Chapter 1

Los Santos.

A new beginning, where no one knew who he was.

A place where he could actually let loose and be himself without his family on his back, or people he has known his whole life trying to "guide" him.

It was time for him to make his own decisions! He was twenty-one!

All the way from Liberty City and ready for anything.

The view from the plane was beautiful and the landscape looked so full of opportunity!

Now he was waking out of the airport to meet Lamar, his contact, the voice of reason that told him about the life in LS.

Maybe, just maybe, this kid could really make something of hims-"Hey, nigga! I know that's yo ass in them bummy clothes from the east coast!" Lamar yelled abruptly, interrupting his thoughts of future success.

Martin looked toward the voice with a smug grin and responded with"That's why I came here! I need to dress for the money I'm about to get!"

Lamar walked from his car and dapped up Martin.

"But seriously, you need to get some local clothes if you want to do anything around here, but first you need some local money. Let's go." Lamar explained.

They walked over to his Emperor and got in. Lamar started the car and drove towards the highway downtown.

"Oh! Just remembered, I got something for ya in the glove box!" Lamar spoke excitedly.

Martin opened the glove box to find a 45. pistol with the look of a Beretta, common gun in LS.

"Nice, this clean, man?" Martin asked, hoping for a yes.

"Of course, and untraceable. A show of good faith to someone new in town." Lamar answered.

Lamar kept driving until they reached Vinewood. Lamar pulled into a parking lot with a few cars parked carelessly as if the owners didn't want them anymore.

After the got out of the car, Martin's features rally began to show. His skin had a light tan. His hair, thick and curly, brown yet combed back. Brown eyes. High cheekbones as well with a clean shave. His clothes were comprised of a black t-shirt, worn jeans, and black sneakers.

"Alright, what are we doing my friend?" Martin asked towards Lamar.

"Just a street race to get you acquainted with one of these throwaways."Lamar responded.

Now was the time to learn!

Although Martin knew how to drive, he had never been racing. "Who am I racing?" Martin asked, hoping for an easy win.

"Couple of fools that talk big but drive slow. Should be easy money." Lamar spoke.

The racers arrived, meanwhile Martin picked out a sedan. He was ready, the keys were in the glovebox, just waiting for a new driver.

FIVE MINUTES AND LATER

In the Parking lot of the San Fierro Pier, Martin awaited the rest of the racers. Lamar offered to pay the fee if Martin lost, Martin was taking the pot nonetheless (All racers put up $100).

As the last two competitor s arrived out of the four, Martin was on his phone texting Lamar about the good news and his share of the winnings as he paid the entry fee.

Lamar then called saying he had another, better paying opportunity.

"Hey, dog. Listen, My man, G said he needed someone new to the game to do some work for him. Just a clean hit on a drug deal between some Vagos and Ballas tryna get past their 'cultural differences' and the pay is good too." Lamar rambled on about the job.

"Alright, just gimme a few minutes to get acquainted with the tool I'm gonna be using." Martin said as he collected his winnings.

"Text me the location and I'll see what I can do." Martin spoke, feeling invicible from having the pistol.

Martin set up some empty cans and bottles in the parking lot so that he would have targets.

He then went back to his car and postured up, gun in had to aim.

He aimed.

Aimed a little longer...

and squeezed the trigger.

Click*

The safety was still on.

Martin never used a gun until now, he fought well hand-to-hand against the thugs in Liberty City, but never had a gun pulled on him.

He deactivated the safety, aimed again and fired. The shot went clear through a bottle, shattering it.

He fired again, this time at a can and the bullet grazed the side to leave the now deformed can spinning in a comedic fashion until it toppled over.

Finally, Martin decided that was enough practice. He reloaded the gun and checked his extra magazine. Everything was fully loaded. Extra bullets left him with forty-eight rounds.

He entered his cheap sedan and left the area, heading toward the drug deal.

It was evening now and the sun was almost set, leaving gorgeous hues of red, pink and orange across the sky as it faded into the night.

As Martin drove through the downtown area, he saw thugs, clubs, angry cops, and bad traffic. Already, he felt more welcome from how aggressive people were in this city.

He drove under a bridge, pulled over and exited his car, leaving it running incase of an emergency.

Across the street he could see an alley covered in graffiti, and two obvious gangbangers. One wearing yellow and the other wearing purple. He drew his gun and kept it behind his back.

Martin started walking across the street, fuming with anger as a way to look intimidating.

The guards saw him as he was halfway Across the street, unintimidated and decided to do their jobs.

"Hey, this area is for VIP's only tonight. Fuck off!" the one in purple spoke.

"Yeah, puto. Go beg at the bank in your trashy car!" the one in yellow continued.

Martin quickly raised his gun and leveld it at crotch level towards the one on his right, in the purple. He fired before anyone could react, surprising himself.

The shot landed in the Balla's gut, bringing him down while the Vagos thug panicked and reached for his own gun.

Martin immediately aimed his gun at him, using his offhand to steady his aim and fired twice into the wall.

The thug raised his hands, struggling to speak.

Martin steadied his aim at his throat and fired once more, killing the thug quickly.

The Ballas grunt was in shock and bleeding out, not a threat.

Martin reminded himself to remain calm and not waste bullets, then walked to the entrance of the alley.

He listened carefully and heard his enemies running.

He marched in and rounded the corner, gun raised and moving quickly.

He found two people left, one grabbing the drugs and the other grabbing a duffle bag full of cash.

Martin fired at the one grabbing the drugs, hitting his leg. The fool screamed and fell on his face. The one after the money tried to rush Martin to no avail, receiving three bullets in his chest.

Martin walked over to the screamer and stepped on his bad leg, breathed deep, and looked him in the eye.

"Would you kindly give me the drugs in your hands?" He asked.

The screamer held in his yells of pain and gave up what upon closer inspection appeared to be coke.

"Thank you" Martin spoke before firing once into his victim's heart.

He then went over to the one that was brave earlier and took the duffle bag of money. It was rather heavy, and quite a good sign about his recent life decisions.

He rushed back to his car and took of into Strawberry, the neighbouring area to avoid the incoming police. As he left the area, he heard more gunfire.

He looked around but saw no one firing.

Must be the first one I shot trying to fight for freedom, no loose ends then. The cops will handle him. Martin thought as he continued to meet Lamar's friend "G" so that they could split the loot.

As he got to his destination, he noticed the colore had changed from purple to green. Attitudes hadn't changed much however, so long as he didn't stir up any trouble.

Martin got to the apartment complex and left his car, taking the coke and money.

He entered to find Lamar waiting with a man who was heavyset and wearing a low brimmed hat to hide his face.

"Hello everyone, we got more than we bargained for tonight!" Martin exclaimed, excited about the money.

"Alright, Martin! Good to see you made it! Oh! This here is G, you can call him Gerald though." Lamar said, gesturing to the man in the hat.

"Yeah, it's good and all that you crashed the deal, but what did we get?" Gerald interrupted, wanting to get past the formalities.

"Enough to eat for a while!" Martin responded, placing the bag on the ground and opening it to reveal a large amount of money.

"Also, this is what I believe I was sent for originally." He said as he pulled the coke from his pocket.

"Waaaay more than expected, not bad." Gerald spoke surprised by the money AND drugs.

"Lets split this even." He continued, taking a third of the money, and all of the coke.

"Fine by me!" Martin said as he grabbed his third of the money and counting it to be three grand at least.

Lamar took his share, somehow quiet from the surprise of the money.

"Hey, here is my number, let me know when you need more work . There's always something going down." Gerald said as he handed his number to Martin. He then turned toward a door and entered the apartment.

"Nice man, and you said you never did stuff like this before. Take some of that money and get some new clothes though, I'm serious." Lamar spoke.

"Alright, but first I need to eat. Where can I get some food?" Martin asked, his hunger just hitting him. He ate on the flight over, yet he still needed dinner one way or another.

"I know a place in the area, I'll let people know your the new guy." Lamar answered

Martin really had a chance here to get somewhere, and something to eat. Being the new guy in town was gonna be good.