Sorry for the long delay on this chapter guys, I've been preoccupied recently and I promise to try and release these chapters a little more often. Again, I
apologize for the absence.
-AC-
The black Emperor begins to pull into the driveway of the Cerveza Heights Medical Center, the closest hospital to the McReary household. In the back seat,
Derrick begins coughing up vast amounts of blood onto the seats, Niko looks at Patrick.
"Packie, come on man!" Niko says to him "Tell your brother to cough somewhere not on the seats, OK?"
"Niko, why don't you leave my brother alone, allright? He's already had enough trouble as it is!" Patrick responds sharply.
Niko parks the car on a curb and exits the driver seat and approaches the back seat of the car, Niko pulls open the door and pulls Derrick toward him. Roman
quickly exits his seat in the back of the car and rushes to help Niko carry Derrick in. Patrick stands there staring and left wondering what will happen to his
dickhead of a brother. Niko and Roman, followed by Patrick, quickly carry Derrick through the sliding doors of the hospital ER waiting room. A doctor passing by
glances at Derrick and shakes his head and walks by with no care what-so-ever for him. Patrick frowns and grabs the doctor by his scrubs and stares at him
"You fuck'n look at my brother again like that, and I'll kill ya? GOT IT?!" The doctor nods as sweat drips from his forehead and is released by Patrick, he
stumbles to his feet and jogs out the door.
"Packie, you need to be more of a chill person" Roman says
"Yeah? Well you need to stop being a fat fuck'n pig. And what the fuck are you talk'n about? Niko told me the story of how you pissed your pants when you got
shot by them Russian bitches." Patrick responds
"NIKO! I THOUGHT WE'D NEVER TALK ABOUT THAT!?" Roman shouts at his cousin.
"Oh, shut up cousin. Honestly, you have to stop being such a bitch all the time, and Packie is right, you do need to lose some weight." Niko responds calmly.
"FUCK BOTH OF YOU" Roman snipingly responds.
After a few minutes of waiting, Derrick is taken into the ER by a team of doctors with surgical masks and everything. Niko, Roman and Patrick follow closely and
can see that Derrick is starting to die, just from hearing his violent coughing, bleeding of the mouth and eyes and his constant moaning. The door closes on the
operating room and Niko, Roman and Patrick are forced to wait in the waiting room. Patrick starts to cry a little as the fate of his brother is unknown to him and
the plague spreads even faster through Liberty City.
"This is Officer Cummings to dispatch, say again on that 9-1-1 call?" the officer says into the radio of his cruiser to the dispatch woman.
"I said that a citizen reported a man 'eating' another man's arm somewhere in south Bohan. I'm just telling you what I heard, Cummings."
"Right, tats what I thought I heard. Is this a prank call?" the officer responds
"Most likely, but if it is lets show this asshole not to fuck with the LCPD" the dispatcher says.
"I hear that. Send me the address on my computer and I'll get to it"
"Sent"
The officer flips the switch on his cruiser and activates his lights and sirens, he quickly accelerates down the bridge that connects Dukes to Bohan. He speeds
past the traffic at blistering speeds and hears the delightful citizens of Liberty City shout "DICK!" or "WATCH IT YOU FUCK'N SHIT!" as he passes by. For the
next 10 minutes he maneuvers his way through the tight streets of the slum that is Bohan and sees many familiar gang members throwing off gang signs and
staring the officer down.
"Better fuck'n cool it and leave me alone, punks" the officer says quietly to himself. He leaves one hand on his steering wheel with another gripped on the pistol
in his holster. Slowly, he brings the car to a halt on the side of the road near the location of the "prank" 9-1-1 call, which is in a nearby alleyway. He gets out of
his cruiser and slowly and cautiously walks down the alleyway, wary of a gang ambushing him in such a close space. In fear of this, Officer Cummings pulls out
his pistol in is right hand and he turns on a flashlight in his left hand. Then, Cummings sees blood smeared on the floor of the alleyway, he inches closer, then a
body. He kneels down next to the body and sees a cell phone gripped in one of its hands, he pulls it out and checks the call list and sees 9-1-1 has been called.
The prank caller was dead.
"Well fuck, I was hoping on showing this little shit a thing or two" the officer comments.
"Is that so, mutha fucka?" a deep voice says behind him. He turns around to see a group of three gang members staring him down with pistols in their hands.
The officer raises his pistol and points it at the gang members. "Just stay calm, bud. You don't want to end up dead, do ya?"
"Are you fucking stupid? There are three of us and only one of you! Stupid mother fucka, you are!" a gang member says.
Suddenly, the officer hears a moaning coming from the dead prankster, he glances over to the body.
"YO! BITCH, LOOK AT ME WHEN I'BE TALKIN!" the gang member says hostilely.
Suddenly, the dead body's hand grips the officer's body and drags pulls him to the ground, the body rises and pounces Officer Cummings and bites into his
stomach. Blood splatters everywhere and a large waterfall of blood streams from the wound as the attacker begins to rip open Cummings' stomach cavity.
"KILL ME!" Cummings shouts at the gang members. Then he passes out as his organs are ripped out. The dead man bites into one of his kidneys, blood
streams from his mouth.
"Yo, kill this crazy mother fucker!" a gang member shouts to the others. All of the gang members open fire on the man, he stumbles on the ground and lays
there for a few seconds, and he slowly rises again as if the bullets had no effect. The bullet holes just ooze a gory-red blood. The gang members run off
screaming upon seeing this, dropping their pistols in the getaway. The dead prankster continues his feast on Cummings' insides uninterrupted. A few hours
afterwards, Cummings rises with his intestines hanging from his ripped open wound and stumbles out into the street…