Grand Theft Auto III

Disclaimer: Lets get this out of the way. I don't own GTA or anything about it, unfortunately, I just like the game, and thought I'd try to 'faithfully' scribe it down to a story.

A/N: Please read and reply, this isn't my first story, but it is the first time I've tried to 'novelise' something. Let me know what you think. I don't have time to finish this, so this is probably all I'm ever gonna do. Thanks. Also, for the record, I was planning to write about the missions, as well as the extras like the races and other jobs, as well as the kill frenzies and random killings in a dream sort of thing. I was also planning to tell the story of what happened to him as a confessional thing to Marie. I'm afraid it does get a bit complicated, I didn't get around to naming the guy so there's a lot of 'him' and 'he' that can get a bit confusing.

Part 1: Liberty City: Lay Low

The sentinel burned behind him. It was a charred, black mess that lay intertwined with the armoured car that they had been sat in. The light from the fire made patterns on the car in front of him. He turned to examine the sight behind him. Support struts had fallen on the bridge, making escape to Staunton Island impossible. His thoughts were interrupted by the other man that stood near him. He knew the guy to be 8 Ball, re-nouned for his talents with explosives.

"I know a place on the edge of the Red Light District where we can lay low," 8 Ball obviously knew what he was doing, "but my hands are all messed up so you better drive, brother." 8 Ball turned and got in the Kurma, the green paint flickered in the light of the flames. The street lights had been taken out.

He had no choice. 8 Ball was waiting for him, expecting him to act. He didn't know what time it was, but it was sometime after four am. He had no money, no weapons and only one way to escape. He knew that helping 8 Ball would land him in a web with whoever set up the attack on the car. The wail of sirens broke the silence. 8 Ball turned to him.

He turned and ran to the car, jumping in the seat in front of 8 Ball. Starting it, the radio jumped to life, it was set to Head, some awful music playing at full volume. He drove off. Reaching the end of the bridge, he went right into Chinatown. Despite the time of day, there were countless cars on the roads.

8 Ball was unimpressed, he made it known, "Come on man, speed up!" He kicked the seat.

He turned the radio down. "We can't go speedin', two guys in orange jump-suits, drivin' a stolen car from the scene of a crime, we wouldn't even make it to your hideout!"

8 Ball kept quiet. The man was right. As he said it, three police cars sped past. He simply gave directions to his new driver. "Here, right after the drugstore, yeah up there." They parked outside of Eddie's Garage. A quiet little corner on the edge of Red Light. 8 Ball immediately got out, "this is the place right here, lets get off the street and find a change of clothes."

Ten minutes later, and he was in a leather jacket. 8 Ball came out and gave him a key. "I know this guy, he's connected, his name's Luigi, me an' him go way back so i could probably get you some work. C'mon, let's get over there." Once again, 8 Ball got in the car and just waited.

This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't need to get pulled into the Mafia, or any of the gangs in Liberty, he needed to get to Staunton Island so he could find out where she went. This wasn't the time though, and he got in the car before 8 Ball got pissed off.

"C'mon, it's just in Red Light. You can use this place while you work for Luigi, just come in an' park up, Eddie won't be botherin' you, if ya know what I mean."

Once again following 8 Ball's instructions, he drove the car round to Luigi's, a small club. It was lighter now, the sun was just starting to come up, but the club was draped in the shadow of the other buildings. He parked the car half on the sidewalk, and they both got out.

"Let's go round back." They went round, the tradesman's entrance to the club. "Wait here man while I talk to Luigi," 8 Ball just opened the door and walked in. This was crazy shit. He didn't wanna be here, but he needed the money, and it sure beat mugging.

Suddenly a tall man came out. Obviously just a lackey, not anyone important. He had seen enough to know that this guy was all talk, nothing to be afraid of. He turned and held the door open. A shorter man came though, "one of my girls needs a ride, so grab a car and pick up Misty from the clinic. Then bring here back here. Remember, no-one messes with my girls! So keep your hands on the wheel!" he looked pissed, this had obviously happened before. He was surprised though, that this man was trusting him, after never even seeing him before, "if you don't mess this up, maybe there's more work for you," great, suddenly he'd been pulled into the Mafia world, somewhere he didn't want to be, "now get outta here!"

The man stepped back inside, as did his associate. He was left alone in the back alley. Turning to leave, he saw that the sun was out and it shone down on the car. The bright reflections hurting his eyes. He jumped back into the Kurma, several horns blasting at him for parking on the road, and screeched it around so it was facing the other way. The Kurma was one of the better cars for this sort of action.

After passing several sets of lights, which all turned red as he got to them, he finally turned onto Portland view, the hospital in sight. It was within walking distance of Luigi's, she could have walked back herself. Cutting across the road, he parked outside the hospital and stopped in front of Misty. He rolled down the window, "Luigi sent me, get in," and with that, she did. He was surprised, she had never seen him before, yet she seemed to trust him, for all she knew, he could be from a rival gang.

Sitting behind him, she introduced herself, "hi, I'm Misty," he turned the car again, speeding off into Saint Marks's and Chinatown. It was clear when he entered the Red Light District, sex shops marked the border. This was Mafia country, a dangerous place to be.

One of Luigi's men was stood outside. Misty recognised him and jumped out the car. The bodyguard bent down to the window to talk to him "Luigi wanted me to give you this," it was $1500, not bad for driving a car a handful of metres. "He said to come back if you want more work." And with that, he turned and followed Misty round the back of the club.

He drove off, straight down the road into Hepburn Heights and then left. The road was just to the right of the garage, and it was a right turn only, looking left & right, he saw no cops and decided to rush forward, spinning the car around, over the grass and drove up the little ramp, parking the car in the garage before entering the room. He needed sleep, the cops often moved prisoners at night, and he hadn't slept in ages.

He knew that over the coming weeks, he wouldn't much sleep at all.