(AN: First, I don't own Grand Theft Auto or any of the characters from it. I do own the original characters that I created for this story along with the city Knaksa, OK. For those who aren't sure where the name Knaksa comes from… Well look at Tulsa OK and spell it backwards. All right, now look at Knaksa and spell it backwards. Good! That's cleared up. With a very few exceptions this won't have many of the known characters out of the GTAs which have already been released. I also want to say that Gazangas is actually borrowed from Metal Harbinger. With that said, let's get it started!)
Grand Theft Auto Knaksa
Chapter 1
The Prodigal Brother returns
Chester Thurman Walker, or CT for short smiled as he stepped out of the Terminal of Knaksa International Airport. The cold air of mid January whipped around him for a moment before the door closed to the airport itself. He walked a few feet until he was stopped by an overweight balding man in a brown and tan suit.
"One second sir we're required to another check," the airport security attendant stated.
"Why the hell are you doing another check?" CT asked obviously annoyed.
"Policy ever since the mayor decided to crack on the possibility of having terrorist enter the city. We have to do a check before you board and on after you get off. Okay looks like you aren't hiding anything too imposing in there. Move along," the airport security attendant said with a smirk.
"More than you got I'm sure you fat prick," CT muttered as he walked past the overweight and balding security attendant.
The moment he stepped outside CT felt relieved. It was a chance to have a fresh start on things. He looked at the city he had left over ten years ago and smirked for a moment. The last time he was here his mother had married some crooked police officer Brett Sanderson who ended up getting busted about two years ago after it came to light that he and four other officers were planting evidence on innocent people and getting them arrested for drug charges. The entire thing had caused CT to nearly bust a gut laughing especially after his mom had told him how he needed to be more like Brett and try to be honest.
The sound of a horn blaring caught CT's attention and he looked to see a large framed overweight man looking at him. He looked at his recently shaved head, grey eyes, and crooked smile and laughed out loud.
"CT, how the hell have you been?" Justin shouted toward him.
"Jesus H. Christ, Justin what the fuck happened to you?" CT asked as he looked over his brother for a moment.
"Yeah I know. Well the first thing that happened prick is I got married. Thanks so fuckin' for coming to the wedding," Justin said with a glare.
"Well congratulations then. I take it that you're happy at least?" CT asked as he walked toward the 92' beat up Rancher his brother had own before he left Knaksa.
"Thanks, but the wedding was six years ago asshole, but fuck it. Hell it's good to see you!" Justin said with a lopsided grin.
"Good to see you, and I'm surprised that you're still beating around in this damned old truck. I would have thought that you would have driven one of the two Patriots you told me about," CT said as he climbed into the old Rancher.
"Well, they're in the shop," Justin said as they drove away from the airport and headed down Memory street.
CT looked out the windows to see the wide and long, Gazangas, and Westland Mall roll past them. Slowly the sights and sounds of south Knaksa began to leave and the sights and sounds of North Knaksa started to make themselves known. The sound of a motorcycle neared them and CT looked out the window to see a member of the Ladrón Motorcycle Club, LMC for short, looking at them and then moving past them.
"Why the hell are we in North Knaksa?" CT asked.
"The Club is up this way," Justin said as they turned the corner and pulled up to a garage.
CT stepped out and looked around himself. He had seen plenty of shit holes in his time to know what one looked like, and he was standing in front of a massive one right now. Justin closed the garage door and walked toward the rusting metal steps which were part of a now broken down fire escape.
"Follow me brother," Justin said as he began to climb the stairs.
CT kept his mouth shut for several minutes until they reached a rusting steel door. He watched Justin push in a key and swear at it for several minutes before it turned and the both of them walked inside to a dark apartment.
"Justin, is that you?" a female voice with a heavy Spanish accent asked from somewhere out of sight.
"Yes, it's me Alejandra. I just got back from picking up my brother," Justin said.
A moment later a black headed blur came out of the back room and stomped up to Justin. Where Justin stood over six foot the woman standing in front of him couldn't have stood over four and half feet. She poked her finger out against his gut and pushed it forward.
"I thought that you said he came tomorrow! I had to run the bar by myself until Kyle came in, and then I didn't want to leave because you know how he is! On top of that your mother has called about twenty times asking for one of us to come over and take her to visit that crooked cop husband of hers!" she exclaimed before she turned and looked at CT.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked hotly.
"Nope, I'm just watching the free show," CT said with a smirk.
"Great… Another smartass. I married into a family of smartasses. I take it that you are CT? What the hell does CT stand for anyway?" she asked.
"It stands for Chester Thurman. He doesn't like to be called Chester," Justin said before CT hit him in the shoulder.
"Then here, by me at least, you're going to be called Chester, and if you try to punch me I promise you I will beat the living hell out of you," she said before she turned around and walked out of the room.
"Wow… you married that?" CT asked as Justin turned toward him.
"Alejandra is actually a very sweet woman most of the time," Justin said as he walked and then stomped on something which was crawling across the floor.
"Oh, that rat bastard of a landlord said that roaches are our fucking problem! If we want them out then we are going to have to pay for the exterminator!" Alejandra shouted from the other room.
"Well I can see who has the balls in the relationship. So did she take them on the wedding night, or did she wait until you both got home?" CT asked with a bark of laughter.
"Fuck you asshole. It's not like that at all," Justin said in defense.
"Sure it's not. She just screams at you because she's such a sweet woman with a cheery disposition."
CT looked around at the apartment and groaned. The place was a far cry from the penthouse Justin had told him about. The place was more or less clean, but there was several stains in the carpet, on the walls, and damned near everywhere else in the apartment. CT noticed the stickiness of the carpet as he walked and rolled his eyes.
"So, was everything you told me complete and total bullshit?"
"No, not everything. I do own a place. It's actually downstairs. Come on and I'll introduce you to Kyle," Justin said as the two of them walked through the front door of the apartment and climbed down an old worn set of stairs which creaked with every step.
"Justin, thank God man, why the hell did you let Alejandra take over the bar for? You know what she's like man. I can't run the bar right when she's starting in about every damned thing," a tall skinny blond headed white kid said from behind the bar.
"I had to pick up my brother from the airport. Kyle this is CT, CT this is Kyle," Justin said as the two of them neared the bar.
"Great to fucking meet you. Justin you know who is here," Kyle said as he motioned his head toward the office.
"Fuck me… What the hell is he doing here?" Justin asked as he walked toward the door of the office and opened it.
CT followed him and stepped inside to see a tall Latino in a business suit. The man had long hair which was braided and smelled slightly like fast food. CT watched as Justin took a seat behind the desk of the small office and the other gentleman smirked and took a seat as well.
"So, tell me Mr. Walker when can my employer expect to receive payment for the security he so generously provides?" the Latino gentleman asked as from across the desk.
"Security, what fucking security are you asking about? I was broken into and robbed at least three times last month alone!" Justin shouted before the gentleman raised an eyebrow.
"That's surprising because we heard no report of any breakins. Did you contact our office first before you called the police?"
"You know that I called the cops first," Justin said plainly.
"Then it is of no fault of ours. My employer told you before that if you are broke into then you must contact him and he would deal with it. Bringing in an outside agency like the police only makes his job harder. I'm afraid that for making his job harder he's going to require that you pay an additional ten percent, and of course for shouting at me you will be required to pay an additional twenty percent. That's thirty percent more than you have been paying. I believe that brings our take of your gross income to forty percent. I believe that the amount we saw on your books the last time we looked was around thirty thousand dollars. I believe that leaves you owing my employer somewhere in the neighborhood of twelve thousand dollars," the well dressed Latino man said with a smirk.
"I… I don't have that much. We haven't brought in thirty thousand in over a year! We barely made fifteen thousand in the last two months and that's barely paid the rent, our one employee, and that's it!" Justin said.
"Shame…" he said as he pulled out a Zit Tap-Tat and the sound of a chirp sounded from the phone.
"Joe, Mr. Walker doesn't have the boss' money. Please give an example of why he needs to get it soon,"
Justin started to stand, but the Latino stood up before him and pulled out a Glock 22 RTF2, and held it on Justin.
"Please sit,"
CT moved toward the Latino and his action caused the Latino to turn the handgun toward him.
"I had almost forgot about you. I believe that it would be best if you take a seat as well,"
Understanding that the man obviously had no problem with shooting him and since he didn't have any guns on his own person CT sat down in a hard wooden chair. A moment later the sound of glass breaking outside got their attention and the representive of Justin's security supplier stood and backed up.
"The next time I am quite certain that Mr. Masseria will not want us to stop with simply smashing a few windows. He may insist that we burn your business down to the foundation," the well dressed man said before he turned and left.
"Justin who the fuck is that and what the fuck is going on?" CT asked.
"That's Carlos Ramírez and he works for Antonio Masseria," Justin said before he looked at the damage.
"Antonio Masseria… Wait a fucking minute are you telling me that the mafia is running a protection racket on you?" CT exclaimed.
"Not completely… I went in debt a while back. The business wasn't doing too good and I needed to make ends meet. I tried a loan at the bank, but the bastards said my business was too much of a risk. I had to borrow the money from somewhere, and eventually I got a loan for what I needed from Masseria through one of his loan offices," Justin admitted.
"Why the hell did you need a loan in the first place?" CT asked.
"It doesn't matter alright. It doesn't fucking matter. Fuck look at this mess," Justin said as he looked at the smashed window and several bottles of liquor smashed open.
"Kyle, where the hell is the tip jar?" Justin asked.
"I don't know I was too damned busy trying to hide while someone was smashing shit around me!" Kyle shouted
"Who was in here before they began smashing shit?" Justin asked.
"It was mainly our regulars and of course there was George Roberts. You know he freaks out most of the other people who come in here. He almost always smells like shit, and then he acts like an asshole. If anyone stole the damned tip jar it has to be him," Kyle said.
"Fuck… CT, I hate to ask but would you mind going and getting the tip jar back. Maybe you can also convince George not to come back here anymore," Justin asked.
"Wait just a fucking minute. I just got back from Vice City man. Maybe I don't feel like chasing down some meth head who stole a couple of bucks," CT said.
"Look man, I'm your brother, your fucking brother, and I'm asking for help. So please, please man go after the asshole," Justin pleaded.
"Alright, fine. What are you going to give me for handling it?" CT asked.
"You're kidding right? I just got my place smashed up. I don't have anything to give you," Justin said and quickly thought for a moment. "George has an amazing looking Dukes. Last I saw it was beautiful. It's a 1970 model chrome wheels, cherry red and pearl white paint, and one hell of a sound system. Take care of this for me and the car is yours."
The idea of getting his hands on a Dukes was far too tempting and finally CT nodded.
"Alright, where does the son of a bitch live?" CT asked.
"I don't know, but I've heard that he hangs out at the port of Knaksa. That would be the place to find him. More than likely he'll be in his car," Kyle said.
"Okay, and what does the son of a bitch look like?" CT asked.
Justin answered by handing him a cell phone. The old cell phone had a camera on it and had taken a picture of a scrawny little meth head with black hair, sunken green eyes, and a mouth full of broken teeth. CT looked at the picture and then at them and nodded.
"Fine," he said as he started to walk out the door and stopped to pick up a crowbar that had been used to smash the windows and the bottles of liquor.
CT stepped out onto the street and looked around him for a moment. He noticed a rusted 85' Uranus sitting parked against the curb and walked toward it. He reached back with the crowbar and smashed the passenger side window in and reached inside to unlock the car and then reached across to unlock the driver's door. He quickly walked around and got into the car and began working on the simplistic ignition wiring. Thoughts of how he had stole several similar cars for his former boss passed through his mind as the car started and he quickly jerked the floor shifter into drive. The small hatchback jerked forward and soon took off. CT turned on the radio to hear K'Rose the independent corporate country radio station. The sounds of Johnny Cash's Ring of fire coming to an end was interrupted by a far to giddy sounding woman.
"That was the original Man in Black playing Ring of fire! Woo, I tell ya, last night when Old Bucky finished with me I had my own ring of fire going on down south! Up next is a delightful song from Patsy Kline…" The far to peppy woman said before CT changed the radio station.
"Yeah, I don't want to hear Patsy Kline or anymore from your over energetic ass either. What kind of crap is there to listen to..." CT muttered to himself as he flipped through the stations before finally landing on one playing Enter Sandman by Metallica.
The song played as he neared the port of Knaksa and slowed to look for a red and white Dukes. He drove slower for a moment until finally he looked toward his right and a tall leggy red head walked toward him. She bent into the car and smiled a million dollar smile at him for a moment.
"Looking for a date hunny? I can help you out if you are," she said as her crystal blue eyes focused on his.
"Sure, I don't see reason not to enjoy myself a little. Climb in," CT said as she moved across the front of the car and climbed in beside him.
"The name's Dawn," Dawn said coyly.
"CT, an d I think that I want to find somewhere a little more private. I don't think that I want everyone to see what we're doing," CT said as he pulled the car toward a closed warehouse and moved it behind it.
A moment later he felt the velvety touch of Dawn's fingers move inside of the zipper of his pants and gently fish out his manhood.
"Oh, it's beautiful," she said as her head moved down and he felt the warmth of her mouth engulf him.
He leaned back and enjoyed Dawn's expert attention. A moment later she raised her head up and looked into his eyes. Her own crystal blue eyes staring deep into brown eyes. It almost felt as if she could see everything there was to know about him and he felt himself enter her again.
"Mmmm… Yeah, fuck me… come on baby and fuck me until Dawn comes with the dawn," she said softly.
CT moaned as he felt her rise and fall and the gentleness of the action began to give away to a more frantic need. She began fucking herself on him harder and harder until she came hard and he did a moment later. She slipped off of him and pulled a rubber he hadn't even felt her put on him off of his slowly deflating manhood.
"Baby, I'm going to be honest with you about something. I've rarely had a man or a woman who could make me cum like that. If I wasn't on the clock I would think seriously about taking you home and giving you a night you wouldn't ever forget," Dawn said with a confident, but soft voice.
CT felt himself almost blush for a moment and then thought about asking Dawn about George Roberts.
"Dawn do you mind if I ask you a question?" he asked as she adjusted her black leather miniskirt.
He watched as she slid her neon pink panties back up and a slight smile crossed her face.
"Darling you can ask Dawn anything. Especially since you fuck so damned good," she answered.
"Have you heard of a guy George Roberts? I'm looking for him because he needs to pay a debt he's racked up," CT said.
Dawn's pretty face soured slightly and her eyes narrowed quite a bit.
"Yeah I know him. He's a fucking runner. He tries to get us to put out and then he'll push us out of his car and take off like a striped ass ape or something. The only person who will fuck with him is Latisha. If you want to get the son of a bitch I bet that she would know where he is. She's normally about half a mile down the road from here. She doesn't dress all classy like I do, and she's a little thicker, so I don't think you'll have any trouble finding her," Dawn said as she crawled out of the small car.
"Thanks Dawn," CT said as she got out.
"No problem, just remember to give him one from me," Dawn said as CT pulled out from behind the warehouse and drove in the direction Dawn had provided him.
He turned the corner the road took and saw the back of a red and white Dukes ahead of him. He followed the car and watched as it pulled into a small convince store. A moment later he watched a scrawny little fuck get out of the car with hand gun. CT stopped the Uranus he had borrowed and waited. A moment later the sound of shots being fired from inside of the store erupted and he watched as the scrawny little fuck ran out. He saw the face of George Roberts and gunned the Uranus forward. George turned toward him and screamed as the car hit him and sent him flying into one of the cement pillars which was supposed to protect the fuel pumps from a car crashing into it. CT got out of the small car and walked toward the meth head who was lying on the ground groaning.
"Don't ever come back to Justin's bar. You hear me you worthless piece of shit?" CT asked as he slammed the crowbar down on George's right hand.
"Mother fucker!" George screamed as he raised the pistol he had somehow managed to hold on.
CT brought the crowbar back down on George's head embedding it into his skull and killing the meth head. CT bent down and took the pistol from George's hand. It was an old Smith & Wesson Model 17-3 .22 Revolver, and from what he could tell George had already spent all of the shells in it. He turned toward a white Smiley-Mart plastic shopping bag and opened it to quite a bit of cash. He quickly counted it and found that George had made off with around six hundred dollars before he ran. He walked over to the Dukes to find the keys still in the ignition and the engine still running. Smirking he climbed inside of the and felt the black leather seats engulf him.
"Damn I haven't been inside of a Dukes in a long time. At least doing this for Justin seems to be worth it," he thought as he backed the car up and started back toward Justin's.