Man: "Alright Max, tell me, again why this happened. And this time, no screwing around! Tell me the truth!"
Max Payne: "What is it that you want to hear? That I'm psychotic, that I'm on a vendetta against the economy? I gave you my truth, and I have nothing else to say."
Indeed, Payne had explained this to the deputy chief several times in the past hour.
Man: "Your story is worthy of a genius criminal and it doesn't surprise me. I checked your records at the NYPD academy. Nearly perfect marks in every area. It's very unlucky, I suppose, that every witness capable of backing up your words has been killed. What a coincidence that the people of this so called Inner Circle have all been murdered, and that your man Alfred Woden was taken out in a drive by shooting shortly after your arrest."
The man said this sarcastically.
Max Payne: "There's plenty of evidence that Nicole Horne was guilty. Hack her P.C. and you should find a deluge of evidence."
Man: The Aisre building was searched top to bottom, and the computer you are talking about was scrapped when the radio mast fell off the building.
Max Payne: "Then dig up what's left of Cold Steel refinery. There's a Valkyr factory in the lower levels of that plant."
Valkyr was a hallucinogenic drug that has been newly manufactured and so far only found in New York County.
Man: "We sent in a team to investigate that factory, nothing is left of the place. You know what I find intriguing? Why you didn't just go to the police station about your partners murder. It's pretty suspicious that someone would run from the people they work for."
Max Payne: "Granted, but it's not exactly easy to talk it over with someone who has a Colt Commando stuck up your #$. Give me some time and I'll come up with more evidence."
Man: "You're not leaving this building! Wanna know what my evidence is!"
The man pulls out a stack of photographs, all with dead men on the ground.
Man: "TWO DEAD OFFICERS, A WRECKED CHOPPER, AND ENOUGH CADAVERS TO FILL THREE GRAVEYARDS! You try laying this bull# story on me, and what I think is really sick, is how you brought your family into this."
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Max began to feel a white-hot surge of anger.
Max Payne: "Shut up…"
Man: "They'd turn in their graves if they heard about how you used them as an alibi for your motivation in all this! SIT DOWN PAYNE!"
Max had risen from his chair. The guard cocked his gun. His expression was in the utmost fury, he felt violated, he felt murderous, and he hungered for vengeance. Terrible memories, like a flaring slideshow before his eyes went by. Bald men, intoxicated, insane and wielding handguns; an overturned crib. A door in a restroom that would not open, while a woman screamed in terror for help.
Man: "I said sit your #$ down!"
Guard: "Don't make me do it!"
However, Max couldn't hear them; he was consumed by his own emotions. Lightning cracked outside. The proximity of the bolts to the building was dangerously close. Max began to growl and grunt in fury. His silent anger shook the room. Then, a surge of electricity crackled and hissed around his very body, but it didn't seem to be hurting him. He flung his arms to both sides of his torso. With a mighty clang, his cuffs shattered, his elbows went down, and he curled his hands into fists, as if straining to free something from his body that had hidden inside him for so long. His eyes turned turquoise, like a blind mans eyes. And suddenly, his hair flickered. It had changed color for a second, to a golden yellow. His hair flickered on and off like this for five seconds.
Max Payne: "Grr! HEGH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHUUUUUULNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Max began to yell, but this wasn't in pain, but fury. And then his hair stopped flashing. His hair had grown to nearly a foot long, and spiked upward. A fire like yellow aura had grown around his body.
Man: "What are you? Some beast, a demon from Hell? WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? Shoot, shoot to kill!"
The guard began firing wildly at Max, but before the deluge of bullets came within a foot of him, he had disappeared. He reappeared behind the guard, who saw him, and fired again. This time the bullets hit him, but instead of penetrating his skin, they stopped on him as if they had hit a brick wall. Max surged his aura again, and the ruined bullets melted, and lay in a lead puddle on the floor. Max squinted his eyes and stared at the gun. The weapon burst into shrapnel. Max looked up at the ceiling and jumped. He went straight through the roof of the building, and hung in midair. He could fly. Then he pointed an opened hand at the building below him. A ball of yellow energy formed in his palm. He released it, and it flew like a missile at the building. The ball destroyed everything but the outer walls of the building, and exploded when it hit the ground. The walls flew outward in a gigantic explosion, and the twisted steel littered the streets below. It seemed that his hidden power erupted with an insane, uncontrollable evil that was not in his personality. The few people who had emerged from their homes after the snowstorm had subsided fled through the streets. One man stopped and looked at Max after he landed, curiously inspecting him.
Citizen: "Um, sir? I think you should see a doctor. It aint natural for someone to be all glowing all yeller'. Do you work at a nuclear plant?"
Max grabbed the man's arm and as he screamed in fear, was thrown like a Frisbee at awesome speed through a semi-truck's cargo container and straight into the Chrysler Building. The building began to crack free of it's supports and fell forward, smashing into oblivion while it's needle-like spire speared a second building and crushed the colliding side. Max once again moved in a flash to the center of the city. And with a sadistic grin on his face, he bellowed again, and a white pulse of energy flew from his entire body, and engulfed the entire city, laughing maniacally as his pulse of destruction worked its horrors...