The Faustin Misfortune

[Cashy]

Thank Christ you are back 'Cetti!

 

Glad to see you are back on track with things, I have seriously missed this piece

 

More on the horizon?

[VercettiTheNiter]

Yeah a lot more. I've missed it too. Thanks for the support

Edited April 21, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

Not my favorite chapter but I love the twist at the end.

 

Chapter 8: By Nook or By Crookerz

 

Adamska's powerful statement to Jacob left the room silent. Jacob's eyes danced to Gorann and then to Adam.

 

"Be careful how you talk about ya g'wan business. These doors be free. Seen?" Jacob talked as he locked the door behind him. Smoke from his blunt spread rapidly across the room.

 

Adam was cockier than usual. Maybe it was seeing Yani or getting Tehb off his back or that damn good beer but his words carried a sting that his Gorann felt in his stomach.

 

"I should only be careful about bullets in my back. Jacob can you get what I ask or not?" Adamska was fierce in his voice.

 

"Gorie calm down your dog or tings get on heated with I an' I. Seen?" Jacob spoke as if Karnakov was even in the room.

 

"Oh that's it" Adam was set off. He tackled Jacob and repeatedly punched him. Jacob pushed Adam's body off of him and he burned him with his blunt.

 

Agony filled Adam's lungs. "F*ck!" he yelled bitterly. Gorann ran over and broke up the fight.

 

"Hey we're friends here so stop that sh*t. You're acting like Top Hooker wanabes. C*nts!" Gorann was furious at his associates.

 

The two cooled off when the door swung open. It was kicked in by two Jamaican thugs. Both carrying Mac-10s and look in their eye like the sh*t was about to hit the fan.

 

Gorann gulped. He trembled. The room was silent. For the next minute all that could in the place was 8Bit noise from CUB3D and the island sounds Tuff Gong Radio. Both Adam and Gorann had their hands up. Jacob spit on the floor walked out. One of the thugs ran up to Adam and hit him in the face with the butt of the SMG effectively knocking him out.

 

Black. The thumping of driving over pot holes woke up the pair of Russians. They were tied up and duct taped in the drunk of a Voodoo. Crookerz was playing from the radio that could be heard all the way in the trunk.

 

"Sh*t. In less than two hours I've been knocked out. What the f*ck Ronnie?!?"

 

"Hey, you're that one that attacked Jacob. Are only contact. We might as well be wearing concrete shoes.

 

The car came screeching to a hault. The trunk was opened by thugs. Standing over them like vulture was Rascalov.

 

"You pay good to Badman for hiding place but Badman pays better for you to clowns" he had a devilish smile.

 

"You f*cking" Adam tried but before he could finish he was interrupted by an old friend.

 

"You should listen to Dimitri" the Israeli mercenary whispered holding a Gold Desert Eagle. "He talks sh*t but good sh*t!"

 

"Nahzeem?" a mixture of awe and hatred was set on the duo's faces.

 

"Yes. Ben Franklin once said 'Three men can keep a secret if two are dead" he aimed the Desert Eagle at Gorann and pulled the trigger leaving blood and brains in the trunk.

 

 

Please RNR

Edited April 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

Here is the last chapter before the epilogue. I really hope you like. I'm a huge fan of Boondock Saints so there are two refrences in this chapter.

 

Chapter 9: Get Your Stupid F*cking Rope

 

Just as Nahzeem was ready to pull the trigger and enter slug in to Adam's cranium and loud war cry was heard.

 

"Over here mother f*cker!" called a young Irishman weilding an AK-74. His bullets fired wildly. Dimitri dashed for the boat that was docked next to the meeting place. Adam, who was covered in Gorann's blood, hid in the truck to avoid getting his head blown off.

 

Nahzeem was riddled with bullets. His guards were cowards running and fleeing but none of them escaped. The Irishman took them all out except for Dimitri, the bastard had narrowly escaped.

 

The man walked over to Nahzeem's corpse, gave a look of hate and shame, and said "Rami's pissed" before firing his last round into Nahzeem's cranium.

 

The meeting was at docking bay in Bohan next to the small bridge that connected to Algonquin. Normally it was guarded by two Domincan drug runners but Dimitri had paid them to look the other way for the deal.

 

The Irishman walked over to the trunk to see Gorann's carcass and a blood soaked Adam. Adam squinted his eyes and then realized who the Irishman was.

 

"Gordon?" he asked remembering talking to him for Faustin.

 

"Ivan the Terrible?" he asked listening intently for sirens. Adam nodded trying to get out of the trunk but his hands were tied. He fell out onto the hard pavement.

 

How many times can you f*ck me Dimitri? he thought to himself. Gordon reached for his bowie knife to cut the rope on Adam's hands.

 

"Never leave home without. Scouts honor. To bad I was never in the scouts" he chuckled. He went to slice the rope when Adam jokingly whispered,

"Is that right Rambo?".

 

After cutting off the rope, the two ran up several stairways to the top where some large propane tanks were. Gordon had a red Comet waiting for him.

Another Irishman was in the driver's seat. The duo got in and simultaneously the Irishman and Adam asked "Who the f*ck is this?" both pointing at each other.

 

"The name's Packie. This is a 50,000 dollar car. Don't stain it with blood now." he replied to Adam. "You too Gordie" he said driving. Suddenly Heart's "Magic Man" was playing on Liberty Rock.

 

Driving rapidly and swerving all over the place, Packie screamed "I love Liberty Rock. I want it at my funeral!". Gordon turned to face Adam who was wiping blood off his eyes and getting circulation back in his wrists.

 

"Where do we drop you off?" he sincerely asked.

 

"A high class apartment off a Middle Park. My brother in law's there."

 

"There's alot of apartments off a Middle. Was it East or West?"

 

"I dunno. Uh... he told me would me staying with a friend of his" his mind trailed off. Think. His friend. Think.

 

Adam finally remembered "Yusuf!!"

 

Both Packie and Gordon looked at Adam at the same time. "You know Yusuf Amir?" Packie asked.

[Cashy]

Haha, I got the rope Boondocks reference, but I'm guessing that Gordon and Packie are sort of like Connor and Murphy?

 

Nice twist there too.

 

Can't wait to see more man

[Ziggy455]

I got that Packie feeling to Cashy, good twist. Keep it up V

[VercettiTheNiter]

Thanks for the feedback Cashy. I just realize there are three refrences. The title, Packie and Gordon, and Adam says "Is that right Rambo". Anyways thanks to you and Ziggy and all the best

Edited April 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

The final chapter is here. Its been fun.

 

X

 

After a moment of shock and awe, Packie and Gordon came to their senses and were taking me to Yusuf's. It was a fancy apartment overlooking Middle Park. I had never stayed at a place with air conditioning let alone a freaking doorman. The Comet slowed down and bumped on the curve. Packie layed a line of coke on his dashboard so massive it would make even the most volatile blush.

 

Gordon who was little edgy turned to Packie and whispered "Maybe I should drive to Steinway... then again your already sh*tfaced!" Packie flicked him and turned to me. He mumbled a little then said "Here's a little something for you pally" it was a Glock. He then started mumbling the words to Danny Boy and then Sister Christian. He put them together for some reason.

 

As I said goodbye to Gordon my favorite Irishman, I realized these guys didn't really have to help me. I waved as Packie drove off screaming "You're motorin'..." I turned dashed into the front door.

 

I knocked on Yusuf's door. Arab Money was playing so loudly my head was spinning.

 

"Hey homie. You must be Ska!" Yusuf was loud mouth. He had a gold uzi in one hand a bottle bubbly in the other.

 

"It's Adamska and where's Tehb?" I was a little agrivated with Busta Rhymes.

 

"Be cool n*gga, he'll be back soon. You wanna smoke hookah? I bang these two Ukranian b*tches last night and when I make them leave I smoke hookah like a pimp!" he was a happy at a triumph that was stupid.

 

"No but I'll get some scotch if you got any" I was thirsty. He waltzed over to his bar and made me a drink. He put down the bubbly. He had a sh*t load of gold stuff.

 

He came back with some good stuff and handed it and said "You know Tehb was my tailor in Zadar. The best!" he was cheery.

 

Then Tehb walked in holding some Burger Shot bags. His nephews ran straight to the CUB3D machine in the corner.

 

"Thanks for compliment" Tehb was straight faced. He was a little ghastlier than last time I saw him. He looked like a ghost.

 

"I just wanted to tell you I'm finished with death. Dimitri will be the en.d of it" I was trying my hardest to sound sincere my voice cracked a little.

 

"I hope so".

 

-Fifteen Minutes Later-

 

I had driven to Comrade's and saw a couple of guys taking heroin off a truck and loading to the back. It was condemned so it was the best place to hide drugs. Yusuf knew a guy who had a problem with another Russian working with Rascalov. He told me they were getting drugs from a frieghter and taking it all around Broker.

 

A big Russian walked up to me and says "Get lost Karnie. Dimtri don't like you. I no like you. No room for discussion" he had thick, funny accent.

 

"Well then let the bullets talk for us" I reached Packie's Glock and popped two in his ten spot. The other two dropped the heroin and reached for SMGs. I baseball slid behind the truck. I fired at the other two I killed one and shot the other one in his leg. I rushed over to him.

 

"Where's Dimitri?"

 

Blood trickled down his lips as he said "Platypus" I shot him in the head. I stole a truck drove en route to the Platypus. I was a little distracted because I thought some guys from the Russian shop were tailing me but I was wrong.

 

When I got there bodies where everywhere. It was a blood bath. Pure and simple. Vlad's old lap dog, the Serb, was killing everyone aboard. By the time I got to the top and the sun blazed in my eyes I saw it. The Serb fired into Dimtri and all he said was "It ends where it began". The Serb got his revenge. Who says he didn't deserve it just as much as me.

 

 

-Three Months Later-

 

Now things are different. I've given up the life. With the help of Yusuf's friend, Gay Tony, I now own Comrade's, (I renamed it Mikhail's) and it's made Hove Beach livelier than ever. With money coming in, I sent Tehb and his kids to Vice for a vacation. Yani doesn't talk to me anymore saying "I've neutered a wolf". She doesn't know about Nahzeem though it's better that way. In the end maybe this is what life's supposed to be. Who knows? All I know is I can really go for some Vodka.

 

 

 

Well that's the end for THE FAUSTIN MISFORTUNE. Its been fun and who knows I might say somthing cryptic like Rockstar: LEUQUES I wonder what that could mean?

Edited April 22, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[VercettiTheNiter]

Well I'm making a sequel to Faustin. Its called "The Faustin Misfortune II: Karnakovs and Karishnokovs". To avoid having to make a new topic I'll just use this one and continue the saga of Adamska Karnakov and Grand Theft Auto 4.

 

 

PROLOGUE - 2009 -Two Months Later

 

Adamska Karnakov was managing the relatively unsuccessful bar in Broker, "Mikhail's" and he was loving every second of it. Feeling groggy behind the bar he turned up the radio behind him. Africa by Toto was thumping to liven up the bored and drunk patrons who bobbed their heads to the catchy theme.

 

"I blessed the rains down in Africa!" Adam chanted as he cleaned a dirty beer mug. Everyone was tapping their feet and humming when the nightclub kingpin Gay Tony and his massive bodyguard Luis Lopez walked in.

 

"I love this song!" Tony said giddy with joy. The two walked over to sit at the two stools that were facing Adam.

 

"Oye bro, gimme a Sprunk Bomb" Luis told wiping off the stool before sitting. What a sh*thole Luis thought in his head.

 

'You got it" Adam swiftly turned around to make. He glanced to the mirror in front of him perodically to make sure no one was skipping on their tab or horseplaying.

 

While he prepared the cocktail of Rum, Sprunk, and Cranberry juice, Tony asked Adam "So Addie, when are you gonna be comin' by Maisonette?" Tony knew Adam was a fan of the night life and a young buck like that makes the girls pour in meaning more money.

 

"I dunno. This is my life for now" Adam twirled around and gave Luis his drink. Luis just nodded. As Luis sipped, Gordon walked in.

 

"What the f*ck!" he screamed reaching for his pistol. He aimed squarely at Luis, who did the same.

 

"Oh sh*t!" Tony screamed freaking out. Adam reached for the sawed-off shot gun under the bar. He picked it up and switched aim from one to the other once in a while.

 

"Cool it. What's the problem?" Adam asked.

 

"That's the Dominican and queer that tried to give us the stones that Packie wanted" Gordon had furiosity in his eyes and voice.

 

"Shut the f*ck up! You took Gracie, I aughta blast your head in mama huevo" Luis snapped.

 

"Maybe we should..." Tony started but was caught off by the others who simultaneously yelled "Shut up!"

 

"Hey take this sh*t outside. I got a double barrel. That means I can take out both of you" Adam said.

 

"Hey assh*le that means you can't miss" a drunkard in the corner scolded.

 

This was a severe problem for Adam. Kill the Irishman who saved me or the business partner that can make me? Decisions. Decisions.

 

Adam's gun went off.

[Cashy]

Goddamn, 'Cetti! You've done it again!

 

What a dilemma though

 

Cant wait to see more

[VercettiTheNiter]

Thanks for the feedback and support Cashy Here's the conclusion.

 

Chapter I: Something Gold, Something New, Something Borrowed

 

The dynamite blast from the shot went penetrated the ceiling of the bar. Some ash poured down and sprinkled onto the grown. Adam repositioned his gun and his associates and muttered, "The next one goes into one of you unless you take this outside. This my bar and I don't want to be disturbed".

 

"I paid for it you ingrate!" Tony snapped.

 

"You're right" Adam replied. He kept his gun and eyes squarely at Gordon and Luis as he strolled to the cash register, took out all the cash and gave it to Tony who was still sitting down at the bar.

 

"Now go" he added pointing his gun now at the door. Gay Tony got up and Luis put down his firearm.

 

"This ain't over b*tch" he said to Gordon. The two left and Gordon sat down on a stool with his face buried in his hands. "So what the f*ck was that about?" Adamska asked.

 

"Long story..." Gordon whispered. Then he was jovial again. "Hey man since Packie's in Ireland I feel I need some one to crazy sh*t with. It ain't my bookies. There still pissed about the wet notes." He got up and faced the door.

 

"I wanna show you something" Gordon pleaded.

 

Reluctantly Adam accepted with exception that the customers leave. Once they did, Adam closed up and walked to a black Shafter that was parked on the curb outside of the Russian Shop.

 

"Check this out" Gordon chuckled as he opened the trunk.

 

"Holy sh*t!" Adam's face was frozen. His eyes widened. Grogginess gone.

 

"That's f*ckin' gold baby" Gordon had a grin on his face that of a magician performing a trick perfectly.

 

"How the f*ck..." Adam was shocked and speechless.

 

"Look, Rami told me whack some Arabs who were trying to buy this from a couple Jews that were staying at the Majestic. Needless to say, I made off like badass" Gordon explained.

 

"You mean bandit" corrected man.

 

The two looked up to see an American man. Early 30's. He was wearing an aviator jacket and looked sorta of bored.

 

"Hey man, I'll f*ck you up" Gordon got fiesty.

 

"Don't worry I don't care. I'm here to see my brother. He's a regular here" the man continued.

 

"Bar's closed. Who's your brother?" Adam asked happy that the man wasn't about to rat them out.

 

"Brian Meech"

 

"Oh, Brian yeah he just left. He's went that way" Adam said pointing towards the 69th Street Diner.

 

"Thanks. I'm Sam" said the man.

Edited May 9, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Cashy]

So thats where you went with this

 

Told you it was a good idea

 

Keep it up mate

[VercettiTheNiter]

Chapter II: Dreadful Dredlocks

 

Adam and Gordon stayed near the Shafter, shooting the breeze. The trunk was obviously closed. It's not every day some just has ten gold bricks on them.

 

Sam headed over to the diner were Brian was outside, texting on his cell.

 

"What's this I hear about you being a f*cking junkie?" Sam was angry. His voice trembled with fear, pain, and regret all in one. I shoulda been there for 'im Sam's mind raced.

 

"I got help from a pal. No thanks to you. I'm hitting the books and I'm engaged so piss off. Go back to LS" Brian, who was usually forgiving, dispised his brother.

 

As the two try to console their troubles in the diner, Gordon had a propositon to ask Adam.

 

"Look pally, there's a kid. Jamaican..." before he could finish Adam cut him off.

 

"I don't deal with Jamaicans. Not after Jacob"

 

"That's the beauty bro. He hates Badman and Jacob. He wants us to help him end his beef, with how he puts it 'rude boys'. (Gordon air quotes and grins). Whattya say?"

 

"I dunno. What's the pay?"

 

"Hell yeah. Just like old times. We'll see 'em tomorrow" The two parted ways.

 

 

-The Following Day-

 

Adam woke up in a cold sweat. He had another nightmare about Faustin. He was haunted almost daily about his former boss. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead and got off from his matress. He walked over to his dingy closet and took out a grey hoody, raggedy jeans, and his sneakers from Modo.

 

He recieved a message from Gordon that read:

 

"I'm outside. Hurry. We'll get something to eat on the way. -G"

 

After the two left the drive thru of Burger Shot they headed for an apartment complex on Xenotime.

 

Outside was a few a plastic table and chairs where Cubans and Jamaicans had domino tournaments.

 

"I win puto" yelled happy hispanic woman. Adam and Gordon already felt out of place. In the sea of tables there was the kid. He was a young thug. He was very tan and wore a beige cotton shirt with dress pants and black loafers. He was really the fish out of water in the ambiance of hustlers and hookers.

 

"How's it goin' A?" Gordon asked. The two shaked hands. "That's the Ruskie I told ya about"

 

"I see. What be your name?" the thug asked.

 

"Adamska. And your's?" Adam asked. He crossed his arms and thought he can't be more than nineteen. I don't take orders from a little sh*t!

 

"Alexei Pontie. My friends call me A. Are you my friend?"

 

"That depends. You speak good English for a Rasta"

 

"I take offense Russian. I be Jamaican-American. I speak English like you"

 

"So... poorly. Fan-f*cking-tastic" Adam was being irritable. Why did he have to help Pontie.

 

"The f*ck you doin' ?" Gordon asked. "Don't screw this up!" Gordon said.

 

"Don't worry Gordon. I like 'im."

 

"Well let's talk money"

 

"Adam?" it was Tehb.

 

Adamska turned around to see his brother. "Back to old habits I see"

 

"What are you doing here Tehb?"

 

"Supporting my friend Mr. Cabrera win the domino tournament. And you?"

 

Caught in the act, Adam was speechless then Alexei whispered "Let's talk at the Lumber Lounge, later".

 

I can't catch a break

[VercettiTheNiter]

This chapter is going to be extra short. I've been busy lately so, sorry if I dissappointed you.

 

Chapter III: Xenotime's Up

 

Caught in a lie. A rock and a hard place. Adam had a look of shame on his face. Before he could answer, a black Calvacade drove up to the side of the complex. Two Domincan thugs were inside. One had short buzzcut hair and goatee. He was the driver. The other wore a red jacket and sported thick glasses.

 

"He says it ain't over" yelled the red hoodie thug in the passenger seat. He sprayed into the crowd.

 

Baseball-sliding behind a knocked over plastic table, Adam took cover.

 

Sh*t

 

The bullets riddled the Xenotime complex. In the chaos, Tehb's kneecaps and chest were shot up. He fell on the ground a bloody mess. Gordon chased after the fleeing SUV but he just couldn't keep up. "C*nts!" he yelled.

 

Adam ran to Tehb's side whose eyes appeared to be blank.

 

"I don't blame..." he coughed up a hot red mush.

 

"Don't talk" Adam reassured.

 

"I don't blame you for dealing in death"

 

Adam leaned in closer. No. You're not dying.

 

"You're just young. You don't understand..." his voice crackled and danced towards silence. Police sirens wailed. Children cried. Everyone fled the scene.

 

Tehb perished on the street right then and there. Gordon rushed over.

"Cops are comin'. Let's... is he dead?"

 

 

[Cashy]

Hoohh, sh*t!

 

So.. Armando and Henrique are involved too eh?

 

Love to see what you got planned with them

 

I guess Adam is on the war path after this little... fiasco?

 

Keep it coming mate

[Sanjeem]

I like, but theres too many references to IV, Like Peaseant...and funny guy, i try i try e.t.c.

[Cashy]

Hence why Cetti put "GTA IV Fanfic in the description"

[VercettiTheNiter]

Thanks Cashy you always got my back . I try to refrence GTA 4 as much as I can without shoving it down your throat. If you don't like Sanjeem well I'm sorry.

[Mokrie Dela]

not bad

It's good how it's tied in with IV, constant referencing to the events. Havn't read all of it yet though.

[VercettiTheNiter]

Chapter IV: Alley O'Malley

 

Silence had set upon the gargantuan Gothic church in Algonquin. Adam and Gordon were outside the church bumming a cigarette. As they passed it back and forth, Adam broke the silence.

 

"It was a quiet service. He would of liked it."

 

Gordon nodded puffing at his bent smoke.

 

"What about his kids?" Gordon sincerely asked. He was really there for Adam during these hard times.

 

"Staying with his friend Mr. Cabrera" he scratched his face and touched the bags around his eyes. He hadn't slept since Tehb's death over two days ago. He kept Alexei waiting but business would wait as revenge always comes first.

 

Adam and Gordon drove to his bar, Mikhail's and saw Sam and Brian outside on the curb conversing.

 

"... and that's why Iggy Pop kicks Love Fist's ass and then some" Sam triumphantly ended his argument.

 

"Whatever" Brian sighed.

 

Adam walked to the alley of the bar and scavenged through some garbage.

 

"The f*ck are you looking for?" Gordon asked walking by the brothers.

 

"This (Adam held up an AK-47) I hid hear in case the sh*t hit the fan. That's it. Tony and his f*cking bitch are dead! Mourning is over. You and me are going taking 'em out for good!"

 

"Whoa. Don't do anything rash" Brian chimed in.

 

"Screw rash. I'll help" Sam was fired up. He jumped up from the curb.

 

"You're not helping me" Adam put his foot down on the conversation. Sam backed off if only momentarily.

 

"Those bast*rds are dead!" Adam yelled cocking his assault rifle.

 

"Whoah. Talking about a gang and eating p*ssy are the same thing. Slip of the tongue and you're deep sh*t!" Gordon joked.

 

The others laughed.

 

"Real funny" Adam scoffed. He had a lot on his mind.

Gordon finally being serious, reassured his friend "Look. This is just like when I used to knock heads around in '03 back in Purgatory. This p*ssant named O'Malley. Talked alotta sh*t. Anyways Gerry gave me the order to whack him. All I'm saying is... don't write checks with your mouth, that your guns can't cash"

 

"You got enough guns right here" Sam said. The four grinned and with that they set off with two things on their mind: 1) Killing Luis, Gay Tony, and the Calvacade shooters 2) Where's the nearest john to take a leak.

[Cashy]

 

VercettiTheNiter Posted on May 2 2010, 16:56

Thanks Cashy you always got my back  . I try to refrence GTA 4 as much as I can without shoving it down your throat. If you don't like Sanjeem well I'm sorry.

 

You knows it, mate .

 

As for Faustin Misfortune, gotta see whether Luis, Tony, Armando and Henrique get popped now!

 

Keep going, son.

[Mokrie Dela]

VercettiTheNiter Posted on May 2 2010, 16:56

Thanks Cashy you always got my back   . I try to refrence GTA 4 as much as I can without shoving it down your throat. If you don't like Sanjeem well I'm sorry.

 

You knows it, mate .

 

As for Faustin Misfortune, gotta see whether Luis, Tony, Armando and Henrique get popped now!

 

Keep going, son.

Can't stand Armando!

 

Good to see words of encouragement too

[VercettiTheNiter]

This next chapter jumps ahead a few hours from the previous so don't feel lost at first. It is intentional. Aside from that enjoy! Also I consider this chapter an homage to one of my favorite movies, Reservoir Dogs. I just realized a retcon but I'm fixing it.

 

Chapter V: Herclues Can't Save You

Blood trickled down his fingers, his gash in his chest and wrists. Tied together by rough rope, Anthony Prince was situated on a rusty chair shrouded in darkness. He writhed in pain as he bled profusely. He began breathing deepily and panty. His extravagent suit was now drench in sweat. Suddenly a sharp light broke the darkness. It was a car's headlights. Tony's eyes were now wide and dialated. A figure got out of the car and headed to Tony. He was weilding a bowie knife.

 

"Lou is that you?" Tony's voice was raspy and not at its usual pitch. He wanted badly to be back in the ambience of Maisonette 9. This was not a nice change from the usual strobe lights, house music, and champagne.

 

The figure remained silent walking closer to Tony, his face still, in the dark.

 

"This isn't funny! Hey f*ck do you know who I am..." he trailed off when he saw who it was in the light. Gordon Sargent.

 

"I know exactly who you are..." he had an evil grin and a wild look in his eyes, that of an untamed rhino.

 

 

-Four Hours Earlier-

 

Using intel from Gordon, who had been to Hercules before to scope out where Gracie usually hangs out and what car she drives, the four them waited in a large black van across the street from the gay club.

 

"When do we go?" Brian was nervous and his voice was pitchy giving away what he felt and thought.

 

"Calm down, willya" Gordon patted Brian on the back. Brian, being the youngest was the baby meaning no one messed with him and that everyone could pick on him.

 

"Alright this is what we're gonna do. Gordon and Sam..." Adam started. The two nodded. Adam continued, "You guys make noise and are crowd control. Anybody gives you sh*t you f*ck 'em up. Brian you're gonna stay in the van call us if the cops show up. Where I come from the cops don't help it seems in Liberty it's the same. I'll take care of Mr. Prince"

 

-Back To Present Time-

 

Tony was squirming in his chair yelling obscenities.

 

"I always thought homos were supposed to be all proper and sh*t. You gotta big mouth on you. I like that" Gordon didn't care at all the trash that was being yelled at him. He just kept on smiling at his knife.

 

"...You're a b*tch" Tony was a fired.

 

"Are you quite done?" Gordon wasn't in the playing mood anymore. He ran to the car and turned on the radio as loud as he could.

The disc jockey started "And here's the comedy act of Richard Cheese with his rendition of Chop Suey. It's real jazzy, like everything on JNR!"

 

The loud jazz echoed throughout the abandoned Alderney wharehouse.

 

Gordon waltzed back to Tony, mumbling the words. He bobbed his head singing "I don't think you trust... in... my..." stabbing the air with his bowie.

 

"Put that down." Tony was so scared he might have actually soiled himself, similar to the fate he gave to the Celebinator.

 

"I want you to know that right now my buddies are destroying your 'clubs' (he uses his fingers as airquotes), getting back at those f*cking savage thugs your bodyguard calls business partners, and we're gonna make Luis hurt so bad that he's gonna want a bullet in the back of the head but Mr. Karnakov is gonna make sure that doesn't happen. Oh this is for you" Gordon stabbed Tony's chest repeately.

 

Machine gun fire rained down upon the wharehouse as the sound of a helicopter punctured the loud jazz. It was Yusuf Amir's buzzard.

Edited May 11, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Cashy]

Holy sh*t on an otter, this is getting tense!

 

Cant wait for the next one, mate

[VercettiTheNiter]

This one takes place before Chapter V but after Chapter IV. Hope there's no confusion.

 

WRITER'S NOTE: This chapter contains a few slurs against homosexuals. I in no way am against the homosexual community, the slurs are only in here to add a sense of reality and controversy the GRAND THEFT AUTO series is known for.

 

Chapter VI: Four Thief Clover

 

As the trio ventured out of the van wearing ski-masks and armed to the teeth with weaponry, Brian sat in the driver's seat jovially tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He was singing to the radio.

 

"Beautiful girls... all over the world" a big smile was on his face. Although he was on cop duty he starting texting his fiancee on his phone. It was new touch screen one from Whiz! wireless called "The Roid".

 

The others slowly made there way to the club. The van had been parked far enough not to be seen by the club's patrons but close enough to get to in case the inevitable sh*t hit the fan.

 

The bouncer was a skinny Caucasian man with long dark brown hair. As men in line started giving him pick up lines like "Hey honey, I could bounce you" he retorted always with "I'm NOT gay!" but they grinned and walked off as if they thought he really was.

 

Sam shot into the air as Gordon screamed.

 

"None of you b*tches move or all pop everyone f*cking one of you like if its target practice!"

 

Adam put his AK against the bouncer's head. The bouncer was freaking out. He was about to run off but Sam punched him squarely face.

 

"Sh*t!" the man yelling bleeding from his nose. He felt to the icy, disgusting sidewalk.

 

"That serves for the rest of ya" Gordon screamed, getting more and more pumped up by the second.

 

"Hey what's your name?" asked Sam to the man bleeding on the floor.

 

"Troy" he was sobbing.

 

"Troy this'll be over soon." Sam comforted. "Where's your boss?" he added.

 

"The V.I.P. room" he was ashamed of himself. Gordon knocked out Troy with the butt of his rifle.

 

The wail of faint sirens was heard in the distance. Sam received a text message from Brian.

 

"We gotta get the f*ck out of here. Boys in blue are comin'!" he was nervous.

 

"Which one of you f*gs put out the call?" Gordon was furious. As one of the men in line picked up speed to start running, he was gunned down by Sargent.

 

"Holy sh*t" one of the men yelled.

 

"Let's go!" Sam stated again.

 

"No we're getting Tony! Well screw you guys I'm bailin'!" Sam ran off.

 

"What a p*ssy. F*ck 'em. Let's get Tony.

 

The duo ran as loud house music echoed and pierced the walls of the nightclub. At the far end sat the owner, Anthony Prince, intoxicated at the bar talking with the bartender.

 

"Another Appletini" he was woozy.

 

"I think you had enough!" the bartender intervened.

 

"Yo Prince" Adam said shooting him once in the chest and swinging the butt of the rifle to knock him out.

Edited May 12, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Mokrie Dela]

Nice.

Keep it up!

 

[VercettiTheNiter]

WRITER'S NOTE: This is the last chapter that takes place before [Hercules Can't Save You]. There's just gonna be one more chapter and this book in the Faustin Misfortune will come to a close. I'll probably move on to something else before I work on the third trilogy.

 

Chapter VII: Descendant of Hercules Himself

 

In a blinding hail of fire it was a wonder that Adam found the time to steal an LCPD police cruiser and let Gordon drag the unconsious body of Gay Tony into it. They narrowly escaped as a chase of epic proportions began. It was as if Liberty City just became the O.K. Corral. Wild, untamed the blood-thirsty duo zigzagged throught the traffic filled streets. Three cruisers persued them through the slums of Algonquin where hoods played 21 and other games for profit on the dirty sidewalks that plagued the supposed greatest city on Earth. Not by a long shot.

 

The cops gained, ramming their grill forcefully against the bumper of Adam's cruiser. "F*ck" Gordon belted returning fire with the assault rifle he once carried. His upper body majestically arched out the window as he shot the cops back to hell. He ripped through causing blood to spill on the windshield and the glass to become fragile and delecate. The cadaver of the driver perished with his foot still on the pedal, accelerating. This time the car rammed once more like a lion pouncing on a gazelle.

 

Adam's car swerved running over one of two hoodlums engaged in conversation. "Holy sh*t! Yo Teddy" yelled the bystander who saw his friend flop onto the hood like a sack of potatoes.

 

"The f*ck do we do?!" Adam was in a fit of rage as the plan had fallen through. They had Gay Tony captive, true, but this was hallow victory as they had more witnesses than ever. Instinctively, Gordon pulled the steering wheel to the right, making a sharp turn rapidly toward the alleyway of a [email protected] cafe.

 

They turned off the engine as the cops passed the alley searching for the captors. Gordon reloaded his AK-47 as Adam got out of the car and trembled. He kicked the hood of the car yelling profanity at the top of his lungs. Nobody even noticed as cursing was just another thing to do in Liberty City.

 

"I know a place where I can dump this guy. An abandoned wharehouse over in Alderney. The Pavanos and Pegs had a shootout there a few months back. I'll go there now. Listen don't do anything stupid. I'm gonna leave him there, call a friend for some intel, and then I'll give you head's up on things" Gordon took charge. He turned on the windshield wipers to take off the blood but it was still visible.

 

"Alright" Adam said calmly, cooling off. Gordon back off and walked around headed into the cafe. It's as good a time as any to check my email

 

-Thirty Minutes Later-

 

Adam answered his phone and listen intently. His ears, like that of a dogs, absorbed Gordon's voice.

 

"Look my buddy says, that those two Domincan f*cks that shot up Tehb are eating at a friend's mom's house. Here's the kicker. That friend is Lopez. (Adam didn't comment) Oh, well I think 'our friend' is waking up. Gonna scare the f*ck out of him. Bye"

 

Adam hung up and looked at a text message that Gordon sent that had the address.

 

Finally.

Edited May 14, 2010 by VercettiTheNiter

[Mokrie Dela]

 

Thanks for inspiring me to actually work on mine some more. I'm losing enthusiasm in it cos it doesnt feel as though there's much interest. lol look at us, tucked away in GTAF's basement!

 

Keep em coming man.

[VercettiTheNiter]

 

Thanks and keep working on yours. I only wish more people came down to WD.

[Mokrie Dela]

 

Thanks and keep working on yours. I only wish more people came down to WD.

Yeah. I think we need more advertising and having the forum more visible. I must admit I didn't know this place existed until I went in the voting booth and saw the nominations for stories/poems etc.

 

Shameful i know, but it's now my home!

 

Off topic edit: I've added 3/4 of the new chapter. The snowball's about to go down a hill...