Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Ratings time.

 

mrpain: Some nice action there. A few grammar errors here and there, but the general contour of the story is well-defined. You could do with a little more depth in description. I'll give you $39.

 

rated by Kaizer Chief.

[Kaizer Chief]

 

 

Chapter 2: A Tranquil Day at the Restaurant

 

It had been three days since the arrival of the latest batch of newcomers, and Andrei was growing optimistic about the Russians' hold in San Andreas. However, the team members hadn't been formally introduced yet, so in the morning, Andrei called for all present members of the Russian Mafia, both the newcomers and the old ones, to convene at an open-air five-star restaurant in Commerce for lunch.

 

The group sat around a large table; sumptuous delicacies filled the table. Pork chops, salmon, lobster, and prawns were served, while everyone got to enjoy the most premium wine Andrei could get his hands on. The Russian men had introduced themselves to each other, and everyone was getting along fine. Andrei laughed and joked with his underlings, but midway through the meal, he tapped his glass and called for silence.

 

"Now that we have around thirty solid members to represent the Russian Mafia here in the West Coast, we should probably familiarize ourselves with what we're up against." Around the table, cheery grins became serious stares as the young Russian men listened intently.

 

"We're here in Los Santos, the city of gold and glitz. However, there is a wilder side to it. I've done some research on our neighbors. Four main gangs currently occupy the city. We start with the Varrios Los Aztecas, a Hispanic gang who occupy the land directly north of us. There is also the Grove Street Families, who claim Grove Street and Ganton as their turf. These two gangs are significantly weaker than the others, but they are closely allied."

 

"Then we have the big fish. The Los Santos Vagos, another Hispanic gang, and the Aztecas' direct enemy. They have footholds all over the city, but primarily control the East Beach and East Los Santos areas. And finally, the Ballas —"

 

From the corner of the rooftop, Andrei's bodyguard, Minkowski, gave an unsettling shout. "Andrei! We have a situation."

 

Andrei nodded at his people, stood up, and walked over. "What is it?"

 

"That car that's been parked over there, you see? It's been there for over an hour, the whole time we've been here. Then, just now, four black dudes dressed in purple stormed out and marched into the building. I couldn't quite see... but I think they were armed!"

 

"F*cking Ballas, sh*t!"

 

At that moment, the door to the rooftop burst open, and the silence was ripped open by the noise of continuous submachine gunfire. The four Ballas members fired clip after clip with no hesitation. Thankfully, the Russians were fully skilled in combat, and immediately took cover behind tables and counters. As waitresses ducked in panic and wine glasses were shattered, the Russians whipped out their silenced pistols and knives, ready for a fight. Andrei and Minkowski, fully equipped for any situation, quickly ran to the counters at which they had left their bags. They reached inside and obtained two small suitcases — each labeled "Automatic Kalashnikov 47." Quick as a flash, they assembled their AK-47s and stormed back into the dining area, guns blazing.

[WelcomeToLibertyCity]

I'll sign up for the Ballas at Glen Park. It's going to be awhile before I have a story up because I'm going to replay San Andreas to get into the mood. If I start writing stories regularly I'll probably sign up for staff. I think I'm cut out for the job as I led the original BUYG SA.

[marlord911]

I used to write for the old BUYG, and I loved it. But now it's inactive, so I'll sign up here... put me down at SFPD Headquarters.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Adding you both to your gang right now. marlord911 and WelcomeToLibertyCity.

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Kaizer Cief~ It don't seems to have many errors to it, it is a little bit to short but still, it was good. When you described the food they were eating, it made me hungry. Good job.

 

For your chapter, I'm giving you $40.

 

~Update and rating brought to you by Landstalker~

Edited June 18, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[marlord911]

On second thought, I'd like to switch to the San Fierro Rifa at Cranberry Station, if that's okay. Thanks, and sorry for the trouble.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Ok marlord911. I will change you right now.

 

~Landstalker~

[Kaizer Chief]

 

 

Chapter 3: Better Days

 

Out at the open-air restaurant in Commerce, the bitter gunfire drama was intensifying. The Ballas, while outnumbered, found the more secure cover on their side of the rooftop. They hid behind cement planters, while the Russians only had dinner tables to cower behind. Andrei and Minkowski blasted their own AK-47 fire, forcing the Ballas to stay behind cover for a prolonged period of time.

 

A Balla stood up, firing his Tec-9 at full blast. But Andrei saw that he was inexperienced, and his skill with the gun was lacklustre. The bullets pinged everywhere, flying off the roof and spraying along the floor. One of the Russians — his name was Vasili Gastov, a newcomer — looked inquisitively at Andrei. Andrei vaguely recalled meeting Vasili and learning of his expert knife-throwing skills. He gave Vasili a nod.

 

The knife flew through the air in a flash, piercing through the storm of bullets. It hit the upright Balla square in the throat. His gunfire stopped immediately, and he choked harshly on the sharp metal lodged in his windpipe. A few spurts of blood later, he fell forwards into the cement planter.

 

At this, the other three Ballas were dumbfounded. "Don't shoot!" cried the lead Balla as he raised his hands and dropped his weapon. As soon as he was sure all the Ballas had surrendered, Andrei made his way over to the bloody cement planter on which the dead Balla rested.

 

He pulled the knife out of the dead Balla's throat, and lifted it in the sunlight. The Ballas looked terrified as the bloody knife glistened. "This is a warning. Do not provoke the Russian Mafia again."

 

One of the Ballas still had the dignity to hoist his dead comrade's body over his shoulder, and carried it through the roof access door. The other two Ballas simply fled, crying out in terror. Minkowski peered over the rooftop as he watched the Ballas pile into their car and speed away.

 

No one was in the mood to finish up the lobster and pork chops, which now smelled like gunfire smoke. Andrei threw down a couple of banknotes onto the table, which the waitress on duty picked up with trembling hands. Then, he led his group of Russian underlings out of the open-air restaurant. Five minutes later, six Sentinels pulled out of the underground parking lot and steered back to the Russians' various residences around Ocean Docks and Willowfield.

 

The next day, Andrei woke up to the sound of his doorbell ringing. It was Minkowski and Vasili, accompanied by three unfamiliar men. Andrei saw a Hermes in distinct colors parked on the street.

 

Minkowski spoke. "Andrei, we have good news. This is the breakthrough that shall make us big time in Los Santos."

 

"What is it, Pavel? Who are these people?"

 

"They're Cubans, from Vice City. Their boat just pulled into Ocean Docks, and we just happened to be down there taking a smoke. But they're here because they've got this damned new drug — they call it 'love juice.'"

 

"Love juice? Our contact in Vice City told me about this. It's quite a powerful drug, and San Andreas ain't seen none of it yet. It's a good buy... but can these people be trusted, Vasili?"

 

"Da," Vasili answered with complete sureness.

 

"Use English next time." Andrei smiled, and turned to the Cuban dealer. He extended his hand. "Good day. I'm Andrei, and we'll take the love juice. How much have you got?"

 

"Good to meet you. I'm Rico. We have five gallons... it's going to cost you a thousand bucks, papi."

 

"A thousand? Come on, that's a little... unreasonable, my friend."

 

Rico paused for a moment, in thought. "Tell you what, papi. Since we found you guys so quickly after docking, I'll lower the price. 900 bucks for five gallons."

 

"Perfect. I'll get the money ready."

 

 

***

 

With this story, I'm buying 5 gallons of love juice.

Edited June 18, 2010 by Kaizer Chief

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Kaizer Chief~ How the fight was, was described good. One thing I found not realistic was how the guy trowed the knife on the rooftop. I laughted when you made the cuban call the Mafia boss "papi". "Da" means "yes". Nest time, if you use Russian, please inform us of what they say in Russian. But I like people who are writing non-english language in their chapters.

 

If I understand well, you want to purchase 5 Gallons of Love Juice. You we only sell 1 Gallon pack and buying five would be making two buys higher than the limit. I can let it pass for now though. Next week, you will only be able to buy 1 drug pack. If you want to buy naturally.

 

For this story I'm giving $45 instead of $50 because of you're special buy.

1085-900+45= $230 for the Russian Mafia

 

Rating brought to you by Landstalker.

[Landstalker]

San Andreas

Bone County

Restricted Area

December 2, 1992

07:07:07

Sunny

 

San Andreas Army

Chapter one: Secret powers

 

 

All was black.... All was black.... All was black... All was black.... All was.... All.... This is what happened after I saved the man from a certain dead.

 

When I woke up, I was on an hospital bed in a white room with everything else white. The TV was white, the door was white, the walls where white even the lamp was white. I was in a white world after passing I don't know how much time in a black world. I tried to get up a few times only to give up after ten minutes. Five minutes later, the man I saved the live arrived a little bit surprised.

 

"You are still alive?!", he said shocked and happy.

"Huh?", I answered him.

"You took a bullet in the heart, you killed all the other enemies and you fainted.", he replied.

"What?", I asked him felling strange.

"Nothing, nothing.", he said going to open one of white windows of my white chamber.

"Where are we?", I asked him as I wanted to know I was in an army base.

"In our hospital zone of the military base of Bone County, in the desert.", he simply answered taking out a cigarette.

"Can I have one?", I asked pointing the cigarettes.

"Why not.", he said hading me one.

"Who were those guys?", did I ask.

"Some sort of terrorists.", did he said showing me his badge.

"General, Jacky Manning...", I started to say.

"One thing is sure, you're amnesiac but you didn't loosed your abilities." did he said, quitting the room.

 

I stayed alone thinking about what he said and why I had the number, in roman number, or the symbol of sex tattooed on the stomach. Did I was one of thirty high ranked persons of some sort of organization? Did it was here for fun? Was it a wound? Was it.... I fainted again. But at least, I was in a bed.

 

When I woke up, again, five hours later, I was in a barrack. Not a Barrack OL, but a barrack version building. I was in a luxurious room. Weird maps, photos, guns, papers and such were all over the floor. A lady was standing right to me.

 

"Hi.", did I said.

"Hi, I'm Coporal Djae Patry.", said the woman soldier.

"Where am I?", I asked.

"Are you only good to asl this question or what?!", she asked furiously.

"No.", I calmly replied.

"In your quarters mister Flyll....", she started to say before I interupted her.

"Flyll...", I mumbled to myself.

"Did he said to you we are going to war against the terrotirsts and that we are in Red Code?", she asked me to fast for me to understand a thing.

"No... I don't think so...", I said hoping it was a good answer.

"Well, let me tell you.", she said before we heard a strange noise who looked like an explosion.

 

Three other explosions occured and one hitted the barrack. It was about to go down so I...

[donkeyfunker]

I think I need to buy another baseball bat for this story.

 

Chapter 1: Introductions

 

It was a nice breezy morning, 8:00 AM to be exact. Getting up early that morning made no sense, because as usual, all I would do is workout. My name's Patrick, just 18 years old, and I knew what my purpose was: to become GSF. I had some friends already in the Grove, but most were young and still just guys that just dressed up in green and walk around. I didn't want to be that type of Grove. I wanted to become the next CJ, my Grove Street idol, but now he's so rich he doesn't help out the GSF as much as he use too. I've never actually met him in person, but I was still just a young teen when he saved the GSF from gang extinction. But the gang wars have just begun, all over again. The remaining Ballas and Vagos have teamed up and have been able to take some of their territory back, but I wanted to stop it. But first, I needed to actually get into the gang.

 

I hopped in the shower, grabbed an apple off the table, did some hygiene, and headed out the door to go to the gym. I went to the gym almost every morning, it was just about the only place I could go to escape from the ghetto once in awhile. My Dad is almost never home, and my mom moved away, so I lived alone most of the time. It didn't bother me at all, I enjoyed the peace and quiet, living in a run-down house just outside the historic cul-de-sac. I was just about to the gym when a car pulled up on the curb next to me.

 

"Hey, man. Wanna go fetch some pizza then kick some Balla ass?" Jerome said. He's one of my friends, and I noticed he had some other boys in the back of the car. Jerome is a larger, beefier guy. Even though his large size could cause some problems, he was definitely smart when it came to crime. Being a part-time drug pusher, he usually had a good amount of money.

"Sure, I guess," I responded. I would rather workout and stuff, but I couldn't leave my boys hanging.

"Get in the back, Pat, we'll drive up to the pizza joint, then roll into some Balla turf," Jerome said.

"Balla turf? We don't have any guns man, what the hell are you thinking?" I asked, entering the back seat.

"Don't matter, there's four of us, and one of them, we can take 'em," Jerome answered, possibly high or something.

"You think we're gonna find a lone Balla, in Balla turf?" I asked again.

"Man, quit whining. Here's the pizza place, let's go inside and talk about it," Jerome said, pulling into the parking lot.

 

We walked inside, and of course, everyone looked at us as if we were robbing the joint, because of our colors. Good thing the manager is close with the GSF, because we offer "protection" from other gangs trying to rob the place. The manager walked up to the counter to take the order, and Jerome ordered three whole pizzas, with drinks, garlic bread, everything almost. Ever since he mugged a Balla that had just made a huge drug deal, he was spending the money like crazy. We found our seat, and Jerome started to talk about the gang mugging he was planning.

 

"Where do we start first? Jefferson, or East LS?" Jerome asked.

"Both," Rashean said. Rashean is probably the most ruthless of us all, even having around 10 Balla kills under his belt, four with only his bare hands. He's the highest ranking member of GSF within the group, and living two doors down from one of the OG's, Sweet, didn't hurt either.

"Haha, Rashean that's my boy! We take all of them, then we head off to Vago turf, kill them too," Jerome said.

"Don't you think we should get some weapons first?" Deion asked. Deion's the youngest of all of us, just 17, but he's really fast and practices karate and stuff. Rashean likes to call him his "apprentice", he trains him all the time and takes him along when he wants to go 'Balla hunting', as he calls it.

"C'mon, Deion. I've trained you better than that. We don't need no damn weapons, we got a couple baseball bats in the car, that's all we need," Rashean said. After a bit more talking about how to attack them, the pizza arrived to the table. We ate most, and took some to the car, ready to wipe out some Ballas.

 

"Alright guys, ready to go to East LS?" Jerome asked, starting the engine.

"Sure man, let's go," Rashean said. We turned a couple blocks, I had the baseball bat in my hand, ready to maybe get my first Balla kill. It didn't take long to find a rival gang member, we found a lone Vago just walking down the street, in GSF territory. I felt bad for the guy, knowing Rashean, he'll show no remorse. He looked to be as young as me, and Jerome started to follow behind him. The Vago noticed the car was a Greenwood, and walked faster. He started to run, and now the chase was on.

Rashean turned to me, and gave me some advice. "Alright Pat, I want you to get your first kill. Jerome, run him over when he turns this corner, but not too hard so Pat can finish the f*cker." I really didn't want to do this, but I had no choice if I wanted to become a full-blooded GSF.

 

Jerome ran him over, and we jumped out of the car. I noticed we were actually in the GSF cul-de-sac, when Rashean grabbed the bat, and whacked him so hard across the back, he spat up blood. He crawled to a house, and sat down against it, as Rashean smacked him again.

"Here Pat, whack him as much as you'd like," Rashean said, handing me the bat, I left the one I had in the car. I grabbed it, and I raised it above my head, wanting to get it over with. The Vago just sat there, not pleading or looking stupid, I respected that. Suddenly, a cold rush went through me. My conscience was too great, I just couldn't do it.

"Go. Just go. I can't do it," I said, my head down as I dropped the bat. He looked at me in the eyes, got up and limped off into the alleyway that leads to a street, not even looking back once. Deion wanted to chase him, but Rashean held him back. A lone tear ran down my cheek as I realized, I still had a lot to learn before I could ever call myself a Grove.

 

[Landstalker]

When you have a weapon, it is for all the gang. Not only one character.

 

P.S. Note that I will not do the two next ratings.

Edited June 18, 2010 by Landstalker

[Osric]

Anybody want to help me with BUYG Liberty City?

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Ratings time...

 

Landstalker: Your story is good, but you have some punctuation problems. For example, you write

 

"Some sort of terrorists.", did he said showing me his badge.

when it should be:

 

"Some sort of terrorists," he said showing me his badge.

 

I'll give you $38 for the story.

 

 

donkeyfunker: A good, solid story, with some exciting twists and turns. $43.

 

Ratings by Kaizer Chief

[Kaizer Chief]

 

 

Chapter 4: Coming in Peace, Going to War

 

Andrei wasted no time after paying the Cuban dealers, and retrieving the five gallons of love juice from the trunk of their car. Rico then bid Andrei goodbye, elated that he was able to find a buyer for his products in such a short time. Andrei then watched him hop into his car and leave, off to enjoy a nice holiday on the West Coast.

 

Andrei went back into his abode, studying the gallons of love juice he had just bought. It had a strange aroma, one that Andrei had never experienced. He turned to Minkowski and Vasili. "Gentlemen, we are not junkies. We need to find a buyer for these as soon as possible."

 

Vasili gave his opinion. "Andrei, none of the gangs here in Los Santos would buy this love juice. They've never heard of it, never used it. Why would they buy any?"

 

Andrei gave this some thought. "Then we make them buy it. We'll promote it in their faces. Maybe even let them sample some. This is strong stuff, and those dumbsh*ts out on the street will fall for it immediately."

 

"We'll need to pick a gang to sell to," stated Minkowski. "I say the weaker Hispanic gang, the Aztecas. We run less of a risk that way."

 

"I've actually been thinking. We don't want to make enemies of the powerhouses in this city. I'm talking about the Ballas and the Vagos. Now after that little episode at the restaurant, I'm sure the Ballas aren't our greatest fans. They might even have passed that attitude on to the Vagos — and that's not good."

 

"So you're saying… we approach the Ballas? Those motherf*ckers are going to kill us after what we did."

 

"Well, we'll 'go in peace' then. Plus, I'll bet that we can use this love juice to help chill them out. It's not called 'love juice' for nothing."

 

"I like your optimism, Andrei, but you're ignoring — "

 

"You don't want to come, Pavel, don't come. Vasili, are you with me?"

 

Vasili hesitated, looked at Minkowski, looked at the love juice, then looked back at Andrei. He clenched his teeth, as if meaning to say "Da", but thought better, and said, "yes."

 

Andrei smiled. "Let's get the juice loaded up. We'll use one of the Buffalos, it's got a more spacious trunk."

 

Minkowski angrily left the room, muttering some Russian vulgarities under his breath. Andrei ignored his second-in-command's protests, and, with Vasili's help, loaded the gallons of love juice into the Buffalo's trunk, one by one. After all five gallons were loaded, Vasili was rearing to go, but Andrei felt that they needed another man on the job. A quick thinker, Vasili came up with a suggestion. "I know who we can use. His name is Emil Vorbansky. I think you met him at the lunch. For the past week, he's been traipsing around Los Santos in civilian clothes, observing the gangs and learning the ins and outs of each gang. He's collected quite a good deal of information, and some of it might be useful."

 

"All right, then. Go find Emil. I'll get the car started."

 

Five minutes later, Vasili returned with Emil at his side. Emil was short for a Russian, and with dark sunglasses and a cunning snarl, he resembled a con artist. Andrei briefed him on the mission, and Emil nodded that he knew what to do. The three of them got into the car, and drove their way north into Ballas territory. "We should find a small group of Ballas, maybe just two or three," suggested Vasili. "Andrei, how much should we ask for the five gallons?"

 

"I say we charge double for what we payed for."

 

From the backseat, Emil asked, "and will two or three Ballas hanging out on the street really have enough cash to pay for that?"

 

"I'm telling you, I'm quite certain that this love juice will get them to do anything. Just watch." At that moment, they turned the corner to see two Ballas having a smoke on the side of the street. "I think we've found our buyers."

 

Andrei pulled up next to the Ballas and rolled down the window. "Good morning, gentlemen."

 

One of the Ballas looked funnily at Andrei, but the other Balla, who had had his back turned, swiveled around — and to Andrei's surprise, it was one of the Ballas who had attacked them earlier at the restaurant.

 

"You… you's the son of a bitch who killed Danny D, aren't you! Motherf*cker, i'mma blast yo ass off!"

 

"Whoa, whoa…" Emil stepped out from the backseat. "Easy there, homie. We are not here to fight. We are here to make a deal."

 

"A deal? With you crazy-ass Russians? What, you think the Ballas want to drink vodka and smoke smelly cigars? Get the f*ck outta here, or I swear to God I'll — "

 

Andrei and Vasili got out of the car, and Andrei interrupted the ranting Balla. "Not vodka, my friend. Here, come take a look." Andrei walked around to the trunk of the car, and popped it open. The Balla took one look at the gallons of love juice, and snorted in disdain.

 

"You tryin' to sell us apple juice? Are you f*cking serious?! Get this motherf*cker outta here!"

 

"I assure you, this is not apple juice. You see, if you give this container a sniff…"

 

The Balla leaned forward and smelled the love juice, absorbing its fumes. His face twisted in surprise and curiosity. Andrei continued his salesperson act. "Now, imagine tasting that…"

 

But in the midst of convincing the Balla to try the love juice, Andrei, Vasili, and Emil hadn't noticed the second Balla slip away around the corner. When Emil suddenly realized that the other Balla had gone, the first Balla had become delirious. "You guys… wait here, a'ight? How much are you charging for this sh*t? Did you say… a thousand eight hundred? A'ight, just wait here… i'mma… i'mma go get the money…" Then he giggled and stumbled off.

 

"Well… that was pretty successful."

 

Emil looked alarmed. "Guys. Where has the other Balla gone?"

 

At that moment, the answer to their question came in the form of a gigantic squad of Ballas. An entire platoon of angry gang members, eager to avenge their friend, Danny D, had approached the three Russian men. Each one was armed with a Tec-9 and several clips of bullets. Unlike the previous encounter, this time it was the Russians who were outnumbered. And to make things worse, Andrei had forgotten to bring his AK-47, meaning that he, Vasili, and Emil were left to fight with pistols and knives.

 

After weighing his options, Andrei whispered, "the alley at 2 o'clock, now, run!"

 

The three Russians sprinted across the road, aiming to take cover inside the alley. The Ballas opened fire midway through their run, and although Andrei and Vasili made it unscathed, Emil was hit in the shoulder. He stumbled and fell, but Vasili grabbed his other arm and dragged him into the alley. Andrei cursed under his breath. Things were going terribly; they certainly hadn't expected the Ballas to be so vengeful. Now they were separated from their car, whose trunk was still open. They had lost the love juice, and would be lucky to leave this place with their lives intact.

 

But at this moment, from the other end of the alley, the Balla who had been intoxicated with love juice fumes arrived, carrying a sack full of cash, obviously ignorant of what was going on. "Here, fellas. A thousand eight hundred, in cash. Now, I gotta get some more of that… juice…" Suddenly, more shots were fired by the angry Ballas, who were ready to invade the alley. The intoxicated Balla panicked, and let out a short scream before Andrei knocked him out with the butt of his gun.

 

"Okay, we got what we came for. That fool was dumb enough to give us the cash while his friends were about to kill us. We'll just have to get the hell out of here."

 

"How are we going to do that, Andrei? They've got submachine guns, and all we have are pistols and knives. And Emil is injured, bleeding badly. We'll get f*cking slain!"

 

"Not so fast, Vasili. If I remember right, you told me that Emil had explored the city thoroughly, yes?"

 

"Yes, but — "

 

"Emil, I need you to tell us how to get back to Ocean Docks without going through Ballas territory. Is there a way to go around them?"

 

The injured Emil looked up weakly. "Yes… go north, then east. You'll run into Vagos, but they're not as bad. Go south along the beach… if you go correctly you'll be back at the docks."

 

Andrei turned to Vasili. "You heard him. Go, now, take the money and leave through that end of the alley. Steal a car if you need to. Keep your gun, but give me your knife."

 

"What are you going to do?"

 

"I'm going to solve this little problem we have here." He turned and looked at the alley's front entrance. A Balla popped out of cover, gun raised. He fired some blind shots at Andrei, but he hadn't seen Vasili escape out the other end of the alley.

 

 

**

 

With this story, I'm selling my 5 gallons of love juice.

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Kaizer Chief: I love your Russian characters so far! I did spot one mistake though, payed should be paid.

 

$45 + $1800 for sale of Love Juice added to the Russian Mafia. Keep up the good work!

 

Rated by mrpain

[mrpain]

 

 

 

I would like to buy an ounce of Crack Cocaine.

 

 

Chapter Three

The Night Ain’t Over

 

In just a matter of hours I found myself dozing off in a car to shooting thugs in that same car. This was turning into one weird night.

 

The Da Nang Boys must have really cherished the dragon statue. They sent a whole f*cking army after us. Each road we take they would either tried to set up a roadblock or just rammed us off the road. I borrowed Jacky’s AK47 to deal with the oncoming waves of trucks packed with the Da Nang Boys. The Elegy was so battered that the window glasses were gone and left us in open fire. We were just exiting San Fierro and had to head all the way to Las Venturas with the Da Nang Boys on our backs. Like I said before, this was going to be one long f*cking ride.

 

“Drive faster!” I pestered Jacky as he busied swerve from left to right.

 

As soon he got controlled of the car, he shouted back at me, “Shoot better than!”

 

Partially, he was right. So far I had been shooting at dirt. I got out of the window again and tried to pop out their tires. I popped one, then followed by another and soon all the trucks came crashing into one another. Two trucks remained though and one of them was packing M4s. “Just great,” I thought.

 

I blasted their truck with all the firepower of the AK47. They backed off a little bit but came back with even more tasting for blood. I checked my gun and realized I had only two bullets left. Two bullets, two trucks packed with firearms. Simple.

 

I took a deep breath, slid out of the window and pulled the trigger slowly while aiming at the windshield. BANG and the f*cker driving the wheel had a hole in his head causing the truck to drive off a cliff. Cliché but so awesome.

 

One truck left and I thought I might as well do the same thing. Except my gun jammed and the car was taking heavy fire. I asked Jacky if he had another gun but he said he had ran out of ammunition.

 

I checked my 9mm and it was also out of ammunition. Then I remembered that I had brought along the katana with me. I told Jacky, “Slow down. Get next to them!”

 

I readied the katana and as soon as we got next to the truck, I just threw the katana at the driver and it stabbed him in his chest. I felt like a f*cking Jedi. As me and Jacky laughed our asses off, we rode into the sunrise thinking it was all over.

 

Just when we thought things could not go wrong, we ran out of gas. We got as far to the abandoned airport and we had to ditch the car and continued on foot to Las Venturas.

 

Jacky complained like a whiny bitch, “Ugh, I hate walking. f*cking hell why must Venturas be so far?”

 

Not a few minutes later he started whining again, “f*cking Da Nang Boys, thrashed our car for a f*cking…”

 

When Jacky stopped, I got suspicious, “For a f*cking what?”

 

Jacky then remembered we forgot something, “The golden dragon statue! We left it with the car!”

 

At first, I thought he was joking as he had been complaining about how we had to walk so far and now he’s asking us to walk back. “You must be kidding me right, Jacky?”

 

Jacky then got serious, “I’m not kidding, Wu will kill us.”

 

Well the realization of Wu killing me just for a dragon statue got my attention. So we quickly ran back to the Elegy and opened up the trunk. Turns out that the Da Nang Boys managed to shot up the dragon statue and it was all damaged.

 

I reminded Jacky, “Wu’s definitely going to kill us. Wait what’s this?”

 

I found some white powdery substance and tried tasting it. It was what I had predicted it to be.

 

Jacky asked anxiously, “What is it?”

 

I actually wanted to taste some more but I controlled myself, “Looks like the dragon is a crack addict.”

 

Jacky thought I was joking but appeared dumbfounded later on, “Cocaine? No wonder that Japanese guy wants to buy the statue. So what do we do now?”

 

I then had a brilliant idea. I always hated the Yakuza and since the guy was Japanese, I assumed he was with the Yakuza. This was my chance to rip them off.

 

I informed Jacky of my excellent plan, “How about we sell this for ourselves?”

 

Jacky seemed unsure at first but agreed after thinking for awhile. No doubt this would spark a feud between the Triads and the Yakuza but hell it was worth it.

 

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

mrpain~ I had never expected to see cocaine in this golden statue. Good effect of surprise. The plot from the end was unexpected. But, I don't think that they deal together. Good thing. Basically no errors and gramatical errrors too. I liked this chapter and how it was long and explained.

 

For this story; $1084-$800+$50=$334 remaining for the San Fierro Triads.

 

~Cheers, Landsalker~

[marlord911]

San Fierro Rifa @ Cranberry Station

Chapter 1: "Lowest Point"

 

"Are we there yet, ese?"

 

"Just a while, we'll be on the freeway soon, so about a half hour to go," replied the driver.

 

It had been the longest drive of my life. Following the busted deal in Angel Pine, we had high-tailed it out of the countryside, and after that, it had been nothing but bland images of scenery and fauna. I had dozed off a bit, and now that I woke up, I was dying to get the the destination as soon as possible. I turned my head and saw that Javier and Santiago, the two homies who accompanied me on this car were both asleep, their mouths lined with drips of saliva. Behind our car, the headlights of the other two cars in the convoy shone brightly in my face, and I quickly turned back to face the driver. "Say, T-Bone, how did the Triads find out about the deal?"

 

"No f*cking idea, man. Those damn Chinese motherf*ckers probably learned about it with their crystal balls and Eastern voodoo magic," half-joked T-Bone, a Rifa veteran. T-Bone was the founder of the Rifas; he had wanted a strong Hispanic presence in San Fierro, a city where he had seen plenty of potential.

 

I was just about to reply when our car came to a grinding halt. Both gang members in the back woke up with a jolt, and I immediately looked out the window. With the San Fierro city lights as a backdrop, there stood a redneck old man, standing in front of his dilapidated pickup truck, which was wedged horizontally in front of our car. The redneck seemed to be carrying something, but I couldn't tell what it was.

 

All of a sudden, a resounding bang was heard and vibrations shuddered through the car. In the car mirror, I could see the confused face of the driver of the car behind us. I gave him an "OK" signal, telling him that there was nothing to worry about. Then, without hesitation, I clicked open the glove compartment and grabbed the machine pistol that lay serenely in a pile of women's fitness magazines. Then, confidently, I pulled the door handle and stepped out of the car.

 

"What the f*ck you think you doing?" I pointed my gun at the old redneck, and in the glare of the pickup truck's headlights, I discovered that the man was holding a baseball bat, and that he had been pounding our car the whole time. "Stop that crazy sh*t right now, old man, or I'll shoot."

 

The old man didn't seem to hear. He went on pounding on our car. T-Bone seemed to get annoyed inside the car, and he nodded towards me. I stepped forward, grabbed the old man by the neck. "Let go of me, you dumb bastard!" the old man exclaimed. I felt sympathy for the lunatic, but when he raised his bat and brought it down towards my head, I thrusted my arm, holding the machine pistol, in a sideways motion, and cracked the butt of the pistol against the man's jaw. The man's eyes flickered, and I saw fire and ice dancing in his bewildered eyes, before a resounding crack was heard and the man lost consciousness. With my momentum, I carried him to prevent him falling to the ground, and shoved him back into his still-open car door. A minute later, we were continuing our journey, the three cars in a single file formation, headed back for San Fierro. Inside my car, T-Bone remarked, "I liked how you handled that situation there, Maxi. You've got the talents, son, to make it big in this city. If only our drugs deals would stop getting ambushed."

 

We got off the freeway five minutes later, and stopped at a traffic light. While waiting, T-Bone told me to wake up Javier and Santiago, since he planned to give the entire gang a good excoriation when they got back, and wanted everyone awake and attentive.

 

As Javier and Santi groaned to wakefulness, the green traffic light flickered on, and T-Bone continued driving. Soon, the convoy pulled into Hashbury, and slowed in front of Misty's Bar. The other cars stopped, as the Rifas all wanted to chill and have a drink after the day's events. However, T-Bone kept on driving, and so the following cars had no choice but to dutifully follow their leader. Clearly, T-Bone didn't intend to spend the night buying everyone celebratory drinks.

 

They pulled into a back-alley, where T-Bone finally stopped the car. As everyone got out, they crowded around their leader, understanding from T-Bone's facial expression that they were in for some discipline. When everyone had assembled in a more or less circular shape, T-Bone folded his arms and began turning, looking each Rifa in the eye meaningfully before moving on to the next.

 

Finally, he spoke. "Today, we were supposed to make big money. We had gotten our hands on a good deal of coke. It would've been enough to buy a whole stockpile of new cars... some heavier weapons, whatever!"

 

The veins in his eyes were bulging as he spoke. T-Bone would spit uncontrollably while he ranted, but he held this in complete disregard as he berated his gang members. "Yet the Triads show up — we're talking about Chinese people here, compared to us Mejicans — they somehow find out about the deal. Well, we're f*ckin' stronger than them, right? We can take down a bunch of Chinese sh*theads! But you guys had to f*ck it up!"

 

T-Bone was really hot-headed now, and we could see his arms trembling as he expressed his vehemence. "Lucas, tell me, why the f*ck were you so unfocused, that you let the Ballas slip away with both the drugs and the money? Huh? Talk to me, Lucas!"

 

Lucas said nothing. He kept his head lowered as T-Bone breathed down on his face.

 

"You're all good-for-nothings. With a sh*tty bunch like you, how can I expect to rise up through the ranks in San Fierro?"

 

He paced around the circle, fuming. I could almost see the smoke coming out from his overheating body. Finally, he decided to let it go, albeit not in a friendly manner.

 

"Go home, you fat f*cks. Drink your beer, screw your whores. I hope they bite your cocks off."

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

marlord911: Great story, loved the characterization you did for T-Bone. It's interesting to start your series from a gang's lowest point, and building them up from there. Good job, I'm giving you $48.

 

On another note: I plan on tweaking some of the drug buy/sell prices in order to make them more lucrative for gangs.

 

Rating and news brought to you by Kaizer Chief

[Kaizer Chief]

 

 

Chapter 5: Vacating the Premises

 

"F*ck!"

 

With Vasili safely away with the money, Andrei was now focusing his efforts on fighting his way out of the platoon of Balla goons who were out to kill him. To make matters worse, Andrei had to bring his injured comrade, Emil, with him. Emil was bleeding rather profusely, but he stared Andrei in the eye and muttered, "I'm still able to fight. Give me Vasili's knife. He might have gone, but I'm not a bad thrower myself."

 

At that moment, a Balla sprung out of cover and let fly a barrage of Tec-9 fire. The bullets scattered about, but failed to hit to Andrei, much to his fortune. Andrei's silenced 9mm pistol was out of his holster less than a second later, and the hot-headed Balla was punished for his lack of composure when Andrei sent two bullets right into his forehead.

 

But there were still about ten hostiles left, and Andrei discovered, to his horror, that he had only one clip of bullets left. Emil saw this too, and Andrei cringed when he saw his fallen friend lose hope of survival. He swore to himself that he would get him and Emil out of this sticky situation. But then, two more Ballas appeared at the corner of the alley, firing their guns relentlessly, obviously distraught at their friend's death and eager to avenge him. Andrei was forced to take cover behind some conveniently placed trash cans.

 

"We're going to make it out, Emil, I promise." But when Andrei took a peek out of his cover, he knew that he had just told a huge lie. In addition to the two Ballas who were already firing, five more Ballas had entered the alley, ready to find Andrei and Emil and execute them. Andrei shut his eyes and decided to let justice be served — after all, he had killed two of their men. It seemed right that two of his own be taken in return.

 

All of a sudden, more gunfire erupted. At first, Andrei thought that the Ballas were firing at the trash cans in order to force him out of cover, but then, he realized that the noises he was hearing was not the noise of submachine bullets. It was automatic gunfire. Confused, Andrei sneaked a peek in between the two trash cans, only to see the Ballas being gunned down one by one from behind. As each Balla fell, their comrades looked around in obfuscation before they themselves were gunned down.

 

When all the Ballas dropped, Andrei popped out of cover to see who his mysterious savior was. He was delighted to find that it was in fact a fellow Russian who had saved him. The man was clad in black, as was the Russian Mafia's tradition. He held in his hand one of the Mafia's AK-47s. Andrei struggled to recall this man's name, although it eventually occurred to him that he had met him at lunch the previous day; after much recollection, he recognized the man as Filippo, one of the newcomers.

 

"Filippo, thank God! Did Vasili send you? Did he make it back with the money?"

 

Andrei's joy quickly turned to horror when Filippo, instead of answering him, pointed the AK-47 at Andrei's face.

 

"Go get Emil, Andrei. Handcuff him." Filippo held out a pair of handcuffs.

 

"Wh — what? What are you doing, Filippo?"

 

"Do it, now!" Filippo pressed the AK-47 into Andrei's chest. Andrei stared at Filippo for a second, and then complied with his orders. He grabbed the handcuffs, walked over slowly to the shocked Emil, and cuffed him.

 

"Good. Now, Emil, get into the car's backseat."

 

Emil looked at Andrei, who nodded. There was nothing to be done when an automatic rifle was pointed at one's head.

 

"Andrei. Get into the driver's seat."

 

As he did so, Andrei began thinking about Filippo's motives. He recalled his first impressions of him; Filippo had seemed extremely quiet and serious when he got off the plane. He vaguely recalled someone mentioning that Filippo was half-Italian. "Where are we going, Filippo?" Andrei asked as Filippo got into the car and settled in the passenger's seat, gun still pointed at Andrei.

 

"Las Venturas. Now drive."

[Drift-Kingz]

Da Nang Boys: Street War - Chapter 2

 

 

Setting - Easter Basin,San Fierro

 

Date - April 24th,1997

 

Characters -

 

Lee Xuan

Andy Xuan

Da Nang Boys

Triads

"Big Lion"

SFPD

"Bullet Kid"

 

It was a rainy foggy day in San Fierro. Many of us Nang Boys love the rain. It was 5:48PM Already and It started to rain more harder. The rain were like bullets pegging our skulls. Me and Lee decided to head home. While we were driving home we passed "Jizzys Club"

 

"Screeeeeech!" was the sound of Lee's Admiral as we stopped right next to the club.

 

There was a Gang War between Da Nang and the Triads happening in front of the Club! Me and Lee got out of the Admiral. I quickly dove to the back of the car as a rock was thrown through the front windshield.

 

"Andy! Here! Catch my keys! Open the trunk and take the M4!" Yelled Lee.

 

I caught the keys and opened the trunk. A Triad quickly ran at me unarmed. I quickly grabbed the M4 and killed the bastard.

 

I then saw my cousin "Big Lion" laying on the ground.

I quickly ran over to Big Lion.

 

"Lion! are you ok!?" I said.

 

"Call an ambulance man... Please..." Muttered Big Lion

 

A second after that, I got shot on my left foot

 

"f*ckING BITCH!" I screamed.

 

The pain was anguishing. I couldn't feel my foot anymore. Lee came running to me.

 

"Andy! You alright Bro?!" said Lee

 

Just then we heard a loud explosion. A car had been exploded. The Police then took action.

 

The Street War had turned out into a REAL war. My foot was still painful but I didn't mind it anymore. I dove behind a Buccaneer to Protect myself. I then dove up and shot a f*ckin Triad in the head.

 

"Andy! Watch out! Look to your left!" yelled a Nang Boy

 

A black Elegy was trying to ram me. I took a good aim of the driver and jumped on top of the Buccaneer so the car wouldn't hit me. I got the Driver and he was dead.

 

I took an aim of another Triad and killed him.

 

I was on an Rampage.

 

The Gang war had lasted about an hour and a half.

After it was done I was being chased by 2 Cops. They lost me in about 3 minutes.

 

I then wondered where Lee and Big Lion would be at. I ran back to the scene without any cops watching me.

 

Arriving back in front of Jizzys club, I could see about 30 Dead bodies on the ground and about 50 Paramedics covering the bodies with a white sheet. I then saw my freind "Bullet Kid". Bullet Kid is a Nang Boy. He was crying and sobbing on the ground because his brother had been killed. I ran over to him and said,

 

"Are you ok man?"

 

I then looked down and saw My brother Lee and Big Lion...

 

DEAD

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Kaizer Chief: One of your regular chapters. The thing that I like about your stories is that it keeps me from wanting more.

 

$50 added to the Russian Mafia. Keep up the good work!

 

 

Drift-Kingz: Very short story but I do not dislike it. Spotted errors such asfreind. It should be FRIEND.

 

$35 added to the Da Nang Boys.

 

Rated by mrpain

 

 

ANNOUNCEMENT, mrpain is looking to work with someone to participate in gang wars with him. PM mrpain if you would like to help.

[Landstalker]

Do you mean an ally or an ennemy?

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

Enemy. As I stated before, PM me if you want to go to war with me. Haha

[Landstalker]

I don't think I could because in my chapter that I'm writing right now on a program similar to Microsoft Word I'm somewhere wich will make me write about five chapter in this place. Unless you wanna fight the army where I'll be.

 

Just see my next chapter and say me if you're ok or not. I'll post it in about half an hour.

 

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San Andreas

Bone County

Rectricted Area - Underground

Unknown hour

Unknown weather

 

San Andreas Army

Chapter two: Underground activities

 

Jason Flyll - Underground

 

The barrack was about to collapse when I saw a trap on the ground. I ran to it, opened it and crashed into water at the bottom of the hole. Djae made it in time too plus, it was all dark. After swimming for ten minutes, she had the great idea to light up a match wich didn't touched the water. We continued to swim for some time when we saw a little isle. Once on it, I saw a lot of pedestals and torches. Before I had the chnace to say anything, she started to light up other matches and passed some to me so we could light them up. After lighting up twenty pedestals and ten torches, we made a campfire. She had with her a two M4 and two Desert Eagle. She passed me one of her M4 and one of her Desert Eagle. This was the first time I had the chance to look at her more carefully. And what I saw was pretty.... shocking. She was a blonde haired woman and she was of a rare and supreme beauty wich is rare for military women. When I saw her I thought of the blonde stereotype but it hapened that the stereotype was not applying to her. She was of a boring seriousness. She even catched more fish than me whene we were fishing to get something to eat and was a little bit more faster than me. I was feeling little against her. After we had sleept some hours, we, well in fact, I decided that we should explore the isle. She approved. A few metres to our right, was an old medieval looking like fortress. As we approached, we saw we were not alone on the isle. We draw our guns at them but they didn't make any move. We aproached near the open medieval door to see those people were some other of our military guys. General Manning was there to give us bad news.

 

"The terrorist group that attacked us on the Sherman Dam... Well, the friends or should I say the remaining of the terrorist group wich we got attacked by while you were driving my patriot luanched an attack on our base. If we are lucky, they will not find the traps and if we are more lucky, maybe they did not find the exit near Fort Carson or the one near the old airport wich is up of our base. If we have bad luck though, we will have to get to the exit wich is in Ocean Dock in Los Santos. And if we are even more bad lucked, we will have to live underground until we have help coming or forever or we will have to fight to get out," he said slowly and calmly like if it was not a big deal at all.

"Hey! Don't say it like if it was not important!" I yelled at him getting the attention of everyone at us.

"Shut up," said Djae.

"Sorry... How are we getting out of here?" I asked him getting more calm.

"We are under the base. We will use the old tunnels to get out of here. If we have luck, we'll might find interesting things to help us," he replied.

 

 

Terrorist - Military Base

 

"Find him!" yelled the captain as we were searching for a man wich we were not knowing anything about him, apart that he had the roman number "XXX" tattooed on his stomach.

 

The base was all ruins, every thing had exploded and there was no way out of this fire holl without being seen by one of us. Corpse of not prepared soldier were lying around like those of the ones who tried to stop us. We had lost may men in the operation: Sherman Elimination. I always thought that he wanted vengence but it appeared that I was wrong. I knew I was wrong when I heard him talking with one other of our high ranked men that he was a a traitor and at the same time an experiment that could make us be the leader of San Andreas. I was not to sure of what I understood though because of the background explosions and the cries of the wounded. That was my second mission. My first was the: Sherman Elimination. This one was named operation: Bomb da' base. I knew that the bombing was not the only motive of the captain when I heard this discussion.

 

"Hey, Blackman!" yelled at me my companion Gastro Shell.

"Hi," I said to him.

"Do you think the mission was sucessful?" he asked me hoping a "yes".

"I think that yes..." I started to say wanting to say him the discussion I heard when we were interupted by the captain and another man.

"Blackman..." did he started to say.

"Hail Weiss!" I saluted him making the Hitlerian move because our terrorist group was based on Adolf Hitler theology.

"I want you to go on a mission" said Weiss.

"Can I ask you something before?" I aksed to him.

"Yes," he replied.

"What his your true name?" I asked with all my courage.

"Hum... My name his Heill Weiss," he said after a few minutes.

"Ok," I said waiting for more informations about the mission.

"Go to Los Santos and look for anything that could look like a trap or a tunnel," he said.

"Yes sir" I replied to him.

"Hail Weiss!" me and my companion saluted him.

 

Jason Flyll - Underground

 

Three hours had passed since we arrived in the underground medieval base. I was in my rock and round shaped chamber looking outside by the window at the fortifications of the fortress. I had, once again, the time to thinkof a lot of things like why "XXX" was tattooed on my stomach, how did I killed all the men on the Dam, how many time we would stay in this underground tunnel, how we would get out, would it be easy or hard, would I die fighting to get out, would I see the sun or the moon again, etc... There was one good new: I was not in a black woorld or in a white world either. I was wondering if there was any secret passages in this old castle. As I was about to quit my chamber, someone knocked at my door. I opened it to see that General Manning was waiting for me with three two soldiers.

 

"Hi," I said trying to be friendly.

 

I had not a chance to do anything that I got knocked by his M4 gross. When I woke up, I was attached by some ropes to a torture machine with the two other soldiers. This was a circular piece connected to many other passage way. I had a headache too.

 

"Hi, number XXX," said General Manning.

"What are you doing, old bastard?!" I asked asked him yelling at the same time.

"I'm about to end you number XXX!" he yelled even before I finished to pronounce the last syllabe of "bastard".

"What?" I asked him.

"You're too much of a nuisance to us number XXX," he replied a few seconds later getting out of his pocket a cell phone and a Desert Eagle.

"Why?" I asked him getting no answer.

"Hello," he said talking to someone.

"Number XXVIII," said the voice through the cell phone.

"I got number XXX," he said proudly with a big smile.

"Good, you either have the choice to eliminate him now or to bring him to us," replied the voice wich I found strangely familiar.

"Ok, I'll come trough tunnel number two with his body. Death naturally," he said as I watched this weird scene.

"Roger! Waiting for you number XXVIII," sad the voice.

 

Then, General Manning alias number XXVIII looked at me pointing his M4 at the soldier to my right. He shoot him and then shoot the one to my left. Then he undressed his shirt and showed me his stomach with the number XXVIII tattooed on it. He was about to shoot me when a bullet shot him in the arm wich was carrying the weapon. He fled through a trap and Djae appeared a few seconds later with ten soldiers.

 

"You are lucky," she simply said to me untying me.

"The damn bastard quitted through this trap," I said pointing it.

 

One of the soldier tried to open it but it was locked. Then three other soldiers helped him but only for them to die has the trap exploded making a big rock fall on the open tunnel blocking it.

 

General Manning alias number XXVIII - Tunnel number one

 

I ran as fast as I could carrying my wounded arm in my hand. I quickly reached tunnel number two and reached three guys with M4.

 

"Guys, this is number XXVIII. Let's get out of here," I said jumping through the tunnel exit making a twenty mettres fall into the water of the Sherman Reservoir.

 

They followed me right after.

 

Blackman - Los Santos

 

"Lock carefully for any strange things that mgigh look like a tunnel or a trap," I said to my partner.

"Yeah, yeah," he said bored of this long trip.

"I wonder why he wanted us to try to find something like that..." I mumbled to myself but to see he heard me because he replied, "I don't know...".

Edited June 19, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

I am giving a free pack of 10 000 Pills of ecstasy of a value of $7 000 wich give $10 000 when sold to the one who will be able to make a chapter or some chapters of 3 000 words and more until next Saturday. Good luck to every body.

 

P.S. Do not forget to rate my chapter

 

~Cheers, Landstalker~

Edited June 19, 2010 by Build Up Your San Andreas Gang

[donkeyfunker]

 

When you have a weapon, it is for all the gang. Not only one character.

Thanks for clearing that up.

 

I'd like to buy a knife for Grove Street.

 

Chapter 2: Gone Balla Huntin'

 

"Pat, what the hell were you thinking?" Rashean asked angrily.

"I don't know. I just couldn't kill him like that. Dude was young, probably same age as me. I just had a heart, man," I told him.

"Doesn't matter. Look at the as*hole's colors. Yellow. The color of pu*sy sh*t. You should of knocked that f*cker's head off!"

Jerome said in a fit of rage.

"I'm sorry I spared a young man's life. Damn, you guys are heartless," I said.

"No, we're Groves. It doesn't look like you're cut out to be a Grove though," Rashean said.

"I'll make up for it. I'll kill 3 Ballas by the end of the day, then you can call me a true Grove. What do you think?" I proposed. I knew I had to make up for this, but I could have chosen a little easier of a task.

"Deal. Be sure to bring some proof," Jerome said.

"What proof? I'll bring you back their rags and money or something, I guess," I said, just wanting to start. "I'll meet up with you guys when I'm done. Peace."

 

I headed for my house, thinking about how I should approach this. I decided to think: "What would CJ do?" I thought about it for awhile, and I decided to use the purple bandana hidden in my closet, put on some white clothes, and ride off to East LS, disguising myself as a Balla drug pusher. I got inside my house, changed clothes, grabbed my knife, and disguised some leaves in front of my house as marijuana. I put on some gloves, and I put the leaves in a small ziploc bag. I really didn't remember what the stuff looks like, but I hope this fools them long enough. Noticing my Dad had taken the car, I rode off on my bike, to East LS, to kill some Ballas.

 

Of course, I hid my bandana until I was out of Ganton, and after a nice relaxing ride, reached East Los Santos, which has been almost fully taken over by Ballas at this point. I walked my bike around with me, and walked slowly until I saw some purple. I saw several groups, but I didn't want to deal with three or more. After about 15 minutes, I finally saw a lone Balla, possibly waiting for someone, just standing near an alley. I figured he probably wanted drugs, so I walked over there.

 

"Looking for some of this?" I asked, carefully pulling the bag partially out of my sweater pocket.

"Hell yeah n*gga, let's get in the alley and do some dealin'," the Balla said, noticing he talked in an extremely high-pitched voice, so I upped mine a little to sound more 'Balla-like', I suppose.

"I ain't seen you around these streets before, when you get here?" the Balla asked.

"I'm B-Dup's little bro, Pinkeye," I told him, making the name up, and probably blowing my cover.

"Is that so? Alright then, show me what you got. First, let's get behind this dumpster, I don't want no attention," the Balla said. We ducked down behind it, and I knew this was my chance. I started to pull out the dope...

"Sh*t, police, run!" I said, not too loud, but I was able to make him look behind the dumpster. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulled out my knife, and, without thinking twice, sliced his throat. Blood gushed everywhere as the Balla held his neck, unable to scream. I picked him up, took off his rag, and picked his pockets (I know, I felt bad taking the money, but he won't be needing it where he's going). I threw him in the dumpster, and walked away quickly, feeling like total crap.

 

I took a left turn through the alley, then I heard a voice behind me.

"You selling some dope?" the voice asked.

"Yeah, want some?" I asked back.

"Hell yeah, get over here," the Balla said. I went over, cautiously checking for anyone watching.

"Show me what you got, b*tch," the Balla said. I really didn't appreciate being called a b*tch, but I held my anger, knowing I'll avenge for it soon enough. I pulled out the bag, and the Balla grabbed it.

"You call this sh*t do..." I cut him off, putting my arm over his mouth, and just slicing all over him as he was backed against the wall. I was finally a cold blooded killer, noticing my body getting some sort of rush from it. I kept stabbing, and after about twenty times, I stopped. I grabbed the money, he didn't have a rag so I just tore some of his bloody sweater off, and threw his body in the dumpster. I headed off for my final kill.

 

"What am I becoming?" I thought to myself. I honestly didn't know. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I got an adrenaline rush from stabbing the Balla. Murdering a person. I decided to wait until the final kill before I made assumptions on whether I was still a sane person. I walked around with my bike, until I found a Balla trying way too hard to look like a dealer, having his hands crossed and wearing purple everything. I walked over, showing the bag, and we walked over to the same alley. I showed him the 'dope', yet for some reason, he didn't notice it was fake.

"I'll take it," the Balla said. I couldn't believe it. I walked over to take the money, and before I could make a move, he had a knife to my throat.

 

"Ha, you thought I was a Balla, rookie?" the man asked.

"Yeah, I..." I stopped as I kicked my leg behind me, nailing him in the balls. We both drew out knifes, and I realized, he was doing the same thing I was. He was dressing up as a Balla to kill Ballas. That was weird.

"Wow, a better fighting Balla then I thought. Usually they're too drugged up to notice they've got a knife to they're neck," the man said.

"I ain't no f*cking Balla," I told him.

"Well, you're a drug dealer, that's all that really matters to me. I noticed you're trying to sell plants you can find out on people's lawns, what the f*ck are you doing?" The man asked.

"I'm killing Ballas, for personal reasons, and I ain't no damn drug dealer. Look, I have no reason to kill you, and you seemingly have no reason to kill me, so why don't we call a truce?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, I'm an undercover police officer, and now that you've found out, I'm gonna have to kill you. Prepared to die?" the man asked. That was freaky, and damn, he's one f*cked up person. I guess it's time to do battle, where no one wins anything, and the loser gets death.

 

We clashed our small little knives, and I kicked him square in the chest. He fell flat to the ground, but got right back up. I charged, but he ducked out of the way, causing me to flip over on my back. He slammed his knife down, trying to stab my face but I rolled over just in time. Getting up quickly, he had me trapped against a wall, but a quick kick to his shin changed that. He tried to keep his balance, but I stabbed him in the shoulder before he could recover. I pulled the now bloody knife out, the man began to limp away, and I didn't charge after him.

"Looks like I gotta bring out the heavy sh*t. Sorry 'bout your damn luck," he said, pulling a pistol out of his pocket. Before he was able to use it though, I threw my knife, knowing if I miss, I'd be pretty much dead. But my knife connected, tearing through the cop's neck. It stayed lodged in place, as he fell to his knees and still tried to shoot me, but his bullet was easily dodged. He fell to the ground, convulsing from his injury. I walked up to him and pulled my knife out, then slammed it in again, finishing the job. I hid the body, took his bandana and dipped it in some blood, grabbed his nice sum of money, finally the task was complete. I walked out of the alley with my bike, and rode as fast as I could home, pondering all the weird emotions I had never felt before this day, and trying to understand why: I want to do it all over again.

 

Number of words: 1439

Edited June 19, 2010 by donkeyfunker

[Landstalker]

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San Andreas

Bone County

Restrited Area - Underground

Unknown Time

Unknown Weather

 

San Andreas Army

Chapter three: Meeting old friends and a little flashback

 

Jason Flyll - Underground

 

I was feeling weird. General Manning, number XXVIII, me as number XXX, the stranger from the cell phone. I thought it was a messed up dream but it avered not when I woke up the next day. I woke up because I heard some strange noise. When I asked someone passing through the corridor, he said me it was some explosions. When I asked Djae who hapened to pass through, she told me bad news. All tunnels did exploded. There was no way out.

 

I then started to sing a song that my parents were singing to me when I was young to make me sleep. It was Japanese though.

 

"Ieyui

Nobomeno

Renmiri

Yojuyogo

Hasatekanae

Kutamae"

 

In english, it meant.

 

"Pray

Saviour

Dream

Child of Prayer

For all time

Bring us peace"

 

General Manning alias number XXVIII - Sherman Reservoir

 

I splashed into water and swam with the others to a boat. We stole it and got to the nearest dock. When we arrived we had a bad surprise...

 

Blackman - Los Santos

 

"Blackman?" asked Shell.

"Yes," I replied.

"Look at this," he said pointing a weird trap in the middle of the street.

"Let's go investigate it," I said to him trying to open the f*cking heavy trap.

"Let me help you," he said starting to help me.

 

It opened after a few tries. There was an old iron ladder wich didn't looked solid at all but we started to make our way down. When we got at the bottom, it seemed like a laboratory. We were about to explore when we heard some voices and footsteps. They were two soldiers so we took them out with a punch and took their uniforms and started to investigate. The uniforms were perfectly fitting us. The piece was all white. We opened a door and started to make our way through this labyrinth. We sneaked past through at least one hundred guards which was a lot.

 

A few hours later, we reached a tunnel. We entered it to see it was a big error since at the middle of it it exploded. By chance, Shell saw a ventilation shaft wich looked suspicious. I followed him right after I had the chance.

 

Jason Flyll - Underground

 

I was sleeping again when I heard some strange noise coming from what looked like a ventilation shaft. I pulled out my Desert Eagle and waited. The noise was approaching. Suddenly, two guys appeared from it.

 

"Who f*ck are you?" I asked pointing my gun at them.

"Relax... Wait! Are you Jason Flyll?" asked the first guy who entered my chamber.

"Yes, why?" I asked him.

"Don't shoot us, we are on a mission of gattering informations about the clan of the thirty.

"Would it happen that you are Gast Blackman?" I asked to the second guy getting a little flashback of him.

"Yes. It seems you remember me." he said still his hands up.

"You can put your hands down guys. I will not shoot or anything. How did you get in here guys?" I said to them.

"We were investigating a tunnel when it exploded and it hapened there was this ventilation shaft wich saved the life of each of us." they said at the same time with the same tone in their voice.

"You should stay in here..." I started to say when someone knocked at my door.

"Open the door. It is Djae!" she yelled at me.

"Ok! Ok!" I yelled at her.

 

I opened the door while the two others hided in the ventilation shaft. She tried to say something but she felled on the ground. Then, someone else appeared and....

Edited June 19, 2010 by Landstalker

[Build Up Your San Andreas Gang]

donkeyfunker~ No errors at all. I liked it. You now have 1439/3000 words. Continue the good job.

 

For your chapter, I will give you........................ $37

 

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