Gang Welfare: by spikestrife
Prologue: My Story

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Final Fantasy VII except a copy of the game that I play on my ever so faithful PS2. I also don't own anything from Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, in case you're wondering… which you probably aren't.

Note: - Hey everyone. Looks like I'm back with another fic. This one is really only a side project that I will be working on while I play San Andreas, so it may be a while between updates. I'm rating this fic 'R' because of the violence, language, adult scenes and drug content in this. I hope that ain't too extreme for you. If it ain't, hope you like this fic.

My life is a bit like a roller coaster. Just as soon as I thought I was rising up to the top, I'd take a steep plunge back down to the low-level. I just can't believe how it all started. The way in which I ended up in the ownership of the most reckless gang in Los Santos is crazy enough. What's remarkable is… that I'm actually still alive.

My story probably wouldn't be exciting to any gangster, as they each go through the same thing everyday. Well… pretty close to it anyway.

I didn't start as a gangster… oh no… I despised them back when I lived the high life. Big mansion, fine clothes, and home schooling were some of the pleasures I was able to experience. Money came rolling in by the ton each day, with my father being a very important government official. My mother was caring person, and I idolised her for that. I've lost my idol now that she's gone.

I hated the fact of being a gangster when I first came to the streets. I had always viewed them as spineless, heartless, disease-ridden killers who probably couldn't spell their own name because of the way the skived school everyday. Truthfully… I was very surprised to find that some of them were not only quite intelligent, but they were very wise and courageous. It's thanks to those some… that I'm here to tell you this now.

It was nightfall, the most dangerous time to be on the streets in Los Santos. The usual sounds of gunfire and loud music could be heard from a distance, and an uneasy atmosphere filled the near-empty streets. It was the same every night. People would cautiously keep turning round to make sure they weren't going to be mugged, and gang members carried guns in their jackets, being wary of a possible drive-by. It was an ordinary night in this town.

Tifa Lockhart sighed as she stared out the window, dressed in a small violet chemise. She watched the streets as a young couple walked by her mansion, their arms locked and the girl's head lying on her boyfriends shoulder. Tifa sighed again and climbed back into the comfort of her bed. She wrapped the silk sheets around her body and tried to block out the noise from outside.

She hated this place. The continuous sirens of the police, trying to catch the scum in the area, were driving her crazy. It was the same every night. She could barely sleep in these conditions. She often wondered what made gangsters become what they are. Was it pride? Or was it because they didn't have much choice? She honestly didn't care one way or the other, as long as they stayed out of her life.

As she shut her eyes, a blare of music from outside made her clamp her hands to her ears. She stood up angrily and walked to her window, planning to open it and scream to the people below.

But she didn't get the chance. She soon heard several bullet shots and the smashing of a window downstairs. She watched has five gangsters, each on a motorbike, pulled up outside her home. She couldn't see their faces because of how dark it was, but she could make out the bright red clothing they wore. She watched in horror as one of them pulled out, what looked like, a petrol bomb. He swiftly lit it and threw it into the smashed window.

Tifa screamed as she felt the floor shake angrily and a loud explosion came from the room below her. Several more explosions came from different areas of the house, and Tifa eventually felt tremendous heat being issued from downstairs. Realisation hit her like a speeding car. The house was burning down.

She quickly ran over to her dresser and hurriedly changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She started to choke from the smoke that was entering her room. She made for the door and opened it. But she instantly leapt back and screamed louder than before, as flames blasted through the hallway and scorched everything in its path. The smoke was beginning to make her drowsy and she soon collapsed from the intense heat of the flames.

As Tifa lay unconscious, another biker outside pulled up to her house. The man pulled of his helmet and gasped. Flames were bursting out of the windows and he was pretty sure that he had heard a scream from inside. He jumped of his motorcycle and dashed into the house.

As soon as he entered it, he shielded his eyes from the fire. The heat was incredible, and the thick loud of smoke quickly made him lose his breathe and start to choke. He squinted into each room, trying to find the person he was sure was still in here, but couldn't find any. He soon came to a set of stairs and clambered up them. He started forward but immediately recoiled as the roof started to collapse, barely missing him. He leapt over the pieces of fallen structure and continued his search

Tifa slowly opened her heavy eyes and took in her surroundings. According to her viewing angle, she was lying on her back. She heard someone shouting, but it was very distant. She could tell that it was masculine, and she prayed that it was someone who was going to help.

As she felt herself slipping out of consciousness again, she felt someone lift her up. The last thing she saw was a pair of shining blue eyes as the blackness took her.

This was very short and very rushed but it is only the prologue, main chapters will be bigger. So guys review and tell me what you think. If anyone can guess the mission I got this idea from in San Andreas, you can get a pat on the back :D

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