Grand Theft Auto: A New Beginning

[S. Leone]

 

Special thanks to Archon, Lord Of End Times for the banner

 

From the south to the east, the stakes rise in the international Mafia game by the death of Leone family don, Salvatore Leone. Enemies become at a tooth-and-nail fight, as they fight for control of the game. Families lose control, as other’s reap the rewards. The old time’s no longer exist, a new beginning is at a dawn for the rightful crown as the head Mafia Family in the U.S.A.

 

Off the grid of the game in Harwood, Liberty City, a small time hustler named Michael Camonte is realizing the turn Liberty City took at the death of the Don. Crack is on a rise, changing the friends he once knew to lost causes. When Michael kills the head crack distributor, all hell breaks lose. Given a second chance at life, his brother introduces him to the underground Mafioso world, a world of no luck, hope or trust. He must take sides with one family, help keep an iron fist, and don’t let anything fall out of his grip…..Even if it means killing one’s close to him.

 

This is a story I'm writing based in the GTA universe. I aimed towards something differrent, there's no relation between any of the main characters from the series early in the story, but give it time and it will develope.

 

Directory:

 

Chapter 2: Looks can be deciving

Chapter 3: Fueled by hate

Chapter 4 & 5: Zanax Bars & I'd Like You To Meet Mr. Leone

Chapter 6: Unstoppable

Chapter 7: What's the word "Trust" Anyways?

 

 

Chapter 1: Another one of those days.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 22

 

“And keep them shook crews running' like they supposed to they come around but they never come close to, I can see it inside your face” Michael woke up to the sound of Mobb Deep on his radio. He slowly crept up from under the heavy covers and sat on the edge of his bed. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a “Vercetti Sweet.” He flicked open his Zippo and sparked the creamy strawberry blunt stick and inhaled. He started to move his head to that beat of the song, as he reached over onto his dresser and twisted the volume knob up. Then he started to sing along with the song. “You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player. Don't make me have to call your name out. Your crew is featherweight. My gunshots'll make you levitate, I'm only nineteen but my mind is old and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold.” “Michael!? Turn your music down!” Michael turned the volume lower and after shouted out “Sorry ma!” Michael rubbed his eyes then jumped off his feet and ran into the bathroom. After a 20 minute shower he dried himself off and walked back into his room to look out that window and noticed it was drizzling. So, he grabbed a pair of baggy jeans, his black hoddie, and a pair of boots. He walked to his door, and made sure no one was watching. Quickly, he dropped to the ground and swept under his bed. He grasped a metal handle and pulled out the box. Then he did a quick turn and stammered around onto of his dresser until he had a tiny key in his palm. He put the key in the slot and turned and the top flew open to reveal a chrome .38 snub nose revolver. He flipped the foam over and grabbed six shells from underneath. The sharp sound of the cracking wood could be heard. That meant his ma was coming for his room. He shut the case, put the revolver in his hoddie pocket and hopped up on his bed like he was still getting ready.

Michaels Mom: Mikey you coming to breakfast or what your food’s getting cold sweat heart?

Michael: Yea, just give me a minute.

His mom walked out of the room and shut the door, just in time for him to load his gun. *CHICK* He knocked open the chamber. *ST, ST, ST, ST, ST, ST,* He slipped in the bullets. *CHICK, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZT*. He closed it and spun the barrel. He put the revolver in his sock and grabbed his back pack off the door and walked outside into the kitchen. There was his ma, and his little brother. He sat down, and started to eat.

 

Michaels Mom: What do you plan on doing today?

 

Mike: um, probably just go over to Leon’s, hang out with some people.

 

Michaels Mom: That’s good….You gotta come home early tonight.

 

Mike: *Mouth full of eggs* Why?

 

Michaels Mom: Your brother plans on visiting tonight.

 

Mike: *Drops fork* Really? For real this time?

 

Michaels Mom: I guess. He said he doesn’t have to work long tonight, so he’ll stop by for dinner.

 

Mike: Finally, hopefully he doesn’t blow it off like the other 200 time’s.

 

Michaels Mom: And going to have him take care of that land lord. All of the sudden our pay for last

months rent wasn’t “Paid” at all!

 

Mike: I know, that guys a real dick.

 

Michaels Mom: *Slaps Mike’s* Watch your mouth around them! There to young to hear that!

 

Little brother: *Snickers* I am 12 you know.

 

Mike: *Takes plate to the sink and washes it off* Yea, well we want you to have a clean mind so

hopefully you can lead this family in the future. Well, I’m going, I’ll see you all later

 

Everyone: Bye!

 

Mike grabbed his backpack off the ground witch contained nothing at the moment, but would sooner or later. As he walked over and unlocked the door, his brother called out his name and ran up to him.

 

Mike: What’s up little man?

 

Little brother: Can I come with you

 

Mike: *Laughs* Maybe when your older, I’ll see you later.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 24

 

Mike walked out into the sh*tty apartment complex and continued to the exit. He ran through the rain on this dark cloudy day and arrived at his friends apartment complex

 

Mike: *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ* Come on Leon open the door!

 

Leon: Who is it?

 

Mike: It’s the fairy god mother, man who do you think it is open up!

 

Leon: Hahaha! Ok come on in.

 

Mike met Leon outside the door of his apartment which was exactly the same as his. They shook hands, and talked about the day.

 

Leon: So, does T got you on schedule for today?

 

Mike *sigh* Yea, and I know he’s gonna give me a sh*t load, I don’t know why, most people are broke these days.

 

Leon: Yea, I know. Damn, all morning we could smell the crack his whores are cooking up, even from the other complex. Thank god your not selling that sh*t.

 

Mike: Yea, come over with me.

 

Leon: Aight.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 33

 

Mike and Leon went through the door to another apartment complex. They were padded down from a thug, who didn’t check mike’s back pack, where he keeps his gun. In fact, this was the main building where all the drugs in Portland were coming from. The strong smell of crack was coming from under the door, Leon and Mike covered their faces while they passed that particular door. Then they came to T’s door. The smell of pot came from his door, it wasn’t as bad, but still strong.

 

Mike: *Knock, knock, knock*

 

Man: Who the f*ck is it?

 

Mike: It’s Mike!

 

T: *Opens door* About f*ckin’ time nigga, I aint waitin round fo yo ass any mo’.

 

Mike: Yea, ok. Where’s the stuff?

 

T: *Grabs a bag from a slut behind him* Here, I expect 200 by the end of this day

 

Mike: Man, what the f*ck T!? I can’t sell all of that!

 

T: Motha f*cka mouth of to me again and I’ll knock yo teeth straight out yo mouth!

 

Mike: What ever.

 

T: Yo Leon, wad up nigga? You wanna kick it an take a hit of dis sh*t *Shows him a pipe containing crack*

 

Leon: No man, you know I don’t do that.

 

T: Man I don’t care, get yo ass in her and try some! *Grabs Leon by the collar and throws him in and immediately slams the door on Mike*

 

Mike: No….Not Leon.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Corner of Rockwood and Oak

 

Mike continued to his spot where he did his hustling almost everyday. There was a bunch of different chairs, basically like a pile of garbage, he grabbed one, and sat down.

 

Man: Yo, lemme get a bag

 

Mike: *Takes out bag* That’s 10 bucks

 

Man: *Gives him the cash* Thanks.

 

Mike: Yea.

 

One of Mikes friends, Tim, was walking towards him to hang out like they always do. He grabs a chair out of the pile of chairs and sat next to Mike.

 

Tim: Whad up mike?

 

Mike: Nothin, T’s got me working hard today man

 

Tim: Man that sucks. Where’s Leon at?

 

Mike: *Long pause* T got a hold of him, probably shooting crack into him

 

Tim: AW man! What the f*ck is up with him!?

 

Mike: I don’t know but I’m about to…..

 

All of the sudden a crash of garbage was heard from the outside of T’s apartment complex. 3 men tossed Leon to the pavement and brutally started to beat him up. They were either T’s men, or some guys who lived in the complex who wanted his money. But they had no time to hesitate, they had to do something fast.

 

Tim: f*ck man, aw sh*t, what are we gonna do?

 

Mike: What are you packing?

 

Tim: My Deuce Deuce, why?

 

Mike: Get it out. Were gonna scare these guys off, but if we have to, we’ll peel a cap to get them away.

 

Tim: *Looks around, pulls out his gun and cocks it back* Aight, lets go!

 

Mike: *Spins barrel* Let’s do this!

Edited January 15, 2007 by S. Leone

[Pat]

Not bad.

 

Cant wait for Chapter 2.

 

[Vanilla Shake]

I like it!

Bring on Chapter 2!!!

[S. Leone]

Chapter 2: Look’s can be deceiving.

Tim and Mike ran over to the sight where Leon was being brutally beaten as they weaved their guns. The thugs didn’t even notice the guns in their hands until they got up close. The thugs pulled there attention to Tim and Mike.

 

Thug # 1: Humph, you learn usin dat from yo old man white boy?

 

Mike: Don’t push me mother f*cker. Let him go and we’ll walk away.

 

Thug # 2: That aint possible lil man. You f*cked with da wrong guys, now we shoving dat gun up yo ass!

 

The 3rd thug ran at Mike from the right, Mike simply grabbed his right arm, twisted it and smacked him in the skull with the end of his gun. He kept him on the ground in a lock, as he did the other thugs tried to approach him, but Mike kept them at bay with his gun.

 

Mike: WO, WO, WO! DIDN’T I SAY DON’T f*ckING PUSH ME!?

 

Tim: Back the f*ck off! Get the f*ck out of here or I’ll peel a cap into your skull!

 

Thug # 2: You lucky we aint packin heat. Come on Jerome, let’s get outta her.

 

Thug # 1: Motha f*cka’s, at least let are man go.

 

Mike: After you walk.

 

The thugs kept there eyes on Mike and Tim as they walked backwards. Then turned around the corner, shortly after, Mike let the other Thugs arm go and kicked him around for a minute, he ran away after his earned beating.

 

Tim: sh*t, he’s knocked out cold.

 

Mike: Drop him off at Melissa’s house and tell her when he wakes up, to tell her everything what happened and then call me. And tell her I said come over after that.

 

Tim: Aight, see you in a few.

 

Mike looked around and put his gun back under his belt. He walked over to his place to notice a few people waiting to get what they want. After he served them he had about 30 bucks total, and just waited for more customers. Tim returned, said Melissa had no problem, and just sat along side Mike. At the corner of their eye, they could see a Sentinel pulling in near them. It was this kid who thought they liked him, Josh. He walked over in his embarrassing appearance, Caches, Gray coat, and big round golden glasses, with a Liberty City Cocks hat. It pissed Mike off badly to see him arrive almost everyday

 

Josh: Hey guys

 

Tim: Sup

 

Mike: Yo

 

Josh: So, what are you doing?

 

Mike: Don’t act retarded you know I’m hustling.

 

Josh: O yea, I’m sorry, I forgot.

 

Tim: Aye josh, can you do me a favor?

 

Josh: Yea, what is it?

 

Tim: *Gives josh a 20* Go get me and Mike each a slice of Pizza, and a cherry Spunk from the corner market.

 

Josh: Um, ok.

 

Tim made sure that Josh was out of ear shot when he started to talk to Mike

 

Tim: What the f*ck is he still doing here? I thought you told him off last night!?

 

Mike: Yea, well I forgot.

 

Tim: He’s a Jewish rich kid from the upper west side who’s embarrassed of his wealth. It’s like were his f*cking outlet for a life or something. Why doesn’t he go hand out with those “Future Jewish Leaders Of America” club or what ever?

 

Mike: I know he does, Craig told me he saw him at there place, he wont admit it though. Listen, I’ll tell him off tonight.

 

Tim: You better, we can’t have him f*cking things up like he always does. Like the time he got us caught by the cops cause he cant run for sh*t, and you had to go back and get him to help him and Officer dick head caught you two.

 

Mike: Yea, I know.

 

Josh returned with there food and took a chair from the pile. As they sat a guy got some pot from Mike, then walked away. But slowly after, he came back, angered, and threw Mike to the ground.

 

Man: Yo home boy you wanna sell me hollow f*ckin bags you little piece of sh*t!?

 

Mike: *gets to his feet and backs up* Man, that bag is fine, what the f*ck are you talking about!?

 

Man; *socks mike in the face and points pistol at him* MOTHER f*ckER DON’T PLAY DUMB WITH ME!!

 

Suddenly, Josh pulled out a tiny pistol and pointed it at the man. Right away Tim yelled at him to put the gun away.

 

Tim: JOSH ARE YOU AN IDIOT!? PUT THAT GUN AWAY!!

Josh: I’ve got this handeled Tim, don’t worry!

 

Mike: Josh…….Put that away……and please, just walk away! *Turns to man* Here, take this bag for free, and leave us alone, ok?

 

Man: *Pauses then shakes head at them* Aight. Try me again and I’ll f*cking kill you!

 

Mike watched him walk away, and could see Josh smiling, thinking he saved mike. Rite away, he punched josh in his face, knocking his glasses off and breaking them, also drenching them in blood. He held josh down and hit him two more times, took his gun out and pointed it at him.

 

Mike: *Grabs joshes gun and gives it to Tim* Listen, your gonna walk to your car, go home, and never come back here again you piece of sh*t. You almost got me killed and I should kill you.

 

Josh slowly got up and limped over to his car, as soon as he got in, he took off like a bat out of hell. Then Mike’s phone went off.

 

Mike: Hello?

 

Melissa: Hey it’s me.

 

Mike: Hey, how’s Leon?

 

Melissa: Fine, he’s lucky to be alive.

 

Mike: What do you mean?

 

Melissa: Well, a friend of mine knows the thugs that jumped Leon, and it seems T got him high, sent them down there to get him some food, and T told them to kill him. It would look like he was high and started something with them so they wouldn’t have been convicted if they found the body.

 

Mike put the phone down and was staring into the distance. He was filled with anger and couldn’t believe what he was told. Melissa was repeating his name when he finally pressed end. He grabbed the gun from Mike, made sure it was loaded, grabbed his revolver, and started to Run towards T’s complex.

Edited October 28, 2006 by S. Leone

[Vanilla Shake]

Great Job!

Keep it up!

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Good job, S. Leone.

[Rashon.]

Yeah, not bad.

[S. Leone]

Sorry for the looooooong period, I just had no motivation to write. Here's another chapter. But before I do it, do you guy's want me to put time in the location tags?

 

Ex of a location tag: March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 33

 

Chapter 3: Fueled by hate

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 33

 

Mike’s vein’s popped out of his arms and head as he walked towards the door of the crack complex. Thinking of having T in his grip just made him grip his revolver even tighter. “NOOOO! DON’T!” His friend Melissa was yelling from the back round, he could tell Tim was holding her back. Tim knew not to interfere, this wasn’t his problem, Mike and Leon knew each other since kindergarten. He wasn’t going to let this go. Getting to T would be like getting into a fortress though. As soon as Mike reached the door, he pulled a rag out of his coat pocket and wrapped his fist in it. He pulled back his fist, and crashed it through the glass on the door. The wires that ran through the glass sliced through the rag and cut open Mike’s fist. He didn’t care. He reached his hand inside, and turned the knob, it was slippery from the blood in the palm of his hand. Mike looked around, and silently closed the door, the smell of Meth and crack was seeping out from every crevice in the crack fortress. It was dark, they never turned on the lights, it was like walking into a dungeon. Mike walked through the door that lead into the main apartment, he was dead silent as he creped behind the thug holding the Uzi. He silently, yet fast, wrapped his arm around his neck and started to choke him. He was struggling for air, he was trying to yell for help, but Mike’s arm was kicking back anything he could cough up. As soon as he was on his knee’s, drowsy and drooling all over himself, he was talking in slurred tongues. He may have popped a vain by struggling so hard. Mike walked over and picked up a crowbar that was lying in the tool shed. It was most likely the technicians that lives in the apartment. Mike walked over, to see the thug barley conscious. He slowly looked up at Mike, who then cracked him in the back of the skull with the crowbar. The thug gasped at the metal hitting him, then he fell to the ground, with his brains and blood running everywhere. Mike picked up his Uzi, and the extra clip that lied in his belt. Suddenly, a torrent of light poured out from the corridor at the end of the hall, and another thug came limping towards his location. Quickly, Mike hid under the stair case, and saw the thug limp past him over to the dead body of his fallen friend.

 

Thug: sh*t James, what the f*ck happened Nigguh? Man, f*ck!

 

Mike then shot the thug in the back of the head, and turned towards the room at the end of the hallway. Unfortunately, a slut saw Mike shoot the other thug, and warned everyone else in the apartment.

 

Slut: AW sh*t, SOME LITTLE PECKER WOOD JUST RUBBED OUT JEROME!

 

Mike sprinted towards the apartment, the Slut frantically tried to slam the door, but mike jumped, and kicked the door wide open, and knocked it off the hinges. It also sent the slut flying across the room, and she landed on the stove. She hollered in pain, and rolled off the stove. Suddenly, T tackled Mike into the fridge, smashed his palm into his head, and started the knee him and hit him in the stomach. Mike’s face was turning purple, and tears rolled down his cheeks, he struggle to reach for a pot of crack that was cooking on the stove. He finally grasped the pot, and smashed it into T’s side, burning his skin and making him grasp it, losing his grip on Mike. Mike pulled out his revolver and smashed it into T’s head 3 times, until he landed on the floor. Mike pulled out his revolver, and pointed it at T.

 

T: well, come on Nigguh, you got da balls to do it, den lay one in muh skull mutha f*cka.

 

Mike: Of course I am. This isn’t a movie where I hesitate, think of reasons not to do it, then feel guilt.

 

Mike pulled back the hammer on the gun, and shot T right in the face. It was dead silent after that. All that was heard was bubbling of crack on the stove and the sounds of the florescent lighting. The whore lied on the floor with her head cracked wide open, and the skin on her back bubbling. Mike grabbed a rag off the counter and covered his nose as he walked over to the stoves. There were 2 stoves in the apartment, each one cooking some crack for it’s customers. Mike scrambled through the drawers looking for something to protect his hands. He found a pair of oven mitt’s sitting in a drawer full of cash, that he wasn’t so guilty to take. He stuffed the cash in his pocket, and walked over to the stove. He knocked each stove pot onto the floor, and let it bubble through the linoleum flooring. After, he walked over to T’s corpse to notice the bullet went through his skull and into the wall. Mike flicked open his knife and pried it out of the wall. He kicked his body over and away from the bullet hole, to make it less suspicious. Just as he was walking towards the window, he noticed the stove ajar from against the wall. There was a hole rite behind the stove. Mike ran over and knelt over the stove, and reached into the hole. He gripped something hard, and wrapped in plastic. He quickly pulled his hand back to reveal a brick of money. He looked at it in amazement, and then had the perfect idea. He saw the gas line running from the wall into the stove. He gripped the tube, and snapped it, quickly giving off the sent of propane. He grabbed some paper lying on the kitchen table, and made a trail from the pipe line to the window, then crawled out the window. He took out a pack of matches, and lit the end with his Zippo, and it quickly ignited. He threw it on the paper. And the paper slowly but surly burnt in a trail leading up to the broken pipe line. Mike ran threw the back yards of the complexes and dialed 911. He just said “Quick, there’s a fire in Complex 33, Harwood, and it’s spreading fast. He hung up and kept running till he was at his bedroom window, at the back of his complex.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 22

 

Mike opened the window, and dropped into his dark room. He shut the window, and closed the curtains as fast as he could. Then he got out his cell phone and dialed Tim. Hey…..I’m fine…..I’M FINE!…..Listen, I’m at my complex, do not come over, I might be over later though…..Ok….Aight…..peace. Mike walked over to his door and opened it until there was just a crack.

 

Mike: Mom?

 

Mikes Mom: Mikey? When did you get here?

 

Mike: I uh…..You weren’t answering the intercom so I came in through my window.

 

Mikes Mom: O…..ok…..well….I’ll call you if I need you.

 

Mike: Ok.

 

Mike closed his door and locked all of the locks on his door. He didn’t turn any lights on. He just turned his T.V. on, which provided some light. He grabbed a brief case from under his bed and put the code in his combo lock. 14.…..4.….30. He opened it and took the brick of money from his hoodey and put it in. locked it up, and put it back. Then he walked to his night stand, grabbed a Vercetti sweet, and sparked it up. He sat there on his bed, counting the money from the drawer that he found, and smirked at the sound of sirens coming into the neighborhood.

 

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Nice job, S. Leone. This story gets better and better. The detail in your writing is excellent.

[Nick Papagiorgio]

Pretty cool story you have here, S.Leone.

 

Here is a gift-

[Cubanwhip]

I love the detail you have put into the story. I was worried when the story just stopped, but you started it back up one month later. Here's a catloaf.

 

P.S. How can you hit someone in the head three times with a gun, and then pull out the same gun again? I think there's an error there.

[S. Leone]

Sorry for the delay, to make up for it, here's two chapters!

 

Chapter 4: Zanax Bars

 

March 23rd 2004. Unknown Area in Liberty City

 

Mike was lying in the cool brush of grass and the whistling of wind next to him. He opened his eyes, and slowly rose to his feet and brushed off his eyes. For some reason, he was in Belleville park. He noticed the usually bustling streets of the big LC were at a complete halt, not one pedestrian walked the streets, not one car riding around. He glanced over his shoulder to see a man sitting on a bench in a hoodie. Mike just walked in confusion towards the street. As soon as his foot touched pavement, he was thrown back all the way over to the bench where the man was sitting. In no time at all, Mike was back on his feet and looked at the man on the bench. Mike just was stunned and was drown by shock. It was T. Sitting there with a blank look on his face. Just staring into nothing. Suddenly, a cars honk was heard from behind mike. A Kaufman Cab waited in the street for him, engine running and all. Mike sprinted over to the cab, and jumped rite in. Only to notice, the slut that he killed, turn her head and shoot him.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 22, 1:22 PM

 

Mike woke up in a shock as he was drenched in sweat. He looked around to notice he was back in his room. The money from the stack he was counting lied wrapped up next to him. The Vercetti Sweet was put out in his ash tray. And everything was how it was supposed to be. He covered his hand in his hoodie sleeve and wiped the sweat from his fore head. He leaned over the bed, and started to rub his temple. He kept having these flashes of T’s death, and the apartment on fire. For about another hour the flashes repeated in a brutally unstable cycle. Mike couldn’t even think straight with all this. So he walked over to the mini fridge in the corner of his room, and took a glass off the top of the fridge. He grabbed a “Liberty City Cookie Co.” box, to reveal a few cookies smashed under a bottle of Vodka. He took out the bottle and laid it on the fridge as he popped open a can of “Fizzy Green Apple” and poured it over the ice in the cup. Then he mixed it with the vodka, and put the bottle back in it’s place. He grabbed the glass and trotted over to his book shelf. He gazed at the books then grabbed a hollowed out dictionary. He grabbed a bottle, opened it up to reveal 12 or 13 Zanax bars. He grabbed one and popped it in his mouth, then quickly took a few gulps of the drink. He strained his neck to kick back the taste of the alcohol. After he swallowed the bars, he slowly stepped to his bed, and fell as his feet turned to jell. He fell to the bed, and felt his heart beat slowly decreasing, he knew it was all in his head, as trails followed his hand as he waved it passed his stoned out eyes. Shortly after, he fell into a deep sleep

 

“Come on, wake up bitch, COME ON!” Mike found a rude awakening to a head lock, as he struggled to break free and squirmed all over the bed. His face became some what purple, and he kicked back his tears. “Fu…..FU….FUC-K YOOOOU!!!!” Mike elbowed the person in the stomach twice and put his revolver in his face, to find it was his brother.

 

Dimitri: Well, I can tell you still haven’t lost that attitude. *grabs gun from him*

 

Mike: Man, don’t f*cking do that to me, I almost had a heart attack.

 

Dimitri: Man, I walk in and don’t even get a hug.

 

Mike made a smirk, and walked over to give his older brother a hug.

 

Dimitri: Man, it’s been almost 2 months! It’s great to see the family again.

 

Mike: It better be, we wouldn’t want all that build up for nothing.

 

Dimitri: Ha, ok buddy, lets’ go eat.

 

After a long meal with the family, many smiles cracked, many missed event’s brought up, and some tears shed, Dimitri offered Mike a ride in his new car. They stepped out, where the smell of smoke still remained from the fire which was now extinguished, and some people remained around the site, not to mourn the death of T, but mostly to gather what scraps of money remained from the fire, and to see if they could dig up any crack. As the matter of fact, the amount of crack that was burned sent a strong, almost what seemed to be permanent smell in the air.

 

Dimitri: How you like my new ride bro?

 

Mike: Holy………….sh*t.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Complex 22, 8:35 PM

 

Mike walked over to his brother’s new 2005 Sentinel. It was a beauty, Black on black, with a chromed out grill. Mike sat on the plush leather seats, with seat heaters on the side of the door. He adjusted the seat to his comfort, as he played around with the fully loaded dash. A DVD player in each head rest of the car. Then, the engine roared and they took off like a bat out of hell.

 

Dimitri: So, how’d you kill T?

 

Mike: *Long pause* How….How did you find out?

 

Dimitri: Mike, I would have found out on my own, I knew you’d be the one to do it. Tim told me. To be honest, I’m sort of proud of you, you made my job that much easier.

 

Mike: How did I make it easier for you?

 

Dimitri: Because…..I was supposed to kill him while I was here.

 

Mike: You don’t really work for the Liberty Tree do you Dimitri….

 

Dimitri: Nope. But if I tell you who I work for you won’t tell Ma will you?

 

Mike: No.

 

Dimitri: You realize I’ll f*cking murder you if you do?

 

Mike: Yes.

 

Dimitri: Ok…..I’m working for the Leone Crime Ring.

 

Mike: Holy……HOLY sh*t!

 

Dimitri: Yea, I expected that.

 

Mike: How did you get into that position!?

 

Dimitri: Well, Joey Leone remembers me from our time back at Bullworth Academy. Those were some good times.

 

Mike: I remember you told me. Then he blew you off graduation night for some other punk. And you respect that asshole to. He almost got you kicked out for all the falls you took for him.

 

Dimitri: Well Mike, He’s paying me damn well for everything I’m doing for him. So if you want to be fed, keep your mouth shut.

 

Mike: *ponders* That didn’t ma…..

 

Dimitri: Hahaha, I know, shut up. Well, lets go home.

 

After a few strolls around Portland, they returned back to the Harwood apartment complexes. Mike said goodbye to his brother, but as he was walking back to the complex, Dimitri told him to stop by the Leone Mansion tomorrow around 11:00 AM. Dimitri drove away and Mike stood there over come by excitement. After that, he ran over to the complex, and went inside. He couldn’t wait to get to work the next day.

 

Chapter 5: I’d like you to meet Mr. Leone…

 

Mike woke up at 9:30 and did his everyday routine. The Leone mansion was only a few blocks from his apartment, so he just took a nice stroll there.

 

March 23rd 2004. Harwood, Liberty City, Leone Mansion, 10:22 AM

 

Mike came along the dirt path that led up to the beautiful mansion. He looked down to see it was right on the beach, which was a really cool feature. There were 2 Leone Sentinels parked in the front, along side a fresh new PCJ 7000, which wasn’t dated for release for another year! Suddenly, as Mike continued up the path, 2 men hopped out from the bushes. One punched mike in the head and ran behind him and held back his arms. The other man started to question Mike.

 

Man: Who the hell are you?

 

Mike: I don’t know, you tell me!

 

The man jabbed mike in the jaw then started to pat down his hoodie. He found the revolver and tossed it to the side of the dirt. Something wasn’t rite about these guys. They couldn’t be Leone guards. They’re to small, not as big as the one’s that Mike has seen. Plus they’re dressed like they’re going to rob a bank, Leone men are usually well dressed, in very fine suits. Quickly, mike leaned forward and flipped the man over his back who had his arms locked. When he landed on the ground, mike gave him a swift kick to the face, breaking his nose, and moving up his nose bone. Mike looked at the other man who scrambled in his coat for his gun, mike just walked over and started to sock him in the face until he backed down. The man who mike fist attacked was on the ground, bleeding like a fountain and shaking, while the other guy was knocked out cold.

 

Man: HEY WHO THE f*ck ARE YOU!?

 

Mike looked over to see a Leone man with a big Leone thug walking towards him. Mike quickly put his hands up to let them know he wasn’t an enemy. The big man quickly walked over and grabbed Mikes collar.

 

Man: Who the f*ck are you, and who the f*ck are these guys!?

 

Mike: They’re some random guys who ran up on me sir, they started to pat me down and hit me so I fought back.

 

Man: Why the hell are you up here in the first place!?

 

Mike: I’m Dimitris brother, Mike.

 

Charles: O, so you’re Mike. Now, let’s find out who these guys are.

 

The man started to pat them down and throw their weapons to the side. Then he found a cell phone on one of them and started to flip through the phone book. Sonny II, Patrick, Elliot, all members of the Forelli crime family. The man put the cell phone in his pocket and gave the guns to the thug.

 

Charles: Mickey, take these guys down to the harbor and clean them out. I wanna know why the f*ck THEY WERE ON THE ESTATE, AND WHY YOU DIDN’T HAVE THE MEN OUT HERE GOD DAMN IT!!!!!

 

Mickey: Uhh, sorry Charles, it won’t happen again.

 

Charles: It better not.

 

Charles wrapped his arm around Mike and escorted him up to the mansion. The mansion was decorated on the outside with flowers and vines. Fountains spit out crystal clear water which looked good enough to drink. Charles took Mike inside and Mike couldn’t keep his eyes off the furniture. It was classic, like 1950’s collection. An Oak bar was in the front of the room stocked full of every liquor you could want. Then they walked over to a wall. Just a regular old wall, nothing special. Then Charles hit it twice, and about a few seconds later, the wall opened from the left, and we heard “come on down”. They walked down some wooden steps to come to an un finished basement. The walls and ceiling were bare, the only interesting things were a big screen TV and a pool table with some slot machines next to it. Mike looked over to see a few tables, one with money all over it, and another where Dimitri sat, counting money, and a man on the other side of the table, writing down the amounts of money on a piece of paper.

 

Dimitri: There you are, I was wondering when you were gonna show up.

 

Mike: I’m just on time man. So uh…..Where’s…..Where’s Joey?

 

Dimitri: Behind you.

 

Mike turned around to reveal a tall, average weight man, with his hair slick back and very blue eyes. He just stuck his hand out, and Mike shook his hand.

 

Joey: The kids got a strong grip, I like that.

 

Mike: It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Leone.

 

Joey: Hey, Mr. Leone was my father, god rest his soul, just call me Joey

 

Mike: Ok, Joey.

 

Joey: Please, take a seat.

 

Mike, Dimitri, Charles, and Joey all sat at a square table and started to talk. Joey opened up the conversation

 

Joey: Well Mike, I already have a job for you.

 

Mike: Really!? What is it!?

 

Joey: See, to prove who you are, you need to give people a scare of who you actually are. My father owned nearly every drug, smuggling, robbing, and extortion racket in Liberty city. But after he was murdered by that f*cking snake without a tongue, the family fell apart. We weren’t able to keep anything in our grasps, and a lot of these dip sh*t gangs grabbed a piece of our profits. I’m going to give you a taste of what it’s like to be in our family. I’m going to let you grab us back a small restaurant in Chinatown. They’re really small time, nothing big, so as long as you can bust up some people and merchandise, we should be able to prove to that portion that the Leone family is back up on a rise. But, it’s up to your brother to let you go.

 

Mike: Dimitri, please, please let me go.

 

Dimitri: I don’t know…..It’s REALLY up to Joey.

 

Joey: Ok kid, go into the back room, we have something laid out for you.

 

Mike went in the back room, and came out to reveal he was dressed in a heavy set of Kevlar, with a black long sleeved shirt over that, with some thick pants, and boots. He held the mask in his hand, he would put it on when they got there.

 

Joey: *Reaches in crate next to him* Catch kid.

 

Mike: *Catches gun* Thanks Joey.

 

Man: Yep, that stubby shotgun has pulled me through rough times.

 

Joey: Sorry Mike, that’s Toni, Toni Cipriani.

 

Toni: *Puts out hand* Nice to meet you kid.

 

Mike: *Shakes his hand* Nice to meet you to, Toni.

 

Toni: I’ll be the one driving you there, so lets go kid.

 

Mike: Alright. See you guys later.

 

Dimitri: Be careful!

 

Toni and Mike stepped outside and got into a Leone Sentinel. They left the mansion, and headed for Chinatown.

 

March 23rd 2004. Chinatown, Liberty City, Outside of Chong Tang Fine Dining, 10:59 AM

 

Toni parked a outside of the restaurant, away from the windows. He turned off the car, and started to give Mike directions.

 

Toni: Ok, listen up kid, you’re going to step in there, and the first thing you’re gonna have to do is prove that you’re here for business. So take that shotgun of yours, and shoot up something, not someone, only if they pull there gat on you is when you slug them. And you’re gonna have to let them know who we are. So say something with the Leone name in it. *looks at watch* Ok, time to get going, wait, hold on. *Reaches in glove department and grabs extra shells* Take these, you’ll be screwed if something big happens and you run out of shells.

 

Mike: Thanks, I’ll be in and out.

 

Toni: Take your time kid! Don’t get yourself shot up!

 

Mike got out of the car with his shotgun on his side and slipped his mask over his face. He walked up to the door, took a deep breathe, and cocked his shotgun. After he was ready, he kicked open the door and walked right up to the clerk.

 

Clerk: AHH! SIW, PWEASE WEAVE US AWONE! WE JUST SIMPOO WESTEWANT!!!! YOU CAN HAVE ALL DA MONEY YOU WANT!!!

 

Mike: SHUT THE f*ck! I’M NOT HERE FOR YOUR BULLsh*t MONEY! I’M HERE TO GIVE YOU AMESSAGE FROM MR. LEONE!

 

Mike took his shotgun and aimed it at a shelf of fine china and blew it away. Then he looked back to notice the clerk was gone, then he suddenly popped up with a sawn off shotgun. Mike blew him rite in the chest with a slug. Suddenly, Mike saw a big door open, and a few men popped up with guns. One man shot at mike with an AK, but Mike rolled behind a shelf. He heard an array of different gunshots, from Uzi’s to AK’s. Mike was in a jam. This was the worst situation that could happen.

Edited November 16, 2006 by S. Leone

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Dude, the best chapters yet. Keep 'em coming, man.

[Rashon.]

Wow, you're one of the best storymakers here. Great job.

[S. Leone]

Sorry for the long ass delay, but once again, I had no insperation.

 

Chapter 6: Unstoppable

 

Mike took cover behind a shelf of assorted goodies, such as cookies, paper swans and other Chinese goods. But the only thing Mike could notice about them was that they were exploding and the debris of them landing in his lap. He was pinned down by a man with a Skorpion, only 2 shelves away. Mike kept taking shots at the shelf of Fine China across from him to make him back down. Mike cocked his shotgun to reveal he was out. He reached in his pocket and grabbed a few shells, he was in panic and dropped a few. Mike had sweat running down every side of his face. Mike looked down at a piece of fine china to reveal the reflection of one of the men approaching him. He quickly put 2 more shells in his shotgun and cocked it back, thinking fast, he stuck his head out for a quick second and aimed the shotgun upwards. To reveal the barrel lying on the mans balls. Mike pulled the triggers and listened to the horrid of screams as he whipped the blood off his face.

 

March 23rd 2004. Chinatown, Liberty City, Outside of Chong Tang Fine Dining, 11:04 AM

 

Toni sat outside in the car as he watched flashes of light coming from the restaurant. He was worried, but he didn’t want to go inside because Mike may still be alive. Then it was silent and the light stopped for a few seconds. Toni slowly creped up to his steering wheel and kept his eyes on the window, when suddenly a huge flash went off, and Toni finally stepped out of the car. He closed the door behind him and popped the trunk of the car. He grabbed an M-16 and a few extra clips, then he grabbed a blue canister and shut the trunk. He slowly approached outside the restaurant.

 

March 23rd 2004. Chinatown, Liberty City, Inside of Chong Tang Fine Dining, 10:59 AM

 

Mike lied their as he just blew off the mans balls. Another reflection came from the china, it was the man with the AK and he was approaching Mike fast. Mike tried to grab for the shells that rolled away, but the man shot at the ground by him. Suddenly Mike heard something. “KID! HEY KID!!!! COVER YOUR EYES!!!!” Mike did as Toni said, he put his arm over his eyes and put his face in the ground. Suddenly, Mike could see a small flash of light and his ears were ringing for a minute.

He looked around the corner to see the man with the AK on the ground with a dumb founded face and pitch white eyes. Mike quickly kicked him in the face upwards, sending his nose bone into his brain. Mike looked over to see Toni vault over the window ledge, as he quickly turned to close line a man who was running at him with a machete. Toni raised his leg as he smashed the mans face with his foot. Then, Toni looked forward to see a man on the phone in the back, it looked like he was in a rush, Toni cocked back the hammer on the M-16 and sprayed bullets all around his feet. The man fell forward and smashed the flimsy desk in half. He struggled to unwrap the wires from the phone that fell upon him, as Toni walked forward. When he realized that Toni was close, he struggled to pull a pistol from his pocket, but Toni quickly kicked it out of his hand. Mike followed and cocked back the shotgun and aimed it right in the guys face. Toni picked up the pistol and kneeled next to the man.

 

Toni: A 380 Bersa. Are you f*cking kidding me? You know how embarrassed I would be if I came into the hospital with an injury from a 380 f*cking Bersa? You should be embarrassed carrying this thing around. This won’t put any big man down.

 

Man: f*ck YOU, YOU f*ckING MEAT BALL!!!

 

Toni: *Hits the guy in the face* Ok, who was that you were talking to on the phone buddy?

 

Man: I’ll suck your mothers dick before I tell you that!!

 

Toni: YOU LITTLE PIECE OF sh*t!

 

Toni grabbed the man by the pony tail and dragged him over to a stove in the room. Toni turned the knob that ignited the stove, and put the mans face towards the heat. He struggled to break free, as Toni inched his face towards the flame.

 

Toni: YOU LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE f*ckING CHINC, IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHO THAT WAS, I CAN PLANT SO MUCH sh*t ON YOU, I’LL HAVE YOU IN THE LIBERTY PEN BRAIDING SOME ni**erS HAIR, AND SUCKING SOME SKIN HEADS DICK! NOW TELL ME WHO THE f*ck THAT WAS!!!!

 

Man: GO…f*ck YOURSELF!!!!!

 

Toni, becoming extremely impatient and angry, pushed the mans head in to the stove even harder, but the man was fighting, and he wasn’t going to give into Toni’s pressure. Finally, Toni raised his fist, and socked him in the back of the head twice until his face flew into the flames. Toni backed up, as the man jumped back from the fire, his skin smelled like rotting flesh, as a piece lied on the stove, burning, filling the room of the disgusting scent. The mans cheek was black, bleeding with a sign of no stopping. He was trying to catch his breath, and was crying his eyes out as he held his face. Mike took off his mask and threw up in the corner from the disgusting smell. Toni finally put his M16 to the mans head and said one more time. “Who was that!?” And the man finally said…..Vinchenzo Forelli. In shock, and confusion, Toni slowly put down the gun, and walked backwards, and told Mike it’s time for them to leave.

 

March 23rd 2004. Chinatown, Liberty City, Bonsai Street, 11:12 AM

 

Mike: Is everything OK?

 

Toni: No, not really. The triads are now hooking up with the Forellis, that’s going to be one hell of a mess to deal with.

 

Mike: I heard they’re a brutal family. I can’t believe what happened back there.

 

Toni: Me neither kid. O yea, don’t get any ideas that I’m racist, I just was saying that to help break the guy.

 

Mike: Understood.

 

Toni: Ok, here we are, back at the mansion.

 

March 23rd 2004. St. Marks, Liberty City, Leone Mansion, 11:29 AM

 

Mike stepped out of the bathroom after getting cleaned up and sat at the bar next to a Leone thug. The bar tender poured him a drink, and tossed it to him as Mike was watching the T.V. Mike sat there, sipping the smooth, creamy drink and listening to classic Jazz. The T.V. was covering the scene of the restaurant which Toni and Mike stormed. A few found dead, and amazingly not a piece of evidence found. A Leone thug came behind Mike and said that Joey would like to see him downstairs. Mike grabbed the drink, and headed downstairs to see Joey sitting there with a cigar in his mouth, a wife beater and suspenders on. Him, Dimitri, and Toni were all putting shells into mag’s and loading them into various guns, like Skorpions, and Mac 10s, and Tec 9s. Mike went to go pick one up, but Dimitri stopped him, and said put a bandana around your hand before you touch them. So Mike did so, and examined the Mac 10.

 

Mike: So, uh, what did you need from me?

 

Joey: *Puffs cigar, then blows out the thick smoke* Ever pulled a drive by, Mike?

 

Mike: *Cocks Mac 10* Sure have.

[Cubanwhip]

I love the detail in the story. Now, what gives you inspiration?

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

That's great, S. Leone. I love it. Bout time you had a new one.

[S. Leone]

Wow, what a delay, due to computer problems, I had to put the story on hold for awhile. I'll try to keep the chapter delays short for now on. Enjoy.

 

Chapter 7: What’s the word “Trust” anyways?

 

Mike was still holding the Mac 10 after Joey asked him the question. After a short pause, Joey took the cigar out of his mouth.

 

Joey: So, have you pulled a drive by before?

 

Mike: Yea, with Dimitri in fact

 

Joey: *Looks at Dimitri* Really?

Dimitri: Yep, he pulled a shotgun right on a guy and BLAM!!! Blew out his f*cking stomach.

 

Joey: God damn.

 

Mike: Yea.

 

Joey turned to Toni as they talked for a minute. They continued there conversation as Mike fiddled around with the clips from the Mac 10. Mike popped out a bullet, and looked at it for a moment. Dimitri looked at Mike, to find him in a deep thought. Dimitri just continued popping bullets into the magazines of Tec 9’s and Mac 11’s. Mike sat down, and grabbed a knife lying on the edge of the table. He carefully sat the bullet up right on the table, and carefully tapped the knife into the top of the bullet. *chk* *chk*. He revolved the bullet, to where after another 2 taps it would make an X on the bullet. *chk* *chk*. Mike popped the bullet back into the magazine and put the clip into the Mac 10. *CHK CHK* Mike pulled back the hammer and examined the gun.

 

Mike: Hey Joey.

 

Joey: Yea?

 

Mike: This place has sound proofing right? Those pads right?

 

Joey: Yea, why you ask?

 

Mike aimed the gun at the wall and pulled the trigger. PA POW!!!!! The one bullet blew a hole the size of an average mans fist in the wall. The sound echoed through the elongated basement, and it startled the staff as they came down to see what the fuss was about. The plaster turned to dust and filled the room full of smog. Joey and Toni both blew the dust away from their faces and looked at Dimitri with a “what the f*ck” face. Dimitri simply said I taught him well

 

Joey: Jesus Christ kid you nearly gave me a heart attack.

 

Mike: Ha, that wasn’t even as good as I can make them.

 

Joey: How do you mean?

 

Mike: You should see it when I apply the same technique to shotgun shells. Woo

 

Joey: Uh-Huh. Well, anyways kid, here’s the plan. *Turns and gulps down the rest of his scotch, then gives it to the bartender to pour him another one* You see, with the other 2 most powerful crime families in the city being together, life is gonna be hard. That’s where we come in. We’re going to make it seem like these family’s hate each other.

 

Mike: How’s that?

 

Joey: You see, we do it like this. We have a Triad truck parked outside of the mansion rite now. You along side of a few other men are going to dress up in triad suits and get in the back of the van. You’re going to pull up to St. Marks Bistro, and some men will be outside where they think they’re going to pick up some shipments of smack. But really, when they open it, they’ll be pumped hot full of lead. After you do that, you have 5 minutes, and only 5, to get to Luigi’s Sex Club 7, and trade off with a Forelli Excess we have parked in the back and make your way to the Portland Docks to do almost the same thing we did to the Forellis.

 

Mike: Why only 5 minutes?

 

Joey: Because, if we give them more time, they’ll start a controversy with the Triads, then they’ll find out it was a fix from another family, then Liberty City will become World War 3.

 

Mike: I see.

 

Joey: So, you get the 2 Forelli Excess‘, pull up, they expect 2 men to give them the money from the back seats, you open the windows, blast them away, do the same process, ditch the car at Atlantic Quays where some of my men will take care of it, and you’re home for the holidays!

 

Mike: Uh-huh, so, when’s this going down?

 

Joey: *Looks at his watch* 2 hours.

 

Mike: sh*t, I better get working, what guns am I gonna use?

 

Toni: These! *Reaches into a “Liberty City Fish Market” box and pulls out a Mac 10, and 3 more mag’s for it.* Don’t worry about the amount of mag’s I gave you, there’ll be more in the cars.

 

Mike: I better get started. *Grabs the first clip and looks around to find a box top to empty all of the shells into so they wouldn’t move around. He repeated the process which he did earlier to the first bullet, it was going to take him awhile to get it done.

 

March 23rd 2004. St. Marks, Liberty City, Leone Mansion, 1:37 PM

 

Mike was just finishing up the last clip when Joey gave him a five minute warning to hurry up. He put the last bullet into the clip, and placed them on the table. After, he walked over to see Toni grabbing an outfit out of a box for him, which he noticed it was a triad outfit. He put it on in the back, and walked back to the table to put the 3 mag’s on his hip, and carried the Mac-10 with him in his hands. Toni handed him a Bandana and some sun glasses to put on so they wouldn’t know his identity. Mike returned to the top level to see 10 Leone men waiting around the large fish truck.

Mike looked around the yard as he slowly put on his bandana and sun glasses, and stood in line to get in the truck. Mike was 2nd from last on the right side of the truck, and looked around to not see one Leone man he recognized. “SHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOOOOM!” The driver slammed the trucks door closed on the back, then the rumble of the engine startled the men, which also brought a light. The truck led a long rumble as it made its way down the bumpy dirt path. They all chattered as mike kept his business to himself, and ran his hand across the Mac 10’s black plating. Suddenly, the truck came to a stop. Everyone gave a pissed off look in confusion, as they heard foot steps approaching the back. Finally, the back door opened, to reveal Dimitri standing there, and looking around for mike.

 

Dimitri: Mike? Mike where the f*ck are you!?

 

Mike: *Removes Bandana* I’m rite here. What do you want?

 

Dimitri: Come on, you’re not doing this, this is to dangerous.

 

Mike: I’m not a little kid, I can do this all by myself if I felt like it.

 

Dimitri: MIKE, THIS ISN’T LIKE THE DRIVE BYS WE USED TO PULL, ON 2 OR 3 PEOPLE BACK AT HOME! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!!

 

Mike gave Dimitri a look, and slowly made his way out of the truck, and onto the ground. Dimitri took his Mac 10, and gave it to the driver. Mike was walking back to the mansion as he heard a Leone man give a smart ass remark. He said “Aw, isn’t that cute, his daddy won’t let him play with his guns”. Mike kneeled down to grab a rock, and chucked it at the mans face who said it. Rite after, they closed the door of the truck, and went on the route that was planned.

 

Dimitri: *Tosses keys to Mike* Keep all the crap you got on, and take that Sanchez to the airport. Call us when you get there.

 

Mike: What’s gonna happen?

 

Dimitri: Well, it’s like the plan you were about to carry out, but not as big as a job, but will have an even bigger impact.

 

Mike: Uh, OK.

 

Mike ran over to the Sanchez that was parked in the drive way of the Leone mansion. He started up the engine, and took off out of the drive way. He took the road adjacent to St. Marks Bistro, where he could see the Forellis opening the back gate of the truck. In less that 10 seconds, an array of gunshots were heard. Mike made his way for the Callahan bridge, excited for his new mission, and wondering, how big of an impact it will make.

Edited January 15, 2007 by S. Leone

[Archaon, Lord of End Times]

Good stuff, man. Bring on more chapters.