Tony Montana

Scarface: Part 2

Prologue: Fallen

I am Antonio Montana. I am a political prisoner from Cuba. I am a drug kingpin. I killed my best friend, Manolo, just because my sister married him. And I'm a coke junkie. I'm pretty fucked up. In fact, ever since I hit the high-point of my life, everything's been going down-fucking-hill.

I did business with a Colombian kingpin called Sosa. But the asshole wanted me to kill a woman and some children, just so I could off this other guy. I fucked up the job, and Sosa got royally pissed.

So then I in my mansion, knowing that Sosa's cockroaches are coming for me. But what do I do? I snort a mountain of yeyo, that's what. That's when my sister, Gina comes into the room. She try to shoot me, she so fucking crazy over me killing Manny. Well, just my luck (if you could call it that) that one of Sosa's hitmen appears in my open window with a machinegun and blows Gina away.

I couldn't take that, so I ran up to the fucker and got his gun, and tossed him out my window. He falls into my pool, and I unload on the asshole. I fire the whole fucking clip into him, knowing he dead already. And I see more of them coming. I dropped the gun and went back into my room. And I see my kid sister, lying up against a chair, blood all over her. She shouldn't have died like that.

Gunshots come from outside my doors. And then I hear Chi Chi, banging on the door, begging for me to open up. But I ignore him. I'm too angry at that fucker Sosa for sending these assholes and killing Gina. Then another gunshot, and I look up at my security cameras and see Chi Chi sliding down the door, staining it with blood, and hitmen gathering around it.

I wasn't gonna die like this. I get up and get out my favorite gun from a cabinet in the wall. An M-16 GL. I load it, sputtering crap about that motherfucker Sosa and his fucking hitmen. When I'm done, I lift up the gun and walk over to the door. I aim it at the door and shout out, "Say hello to my little friend!"

Then I fire the grenade launcher. The door explodes, pieces of shattered wood flying everywhere amidst the screams of the hitmen, the smell of gunpowder, and the cloud of smoke.

"Okay, you want more?" I demand, stepping forwards as the smoke clears. Sosa's men are lying on the ground, squirming. No fucking mercy, I think to myself, and fire the machinegun into their backs. I get out on the balcony and there's one getting away to my left, so I blast him and he go flying over the railing. Then I blow away some more guys to my right, and down the stairs. One bullet from a assault rifle hits me in my shoulder, and I let go of the M-16 with my right hand, but my left hand keeps firing. I kill the guy, and then look down at the foyer.

There's more of them coming in, so I open fire, killing a few, but I run out of bullets. I try to reload, but a bullet gets me in my shoulder. I fall down as a hail of bullets starts to rip apart the railing and the pillars, and I pull a dead hitman over me for protection while I reload, ignoring the growing pain in my shoulder. I finish reloading after a few seconds, stand up, and fire at them, before launching a grenade.

The explosion blows smoke and rubble everywhere, and I kill almost all of them.

"Go ahead!" I shout, as more make their way in. One trys to hide behind a statue, and I fire at him. I miss, but I still feel the satisfaction of knowing that I'm kicking their asses. But I guess I got too overconfident, because suddenly there's at least ten of them, all firing at once. One bullet hits my arm and I drop the machine gun. More bullets hit me more times than I can count in my arms and chest.

"Fuck you!" I scream as more searing hot bullets hit me. "I'll take all your fucking bullets!"

But suddenly, someone's shouting parrada, parrada! and then they all stop firing. I wonder what's going on, but I keep shouting that I'm gonna' take every bullet they fire at me. Then I feel something poke into my back. And then a deafening explosive crack. The worst pain I ever felt in my life strikes my lower back, and I scream in pain. And then I'm falling forwards, into the railing. It breaks and I fall off the balcony, slamming into the small pool of water at the bottom.

I realize all of the pain in my body, and can't move because of it. I know that I'm still alive, but the fucking hitmen must think I'm dead. I hold my breath underwater through all that pain, and see someone coming down the stairs out of the corner of my eye. It's the leader of Sosa's hit squad, that prick with the sunglasses. He's holding a smoking, double barrel shotgun. I can't believe I survived being hit by that.

They all start to leave through the front door, and that's when I make my move. I leap out of the water, ignoring the pain as best I can, and fall onto my stomach. I reach for the assault rifle by the nearest dead hitman, just as Sosa's men spin around. And I fire.

My shots hit two guys in the chest, and the leader ducks outside. I'm low enough to the ground to be a hard to hit target, and I quickly kill all the hitmen in the doorway.

Then the assault rifle runs out. The leader appears again, walking towards me slowly, reloading his shotgun. I get up and stagger up my stairs, back into my office. I expect the hitman to try to run after me, but he's still slowly walking, that expressionless face showing no signs of exhaustion.

I get back in my office, picking up my M-16 GL on the way, and fall onto my desk. My vision getting all blurry right now, and the pain in my fucking back ain't helping. I reach for more clips and a grenade, and then I turn around, trying to stay awake. I gonna' take that fucking hitman down.

I reload the gun, and then I look up and see the hitman standing in the door. He fires his shotgun, but it hits my desk, and a few pellets blast through, going through my legs. I fall down behind the desk, and then open fire through it. I can't tell if I'm hitting him or not, I just keep firing. And then I roll out from the desk and fire the grenade.

All I see is the smoke, and I wait to see if the fucking hitman's corpse is there, but it's not, even after the smoke clears. And then he's there again, reloading that fucking shotgun. The M-16 GL is out. I drop it, and then remember the pistol I still got in my suit. I reach in and pull it out, aim, and fire, just as the hitman sees what I'm doing.

My shot grazes the side of the hitman's head, and he drops the shotgun, falling backwards. He hits the ground, and I let out a small sigh of satisfaction.

Suddenly, I hear police sirens, see flashing blue lights coming from outside my window. I not gonna' get caught by the fucking police, so I crawl over to my window and fall out. I land in the bushes below, them taking my fall, and I pass out, my last thought being that I'm gonna' track that fucker Sosa down and make him pay.

Author's Note: Well, how was it? I put this section of the story in Tony's perspective, and it's supposed to be him telling the story like it's already happened. At some points however, it switches between the past tense and current tense (if current tense is a real term). This is because, with the way Tony talks, I figured that he'd keep switching the way he told the story. Anyway, from this point on, until the epilouge, the story will be written from a third-person viewpoint, seeing as how I find it easier to write that way. Anyways, please R&R!