Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
By: Aaron Gamemaster
A/N: I will be posting by missions. I am going to try to get everything (actions, dialogue) as close as possible to the game.
In the Beginning: In the Beginning
CJ lay in his bed at his apartment in Liberty City. Looking at the clock it said: 5:23 a.m. The room was light blue, the blinds closed, it was already warm outside. His bed was pushed up against the wall, next to the window. The room was comfortable, the ceiling fan cooling on upon his body.
For some reason, his dreams had been keeping him awake. He couldn't get to sleep. The phone rang. He picked up the phone on the nightstand next to his bed.
After five years on the east coast, it was time to go home.
"Sup?"
"Carl, it's Sweet."
"Sup Sweet, chu want?
"It's moms… she's dead bro."
The next thing Carl new he was packing his bags, and at Francis International Airport. The flight was calm, through the whole way through. Carl had a lot to ponder on the trip back home.
"Welcome to Los Santos Airport."
After he arrived at the familiar town, heat almost making him sweat, he got in a taxi. He was wearing weather appropriate blue jeans, and a white tank top. The taxi drove through various intersections, the sun was just coming up.
A cop siren pulled the taxi over.
Two officers got out of the car. Into a megaphone, an officer yelled, "Passenger, show us your hands."
CJ got out, with his hands behind his head, grunting a little bit. He knew this was coming. He slowly walked backwards.
"Stop. Now get down on your knees. Now on your stomach. There you go."
It was Tenpenny, Hernandez, and Pulaski. Corrupt cops, in a force called C.R.A.S.H. Nothing but trouble to CJ.
Hernandez (the Mexican), handcuffed CJ, and a wad of money out of his pocket.
Tenpenny (the black officer) said, "I'll take that Hernandez."
CJ quickly protested: "Hey, that's my paper man, that's money!"
Tenpenny enjoyed saying: "This is drug, money."
"My money man…"
Pulaski (the white officer) shouted, "Hey, don't worry about it, I'll fill it out later."
"Welcome home Carl. Glad to be back? You haven't forgotten about us have you boy?"
Carl, now frustrated, replied: "Hell no, Officer Tenpenny, I was just wonderin what took ya'll so long?"
"Get in the car." Tenpenny grabbed him, forcing him in.
"Ease up man, Damn!"
"Watch your head." Tenpenny slammed Carl's head into the car as he pushed him into the back seat. Everyone started to laugh. "Oh! My bad."
Everyone started to get in the police car. He yelled to the taxi driver: "Get out here you grease ball bastard!" He then murmured to himself: "Stupid Mexican." Hernandez turned his head. "Oh, hey, sorry." he apologized.
The taxi started to drive off. "My bag! Hey man my bag!" The police car took off. A few minutes passed of silence, as CRASH drove CJ around.
His head felt slightly numb. What a bad day.
A conversation began:
"How you been Carl? How's your wonderful family?" said Tenpenny.
CJ replied "I'm here to bury my moms. You know that."
"Yeah, I guess I do." He hesitated, "So, what else got shakin' Carl?"
"Nothin, I live in Liberty City now. I'm clean. Legit."
"No, you ain't never been clean, Carl."
Pulaski suddenly said, "Well, what have we got here?" holding up a 9mm pistol.
"This is a weapon, Officer Pulaski, that was used to gun down a police officer, not ten minutes ago. Officer Pendelbury. A fine man, I might add. You work fast nigga." He had a tone (Tenpenny).
"You no I just got off the plane!" CJ yelled angrily.
"It's a good thing we found you. Retrieved the murder weapon." Pulaski explained.
"That ain't my gun!"
"Don't bullshit me Carl!" Tenpenny yelled.
"Yeah, don't bullshit him Carl!" Pulaski echoed. The car drove through residential streets… Ballas territory…
"What the fuck you want from me this time?"
"When we want you, we'll find you. In the meantime, try not to gun down any more officers of the law." Tenpenny threatened.
"You can't leave me here, this is Ballas country!"
"I thought you said you were innocent Carl? That you don't bang!" They turned into an alleyway, between houses. The radio came on.
"This is car 58, what?" Pulaski yelled into his radio.
The door opened, CJ was uncuffed, and shoved out the door, Tenpenny yelling, "See you around like a doughnut, Carl!"
In the background, Pulaski yelled: "Officer Pendelbury's down? We'll be right over."
CJ rolled along the ground for a few feet, slightly in pain.
Ah shit, here we go again. Worst place in the world. Rollin Heights Balla Country. I ain't represented Grove Street in five years, but the Ballas won't give a shit!
CJ hopped onto a nearby Cyan colored BMX bike. He rode it along the streets of Los Santos, the sun coming up. The day was just beginning, already about 70 degrees.
CJ rode by the trains tracks, turning left, he headed past a small park, over a bridge, and onto grove street. He must have been outta shape, as this tired him out.
Ah, Grove Street. Home. At least it was until I fucked everything up.
He rode up through his hood. Up to his large two story brown house, at the side of the street. He hopped off of his bike and walked into his house.