all around.

“Missiles? Goddamn it!” Denise yelled. She hit the Thrusters and banked her Hydra to the left not a second before a missile shot beneath it.

Denise quickly looked out the windows and spotted a fleet of airplanes on the horizon.

Hydras.

There were five of them, and they flew in formation, heading straight for Denise. They looked like they meant business.

Denise didn’t want to fight - not because she wouldn’t, just because there was no way she could possibly survive a dogfight in the air - so she turned her plane around and zoomed off.

She checked her bleeping radar; sh*t, more missiles!

Denise flew on towards two rock pillars side-by-side. If she could just fly through there, she might be able to lose the tail...

Flipping the Hydra ninety degrees, Denise shot through the gap between the two. Two of the missiles got confused and SMASHED into one of the stone pillars. It creaked... It groaned... And as the dust clouds from the impact thinned, the great stone column fell like a cut tree.

BANG! It hit the other pillar near its peak, and there it stayed, leaning up against it for support as it watched the Hydras chase Denise through the air.

One of the enemy jets drew level with Denise. Denise saw the missiles hanging from its wings and gulped. It was as the other Hydra banked around to face her, that she realised she also had those very same weapons.

She looked around the control panel for that button... Where was it?

The enemy Hydra slowly began to drop a missile...

Thrusters, no. Engine, no. Chaff, no, whatever that was. Missiles! A ha!

Denise jammed her finger onto the ‘MISSILE LAUNCH’ button and pivoted away from the spot where she’d been hovering, not a moment before a rocket swept past and met its fate on the side of a cliff.

Denise’s missile, however, was far more successful.

Whether the other Hydra’s pilot underestimated Denise, or just didn’t see the deadly projectile encroaching on his craft, it didn’t matter anymore. His Hydra was blown to pieces in a hot fiery ball of light. Pieces of steel shot through the air and began to fall to earth like some kind of absurd hail.

Denise felt the power coursing through her, and made a decision. She span her Hydra, still hovering, around to face the angry hornets behind her.

FWOOM!

She dropped a missile.

Two of the Hydras swerved away from it, but the one caught in the middle received it. The missile flew straight into the cockpit.

Implosion.

“Yeah! Take that, busta!” Denise exclaimed.

Her radar screen bleeped - one of the three remaining Hydras had unleashed another rocket.

Denise had no time to do anything else but completely roll the plane over, hovering upside down until the missile had slammed into another canyon.

She then hit the MISSILE LAUNCH button again, and exchanged fire with the enemy plane nearest her. Denise pulled back the thrusters and spiralled upwards into the air, leaving the antagonist’s rocket to actually smash into the Hydra on the other side. Denise’s own missile found its rightful target.

More bits of jet sliced through the sky, black like the shadowy eagles that glided carelessly by.

Just one Hydra left.

It reacted faster than Denise and dropped a missile before she could even blink. The rocket sped towards Denise’s Hydra.

Denise tried to launch her own missile.

The button was jammed!

“Damn it!” Denise shouted. She could see the missile coming straight for her now, and it was all she could do to reach out and slam her hand down onto the ‘Chaff’ button, hoping it was something to do with ejecting her seat.

Nothing happened.

Denise opened her screwed-up eyes to see a strange ball of light fly away from her jet. The missile, like a shark scenting a bigger fish to fry, veered away from Denise and headed after the innocent light.

Denise stared down at the panel in awe.

Then she realised she would have to haul ass out of there before her enemy released another metal monster.

Thrusters pulled back, Denise flew for all she was worth away from the other Hydra. A quick glance out the window revealed it was still chasing her.

Sh*t...

A main road came into view. On the other side of it, was the ocean. Two bridges sitting side-by-side, as the doomed rock towers had before, loomed out of the mist. One was tall and grey; the other, a complex structure of red.

The enemy grew ever closer.

Denise pushed the Hydra onwards towards the bridges, thinking maybe she could somehow make the other jet crash. But she wasn’t that good a pilot, not really. She’d never manage it.

Beep... Beep...

The pursuing jet had finally launched another missile!

Denise’s wide eyes settled on her radar and she saw, in horror, that there was no way she would have enough time to--

BOOM!

 

[ARMEDnPISSED]

OH sh*t!!! Hope she didn't die.

[-(---- HiTMaN ----)-]

Hey your really good your storys are great to read keep going.. U ROCK

[x0x h3ll x0x]

Dam that was good hopefully she didn't die that was awesome keep going.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thanks everyone!

I've finally got back on track and have several more chapters all ready and raring to go.

Note there may be some spoilers with reference to the plot of the game.

Here's part 17, and if you haven't already, please rate this topic good (I know, I'm a total ratings whore).

Thank yoooooou

 

Chapter 17

 

The fish swam through the sea together, looking around for any predators nearby. Their little shiny eyes caught sight of something slowly sinking down into the depths of the ocean. It was a black, ghostly shadow. A few other black pieces floated nearby.

The fish were curious - a trait that they should be sorry to possess in such territory - and went over to investigate.

The shadow had a pointed nose and looked very much like a giant shark. The fish, finally coming to their senses, fled the scene, leaving a little trail of bubbles behind them as they vanished into the murky distance.

The shadow hit the seabed with a muffled thud, clouds of sand blooming out from the impact point, like fog rising off the moors on a misty day.

But this was no shark.

It was the charred corpse of a Hydra jet, stolen from Area (Restricted) 69 earlier that day.

Surely its pilot would not have survived such a cataclysmic fate...

Many metres away, up above the surface, bubbles were rising. They made a quiet popping noise as they met the cool air.

Suddenly, the bubbles grew larger, and then something broke the surface and let out an almighty gasp.

It was a woman, a very damp and exhausted woman. The pilot of the doomed Hydra.

Denise.

She had leapt from the plane not a moment before it was blown to smithereens. The enemy jet seemed to have given up its search and presumed Denise dead, just like the eye witnesses in San Fierro Bay that had seen the sleek, white machine plunge to its death in the grey, chilly waters.

Denise was right in the middle of the ocean between San Fierro and the desert. The bay seemed a million miles away, as did the sand on her other side. She was tired as Hell and knew she couldn’t tread water forever.

Just as Denise was thinking this, a boat slowly drove into view. It was headed straight for her.

The boat soon drew level with Denise’s floating form and Denise struggled through her bleary eyes to read what it said on the side of it. It looked like it said ‘Coastguard’, well, that’s what she hoped.

But as her eyes adjusted, she realised that it didn’t say that.

It said ‘SFPD’.

San Fierro Police Department.

 

Denise shook her head as she looked around at the grey walls. She’d wanted nothing more than a dry set of clothes and a hot meal, only hours before and now she’d got what she wanted. But in the entirely wrong context.

Her dry clothes turned out to be an orange shell suit.

Her hot meal was served to her through bars.

She was in jail.

The cops had retrieved her near-unconscious form from the water and transported her straight to the city prison. She’d given her statement, trying to squeeze in a few sentences that weren’t exactly correct, about how she’d been told to steal the Hydra by some crooked government agent guy. The police told her it was nonsense, and so she’d been sent to a cell for at least a night.

Denise figured if she’d had some money, she might have been able to bribe her way out. But whatever cash was in her previously-owned pockets had either been blown up, lost, or lying sodden in the ocean somewhere.

She finished her dinner - which, all things considered, was not of too low standard - and pushed the tray away. She lay down on her hard bed and stared at the wall. She was so tired, but with so much going on in her head, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep--

Zzzzzz.

 

“Wake up!”

A harsh voice assaulted Denise’s ears and she opened her eyes in surprise. She turned away from the wall and looked at the doorway.

A cop was standing there. The door was open, letting precious light flood into her dark room.

“You’re being moved,” said the policeman.

“Wuh?” Denise squinted at him.

“You’re being sent back to Los Santos, with no further charges at this time. However, commit any more felonies and you will be in prison a Helluva lot longer than you did this time,” explained the man, escorting her out of the cell. “Come with me, please.”

He led her to the reception area, where he conversed with another cop behind the desk, checked a few files, and handed Denise the clothes she’d been wearing before.

“Get dressed.” He pointed to a small room nearby.

Denise did as she was told in silence. She emerged from the windowless room and was led outside to a waiting helicopter.

“Am I a celebrity now?” Denise asked sarcastically.

“Just get outta here,” the cop snarled. He shoved her, with her hands still cuffed, into the chopper. He waved to the pilot and the other policeman, who was to be supervising Denise while she was in transit, and slammed the door shut.

The helicopter lurched and wobbled as the rotors carried it up into the steely sky of San Fierro.

“I suggest you take a nap. It’ll be a while before you’re back in Los Santos,” the policeman next to her said.

Denise shook her head. “A might just look at some of the sights, if you don’t mind.”

The cop shrugged and stared out the window. Denise followed suit on her side. She could see sirens on the streets below. She watched with amazement as two flashy sports cars flew along the road, two SFPD cars in hot pursuit.

“This place get a lot of po-lice chases?” Denise asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, tons. There’s a lotta hills around, see, and the thieves are mainly joyriders lookin’ for a thrill. But just lately, we’ve been seeing an increase on cars gettin’ jacked,” the policeman divulged. “All of ‘em sports cars. This one woman got followed all the way to Gant Bridge before some hooligan smashed into her car to get it. They’re pretty determined these days.”

“Mmm.” Denise said in agreement. Then she fell silent.

 

The rest of the journey was spent flying over countryside. Denise recognised most of it, and even felt a pang of sadness as the green hills paled away to the towering skyscrapers of Downtown.

It seemed her adventures were over.

[x0x h3ll x0x]

awsome i remember that mission it really got me annoyed

[FelipeVinhao]

I wasn't replying frequently but I was reading it. Very good, 100% rating!

[ARMEDnPISSED]

God, can't wait for more. The chapter just has to end...

[Lochie_old]

 

. I rated it good.

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Thanks everyone, yay! 74% and counting.

Here's the next part... Again, some spoilers to later bits of the plot (though you may also recognise which mission of the game Denise has got herself into towards the end of the chapter).

 

Chapter 18

 

Denise yawned widely and walked out of her bedroom to the kitchen. She poured herself some juice and drank it while she looked out the window.

Gangs stood on the street corners outside, a man in a black beanie hat not too far away. Denise’s eyes narrowed as she watched him wander over to the gang members. But what did she care?

The gang members were Ballas.

It’d been two or three weeks since her return to her home near Grove Street. CJ still hadn’t shown up, and Ballas and base-dealers ruled the city. They could be seen everywhere, trying to reduce another happy person to nothing but an empty, soulless junkie.

Denise had dealers even knock on her door a couple of times. She’d told them wear to stick it, but with everything crumbling around her, she was finding it increasingly difficult to resist the chance for her troubles to disappear, even for just a little while.

She shook her head clear of thought and turned on the television.

“...Venturas, there’s been a daring heist of one of the biggest casinos in the city,” The news was on. “Hundreds of thousands of dollars was stolen from Caligula’s Casino on the Strip. Officials are looking into it, but right now nobody knows for sure how it happened. Casualties and fatalities are numerous--”

Denise turned off the set. She never cared much for the news, they just talked crap all day and got paid for it as far as she was concerned.

There came a knocking on the door. Denise’s eyes shot to it, and soon her hand was doing the same towards the doorknob.

There was a dark figure, silhouetted by the sunlight behind it. Denise recognised the form as that of another drug dealer.

“I’ll give you a goooood price,” said the man. “But I’ll also give you a tip-off... There’s some big party goin’ down at Big Poppa’s mansion up on the hill, in Vinewood... You should check it out.”

Denise sighed heavily. She could do with a party, even if it was at a drug lord’s house. She liked Vinewood anyway. And if she didn’t go, she’d never know if she was really desperate to try crack, or if it was just a stupid thought.

“Fine, fo’ sho’. What time?” she asked the dealer.

“After nightfall. Bring a friend... If you got any.” The man sni**ered and wandered away.

Denise slammed the door shut.

 

The sun slowly sank below the hills of Vinewood, the sky darkening from orange, to purple, to the deepest blue. The moon rose up into the night like a ghost from a freshly-dug grave, staring spookily down at the small figure making its way up the hill.

Denise’s face was set and resolved. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she knew she’d find out soon enough. She finally reached the path to Big Poppa’s mansion and she wandered along it to the door.

“Yo, anyone home?” she called as she knocked.

The door was flung open. A man wearing a white hoodie smiled at her.

“Well hey there, lady. Come on in to the partaaaaaay,” he said slimily.

Denise pushed past him into the entrance hall. She followed him through the house, taking in the plush surroundings and luxurious décor. This was certainly a nice place, although Denise was sure it had once belonged to some other guy. A celebrity, a rapper. What was his name?... Madd Dogg, that was it. Last she’d heard, he’d tried to throw himself off a roof somewhere. She didn’t know how that story ended, but she guessed it wasn’t too good.

Denise and her escort finally arrived in the living room. It had a red carpet, a bar, and lots of sofas and televisions. Very nice.

Well it would have been had it not been filled with crackheads and drunks.

“Drink for my bitch,” Denise heard the hooded guy laugh to the barman.

“I ain’t your bitch, fool!” She screeched at him, and hit him around the head.

“Shut your face, woman! You’re whatever I say you are!” shouted the guy, who was clearly drugged up to the eyeballs.

Suddenly, he pulled out a gun. He held it with an unsteady hand, pointing it right in Denise’s face.

“Put the gun down, idiot,” Denise said disdainfully. “A betchoo don’t even know how to fire one of those things. Put it down!”

The man didn’t. “You should be begging on your knees for your life, hoe!”

Denise raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen a lot worse than this, believe me,” she said to him. “And you’re about to, as well!”

BANG!

Denise had kicked the man in the crotch and smashed his face into the bar, twisting the hand clutching the pistol up behind his back. He yelled out and dropped the gun.

“That’ll teach you, damn fool,” she said angrily.

“Sh*t, this woman’s messin’ up our party,” shouted someone from over the room. “Who invited her?”

Just then, there came screams of pain and horror from somewhere else in the mansion. Panic ensured in the lounge. People were jumping out of their seats and running for the exits.

“What’s happening?” Denise yelled to a woman who had come, screaming, from another room.

“A don’t know, sh*t, just some Triads or somethin’ attacking us!” the woman replied as the crowd surged along. “Big Poppa’s guys took most of ‘em down, but there’s this one busta from Grove Street still around!”

Denise stopped in her tracks, as prostitutes and baseheads swarmed past her, channelling up the narrow halls towards another room. There was a firefight going on up ahead; people were shooting down from the balconies, and one lone figure on the floor was retaliating.

Denise recognised him instantly.

CJ.

[Stezza]

WOW, getting better everytime.

 

I'm gonna put this topic in my signature.

 

 

[The_Dancing_Cat]

OMFG!!!! This topic has a star! A pretty, shiny golden star!! Woo! Thanks SO MUCH to everyone who rated and commented, and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

lol. I've never had a topic get a star, let alone a fanfiction... My god. Happy!!

Sorry

And thanks Stezza!

Woweeeee.

I'm almost afraid to post this in case my eyes are deceiving me or someone is playing an evil joke...

Ah what the heck.

[Lochie_old]

Oh boy, at first sight! Must wait 'till next chapter...

[FelipeVinhao]

Amazing, references from 2 of the best GTASA's missions!

[Ottae]

OMFG!!!! This topic has a star! A pretty, shiny golden star!! Woo! Thanks SO MUCH to everyone who rated and commented, and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

lol. I've never had a topic get a star, let alone a fanfiction... My god. Happy!!

Sorry

And thanks Stezza!

Woweeeee.

I'm almost afraid to post this in case my eyes are deceiving me or someone is playing an evil joke...

Ah what the heck.

 

Chill Out, it only means about 10 people voted your topic good!

 

I wish my vehicle database had a star

 

 

lol, made by Glock

 

 

[The_Dancing_Cat]

Sorry, Ottae, I'm just happy that people like my stories after nobody caring for nearly 10 years of my life.

[Boss_]

WOW! That's what I call awesome

 

waiting for your next chapter

[Dingleman]

Hey, check this out!

http://www.gtaforums.com/index.php?showtopic=241254

Edited April 15, 2006 by dingleman

[The_Dancing_Cat]

lol, did you never notice her?

Okay, here's the next chapter for you all...

Probably a lot of spoilers if you haven't yet finished the game!

 

Chapter 19

 

“CJ!” Denise screamed, barely audible above the rat-a-tat of AK-47 fire. A hail of bullets raked the walls around Denise, bullets that were intended for CJ. The last man up on the balcony received a shot to the face that blew it to pieces, and then CJ was gone, running into the next hallway.

“CJ!!!” Denise shrieked, running after him. She saw him about to run around the corner. “CJ, sh*t, it’s Denise!” she shouted.

She saw his head turn towards her, his eyes widen. She saw his lips mouth the word ‘Denise’ in confusion, and then a shotgun pellet slammed into the wall behind him and he dashed off again.

“Goddamn it!” Denise cursed. She nabbed an AK from a bloodied corpse nearby and set off after CJ once more. She rounded the corner and saw CJ fight his way through a small recording studio. She raised the AK to her shoulder and BLAM!

She managed to nail an attacker in the chest as he tried to shoot CJ. Denise went on to the recording studio and ran through it. It seemed even as she was chasing CJ, he was chasing someone else ahead.

Denise was getting tired, and the AK-47 felt heavy in her arms. She turned another corner of the winding hallways and saw CJ vanish through the doors that led back outside. She was about to follow when all of a sudden, a man jumped out from behind a potted plant and shot her square into the stomach.

Denise, in a daze, put a hand to her wound, as if to check she was really bleeding. Her hand glistened with red. She let out a gasp and fell face down on the blood-stained carpet, her heartbeat slowly fading as the world itself faded to black in front of her eyes.

 

The doctors walked down the pristine white corridor, checking their clipboards and talking absent-mindedly. One of them stopped next to a doorway and bid the other goodbye - this was his ‘stop’.

He walked inside the room and shut the door. He sighed sadly as he looked at the pale form lying in the hospital bed, drip bags all around. The nurse that had been checking the latter came over to the doctor.

“I’m all done here,” she told him. She paused and looked over at the body. “It’s such a shame. She looks so young.”

“Los Santos claims many victims, I can tell you that for nothing,” replied the doctor. “The police say there were dozens of injured people in that house up on the hill... Paramedics tried to save them but, well, the casualties soon turned into fatalities. This woman is lucky to be alive.”

“Any suspects in the crime?” The nurse asked one more question as she turned to leave.

“No. I doubt the police would be able to do anything anyway. This kind of sh*t happens all the time around here. Thank you, Becca.” He waved a hand at her and she left the room.

The doctor went over to the woman in the bed. She’d been in a coma for a couple of weeks. Her stomach wounds were healing, but she’d lost a lot of blood. He should have known working at a hospital in Los Santos was a bad idea. Especially now the riots had begun.

Yes, people roamed the streets with violence in mind, some carrying looted television sets, others carrying guns. Houses had been set alight, and the black smoke swirled into the sky where police helicopters penetrated it with their heavy spotlights.

Los Santos had never been safe. But now, it had never been more dangerous. It was hardly the right time to be sending paramedics out onto the streets, yet ironically they were needed more than ever.

The doctor did a few routine checks to see if the woman was alright, and then he hung her medical report on the end of the bed and left the room.

The paper fluttered in the slight breeze that came from the air-conditioning vents. It was a chart, with some tick marks in boxes, and details about the patient. Scrawled at the top of the paper, in the doctor’s handwriting, was the name -

Denise Robinson.

 

It was later that afternoon when it happened. And when it happened, it was as if an aura of silence and calm was hanging over the corrupt city below. The fires raging through the houses and buildings were extinguished. The black smoke that filled the air gave way to a bright, sunny afternoon sky. Looters were forced into prison cells, the fruits of their escapades confiscated.

The riots had stopped.

And although Los Santos itself seemed no longer sad and broken, there was one structure that was.

The bridge high above Grove Street was now missing a large chunk of stone.

The pedestrians walking by gave it no further thought, merely assuming it had been torn up by rioters. But the small congregation of people in the cul-de-sac below knew better.

Some of them headed back to one of the houses there, but one of the small figures said he had something he needed to do, and he had jumped into a nearby car and driven off down the road.

He drove through the streets of Los Santos with a smile on his face. Everything that had happened, in the end, had turned out to be worth it.

The convertible he was driving turned the corner and headed off into Downtown Los Santos. After that, it wasn’t long until he reached his destination.

As he stared up at the city hospital, a group of gang members standing on the corner caught his eye. He reached into his pocket and drew out a wad of cash. With a grin, he wandered up to one of the gang members and gave them a bill.

“Getchow self some nu threads, man, you’re embarrassin' the Grove,” he said tauntingly. He slapped the gang member on the back and headed up the steps to the hospital.

The other guys laughed as they watched him go. They were very different to the people Denise had seen out of her window so long ago.

For one thing, they were wearing green.

 

 

[Stezza]

So I'm guessing it's finished?

 

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

If it is, I will always keep it in my sig' so people can always remember it.

 

 

[Boss_]

is this finished?