GTA: Innocence Forgotten
(Notes: Originally this chapter encompassed the events of 4 and 5, but I broke it in two, and described more in detail the first part of the chapter, being 4)
Chapter 4
Mad Drivers Anonymous
The cop car ride was dull and way too long, it was like I hoped we could get there faster.
After about 3 minutes of driving, I noticed the car. The car that would take me spiraling deeper into the rabbit hole.
It was a Cheetah, and by far faster then what we were in. The thing interesting about it, was that it seemed like it was following us. We started off slow, then it went slow. We took a turn, it took a turn. Soon we came to a red light.
The cop car slowly skidded to a halt, the Cheetah did too, it came to a stop in the lane to the left of us. I looked out the window, trying to scan into the Cheetah. Nothing, my gaze was sharply intercepted by the cars tinted black windows.
I slid into my seat, wondering what Lady Luck had for me next. Maybe if I was in her favor, we'd just get hit by a stray comet, or drive into a vortex of nothing. I mean, she'd given me such luck today.
The red light's sandglass was running out, and the cop fed a little juice to the engine. Seemed like a cocky bastard, the kind who takes bribes, has 25 grand more then a cop of his salary should, vacations in the Bahamas every year, I guess I had this guy figured.
Then the Cheetah made a daring move, it revved up, and spun to a stop in front of the cop car. The cop looked cautious, and picked up his radio.
"HQ, this is Sgt. Johnson, report of possible 10-92, 45th Street, off Main and South, requesting supporting cars. Repeat, requesting-"
The man's words were cut short, with a shotgun blast to the windshield. I saw the gunman in front of us, standing with an air of cool, calmer then a porcupine; all his daring and charm oozing out, without him even showing any emotion.
He wore a black leather jacket, under a hastily buttoned shirt. He wore cargo pants, and I could tell he was packing several guns.
The cop looked freaked out, he began to pull the car into reverse, in the process scraping against an Idaho. As the metal on metal crunched into each other, the Cop shifted back into Automatic, as he b-lined into the guy who fired the shots, whom I'd only come to know as the Guy.
The Guy looked freaked as well, but he seemed to be trained for the event. As the cop car hurdled towards him, he rolled to the left, still grasping his shotgun. He seemed pissed now, he aimed the shotgun to the windshield of the cop car.
The cop looked frantic, he probably wet himself at that moment. He next ducked, narrowly missing a hail of lead pellets, which cracked the window, side to side.
The cop decided he'd try to take this guy on, after all, reinforcements were on the way. He unlocked the doors- stupid move, he took out my door's lock on accident. I still had cuffs on though, it might not be smart to run out.
The cop pulled up his 9 millimeter Beretta, in it's black casing, barely used, nice and new, and lined it up with the Guy. The guy was 10 years faster though, he already had another hail of 12 gauge fury spraying at the cop. It hit him center mass, and sent the officer flying backwards, landing 5 feet from where he stood. The wounds on the officer were smoking with reddish black smoke. I knew this would be the time to get away as fast as my legs would carry me, no or nothing.
I forced open my door with my legs, then rolled out, starting into a dead sprint. I knew I was almost away, when I suddenly felt a bullet pierce my left leg. I screamed in agony, that bastard had shot me! It's positioning felt deliberate though, it just about grazed my leg instead of penetrating it. Running felt like trouble, so did standing, but I knew it would heal in little time at all.
I slowly turned around next, putting my hands up in the air.
"Alright! Just don't fire again! I'm cool!"
I limped over to the guy, as he hopped into his Cheetah. I then saw a head pop out the passenger side window, a Black male with a shaved head, he peered around, then brought his head back in, hopping out the car next.
The man had with him a small package. He quickly unwrapped it, his hands working magic over a clump of plastic like putty. He stuck wires and various apparatus' into the putty, then placed it onto the ground. Lastly, he connected an electronic device to one of the wires. He flicked the switch on it to the right, starting a red light to blink.
Next he called out to me.
"Get over here! You don't have much time until you end up as burnt as toast!"
I nodded, and hobbled over. When I came to the halfway, the man, who was wearing a baseball jacket and blue jeans as I'd first noticed, helped me over to the Cheetah.
"Back seat. Cramped, but you're not in the position to complain."
I simply nodded in agreement, and hobbled in, struggling to get in the back. After several sighs emanating from the Guy, I was in, and the adrenaline started to plummet. The black man hopped in next, and started to peer out his passenger side mirror.
I was able to catch a few glimpses too, while everything seemed to run into slow motion. 1 second goes by- the Cheetah's moving again. 2 seconds go by- in one smooth motion, the black male pulls another electronic device, with an antenna like feature protruding from it. He flips a button on it. 3 seconds- a red inferno billows out like wildfire from the plastic putty, sending a massive shockwave. I can see the nearby pedestrians faces, of horror and screaming, blood dripping through the air. 4 seconds pass- the explosions hits its prime, smoke starts to billow out of it, like a fortress has it's moat. Mangled bodies start to pile up. 5 seconds- we're away, behind us lies a mass of rubble and smoke.
I look back in shock one last time, then look at the black male who caused it.
"D... Damn... You know how to make things go boom..."
It was the most I could mutter, I'd never seen anything like that in person.
"Ya.. You could say that. Name's 8 Ball, this is my rather silent cohort." 8 Ball pointed to the Guy, who grunted back. "This aint really the time to explain my life's story, so let's just-"
The guy grunted, looked annoyed. He smirked, and said two words. "I'm driving."
8 Ball nodded. "Well, he speaks his mind. Let's let him do the wheeling."
I nodded, still confused. What had happened? Oh no, this wasn't the time to ponder, little did I know, I was in with Liberty City's baddest ass driver.
We screeched onto the Main Road in the Cheetah, as we weaved in and out of light traffic, nearly wrecking a Mafia Sentinel. We came onto the South Road, which went straight through the Staunton Park.
The Cheetah pulled over a small ramp, flew through the air, over the brick wall that enclosed Staunton Park. We landed with a loud and shock filled thud onto the park greens, 10 feet to the right of the South Road that led through.
We blazed on, then came back onto the path. Swerving and dodging, he tried his best to not hit pedestrians. Finally, the Sirens came on, now it was on. Yes, 5 chasing Cop Cars warrants the saying, It's on.
We surfed on the asphalt still, our surfboard that speedy Cheetah. IT weaved from one path to another, hitting a puppy dog. I felt sorry for it. 2 seconds later, I was back into reality. The Cheetah found itself 100 feet from an impassable barrier, in the form of a 75 degree incline hill. Hit it, hope we make it over a basketball court, or end up in steel wreckage and flames. Choices, choices, unfortanutely, they were in the hands of mad driver, who took road ragers to be wind up dolls that could eat real food and go to sleep for real.
Ya, I found the guy was legally insane for sure, as we were still speeding to the hill, in a straight path. I closed my eyes, and we hit the would be ramp.
The car soared through the air, time seemed to stand still, it was like it was moving 10 times slower. I felt myself peel back into my seat, unable to move from either gravity or fear. The Cheetah was flying, too bad this wasn't an airliner, I'd definitely be earning miles.
I heard the slow banter of gulls, then we were started on our descent. A creeping sound lurched across the bottom of the car, it was the last fence we had to cross. It tore it up, and we came down hard, pulling a front flip, ending up on the car's top.
The battered Cheetah was now in flames, yet we were back on the streets. Not the best place to be, I thought to myself. I must be the worlds crappiest Poker Player, because I'd somehow drawn a hand of ones again. And no, I couldn't bluff this out to be Aces, I'd just have to work with what I'd been dealt.
The guy pulled me out of the back of the car, I didn't remember what happened next. I sort of black out, my subconscious sang me a lullaby that I couldn't refuse. I drifted into the Sandman's grasps, as I felt me legs being slid across the pavement.
(Notes: Originally this chapter encompassed the events of 4 and 5, but I broke it in two, and described more in detail the first part of the chapter, being 4)
Chapter 4
Mad Drivers Anonymous
The cop car ride was dull and way too long, it was like I hoped we could get there faster.
After about 3 minutes of driving, I noticed the car. The car that would take me spiraling deeper into the rabbit hole.
It was a Cheetah, and by far faster then what we were in. The thing interesting about it, was that it seemed like it was following us. We started off slow, then it went slow. We took a turn, it took a turn. Soon we came to a red light.
The cop car slowly skidded to a halt, the Cheetah did too, it came to a stop in the lane to the left of us. I looked out the window, trying to scan into the Cheetah. Nothing, my gaze was sharply intercepted by the cars tinted black windows.
I slid into my seat, wondering what Lady Luck had for me next. Maybe if I was in her favor, we'd just get hit by a stray comet, or drive into a vortex of nothing. I mean, she'd given me such luck today.
The red light's sandglass was running out, and the cop fed a little juice to the engine. Seemed like a cocky bastard, the kind who takes bribes, has 25 grand more then a cop of his salary should, vacations in the Bahamas every year, I guess I had this guy figured.
Then the Cheetah made a daring move, it revved up, and spun to a stop in front of the cop car. The cop looked cautious, and picked up his radio.
"HQ, this is Sgt. Johnson, report of possible 10-92, 45th Street, off Main and South, requesting supporting cars. Repeat, requesting-"
The man's words were cut short, with a shotgun blast to the windshield. I saw the gunman in front of us, standing with an air of cool, calmer then a porcupine; all his daring and charm oozing out, without him even showing any emotion.
He wore a black leather jacket, under a hastily buttoned shirt. He wore cargo pants, and I could tell he was packing several guns.
The cop looked freaked out, he began to pull the car into reverse, in the process scraping against an Idaho. As the metal on metal crunched into each other, the Cop shifted back into Automatic, as he b-lined into the guy who fired the shots, whom I'd only come to know as the Guy.
The Guy looked freaked as well, but he seemed to be trained for the event. As the cop car hurdled towards him, he rolled to the left, still grasping his shotgun. He seemed pissed now, he aimed the shotgun to the windshield of the cop car.
The cop looked frantic, he probably wet himself at that moment. He next ducked, narrowly missing a hail of lead pellets, which cracked the window, side to side.
The cop decided he'd try to take this guy on, after all, reinforcements were on the way. He unlocked the doors- stupid move, he took out my door's lock on accident. I still had cuffs on though, it might not be smart to run out.
The cop pulled up his 9 millimeter Beretta, in it's black casing, barely used, nice and new, and lined it up with the Guy. The guy was 10 years faster though, he already had another hail of 12 gauge fury spraying at the cop. It hit him center mass, and sent the officer flying backwards, landing 5 feet from where he stood. The wounds on the officer were smoking with reddish black smoke. I knew this would be the time to get away as fast as my legs would carry me, no or nothing.
I forced open my door with my legs, then rolled out, starting into a dead sprint. I knew I was almost away, when I suddenly felt a bullet pierce my left leg. I screamed in agony, that bastard had shot me! It's positioning felt deliberate though, it just about grazed my leg instead of penetrating it. Running felt like trouble, so did standing, but I knew it would heal in little time at all.
I slowly turned around next, putting my hands up in the air.
"Alright! Just don't fire again! I'm cool!"
I limped over to the guy, as he hopped into his Cheetah. I then saw a head pop out the passenger side window, a Black male with a shaved head, he peered around, then brought his head back in, hopping out the car next.
The man had with him a small package. He quickly unwrapped it, his hands working magic over a clump of plastic like putty. He stuck wires and various apparatus' into the putty, then placed it onto the ground. Lastly, he connected an electronic device to one of the wires. He flicked the switch on it to the right, starting a red light to blink.
Next he called out to me.
"Get over here! You don't have much time until you end up as burnt as toast!"
I nodded, and hobbled over. When I came to the halfway, the man, who was wearing a baseball jacket and blue jeans as I'd first noticed, helped me over to the Cheetah.
"Back seat. Cramped, but you're not in the position to complain."
I simply nodded in agreement, and hobbled in, struggling to get in the back. After several sighs emanating from the Guy, I was in, and the adrenaline started to plummet. The black man hopped in next, and started to peer out his passenger side mirror.
I was able to catch a few glimpses too, while everything seemed to run into slow motion. 1 second goes by- the Cheetah's moving again. 2 seconds go by- in one smooth motion, the black male pulls another electronic device, with an antenna like feature protruding from it. He flips a button on it. 3 seconds- a red inferno billows out like wildfire from the plastic putty, sending a massive shockwave. I can see the nearby pedestrians faces, of horror and screaming, blood dripping through the air. 4 seconds pass- the explosions hits its prime, smoke starts to billow out of it, like a fortress has it's moat. Mangled bodies start to pile up. 5 seconds- we're away, behind us lies a mass of rubble and smoke.
I look back in shock one last time, then look at the black male who caused it.
"D... Damn... You know how to make things go boom..."
It was the most I could mutter, I'd never seen anything like that in person.
"Ya.. You could say that. Name's 8 Ball, this is my rather silent cohort." 8 Ball pointed to the Guy, who grunted back. "This aint really the time to explain my life's story, so let's just-"
The guy grunted, looked annoyed. He smirked, and said two words. "I'm driving."
8 Ball nodded. "Well, he speaks his mind. Let's let him do the wheeling."
I nodded, still confused. What had happened? Oh no, this wasn't the time to ponder, little did I know, I was in with Liberty City's baddest ass driver.
We screeched onto the Main Road in the Cheetah, as we weaved in and out of light traffic, nearly wrecking a Mafia Sentinel. We came onto the South Road, which went straight through the Staunton Park.
The Cheetah pulled over a small ramp, flew through the air, over the brick wall that enclosed Staunton Park. We landed with a loud and shock filled thud onto the park greens, 10 feet to the right of the South Road that led through.
We blazed on, then came back onto the path. Swerving and dodging, he tried his best to not hit pedestrians. Finally, the Sirens came on, now it was on. Yes, 5 chasing Cop Cars warrants the saying, It's on.
We surfed on the asphalt still, our surfboard that speedy Cheetah. IT weaved from one path to another, hitting a puppy dog. I felt sorry for it. 2 seconds later, I was back into reality. The Cheetah found itself 100 feet from an impassable barrier, in the form of a 75 degree incline hill. Hit it, hope we make it over a basketball court, or end up in steel wreckage and flames. Choices, choices, unfortanutely, they were in the hands of mad driver, who took road ragers to be wind up dolls that could eat real food and go to sleep for real.
Ya, I found the guy was legally insane for sure, as we were still speeding to the hill, in a straight path. I closed my eyes, and we hit the would be ramp.
The car soared through the air, time seemed to stand still, it was like it was moving 10 times slower. I felt myself peel back into my seat, unable to move from either gravity or fear. The Cheetah was flying, too bad this wasn't an airliner, I'd definitely be earning miles.
I heard the slow banter of gulls, then we were started on our descent. A creeping sound lurched across the bottom of the car, it was the last fence we had to cross. It tore it up, and we came down hard, pulling a front flip, ending up on the car's top.
The battered Cheetah was now in flames, yet we were back on the streets. Not the best place to be, I thought to myself. I must be the worlds crappiest Poker Player, because I'd somehow drawn a hand of ones again. And no, I couldn't bluff this out to be Aces, I'd just have to work with what I'd been dealt.
The guy pulled me out of the back of the car, I didn't remember what happened next. I sort of black out, my subconscious sang me a lullaby that I couldn't refuse. I drifted into the Sandman's grasps, as I felt me legs being slid across the pavement.