Toreno's REAL Last Flight

[Moth]

i can't wait for the next one

peace out

[FelipeVinhao]

Can't believe CJ in heavy shít! Good story, I just hope he gets clean again soon...

[nicka912]

Part 8, 4-27

 

"What we up to?" Asked Carl. He was desperate to find out what was going to happen to him out of all this mess. The Balla sat silently, reading a magazine, sitting comfortably in the aisle seat of the AT-400's coach class cabin. "I'm serious. What' you gon' make me do?"

"Quiet Carl, there are other people on this plane. It'll be explained later. By the way... I hope you know... that getting rid of Toreno makes you very vulnerable, young man."

Carl rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He drifted back into his chair. He was fed up of this, and confused at what a few hits of rock can do to one man. It was self-therapy. No need to go into rehab, no need to "get clean." One try got him into this, one try will keep him out. He thought to himself, keeping quiet... "When I get free from this sh*t... I'ma go and bust me some crack dealer heads..."

 

...

 

CJ felt the rumble of the earth underneath him, and heard the skidding of the breaks. The aircraft was trying hard to slow its velocity before it made its way up an emergency ramp and into the sea. CJ locked his knees and braced himself as the plane made a stop on the tarmac. He untensed his muscles. The aircraft made some turns, adjustments, and pulled itself up to a set of aircraft stairs waiting in a parking zone.

 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Los Santos, San Andreas, where the local time is 6:12 PM. Connecting flights are at gates...." Carl stopped paying attention. All he knew was that he was in Los Santos, and that the biggest risk right now is being seen by Sweet, especially hanging with a Balla OG.

 

CJ unbuckled his seatbelt. He opened his cell phone. "2 NEW MESSAGES." He checked his messages.

 

"Message: 1." "CJ, This is Sweet." CJ's heart jumped. "I know what you've been up to, nigga." CJ began to cower down, the phone still in his ear. "Going on a vacation to Vice City without ME? Haha. Well, brother, you enjoy yourself." Carl sat back up, his heartbeat slowing again. "Damn," carl exlaimed quietly to himself, as the line of people in front of him cleared. The Balla stood up, opened his overhead bin, and tugged at his bag until it came loose. CJ did not have a bag for himself. The two, and many other passengers were met by a bus near the bottom of the stairs. They entered the bus, which in turn took them to airport terminal. Carl was paranoid and terrified of being seen by a travelling GSF. He tried to cover his face as best he could. The two left the airport, to be greeted by a Majestic, sporting expensive gold rims. It was being driven by another Balla. "Welcome to Los Santos," said the driver, who had rolled down the windows. "Get in," said the Balla who had been travelling with him. Carl stepped into the backseat, and was taken to a small house in an Idlewood ghetto.

 

The three men walked in quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping drug addicts, who were curled up into the corners, and on the couches. A hooker scurried out of the den. The Balla who had been travelling with him finally introduced himself. My name, is DeShane Cora. "Nigga, WHAT?" Carl couldn't control himself. "Cora? You related to Jihan?"

"Yeah, he my brother."

"I been chillin' with a Balla?"

"If you've been chillin' with Jihan... yeah... Jihan's been in on this whole thing, nigga. He flew the plane here..."

Carl began to jump around, and went berserk. Once he calmed himself, he sat on a couch, avoiding stains of blood and the scattered, trace amounts of semen that plastered the tattered seat. He rubbed his hands to his face, thinking. DeShane hit him in the arm. "Get up." Carl stood. "It's time to do your job, now. There's a Chore Jacket, some jeans, and a purple headband in the back room. Jihan knows your size. Go get into them."

 

At that, Carl walked into the back room. He started to fit the chore jacket on, but realized it was a bit heavy. Reaching his hand into his pocket, he pulled out a brand new, shiny, oily Desert Eagle.

[Moth]

very good man it is keep on getting better each chapter peace out

[FelipeVinhao]

Lol, that Sweet message made MY heart jump!

[nicka912]

Well, guys! I thank you all for the comments you are leaving. Very kind words. Sorry the storie's been on hiatus for a few weeks. Sure as the sky's blue, we all have our different priorities, and the story just wasn't mind for a little bit there. Either way, I've got a chapter nine written up. I'll admit, I'm a little rusty, so cut some slack.

 

Part NINE:::

 

CJ was speechless, but was able to find his heart pounding considerably. A string of thought ran through his mind. He didn't know which way to risk his life. To try and kill all of the armed Ballas in the room? Or should he continue to slowly work with the Ballas, and risk getting castrated by the GSF? He bit the bullet, and walked out of the back room. He noticed the first Balla grinning. Carl looked around, and seemed confused. At once, four men came out from behind curtains and couches. THey were sporting brand new M4's. They came prepared, as Carl also noticed the bulk under their jackets. Body armor. DeShane himself pulled out a sawn-off shotgun from his coat. He blew on the barrel of the stubby chrome pipe.

 

"Good choice... Carl." Said DeShane. Carl was releived, and knew what he would have been risking, had he popped out of the room gun blazing. "Now step outside." Carl followed DeShane slowly. He felt around in his pocket once more. Feeling the handle of the pistol in his sweaty palm gave him a more confident feeling. Carl still regretted getting into that crack... Carl, DeShane, and the four armed men walked out of the crack den, and were greeted by a pearly white Stretch, being driven by a professional-looking caucasian driver. DeShane pushed Carl into the back. The four armed men followed into the vehicle. One of the strapped men spoke. "Hey, nigga." Carl responded quietly. "What up..." The car sat idly. "Where to, sir?" The limousine driver asked DeShane, who sat up front. "Get us into Ganton, pronto." The driver pulled out into the chilly Los Santos evening. Carls heart sped again. What were they up to in Ganton? One armed man set his M4 on the floor of the limo, and pulled an SMG from a compartment that seemed to pop out from nowhere. He held tightly to the SMG, and rolled down the window. Kneeling down on the seat, he stuck his face out into the air, and fired at a few passing Grove Street Families. Carl tried to hide his head as best he could. One Family went down to the ground, rolling in pain. The limo continued to roll softly through central Santos. Carl looked back at the pained GSF as he began to hear sirens. An ambulance pulled over onto the curb. The limo stopped. "Look, Carl," said DeShane. Carl looked back at the ambulance. He expected the GSF to be helped into the back and carted off to the hospital... But instead jumped out two purple-clad men. One man grabbed into his coat, took out a .9, and shot the GSF in the head. The other GSF's, unarmed, began to flee, but were gunned down by the SMG-strapped man in the limousine, who had rolled down the window once again. The two Ballas jumped back into the ambulance, and sirens blaring, sped back towards Ganton.

 

"Here we are, Carl." The limo had pulled up in front of Sweet's house. Carl cursed between his teeth. "Do you know why we're here, Carl?" Carl shook his head. "Well, we're here to drop you off." Carl was confused. "We don't need sh*t from you... We love to see a GSF OG torchered... It's a sight..." One of the Ballas in the backseat exited the car. He walked around to the back of the limo. Slowly, he opened the trunk of the car as the Balla looked inside, smiling. He pulled something from the trunk. It took Carl a few seconds to realize that the Balla was indeed pulling out a live Grove Street Family. Carl didn't know him personally, but his mind raged. The Balla took the tied up GSF back into the car, setting him violently on the floor. Each Balla took a turn beating the GSF's head in with the butt of their weapons, while one disarmed Carl, holding him down.

 

Carl finally broke free. He kicked open the door of the limo (as well as the teeth of the Balla who was holding him down), and ran very quickly back into his home, trying his best to dodge M4 shots flying from the now dirty limousine. He slammed shut his door, and out of breath, ran upstairs into his bedroom. He saw the picture of Katie, smiling. He swiped it off of the nightstand in hatred. He opened the door of his closet, pulling out his shiny AK47. "Alright..." spoke Carl to himself. He also pulled out a heavy vest. "Perfect." He continued to hear small amounts of gunfire pattering against the side of his house, breaking through his door. Carl ran out into the kitchen. He picked up a can of Sprunk, and slurped the whole thing down, swallowing every last drop. "Damn, I needed that!" He exclaimed. He then ran to his door. Hr opened it quickly, and saw the limo gone. He thought he must have been going crazy to hear gunfire. He picked up the phone, and located Sweet's cell number. He dialed it quickly. He got a ringtone several times before a shady voice answered. "Oh, this must be Carl!" It was DeShane... "Dammit, DeShane, you bastard, where's my brother?!"

 

"I think you'll find out, soon enough, Carl... Soon enough."

 

[Moth]

pretty good man even if you are rusty and by the wya can't wait to read the next one

peace out

[FelipeVinhao]

Welcome back to fanfics!

 

Nice return!

[Leftfootwonder]

read all 9 parts so far and i have to say, everyone is a gem. keep up the excellent work, cant wait for the next chapter.

[Leftfootwonder]

you got a new part coming up soon Nick?

[Moth]

you got a new part coming up soon Nick?

i sure hope so

peace out

[lblakers2448]

When is another part coming????

[Stezza]

Damn, this story is tight! Come on, come back soon!

 

 

-K-Mart, for people who can't afford David Jones

[Leftfootwonder]

cmon Nick, this story is class....we need another chapter (or maybe 10).

[jdub89]

I dont think i can live with out more!!! O yea its awesome!

[The-Exploited]

I asked nick if he wanted help with chapter 10, and im done with it but i dont think it would be nice of me posting it so lets wait for him to do it. (thats if he liked what i wrote)

[jdub89]

NICK NICK NICK NICK!! I WANNA READ MORE!!!!!!!!

[The-Exploited]

If Nick lets me post the next chapter i will.

[Moth]

 

nick come bring the next chapter or let the exploited post the next chapter

[jdub89]

COME ON JUST POST IT ANYWAY!!!!!!

[The-Exploited]

But if i post it dont reply saying "You stole nicks story", etc.

[jdub89]

OK dude we wont just post it....

[The-Exploited]

Ok here it is. Hope you like it and hope Nick doesnt get mad.

 

Part TEN:

 

CJ sat on the sofa, speechless, paranoid, he didn't know what to do. "I screwed, I f*cking screwed.", CJ said to himself, he didnt move, he was just sitting there, motionless, regretting what he had done and feeling like hell broke loose. It was 11:25pm, CJ was still shocked by everything that happened, when suddenly the door opened loudly, CJ could do nothing but to turn and pray it wasnt a Balla. suddenly from the dark pitch of night, Sweet came into the house. "Sweet!", CJ exclaimed. "CJ?, What are you doing here?", Asked Sweet. "Sweet, Im sorry, I did'nt mean to.. it was a mistake!","What-cho talkin' 'bout nigga'?","I just.. I was in Vice, and i just.. i took crack",CJ said regretfully of what he had done. There was a silence, and Sweet couldnt do anything more than keeping his eyes closed.. thinking. Finally, after a minute of silence Sweet said: "CJ,it's alright bro.." and CJ interrupted saying "No bro, I just f*cked up, I wanted to see what was so good about it, and i regret it, I mean, I was the one

who stopped you from trying that, and then i try it", "Don't trip nigga! You were there to save me from it, and if you were'nt there I would of tried it fo' sure, I just was'nt there for you bro, we all make mistakes",Sweet replied. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I wont do that again, but this is bigger than just that!",CJ said. "Why?", asked Sweet. "Some balla caught me in Vice and brought me here, I thought he had you. I could'nt go out and find him.. it was just too fast",CJ repied. There was another moment of silence and Sweet finally said: "Go get some rest, we'll sort this sh*t out in the morning bro". CJ calmed down, turned to sweet, hugged him and went upstairs to his room.

The next morning, CJ went downstairs to find Sweet lying half asleep in the sofa. "Sweet? why did'nt you go home bro?" Sweet answered "Why would I go home when i find out someone broke into my place?", "that explains how DeShane got Sweet's cell phone!", CJ said to himself. He sat down next to Sweet and asked: "So, we got to find those balla mother f*ckers?", "Firstly, they cant hide for too long, the families run the whole town, so they must be hidden", Sweet awnsered. "We need some help bro, we cant do it ourselves on this one", said CJ. "What are you suggesting?" Sweet asked. "I've got an idea! if i can contact Cesar, he can link me with the Varrios Los Aztecas, we can make a deal." Said CJ. Sweet didnt say a word, he was thinking about it. when finally he repiled "Alright CJ, but remember you can't trust everyone". Sweet stood up and went upstairs. CJ called Cesar, but no one answered, sh*t Cesar please! "Hello?", Said Cesar, "Oh man! glad to hear you, are you alright?" Said CJ, "Yeah holmes, i thought

you were here carnal" Cesar answered. "Long story, I just need a hook up with your gang, could you do that for me?" asked CJ. "Yeah of course carnal, but whats wrong?" replied Cesar. "I'll explain everything when you come back, in the meantime, don't hang out with Jihan, he got balla connections" said CJ carefully "Ok holmes, see you in a while" said Cesar. Now CJ just had to wait for the call of one of Cesar's boys.

It was 6:00pm and CJ was still waiting for the call, sitting in the dinner table, staring at his cell phone, when all of a suddenly the telephone rang. "Hello?" answered CJ. "Hola carnal, this is Carlos Vazquez holmes, Cesar said you needed help, what do you need?" Asked Carlos "Well.. I'm looking for someone called DeShane". there was a short period of silence. "Alright holmes, tell ya' what we're gonna' do, come down to El Corona, we need a favour to prove your word". Carlos hung up.

CJ was down for it, he went upstairs, got in his wardrobe, Took out a green rag, covered his mouth with it. Then he grabbed his body armor with the title "GROVE 4 L" painted in green on the front, got a pair of blue khakis, and green sneakers, and then hurried out of the house while he grabbed an AK and an SMG and some grenades. He went running from his house to the Binco in the corner of Ganton, saw a parked Voodoo, and got on it. He hurried to El Corona passing through the train tracks.

When CJ arrived at Cesar's house, a tall, white, heavily tatooed man with a light blue rag tied on his right upper arm, navy blue khakis and a light blue skully was waiting outside. CJ had'nt even got out of the car when the man walked to the side of the vehicle and saw through the driver's window. "You must be CJ", the man said. "Yeah, who are you?" CJ asked "Im Carlos, i talked to you on the phone half an hour ago",Carlos said. "Yeah i remember that" replied CJ. "I got the information for you, but first i need you to do a job for me, just to prove your word". "Theres some Vago dickhead trying to make the Varrios fall. He lives in Idlewood somewhere, he goes by the name of Jose. I need you to go there and anihilate that pendejo, 'cause no one messes with the Varrios ese". "Alright" CJ said, and quickly doing a 180º spin left to Idlewood. it was'nt too long until he got there. He got out of the car, and walked a few blocks. "Damn, where will i find this fool?" CJ asked himself. When all of a sudden, he saw a garage door opening and a

Vago getting out cautiously. CJ quickly took a shortcut and intercepted him from behing, grabbing his neck. "You're not going until you tell me where the f*ck Jose is" CJ said. "No pendejo, I don't know anything!" The Vago answered. "Oh you don't?" CJ replied while aiming his SMG to the Vago's head. "Ahh alright man, alright i talk i talk!" the Vago shouted. "Go on then" CJ said. "He lives just accross the street, over there" said the Vago pointing at a yellow house with pink flowers on the porch. "Ok, that's all i needed to know" said CJ, while grabbing his SMG and hitting the Vago on the head to make him faint.

He took him inside the garage, tied him to a chair, and closed the garage door. Then he headed to Jose's house. He found no resistance while breaking the door to enter the house, he looked for Jose but he was nowhere. Then he heard voices coming out of the closet. He opened it quickly and a little, bald, thin man stood there with his arms risen. CJ shot him bedore he could say a word. "This was easier than I thought" He said to himself when all of a sudden, He felt a gun just behind his neck, he did'nt say a word. and quickly turned and broke the guy's arm, the guy fell on the floor screaming from the pain and CJ got his AK out and aimed at him. "Are you Jose?" CJ asked. "Y-y-yeah" the guy answered. "Varrios do'nt want you living" CJ whispered. Before Jose could speak, he was already shot in the head 3 times.

CJ got in his car and drove back to el Corona, Carlos was still outside, and before CJ could say a word, Carlos said: "Got that pendejo", CJ answered "He's dead now". Carlos looked surprised and after a minute of silence he said: "Alright ese, we can trust you cabron, you can come tomorrow and I'll lead you to DeShane, Adios carnal". Carlos said while he walked away. CJ did'nt say anything else and went back to Ganton. Left his car outside, and entered his house while saying to himself "I have you now DeShane, I f*cking have you now".

 

I wrote all of it.. im not too good at this. but i tried.

 

[Leftfootwonder]

well done mate. great effort

[FelipeVinhao]

You stole Nick's story! ...Kidding...

 

Nice work. But Nick & u were writing the story together or u just offered him ur help?

[The-Exploited]

I offered my help and he said sure cause he said hes doing more important stuff at the moment so i wrote it.

[Moth]

good chapter man

peace out

[The-Exploited]

Thanks i guess. I dont know if i should make the next part.. nick doesnt answer my messages.

[tRue tHuganomics]

*decided to erase what i said *

Edited June 28, 2006 by tRue tHuganomics

[acedragon]

yeh aggreed, great story, should be pinned. keep it up man it really is awesome