Disclaimer: I don't Rockstar Games or Rockstar North, nor do I own their characters. If you under 17, please don't read, this is rated M. Please don't be offended, this is just for fun.
This story takes place after beating San Andreas.
Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas Hellfire
Ch. 2
God damn its hot. Look at all these fucking bills. Damn. I'd need to rob a back to pay off all these. Can't ask Carl, that be to embarrassing.
"Knock, knock anyone home?"
"Hey what fuck? Who the fuck, are you? Why the fuck, are you in my house?"
"You have quite a mouth on you. Do you kiss your mom with that mouth? Oh wait no she's dead. Well I guess you could but that would be necrophilia, and if that is so…"
"Listen, Sweet, if you don't put that damn gun down I'll have this house repossessed, and have you sent to the nearest state prison were you will most likely get ass raped, or killed. Now put that gun down!!"
"Ok, ok. Fuck man who are you?"
"Names agent Brooks, now I am in a very big hurry. Now will you please tell me were your brother is?"
"He's dead jackass."
"I know, but I'm talking about the one busted his ass to get your ass out a prison. Have I rung any bells yet?!!"
"What do you want with Carl?"
"I need his help with a few things, now will you tell me where he is?"
"Alright already, he went to San Fierro. He's working at that chop shop of his. Probably working with Cesar."
"Finally, God damn, do you realize how long I've been trying to get some info on your brother? Well let me tell you a lot longer than I should have."
"Yay, whatever cracker. Now get the fuck out of my house."
"With pleasure, so long you trigger happy nut job. Oh, by the way, for helping me out here you should get a check in the mail in about a day or so. That should take care of those pesky bills for the next two years."
"What?"
"See you around."
What the hell was that all about? I just hope I didn't just get Carl killed for this.
Chapter two is done. Sorry for the wait. Will start chapter three soon.