Grove St.

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 1: Takin’ care of the Ballas

 

Then sun was setting in the West as Carl drove home. He had just bought a new Greenwood with a nice green finish on it and chrome wheels. He was proud of himself for saving up all the money to get one. It took him six months to get enough saved up. He had a sh*tty job at Cluckin’ Bell mopping floors for minimum wage.

He rolled to a stop as the traffic light turned red. Grove St. was just around the corner and he could smell Sweet’s barbecue on the grill and hear the music blasting. As Carl waited on the light some Ballas walked by.

 

“Yo dog, check it out. It’s that mothaf*cka’ Johnson”

 

“ Yeah yeah. Looks like he gots a new ride”

 

Carl noticed the Ballas glaring at him. The light turned green and he slammed his foot down on the gas. Shots rang through the dusk air as Carl sped down Grove St.

When he pulled up to Sweet’s house, the party had already started. Sweet was handing out paper plates. Big Bear was getting everyone drinks and Cesar was throwing out some plastic forks.

Carl got out. Sweet could see that he was pissed off. He turned down the stereo, “ Hold up, hold up! Everybody shut the f*ck up!” It went silent.

“ Yo Carl what wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what the f*ck is wrong! Some motha f*ckin’ Ballas is up on our turf and shot at my new f*ckin’ ride that’s what!!’

“ Wait wait……..Ballas on our turf?….Aight everybody the party is f*ckin’ over! Bear! Go get my 44‘! We goin after these mutha f*ckas!” Sweet was pissed off.

 

Cesar revved up the engine on his lowrider as four vatos jumped in armed with Aks and pistols. Carl ran into the house and grabbed his Uzi and some clips off of the kitchen table.

The Grove was, all of a sudden, full of activity. Cars were pulling out of drive-ways and Grove St. boys were grabbing guns and pulling on caps and bandanas. They were going after the Ballas tonight.

 

 

This is the first chapter of many. I hope you guys like it so far. I know it is not alot but trust me there will be more.

[Vanilla Shake]

Good Job!

[GlanzaGav]

Nice work.

[gutarjunky]

you have my attention

[mark-2007]

It's awesome although quite short but that makes it more easy to read.

[Fuz_Master]

Hey thanks for the comments guys. Hells yeah a BBQ!! lol

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 2: Goodnight mutha f*cka’

 

Sweet cruised along Main St. keeping an eye out for Ballas. Reece was closing up his barber shop for the night. Street lights flickered and turned on. It was quiet.

Carl was right behind Sweet. He had three guys in with him. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw purple shirts running. He hit the brakes and honked.

Sweet poked his head out, “ What mutha f*cka?”

“ Ballas, Sweet! Headed down by the tracks”

 

Sweet whipped his car around, screeching the tires. Carl threw his hand around the window waving in a circle motion. They all turned around and sped off towards the train tracks. Three Ballas were running down to a house. Sweet swerved in front of them, stopping them in their tracks.

He got out and aimed his gun between the middle one’s eyes, “Aight you piece of sh*t mutha f*ckas, which one of you shot at my brothas ride?

 

“ Man we ain’t shot at sh*t. You losing yo damn mind. Now why don’t you roll on out of here befo’ you get f*ckin’ shot”

Carl walked up behind the mouthy one and jammed his Uzi into the back of his head. He flinched and turned around to face Carl, “ What?! You got a prob’ too b*tch?”

 

“Which one of you motha f*ckas shot at my ride? I know one of yalls did and we gonna find out. And if you don’t tell us we gonna fill all yas with some lead. You hear me?”

Some more Ballas came out of the door of the crack house behind Sweet’s car. There was nine of them handling 9s and one had an AK. “Aight now what’s goin on here? Ooooo looks like we got some Groves on our f*ckin turf. Well how we gonna handle dis’?”

 

Green cars rounded the corner by the tracks. More of the Family had come. They all jumped out and walked over by Carl. Carl said, “ Well looks like we is gonna have a war tonight”

The main Balla reached in put his gun up to Sweet’s head, “Any of you motha f*ckas move and dis’ f*cker is dead as yo sorry ass brotha’!,” No one dared move. Sweet was their leader, next to Carl, “ Now all yas back da f*ck up, get in yo cars and we might work dis out! Except for you CJ, yo b*tch ass is gonna stay right here”

 

“ Hey man, I don’t want no probs. Just let mah brotha go.”

“Oh you got some motha f*ckin’ problems. Rollin’ up on us like dat and sh*t . Who tha f*ck you thinks yalls are? You know better than that b*tch and we gonna end dis tonight. Say goodnight mutha f*cka” A shot rang through the air as blood exploded out of Sweet’s head. He leaned over onto the top of the car. The Balla pushed him over and his body fell limply to the ground. Sweet was dead and the war was about to begin.

 

 

 

Chapter 3 coming soon!

[gutarjunky]

vary good have a cookie

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 3: War

 

“NOOOOOO!!!!!”, screamed Carl as he ran to Sweet’s dead body. Shots exploded into the night air. Gang members were running everywhere. Carl sat there holding Sweet’s body as they fought. The main Balla ran by him and as he did, Carl grabbed his leg, tripping him, “ You killed my brotha’ you piece of f*ckin’ sh*t!!” Carl rammed his fist into the Ballas face. Punch after punch his face crushed in. Teeth were loosened and blood ran from his mashed nose. After Carl was finished with him he was dead.

 

“Agggh f*ck! Think I broke mah damn hand!”, yelled Carl.

 

He looked around and all he could see was chaos. A Grove St. member had thrown a Molotov cocktail and it shattered on top of a Balla, engulfing him in flames. One Balla had a Grove member on his knees while he shot him in the head. The rest were ducking and diving behind cars, thrown out couches, or anything they could use as cover, exchanging shots to one another. Blood stained the grass and nearby railroad tracks. So many bodies were scattered about, motionless.

Carl regained his senses and tried to ignore the hand. Taking a knife from one of the dead Ballas, he plunged it into another Ballas throat and continued to jam it in. He screamed for mercy as blood squirted from his throat. As the body fell to the ground, Carl grabbed a pistol laying by a tipped over trash can and shot wildly into the night. Ballas were dropping like flies as he shot at them.

He heard car doors slam behind him and turned around. More Ballas had came to join in the fight. He shot at the cars and windows. Glass shattered and nice cars were being riddled with bullets. As he shot he ran behind a Grove St. car. He peeked over the hood and a bullet whizzed by his ear. A searing pain went through his ear lobe. He grabbed at it and there was blood all over his hand and trickling onto his green sweater.

A Grove St. member ran over to Carl. He noticed he was holding the side of his head, “Yo, you all right?!, “ He yelled over the shots.

“ Yeah yeah I’m fine. A bullet just nicked mah ear. Dats all!”

 

As the member got up and ran back to his cover a bullet ripped through his head. Carl saw him and went over to his body, “sh*t! Family! Let’s get rid of dese mutha f*ckas! Da Police will be comin’ anytime now!” The firing got worse. Smoke rose from the overheated pistols, Uzis and AK-47s.

Carl was running behind cars, popping off a few shots, and running to another to make sure how many were dead. He counted fifteen as a bullet went through his arm. “Aggghhhh sh*t!!!!” He stumbled over to a hedge and hid behind it. He was about thirty feet from the chaos now. Everything around him started to go in circles. And then he passed out.

 

 

Chapter 4 will be here either late tonight or sometime tomorrow.

[GlanzaGav]

Very good,keep it up.

 

 

[Fubu]

Keep this up. I like those very much. And good luck .

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 4: Death Everywhere

 

Carl woke up in a daze. The morning sun was rising over the bridge that goes over Grove St. He rubbed his eyes roughly. He tried to use his arm to prop himself up but an unbelievable pain shot through it, “ Aggghhhhh sh*t!,” he screamed. He used his other arm and struggled. Soon he was up. There was caked up dry blood running down his arm. He looked around.

 

“ Oh God”

 

There was death everywhere. Ballas and Grove members laid everywhere. Bullet holes riddled every body. There was stab wounds in some. One’s head was split open. Carl couldn’t tell who was who on some bodies, they were beaten or shot up so badly. Carl looked around everywhere. No sign of an Ambulance or Police cruiser. None had come. There had to be fifty or sixty bodies sprawled around the tracks and grass.

He felt like he was in a dream world. But it was the harsh reality. Sweet was dead and so was the Grove St. Family. Stumbling towards Grove St., he was still half awake and couldn’t believe anything that was going on. A bum walked up to him, “ Sir? Can I have some of yur’ spare change? I need some for a sandwich.

 

Carl looked up at him like he was from another planet, “huh?”

“Spare change sir? Please?”

“ Go f*ck off and get a job before I f*cking murder yo’ sorry ass. Piece a f*ckin’ sh*t. Oh, and you smell like ass, too”

 

The bum didn’t say a word and walked off. Carl saw someone sitting on the curb in front of Sweet’s house. It was Grove member. Carl walked up to him. The guy had his hand over his eye. Blood was dripping from where his hand was covering it. His pants had grass stains all over. There was a ripped piece down by the foot. His once green tank top was now covered in blood. He didn’t even glance at Carl.

“ What happened?”, asked Carl.

 

“ We din’t know where youse was so we just panicked and kept shootin’. Pretty soon there was only a couple of us left. We were goin’ against, like, five o dem’ mo’ f*ckas. I ran off but one caught up to me. He knocked me down and started puchin’ me. Next thing I know he’s tryin’ to take a f*ckin’ switch blade to mah eye. Motha f*cka tore mah eye up. I can’t see sh*t, now. I f*cked his ass up, though. I ripped tha knife from his hand then pulled out mah Gat from tha back o’ mah pants shot his ass dead. I don‘ know bout tha other guys..”

 

Carl walked off towards his house. It was the same, thank God. Carl walked in. He about made it to the kitchen then fell on his knees. He buried his face into his hands, crying. A hand touched his shoulder, “ What’s wrong baby?”

 

“ Momma?”

 

 

 

 

Ok guys, Chapter 6 will be here soon. I garuntee by tomorrow or Monday.

[GlanzaGav]

Very good,but I think you might want to do Chap.5 before you do 6.

[MAcSandNinEs]

That was f*cking sweet. Do some more.

[Vanilla Shake]

Very Good! Can't wait for the next chapter!!

[Seddo]

nice work man bring on the next chapter

[mark-2007]

Great work, I'm not sure when it's set though. I take it about 1987 just before he leaves or is it set after San Andreas and he's having a hallucination/vision of his mum?

[Kobe101]

Before. He has a job.

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 5: Finding a Different Life

 

Carl turned around and saw his mother standing there. He couldn’t believe it. She spoke, “ Carl, baby, what’s th’ mattah sweetie? You look so down.” Carl wiped the tears away, “ Sweet is dead. So is everyone else. I can’t take all dis, momma. This death.”

 

“ Well honey life is not perfect. We have our ups and downs. You just have to look past that and look for the good”

 

“ But there is no good in this damn place. We all gonna die sooner or lata”

 

“ Well sweetie, no one is forcing you to stay here. You should just go back to Liberty City. You are better off there. There’s nothing here for yah.”

“But….”

“ But what Carl? You wana stay here and build tha gang back up? Go on and ruin yah whole damn life then. You’ll just end up like yo daddy, shot up and dead in a dark alley.”

“ Momma, that’s what happened to daddy? I…. I never knew that?”

“ Yeah baby. That’s how it happened. But enough of that. Now come here” She held her arms out to him. He ran to her and hugged nothing but air, “ Momma?”

 

 

Carl sat in the kitchen, looking at a picture of his family. He was just a baby in that one. His dad had his arms rapped around his mom. She held Carl and Sweet sat beside him. His sister sat on a seat above Sweet right by her dad. Carl tried to hold back the tears but he couldn’t. He kept realizing that the only person left was his sister. But she is probably holed up in some crack house f*cking some other gang member. Ever since she broke up with Ceaser it all went to hell.

He got up and went upstairs to his room. He grabbed the old leather suitcase that was once his fathers’ and set it on the bed. He grabbed some clothes and threw them in the case. Looking around the room he noticed his old Base 5 posters. He shook his head and walked out. There was some extra toast on the counter in the kitchen. Carl grabbed a piece and took a bite. It was like two days old.

The old house was falling apart. The paint on the walls were peeling. Floorboards creeked where there was floorboards. You couldn’t get hot water when you needed it. Half of the outlets in the house didn’t work. It was time for Carl to leave, he decided.

The old screen door creaked as he pushed it open. He took one last look at Grove St..

 

“Man I ain’t gonna miss this f*ckin place”

 

With that he walked off toward the Los Santos airport.

 

 

Obviously it is after. I hope you guys like this one. I had kind of a hard time thinking of things to say. I can't be sure when Chapter 6 will come. I have got alot going on, now. Thanks for the support

 

 

 

 

[FelipeVinhao]

Good story. I hope you continue it, great job.

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 6: Ruined

 

 

Carl was just outside of Ganton when a Ballas car rolled up beside him. One hung out of the car.

 

“ Hey b*tch, you runnin’ away or something ?”

“ Why don’ you f*cks leave me da’ hell alone and I will be on my mutha f*ckin’ way”

“ See it aint dat simple. You ain’t leavin Santos alive. You killed my brotha’ and half of our f*ckin gang” “ And whereda’ hell were you at during the fight? Hidin’ like a little bitch?!”

 

In a split second Carl was looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge. He knew this kid. His name was J Dup. He was a cocky little boy who didn’t f*ck around unless he had a crew with him. He was all talk. His part of the gang did the ass kicking for him.

 

“ Whad you say mutha f*cka? I will have my boy put a slug in yo b*tch ass right now.”

“ Exactly, you will have him do it. You aint got tha f*ckin balls to do it”

 

As Carl said this he bolted off. He could hear the car screech its tires as it sped towards him. He threw his suitcase over a fence and hopped over it. His shirt got caught in the extra wire hanging off the top of the fence. It ripped as he struggled to get away. A shot bounced off of the wall next to him. He threw the shirt off of him and ran. They would be circling the block waiting for him to run out of the alley. There was a kind of a cross roads in the alley way. He took to the left. He could hear them yelling.

It had to be still in the morning. The last time Carl had checked the time was a day ago. Right before the Ballas started their sh*t with him. The stadium was behind him and he passed Smoke’s old girlfriends house where the Mexicans had him holed up. Carl stopped to catch his breath. He looked around. There was women hanging clothes on the line. The mail man rounded the corner. A dog ran by after a cat. It was quiet for now. Carl grabbed for his suitcase, “F*CK!” He forgot it. It had his money and his clothes. He had to go back and get it. But the idea of getting shot for his suitcase was not a good plan.

He was confused. His plan was ruined. He had no money for a plane ticket, “f*ck it”. He headed back to the alley.

 

To be honest I might end it within the next two or three chapters. Hope you guys like this one.

[Fuz_Master]

Chapter 6: Ruined

 

 

Carl was just outside of Ganton when a Ballas car rolled up beside him. One hung out of the car.

 

"Hey b*tch, you runnin’ away or something ?”

"Why don’ you f*cks leave me da’ hell alone and I will be on my mutha f*ckin’ way”

"See it aint dat simple. You ain’t leavin Santos alive. You killed my brotha’ and half of our f*ckin gang” “ And whereda’ hell were you at during the fight? Hidin’ like a little bitch?!”

 

In a split second Carl was looking down the barrel of a 12 gauge. He knew this kid. His name was J Dup. He was a cocky little boy who didn’t f*ck around unless he had a crew with him. He was all talk. His part of the gang did the ass kicking for him.

 

"Whad you say mutha f*cka? I will have my boy put a slug in yo b*tch ass right now.”

"Exactly, you will have him do it. You aint got tha f*ckin balls to do it”

 

As Carl said this he bolted off. He could hear the car screech its tires as it sped towards him. He threw his suitcase over a fence and hopped over it. His shirt got caught in the extra wire hanging off the top of the fence. It ripped as he struggled to get away. A shot bounced off of the wall next to him. He threw the shirt off of him and ran. They would be circling the block waiting for him to run out of the alley. There was a kind of a cross roads in the alley way. He took to the left. He could hear them yelling.

It had to be still in the morning. The last time Carl had checked the time was a day ago. Right before the Ballas started their sh*t with him. The stadium was behind him and he passed Smoke’s old girlfriends house where the Mexicans had him holed up. Carl stopped to catch his breath. He looked around. There was women hanging clothes on the line. The mail man rounded the corner. A dog ran by after a cat. It was quiet for now. Carl grabbed for his suitcase, “F*CK!” He forgot it. It had his money and his clothes. He had to go back and get it. But the idea of getting shot for his suitcase was not a good plan.

He was confused. His plan was ruined. He had no money for a plane ticket, “f*ck it”. He headed back to the alley.

 

To be honest I might end it within the next two or three chapters. Hope you guys like this one.

[FelipeVinhao]

The "error 500" striking again...

 

Anyway, keep the good writing!

[Fuz_Master]

god i hate that lol. This is the only site that takes forever to load.

[Oddsock]

Hmm...yet another fan fiction about CJ, wherein Sweet gets killed by Ballas and the evildoers are eventually eradicated. How original. [/sarcasm]

 

Well, I hope yall who do read it like it.

[Fuz_Master]

Wow thanks for the nice comment. Yah I am sorry but the search doesnt work. SO I didnt look for any other fan fictions. But so far some people seem to like it and that is all that matters to me.

[Isuck100%]

Yeah, I agree with OdDsOcK. The Carl and Sweet fighting the Ballas, Sweet dying, all that stuff... I was doing that long ago. It really has been overdone. Of course, you should keep going with your story, it's quite good. But if you start another fanfic after this, I suggest you choose an original topic, because almost every recent fanfic has involved the same characters and settings, along with similar plots.

[Fuz_Master]

Damn guys, someone should have gave me a heads up when I started it lol. I'm not trying to piss anyone off but wereally do need the search fixed.

[mark-2007]

I think it's good still, despite the unoriginality. I'm not bored of the "Sweet dies" theme, the rest of your story makes up for it.

[MAcSandNinEs]

You guys need to shut the f*ck up. You guys haven't done anything. I happen to love this fan fiction. So stop talking.

 

Kthx.