DISCLAIMER: I do not own or have any direct or in-direct affiliation to Take-Two Interactive, it's subsidaries, including but not limited to Rockstar games and Rockstar North. I do not own the Grand Theft Auto Franchise or any characters, places, vehicles etc, created for the use of the franchise.
Prologue.
Never in many millennia, did I ever imagine it to come down to this. I stared my own brother in his eyes, his cold, dead eyes, as he aimed the barrel of his heavy-duty, semi-automatic Desert Eagle right at my heart. Here, as I stood, I asked myself the question - was I willing to wipe my brother, the last person who shared my flesh and blood away from existence? There seemed to be only one right answer, because we both knew, that if I didn't kill him, he would kill me. I had already had the blood of hundreds more men on my hands... his blood, would just be added to it. I had to wipe from my mind, everything we had shared, everything we had gone though, right there on the spot. But how could one bring himself to erase thirty-one years from his life? Well, regardless of how I planned on doing it... I had to do it. A sinister grin stretched upon his unfamiliar face,
"So? Are you going to stand there and take it without a fight, Kaden?" he asked me, "Because you and I both know that the more you struggle, the more I'm going to make it hurt. The second that you reach into your holster, I can clip you right in the knee and watch you hit the floor in a crippled heap." he said, waving the barrel of his pistol around and aiming it at my leg. I knew that he would indeed do it without hesitation. I needed to improvise somehow. In the holster strapped to my chest was my Jericho 941 pistol, however he was drawn, cocked and ready to fire. I examined the room the surrounded me, looking for perhaps something I could use to save me some time. "I'm not going to wait any longer, Kaden. You're silence speaks volumes and it tells me, that you're just about ready to die." I had to hold him off... but I was just about out of time. He began counting down from five. I was desperately scanning the office, there had to be something--four--I needed something, now--three--behind my visage, I was panicking, but I couldn't let him see that--two--that's it--two--it was now or never...
... one...
"It was good knowing you, Kaden."
Wait--I can't start from there. In order for you to know exactly why this is happening... I need to take you back to the beginning of my story.