Author's Note:
PLEASE READ THIS. This story is the sequel to my previous Grand Theft Auto story, Far From Over. That story is a sequel to my first story, To Live And Die. If you haven't read either story please make sure to back track and read those before going onto this one. If you have read those two, thank you! I'm sorry for any emotional drama I've caused due to last chapters ending or the feeling of last chapter but prepare because in this one our beloved favorites face a turn for the worst. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Alex ran up to an abandoned house and looked around. He was extremely tired but he couldn't stop moving. Cop cars were right behind him and the sounds of sirens rang in his ear. He stormed into the house and looked around, seeing it was completely empty but extremely creaky. Every step he took the wood floor would squeak under his weight. That didn't stop him though, he ran around the house, opening every door, looking for anything useful.
"Fuck fuck fuck." Alex said to himself as he pulled open a closet door and saw a jug of gasoline sitting there. He looked back at the front door and saw two cop cars stop in front of the house. Alex quickly grabbed the jug and popped the top off of it. He then began to throw the gasoline all over the house, looking up every once in awhile to make sure the cops weren't coming. He saw the Chief of Police, Emma, waiting outside for the three other officers to get out of the cars.
"Now or never." Alex said to himself. He looked back and saw a backdoor to the house and began running for it. He quickly turned around when he reached the door and pulled out the pistol Alexa used to kill Mitchell. He closed his eyes and shot the gasoline, causing a fire to erupt around the house. He threw the pistol into the fire and then ran through the back door. As soon as he was out he was at the edge of a hill, and the momentum he had caused him to go down the hill, tumbling downwards as the house began to catch on fire behind him.
Alex eventually came to a stop when he fell into a bush on the hill. He was caught there, and decided to stay still and quiet until he knew the cops were leaving the area. He laid there, looking at the sky and a tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of what had happened just minutes ago.
"Welcome back boss." Alexa said with a wicked smile on her face as she sat across from Connor in the small limousine they had. Connor smiled at her and then looked to her right where Colton sat with his head hung. He had been staring at the floor since they pulled away from the airfield.
"Aw, are you alright Colton?" Connor asked.
"I'm going to kill you." Colton said, not looking up. A tear fell onto the carpet and Connor just laughed at him.
"Are you really going to make threats after what just happened. I don't know if you saw it, but Mitchell is dead! D. E. A. D. Dead!" Connor bragged, a smug smile across his face. Colton looked up, the fury in his eyes was something Connor had never seen before.
"Hit him. Go ahead." Alexa egged on, smiling.
"Yeah punch me. That's just another one of your pathetic friends dead Colton. Alex is probably being arrested by the police right now. There are two dead bodies back there that have his name all over it. He has the murder weapon, all the evidence points to him. So who should we kill? Carlos? Heath? Leo?"
"Fuck you!" Colton said.
"No no no. You do not speak to me like that. Driver, stop the car." Connor ordered. The car then pulled over onto the side of the road and Connor opened one of the doors. He got out and pulled Colton out with him once he was outside. Alexa followed the two, and one of their trucks pulled over to cover the three.
"What are you going to do to him?" Alexa asked.
"I'm going to make sure he knows who is boss around here." Connor said.
"Unless you have Morgan Madden in one of those vans, all I'm looking at is a corporate bitch." Colton said. Connor just smiled and cracked his neck. Colton felt the restraints on his hands be taken off and he rubbed his wrists, looking at Connor.
"Go ahead. One free shot Colton." Connor said, pointing at his chin. He put his hands behind his back and leaned forward, jutting out his chin for Colton. Colton quickly walked up to Connor and drew his arm back. Once he was about to swing he heard a gun being cocked. Colton looked back and saw three of Connor's men aiming pistols at him.
"Go ahead." Alexa said with a smile. Colton looked backed at her, seeing she had a golden gun aimed at his head. Colton lowered his fist and looked at the ground. He turned around and began walking back to the car but was knocked down when Connor punched him in the back of the head.
Connor then kicked Colton in the stomach, as his men joined in, all four of them kicking Colton's downed body. All Colton could do was curl up into a ball and cover his head, trying to reduce the damage down by their blows. Connor stuck his arms out and stopped his men. He then squatted down and looked at Colton who looked up at him. Connor grabbed a handful of Colton's hair and smiled.
"Learn who is really in charge bitch." Connor said as he pushed Colton's head into the dirt. He stood up and snapped his fingers while he walked back to the limousine, getting into it while Alexa stood outside waiting for Colton to be lifted up and tied up again. Once that was done, she pulled out a burlap sack and put it over Colton's head before shoving him into the car, and getting in with him.
Alex ran along the train tracks in Blaine County and was huffing and puffing by the time he was halfway from where he started. He looked back and saw that police cars were patrolling all the roads, looking for him. He sighed and started jogging again when all of a sudden he saw a small neighborhood to his right. Alex looked back at the cop car that was headed his way and he just shook his head. He bolted across the train track and towards the small neighborhood. He ran in front of a car that just stopped in front of him and the person inside flipped him off.
Alex looked back and saw that the cops were after him, sirens blaring now as they turned at the same place Alex did. Alex continued running and then turned down one of the streets, then hopped over a fence to one of the houses. He continued running into the person's backyard that he was at. Alex then dove inside a somewhat large dog house and backed up inside of it, able to hide in there.
The sirens seemed to fade away but he heard footsteps slowly coming his way, crunching against the rocks and dirt that made up this backyard. Alex slowed down his breathing so he wasn't too loud and saw two feet appear in the small window he could see out of.
"Can I help you?" the person outside the large dog house asked.
Emma and Frank stood outside of the now destroyed house. Fire fighters arrived on the scene and destroyed the raging flames that took over the place. Once it was safe to go in, Emma and Frank did so, looking around at the floor and walls for any type of clue the suspect could have left behind.
"Look at this." Frank said, lifting up a melted and destroyed gun with two fingers. Emma shook her head at it and looked around more.
"He burnt the prints away basically. He was smart about this." Emma said.
"Why didn't we just go after him once he set the house on fire?" Frank asked. Emma looked back at Frank and then opened up the closet door. The door fell off its hinges and dropped to the ground.
"We don't know if he even got away. He could've burned alive in here for all we know." Emma said, looking around the closet. She sighed and turned away as a large black van pulled up outside the burnt house.
"Who's that?" Frank asked as the two began walking outside where Emma's other officers were waiting. Two men exited the black van wearing all black suits and black sunglasses. The men took their glasses off at the same time and put them in their suit jacket pockets. The one on the driver's side was white with long black hair which was combed to the side. He had a gun holstered on his belt along with a badge.
His friend had the same badge and a gun holstered as well. His skin was a sort of olive color and the man was half white, half chinese. He had short black hair and blue eyes, which stuck out from his whole look.
"Abraham Dixon." the one next to the driver's seat said.
"Ethan Rhee." his friend said. Abraham took his badge off of his belt and held it up, walking over to Emma.
"We work with the FIB." Abraham said.
"Miss Grimes we'll be taking over three of your major investigations going on. You and your officers are free to work the cases but you must report to us." Ethan said, walking up next to Abraham.
"What cases might those be?" Emma asked, extremely annoyed.
"The case of Paul Madden's death. The Most Wanted list that escaped from prison…" Abraham said, turning to look at Ethan.
"And this specific case that you are working on right now. The death of Mitchell Spruce." Ethan finished. Emma stared at the two, a fit of rage burning up inside of her.