Grand Theft Auto: The Revenge
Chapter 1: The Return
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Grand Theft Auto series; it is owned by RockStar and RockStar North.
Time/setting: It's the year 2005, in the summer. Currently, it takes place in a new city, "Parkland." May go to other cities, may not…haven't decided yet.
Warning: I suck at writing (I think so anyways), but I hope you can find a way to enjoy it. And I'm not sure when I'll get chapters up, don't expect it on a regular basis: I have school, basketball, and a bunch of other shit. So, just check back every now and again.
His name was Steven "Ruki" Lanark; he has been in the Parkland prison for five years now. Why was he put in? Murder, theft, and assault…those were the only ones they could charge him for. The twenty-six year old would have thought he would have gotten life, but it seems as if his old gang managed to pull some stings with the local P.D. Ruki got into the nearest taxi and simply said, "Velna Street."
With a quick nod, the cabbie driver turned on the meter and began to drive towards the destination. Ruki thought back, remembering how things went down five years prior. At the age of twenty-one, he and his older brother ran a small little gang with a few close friends. Wasn't anything major, until another gang showed up and began making trouble for Ruki and the others.
After The Slinger's showed up, things started to change for the worse. Murder, auto theft and gun battles seemed to be an everyday occurrence. The Velna Bro's stood no chance against the numbers and guns of The Slinger's, so they had to enlist the help of higher up gangs like the Yakuza and Russian Mafia.
The numbers were more even, and the Bro's were just about to import some hardware from Russia. AK-47's and enough ammo to take on a small army, it didn't come cheap but they Bro's were able to pay for it with drug deals and hit contracts. It should have been a simple pick up and retrieve for Ruki, but someone must have tipped off the cops because they were quickly on his tail, aiming to bring Ruki down.
The Caucasian male took the truck full of guns and parked in a small abandon warehouse ready to fight to the death. And that's what it almost came to, after three hours of bullets flying and bodies falling, Ruki was finally taken down; three shots to the shoulder, five to his right arm, and one in his chest. He spent the next few weeks in the hospital, and then was quickly transferred to the prison where he spent the next few years of his life.
Five years later, he's finally out of prison, ready to change his ways and turn good. The cab ride seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was only ten minutes. Ruki handed the cabbie his money and began his walk towards his home. Finally, after dreaming about it for so many nights, he would finally be able to see it, touch it and live inside of it.
He walked up the steps, a grin growing across his face as he came closer and closer to the door. He opened the door, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Ma? Bro? I'm home!"
Ruki waited, yet no one came. He half-expected a surprise party, he figured they might have forgot that it was today that it would be today that he got out. He shrugged his shoulders and dropped his bag and walked his old house, remembering both the good and bad times.
While wandering the house, something caught his eye, the color of crimson red. He turned his head, and all over the hallway mirror was smeared in blood; fresh. His eyes grew wide with fear, hoping that it was just sort of sick joke. He walked into the kitchen, and found a note on the table that read:
"Dear Steven,
It's about time you got out of jail boy, too bad you've missed too much. Velna Street is not what it used to be and the Bro's…disbanded or dead. Your brudder tried to keep them alive, but to no avail. Too bad for him. Now, I bet you're wondering, 'Where is everyone? And what's with the blood on the mirror?' Well my little friend, the answer is simple: The blood belongs to your dead mama, and your bro, he's currently keeping us company, not sure for how long. Until we get bored maybe.
Now, you're prob crying your little eyes out right now, and you want revenge, right? Well, if you ever wanna see your brudder alive again, you'll do as we say when we say it. We'll be giving you a call tomorrow, make sure your home, aight?"
Love,
The Slinger's."
Ruki's blue eyes filled with tears, he didn't want to believe what was said in the letter, but he couldn't risk not believing it. He crumpled the letter and threw it across the room, and began to scream at the top of his lungs, throwing anything he could get his hands on. Before he knew it, three hours had passed and his entire house was wrecked from top to bottom. His knuckles were bleeding, and a few pieces of glass sticking from it. He stood up, wiped is eyes and decided he had to do something. He had all night to figure something out.
"I've cried my tears, now it's time to make the streets flood with blood, but how?" he asked himself as he pulled the shards of glass from his knuckles and taping them up. He put on a tattered red t-shirt and baggy blue jean shorts. He kept his blue hair messy, too lazy to do anything with it.
"First things first…I gotta find some of the Bro's…"
End of Chapter 1!!!!
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