When I Was Young And Stupid: A Max Payne Fanfic/Story Expansion.
Chapter 1: The Night The Payne Started
Hello ladies and gentleman, I am as what you call me, the stupid lowlife bum who drinks at bars all day, the main circus act who feels sorry for himself, balancing a glass of brandy on the rocks on his sorry head, and a thick line of painkillers as their unstable tightrope. Well, what else could I do, my life was a out of control downward spiral, rippling me inward, ever since I was 13 years of age, when I was young and stupid.
1975, Manhattan, New York 3:00 PM
At the time, my parents were expired, which threw me down, I was at the moment residing with my grandparents, my old folks as dad used to call em. That isnt the point here, let me get to the point. There was a woman I met,her name was Alyssa, my first true love, you know, not like the elementary hold hands and tell others friends type "lovey lovey bullshit", the take you out and propose type of love. She had the most georgeous brown hair, eyes that sparkled more than a lit fuse out of looney tunes, the cutest of voices, and a heart that no vodka or bullet can beat, she was a keeper. As this little story of romancing continues, I walked her home from school. it was 3 PM, cold and cloudy as my life, and it was raining devil's pitchforks, that day couldn't get any worse, or so I thought.
Eventually, while me and Alyssa were walking down the screeching wet street, a man stopped us, he wasn't asking for no sympathy either. The gun gave that hormone off. Judging by his disoriented face and black veins in his arms, the cash he wanted was going to go to his own "personal funding", in order to get me to pay the piper, he snatched Alyssa. Now the barrel was at her, I had to make a move and fast. Before my mind could get to it's senses, he ripped her shirt open, "Give me your money now or I will have a little fun with your lady friend!" as a child, I was ignorant, the smartest thing to do in my train of thought was to run towards him, a bullet in the leg later, i'd be regretting that careless decision. The script flipped as he shot Alyssa in the chest, presumably in the right breast, she only had a few minutes before she left me, for good. Another great example of why all bad events in my life were centered around rainfall, as if god loved to play with my fucking puppet strings, like I say, if god exists, then he is an asshole. The final kiss of her lips were divine, as the moment was cut off by an ambulance, my bringer of death. Like every woman I loved in my life, I witnessed them die before my eyes, just goes to show, dont get attached to anyone.
Brazil, After The Branco Buisness, January 2013, 7:34 PM
I was spending my downtime terribly, I was done with the same ol' same ol' ritual, a bottle of gin in my righty, a carton of death sticks in front, and a bottle of pain relievers in the lefty, I tried something else, a gun in my mouth. I was ready to end it all, to live with my loved ones, I was ready for my own personal happiness in the darker abyss than what I am in now. Michelle, Rose, I was finally going to be with them again, forever, in eternity. I felt the trigger about to take my lights out, as I heard a knock on the door...
To be continued in Chapter 2: The Reunion Of Tragedy And Guns