Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Stories

[sam33]

Oh okay. That would make sense. Dam I'm slow.

Edited March 3, 2009 by sam33

[Oxidizer]

But Andy Oxi is only referred to as Oxi, right? And not Andy, because that really would be confusing.

[The Unvirginiser]

Andrew Oxi, is refered to as Andy twice in the story. When he's first introduced and once in the car chase.

Billy's brother is Andrew Hogan, (Little Devil). He got rescued from the house, while Oxi was dead in the trunk of the yellow inferus.

Is there anything else that's confusing you lot?

[Canofceleri]

Damn, man. I've never really looked at this as I'm not huge on fanfics... but this appears to be pretty extensive... appears that you've put a lot of time into this thing, which is not very fanficsian at all. Nice, award well deserved.

[Oxidizer]

Is there anything else that's confusing you lot?

Not at all. Thanks for clearing that up. And we wasn't having a go by the way, we were genuinely slow and confused by our own faults, not yours.

[The Unvirginiser]

Oh, I know that homo-boy, glad you brought it up anyway - If there's anything else that drives you to drink let me know

[sam33]

Hey this is really good but do you know when the Verona Beach Skin heads will be involved. I always thought they would play a large part of the story given there white supremacists.

[The Unvirginiser]

Well, Verona beach is in Los Santos, and we're just starting the Los Santos chapter....

[SKuXX Guy]

Going Good!!!.

[The Unvirginiser]

Sorry for no updates, life's been busy lately - Found out I have a tumor in my knee which has the possibility to be cancerous. Having my MRI scan tommorow, and life's been busy in general. Promise an update soon.

[VCRules86]

Woah, that sounds terrible. Good luck with that Will, i mean it. I'll be praying for you

[The Unvirginiser]

I think I'll be fine mate, they said they're about 70% sure it's a benign tumour.

[sam33]

Dam man, that must suck, even if it is benign or whatever. Anyway you have my best wishes .

[The Unvirginiser]

 

We see Grove Street, a silver Admiral pulls up in the middle. Around the cul-de-sac, people are sat in their garden, watching the car. In Sweet’s front garden are Smoke, Sweet, Ryder and CJ. Andy steps out of the car and heads to Sweet’s house. Billy sits for a moment with the driver; Tommy.

 

Tommy: So what’s your plan now?

Billy: Like I said, that Vago dealer said things in the hood have turned to sh*t, I’ve got to help sort things out.

Tommy: You got much money?

Billy: I told you, I lost everything in that suitcase. I’ve got nothing, all I’ve got is Oxi’s blade and this pistol.

Tommy: Right, things have gone downhill on the West Coast for me too. That helicopter attack on the airbase did more damage than we thought, no planes will land there. It’s just a big useless graveyard now.

Billy: Well, what you gonna’ do? Go back to Vice City?

Tommy: No, I’ve got a plan. I’m gonna’ ring you in a few days, there’s some guys I want you to meet. Okay?

Billy: Yeah man that’s cool.

 

Billy shakes Tommy hand then steps out of the car. Tommy nods to Sweet, who doesn’t return it, he just stares with a stern look on his face. Tommy drives off back down Grove Street. Slowly, Billy walks over to his friends sat in the front garden.

 

Billy: Sup Sweet.

Sweet: Sup yourself chump.

Andy: Hey! Sweet man-

Smoke: Stay out of this, where the f*ck you been?

Billy: You know where I’ve been, I been trying to make something of myself.

Sweet: Yah, big f*cking success, look at you, what the f*ck’s that scar on your face?

Billy: Those British f*ckers-

Sweet: Yeah, I know what happened God Damnit! Ryder told me the whole f*cking story.

Billy: What the f*ck’s up with you man?

Sweet: I’ll tell you what’s up with me! Tony died, you packed up an took off, then Andy nearly got killed. How the f*ck am I supposed to hold this gang together with sh*t like this happening? I gotta’ watch CJ‘s, Kendl’s and Brians back, not to mention my Mom. I’ve need you nigga, Ballas take back more grove turf every day, those Vago assholes are pumping base through the streets. Temple drive and Seville boys want in on the deal, what f*cking example is that to set for Brian or Jeffery man? Not to mention those f*cking Nazi assholes down at the beach, planning to cut my head off every day!

 

Billy looks saddened.

 

Billy: Yeah, well I f*cked up. I had the paper and the connections but it’s all been blown away.

Sweet: Yeah, a lot of good your paper would have done in my yard! You can’t buy respect with cash. You need to put in some work.

Billy: Right, well I’ve had a long f*cking night, not to mention the deaths I have on my mind.

Sweet: Yeah, yeah - Get some rest then crash on my couch.

Smoke: I think it’s great you’re back, you’ve always been a do-er, inspirational. Maybe now we can get things back on track.

Ryder: Yeah, if the Mafia don’t pull our nuts in a f*cking rat trap first.

Andy: Guys, please. Can’t you f*cking see he’s upset?!

Ryder: Yeah, yeah. Get some rest man and come see one of us; there's enough to do, believe me.

 

 

[Chunk]

Nice little introduction there Will. Sets things up nicely.

[Oxidizer]

My blade and my pistol, eh? Oh, Billy...

 

Right. Where was I? Very nice intro as Chunk (lolz I typo'd 'chink') said, I'm intrigued as to where you'll be taking things.

[Lethal Nizzle]

Best wishes with the knee Will, hope it doesn't turn out for the worst.

 

Nice update, and cool blurb in your sig also.

[The Unvirginiser]

 

Save your game in Sweet’s house, once you’ve saved we go straight in to a cut scene.

 

Two wrongs make a right

 

Cut Scene

 

Billy walks downstairs, Sweet is sat at the kitchen table with a gun disassembled, fiddling with the tiny parts.

 

Billy: What you doin’?

Sweet: Gun jammed man, tryin’ to fix it.

Billy: Take it to Ryder, he can fix any gun man.

Sweet: I’m not takin’ it to Ryder Nigga, gotta’ learn how to fix things myself. What if Ryder gets blown away tomorrow? Won’t even be able to defend my f*cking family then.

Billy: Alright then man; relax.

Sweet: How can I relax man? We’ve barely got enough money to live, never mind stand up to these f*cking dope pushers and Balla fools.

 

Billy takes out his pistol and puts it on the table.

 

Billy: Crack dealers, in our neighbourhood?

Sweet: Yeah, while you were out partying in Venturas the Vagos stepped up the crack game. Dealers on every f*cking corner now making money, turning the hood in to a bunch of zombies and everybody’s getting paid but us.

Billy: Well, why don’t you join in?

Sweet: What?! Nigga, this is what them Temple Drive assholes have been saying to me! Listen, I got a sixteen year old brother, a seventeen year old sister and a f*cking hood to take care of! The last thing I need is to be making money off crack!

Billy: Alright, alright calm down. How much are these dealers making?

Sweet: F*ck knows, your guess is as good as mine… why?

 

Billy cocks his pistol.

 

Billy: How about we go out and you point a few out to me? Then I’ll kill them and take the money.

Sweet: Yeah, f*cking crack dealers making money of my homie’s suffering. F*cking driving them all in to base heads. F*ck this! C’mon we’re goin’, I’m driving!

 

End of Cut Scene

 

Sweet gets in to his Glendale outside, you are in the passenger’s seat and the camera is in a ‘over the shoulder’ perspective. A target appears outside the car, when you want to shoot, take aim and press the fire button, Billy will lean out of the car and start shooting. Sweet drives out of Grove street and starts searching the hood.

 

Sweet: Things are getting worse here Devil, these Ballas are getting greedy for turf.

Billy: Yeah, well the Johnson brothers and the Devils will soon put a stop to that!

Sweet: Andy told me all about the money you lost, sorry about that man; he’s told me everything you’ve been through.

Billy: Yeah well, it’s only f*cking money, wouldn’t make a difference in this sh*t hole.

Sweet: It could have gotten us all out though.

 

A man is sat on a bench, trying to get three children to buy some crack.

 

Sweet: F*ck! Look at that asshole over there.

Billy: Drive by slowly, I’ll take him out.

Sweet: Make sure you don’t hit a God damn kid!

 

Sweet drives by slowly, take very, very careful aim with the pistol and shoot the dealer. The bullet hits him in the chest and he slumps down the bench; dead. Sweet pulls up, while the kids run away, screaming.

 

Sweet: Check him for cash man.

 

+ $800

 

Billy: Wooo, this Nigga got paid.

Sweet: Shame he’s dead. These are only the guys at the bottom of the ladder, let’s find some real dealers. There’s some assholes who’ve been chillin’ near old Reece’s; outside the pizza place. All sorts of hood rats come there to buy sh*t from him.

Billy: They strapped?

Sweet: Yeah, that’s the thing… they’ve probably got more than a pistol in their car.

Billy: Well…?

Sweet: Tell you what, remember Emmet?

Billy: The little gun dealer? Used to date your Momma?

Sweet: Yeah, that asshole. How about we put some bandannas on, then go hold him up for all he’s got?

Billy: Emmet, but he’s always sold to Grove, never helped out the Ballas.

Sweet: Yeah but he’s still an asshole, got some in the trunk, he’ll be in that little sh*t hole behind his house.

 

Drive down to Emmet’s alley behind his apartment. Pull up in the red marker.

 

Cut Scene

 

Sweet and Billy jump out of the car with green balaclavas covering their faces to find a kid of about sixteen buying a pistol from Emmet.

 

Sweet: Brian! What the hell are you doin’ here?!

Brian: Who the hell are you?

Sweet: It’s me you idiot-, get in the car.

Billy: You!

Emmet: Me?

Billy: Yeah, we want all your guns.. Slowly! And all your money, and if I even think you’re lying to me I’ll blow your God damn head off!

Emmet: All right then boy, there’s a few in the trunk over there, money’s in the black bag.

Sweet: You better not be hiding anything Emmet.

Emmet: Say, aren’t you two Beverly Johnson’s boys?

Brian and Sweet: No!

Emmet: Oh, I love that woman so much!

Sweet: Shut the f*ck up, Big Devil, we cool to go?

Billy: Damn right, this boys got some serious firepower back here.

Emmet: Big Devil eh? I’ll remember that!

Billy: You won’t have much to remember with a hole in your f*cking brain old man!

 

Brian Sweet and Billy get back in the car and drive off.

 

End of Cut Scene

 

The camera is back as it was before, with a target out of the window - Brian sits in the back while Sweet drives.

 

Sweet: What the f*ck are you doing? Buying guns, you’re sixteen nigga!

Brian: Bro, I’ve been shooting people since I was fourteen man; just like you were.

Billy: You don’t need a gun man.

Brian: Big Devil?! I didn’t know you were back, Ballas are gonna’ get what’s coming to them now!

Billy: Yeah, off us, you know it’s bad enough that CJ is shootin’ people, nevermind you too.

Sweet: It’ll be f*ckin’ Kendal next.

Brian: Have you seen my school lately? Full of them white boys from Verona beach, kicking Grove and Balla’s asses.

Sweet: And you’re gonna’ shoot them?

Brian: They bring guns to school, maybe I need it for protection!

Sweet: F*ck man, this city is a mess, sixteen year old kids bringing guns to school.

Billy: You say that like the rest of the state is better…

Sweet: Can’t be much worse than this ghetto-

Billy: You don’t know the half of it.

Sweet: Whatever man, I’m trying to focus on the problem at hand. What guns you get anyway?

Billy: Couple of glocks and Berettas, a TEC-9, a MAC-10 and a double barrel shotgun.

Sweet: Good, good, money?

Billy: $500.

Sweet: That’ll have to do. We’re heading to that Pizza place now. You wanna’ be a big man then Brian? You wanna’ kill somebody? Take that TEC-9, Billy will take the MAC-10. You shoot this car full of Ballas and I’ll shut up whining.

Brian: You say it like I’ve never fired an Uzi before.

 

The car rolls past the Pizza place, Sweet slows down as you reach the convertible full of Ballas. Take aim with Brian and open fire. Before they even have time to reach for their guns, your bullets rip through them, turning the car in to a bloodbath. Sweet does a 180 degree hand break turn and sets off for Grove street. As he passes old Reece’s barber shop, you spot the old man on the floor, covered in blood.

 

Billy: Stop!

 

Sweet slams on the breaks and you step out of the car with Brian. Run over and speak to Reece.

 

Reece: Them Balla boys, they took all my money Billy. They heard the gunshots and ran through the back.

 

Brian: Sweet, drive around they went out the back door!

 

Sweet sets off in the car, run through the shop with Brian and out of the back door.

One Balla is climbing over a fence about twenty feet in front of you. You and Brian shoot him, causing him to fall backwards. Quickly climb the fence, two other Ballas are running across the street ahead. Chase them as they hop through gardens and through alleys. Eventually, they come to a street, at the end is a car parked up; full of Ballas. They pull out pistols and start shooting you and Brian. One of the men manages to reach the car and dives in. Brian catches the other one in the back of the leg with a bullet. He limps to the car, but they drive off before they are shot, unable to save their homie.

He turns around and pulls out a grenade, holding it behind his head; ready to throw.

 

Balla: Stay back, stay back!

 

Billy and Brian put their hands up.

 

Balla: Put your guns down, I’ll throw it, I swear to God!

Billy: You think you can throw that before I blast you?

Balla: You think you can run before this blows?

 

Sweet tears around the corner in his car and runs over the Balla, who flips over his car and lands head first on the road. Sweet jumps out with the double barrelled shotgun and blows his head off, splattering it all over the road.

 

Sweet: Jesus Christ, he had a f*cking grenade! Billy, pick that up.

Billy: F*ck you man, I ain’t touching that thing!

Brian: I’ll carry it, where do you think that car went?

Sweet: I got an idea where it went, probably to this crack house me and CJ scoped out couple of weeks ago. Keep seeing the car that was dealing near the pizza place parked there.

 

Get back in the car and aim out of the window again.

 

Sweet: Right, when we get here, throw that grenade in to the car, all right?

Brian: No problem.

Sweet: And don’t f*cking drop it or miss, it’s a f*cking grenade.

Brian: I know what it is man.

Billy: Sweet, I’ll blast and Ballas outside the house, then me and you go inside blasting.

Sweet: I’m not goin’ in that f*ckin’ house, we’ll blast all the windows and doors, spook them real good.

Billy: Whatever man.

 

When you reach the house, the car is parked at the front, with a few Ballas on the porch; sat around a table. Start shooting with the Uzi as soon as you get close, Brian throws the grenade in to the car.

 

Brian: It’s gonna’ blow! Keep driving!

 

Sweet drives a few hundred feet up the road, out of the reach of the explosion. The car blows up, sending shrapnel and flames in all directions. Surrounding windows are shattered by the force of the blast, people run for cover all over the street. All three of you get out of the car and run to the house, finish off any injured Ballas in the front garden.

 

Sweet: Blast it!

 

Start shooting at the house, blow out every door and window. People inside the house try to hide, but are hit by shotgun shells and Uzis bullets.

 

Sweet: Grove street is back Niggas! Sell base in my hood and you die, that goes for all of you!

 

Sweet screams at the people hiding behind cover, fires a few more shots in to the air and then gets back in the car.

 

Sweet: Grove is back man and we ain’t putting up with this sh*t! Time to spread the word.

Billy: How much we make man apart from the guns?

Sweet: I picked up a couple of bucks from them Ballas. Works out about $1000 each.

Brian: A thousand dollars?

Sweet: You get $200, so you don’t go pissing it away!

Brian: F*ck you man, I iced them Ballas fair and square!

Sweet: When we get home I’ll explain to you why I’m feeding a family and you’re not, all right?

 

Sweet drives back to the Grove and the mission ends.

 

Mission Passed

+ $1000

 

 

[VCRules86]

f*cking sweeeeeeet!!!! This chapter rocked man! I didn't think you'd potray Brian like you did, I was expecting an innocent kid, the kind that everyone is always trying to protect. Good job and keep it up

[Lethal Nizzle]

Good job man, great scene with Emmett; nailed the colloquialisms well.

[The Unvirginiser]

Salford, Greater Manchester, United Kingdom

 

 

 

“Kids! Your tea’s ready!” Chris King shouted up the stairs, his two daughters and son thundered down the to the smell of a roast dinner, cooked by their loving Father. They all sat around the table, with their elderly Grandma and Granddad. Grandma King was in a wheelchair and slowly dying of terminal cancer, Granddad King was an old man but still with it. He fixed stuff around his son’s house, told the Grandkids stories, he helped out anyway he could and wasn’t a bit useless.

 

Chris King was their son, a successful man who owned a taxi company and was proudly never involved in the criminal activity of his two younger twin brothers. They were out in America somewhere, probably Venturas, causing all kinds of hell. Chris had nothing to do with them, not to say they didn’t speak or had fallen out – crime was the last thing from this family man’s mind.

 

About five minutes in to their dinner, there was a knock at the door.

“I’ll get it-” Granddad King said as he started to rise from his chair.

“No, I’ll get it, Dad.” Chris interrupted; he quickly got up and headed for the door. When he answered he was met with three distinguished men, they reminded him of old gangsters in Mafia films.

 

“Are you Christopher King?” One asked in a hoarse American accent.

“Yeah, and who are you lads?”

“Have you heard anything from either of your brothers in the last few months?” Another asked, the biggest of the three, his voice was brutal and deep. Chris’ instant reaction was that these men were the FBI.

“Desmond called a couple of months back, heard nothing from Damien, what’s this about?”

“May we come in?” The first man asked again.

“I think I need to know what this is about, my kids are right in the middle of their tea.”

“It won’t take long.”

“Are you the police or F.B.I or…?”

“Your two brothers are dead, we know for certain Desmond is, we’re working on finding Damien. We were actually hoping he was here, if you say he isn’t then he’s probably dead.”

Chris stood in shock, the colour ran from his face, his heart raced and his hands shook.

“We were actually hoping to kill him; you’ve disappointed us Mr. King.”

Chris thought he’d misheard the man first.

“What?”

“I was hoping to kill him, me. He promised me something, and he never kept his end of the deal. Since I can’t take his life in compensation, I’m afraid I may have to take yours.”

Chris was in shock, what was this man saying? His kids were sat at a dinner table a few feet away and this man was suggesting he was about to be killed? The shock quickly switched to anger, he leaped forward with the anger and rage that his family name was renowned for. He smashed one of the men on the jaw, knocking him to the ground, and then swung for another. He was met with a heavy blow from the butt of a gun to the back of the head, which busted open with blood. He was quickly thrown back in to his house, barely able to stand and dragged in to the dining room. Granddad King was waiting behind the door with a chair; he smashed it over one of the men’s head with a surprising amount of strength. The thug stumbled, and then withdrew a pistol from his coat. The two other men stormed in and threw Chris in to a corner. Granddad King threw a punch at the man with the gun, but he dodged the slow strike and hit the old man in the nose with the butt of his pistol.

 

The kids screamed; Grandma began to panic and breathe heavily. Chris dove in and out of consciousness, bleeding profusely from the back of the head. Granddad King fell backwards and smashed his head on the radiator.

 

“You three,” Peter Leone screamed at the children “line up against that door.” He motioned to the glass patio door with his pistol. He held out his hand for the shotgun one of the thugs had concealed in his coat. Peter grinned as the three frightened children did as he said, shaking and crying. Without hesitation, he pointed the shotgun at the wheelchair-bound Grandma and pulled the trigger. The shells hit her in the face and the torso, sending her flying back in her chair with a blast of blood, smoke and burnt clothing. She violently crashed in to the patio door, shattering it and falling in to the conservatory behind her.

 

The children screamed and choked, in shock that their loving Grandma had just been murdered. Granddad King threw up all over the carpet while Chris stared in shock, unable to move. One of the thugs withdrew a knife from his coat and casually stuck it in the back of Granddad King’s head, causing thick blood to spill all over the floor and the old man to see the fields of darkness.

 

“You’re gonna’ watch this now and you’re gonna’ f*cking like it, this is what your f*cking brothers caused.” Peter shot the first girl in the side of the neck with his pistol, she instantly fell to the ground; lifeless. The two thugs stopped and watched in horror as Peter then moved on to the second girl, who couldn’t have been much older than four. She slowly slid down the glass in an awkward manner to the carpet beside her sister. The boy didn't panic or scream, he just wept in silence, gazing upon his family’s corpses. The bullet ricocheted off the side of his skull and planted itself in to the glass, causing it to crack under the spray of blood.

 

“Pete, they’re just children.”

 

Two more dull gunshots erupted in the home, and Peter was now alone with Chris King. Chris’ last meal was a shotgun barrel, with a side of bitter guilt for the dead.

Mrs King’s carrier bags filled with blood as she entered the house, by the time the first tear had rolled down her cheek, she was already dead. The neighbours who had come out to see what all the noise was were left scattered through their gardens; bullet ridden and lifeless. Even the pilot was killed as the private jet landed in Los Santos airport.

Edited March 18, 2009 by The Unvirginiser

[sam33]

Oooh nasty, Peter Leone is ruthless. Nice to see good old salford making an appearance.

Edited March 17, 2009 by sam33

[Chunk]

sh*t, Leone is ruthless.

I'm sure those kids deserved it though.

[VCRules86]

Goddamn that Peter Leone is sick bastard, I'd bet Tommy DeVito would be scared sh*tless of him. Nice little chapter there. I was thinking that Chris was gonna try to kill Billy but the Leone thing was much better.

 

Pete Leone is definately one of the best villains in the WD

[Lethal Nizzle]

That descriptive piece was a step away from the script, and was a surprise. Still a great chapter though, any more of these narrative chapters to come?

[Oxidizer]

First thing's first, your descriptive skills have advanced beautifully. Secondly, I think you've got one hell of an evildoer in the form of Peter Leone on your hands; I can't wait to see what you do with this Big Bad.

 

Top quality job!

[The Unvirginiser]

Thank-you, thanks a lot.

I thought that Pete's brutality needed to be enhanced because ultimately he's going to be the final 'bad-guy' in this story. I'm not sure whether to make this story longer than I'd first anticipated; as long as you lads are still reading it and I enjoy writing it then I don't see a reason why not. I think I'll add another branch of missions from the main story line, don't worry; it won't drag on.

 

So how about this weather eh? I've dug out the shorts.

[Lethal Nizzle]

It's your choice if you want to lengthen the story; you have readers, and if you have the ideas go for it.

 

I need to buy some new pairs of shorts; my favourite pair of camo ones got ripped last year, and the ones I have now are too small.

 

[The Unvirginiser]

Got a lot of coursework to get done at the moment so updates may be slow; I will get around to them though.

What do you guys want/expect from Los Santos?

[Lethal Nizzle]

I want it too feel like the first few missions of SA; you really felt involved with the GSF, and each mission actually felt like you were helping the gang conquer and so on. So possibly a similar feel to that? If I make any sense, that is..