Life and work of Claude Speed
A fanfiction by The Last Gamer
Summary: Isn't the title explicit? Claude Speed, from San Fierro, SA, the complete story of his crime career… and life, as told by himself.
Disclaimer: Grand Theft Auto III, Grand Theft Auto San Andreas, the Grand Theft Auto franchise, third era and characters are property of Rockstar Games and DMA Design, today known as Rockstar North. This fanfiction and its contents are of my property.
Chapter One: Childhood and Races
My name is Claude Speed. Many of you should have heard of me, I don't know, robberies, vehicle jacking, multiple rampages… and so on. I am, truly, a man of few words. Many believe I am mute. Few have heard my voice. This is the story of my life, the story of my rise, fall and stability. This is my pass through the cold world I have been living in.
I was born in San Fierro, San Andreas, in January 21st, 1974. My family, the Speed family, was at the moment one of the most wealthy and powerful families in San Fierro. My father worked as a business man for the ZIP company all over the country. My mother was a nurse at San Fierro's General Hospital. And I was the only child born and raised. As far as I can remember, we used to live in Calton Heights. I'm from American (by my father) and French (my mother) lineage. She gave me my grandfather's name, and my father liked that idea. Maybe that is the first memory I have before my father disappeared.
It was a cold, rainy night. He came into our house, threw off his suitcase, and shouted at my mother when she asked him what was wrong. After that, a fight, me hiding in the shadows and finally my father packing up his clothes and stuff into a trunk. He left the house hitting hard the door, and I came to ask mother what had just happened.
- Nothing, Claude. Your father has gone to one of those business trips he regularly does…
- But why did he hit you? He shouldn't have done that!
Maybe I was too young to understand the situation. Maybe not. But you have to realize that you cannot hide that from even a little boy. She started crying and, somehow, I understood that I was meant to support her in these hard times that started to overshadow our past.
- Claude, I want to tell you something.
- What is it, mom?
- Do you remember your grandfather?
- Yes! You told me, when we visited his home, that he used to be a sailor in his young days.
- And you shall remember his name is same as yours.
- And what was that you wanted to tell me?
- When your… - She paused herself a little. – father and me had you, we decided to give you the same name as your grandfather, because he used to be a brave, strong man. You have to understand that I need, more now than any other time, that you have to be brave and strong as your grandfather used to be in his younger days.
Two tears popped out of her eyes as she said the last sentence, with a broken smile, and a sad look on her face. I hugged her hard, to make her understand that she could count on me. By that time, I was seven years old. Now that I remember my silent promise, I'm truly sorry I couldn't keep it.
Time passed. I studied hard and my mother sold our house and the remains of my father's things to gain money. That's when an uncle of mine died and he left us an old Xoomer Gas Station in Doherty, where he used to live the last years of his life. When an earthquake shook San Fierro in 1989, I was told in school that my mother had died. I left school at the age of 15, and as I grew interested in cars, I discovered street races. The police would try to stop us, but I was (as classified by some of my friends) a gifted wheelman. There's some point when I was very deep in street races, that an invitation of the Triads came to my residence. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and I wouldn't waste it…
AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK, so this is my first fanfic, I'll be updating as soon as possible, but with long periods of time, due to school and family. My Word says I've written 781 words by the time. What if you leave a few words of review?