Part 1: The good ol' America's laws of Justice.
Chapter Two: The Escape.
When the trial had been lasting for nearly three months, I found out that Woden had left me out to dry . He called me. I was in my cell when an officer came and told me I had a phone call. I thought it was my lawyer, so I tok it. I was wrong.
"Max Payne?" I realised immidiatly who it was.
"Alfred? What the hell do you think you're doing?! We had a deal! We-"
"That was before, Max. It turns out that you are causing too much of an attention for me to make you're charges go away. I'm sure you'll understand, I just wanted you to know, that's all." I was reeeaaallyy pissed right now.
"Now you listen to me, you one-eyed freak. I happen to have the advantage here."
"Oh? And just what gives you that idea?"
"Remember Candy Dawn? I just happen to have a tape of you and her playing doctor. If you don't keep you're end of the deal, I'll make sure that every TV stations in New York will get a copie and-"
"If you are refering to the tape you hid, just before you assaulted Aiser Plaza, then I'm afraid You've already lost you're 'advantage'. I had one of my agents follow you, and saw you hide that tape. It has been destroyd now, and I assure you, there are no others such tapes. Do you have anything else to add?"
"..."
"Didn't think so. We will not meet again. *click*"
On that moment, I realised that if I was going to get out of this one, I would need a miracle. I would have given anything for such miracle right about now.
...
No such luck. No luck at all.
When nearly 14 months had passed since my arrest, the trial finnally reached it ends. It was said in the papers that this was one of the most longest trial in this nations history. Some people tend to exacurate.
And on the day when was time for me to 'take the stand', something came up.
I had a little chat with Richard, my lawyer, in a private room.
"This dosen't look good Max, all evidence say that you shot Alex Bolder. Are you SURE you're telling me everything?" I looked at the lawyer, I could tell he really wanted to win this case, it defenedly would make him famous or something. I thought for a while, trying to find if I had forgotten anything. Then it hit me.
"What if I told you I'm a DEA agent?" Richard blinked, then started to laugh.
"Hahahah, yeah right. Even if you truly were an DEA agent, someone would have said to by now." It was obvios, I needed proof. And I just happened to have one.
I reached for my wallet, an old black thing that looked like crap. I managed to rip it up a bit, then pulled out a piece of paper. I unfolded it, and looked at the old picture. It was picture of me and Alex, waving our guns and badges, taken after one of our many victorys. I handed the photo to Richard, and if this were a cartoon scene, his eyes would've bugged out of pure surprise.
It's amazing what little thing can do. The entire city was in an uproar, my trial had been but to a hold for now, peopel yelling they're lungs out about letting me free, all channels talking about that picture. My picture. It was shipped to some sort of a techlab, to see if it wasin't just made. But when I woke up the morning after, I found out Woden really wanted me not to escape.
I woke up in my cell, and saw a package on the floor. Without thinking, I opened it. It was a newspaper, dated today. the headline made my blood boil.
MAX PAYNE'S LAST HOPE RUINED!!!
The techlab that had my picture, caught fire in the middle of the night, ruined everything and as the headline said, my last hope was gone, and that the grand juiry had ruled out the picture, as a lost evidence. There was also one more thing in the package. A glass eye. I had no idea what that meant, when I realised what it meant.
Woden.
That guy had more strings than a puppet master. But like all puppet masters, if he kept pulling the strings, they would someday snap.
And now, it was time for me to take the stand. As I placed my hand on the bible, and toke the truth oath, I noticed that Bruvora and some officers were there, and some News cameras. The lawyer that was suppose to prove that I was a heartless killer, stood up, after I had taken the oath. He was short, short enough to be called 'midget' behind his back. His name was Larry. Figures.
"Mister Payne, have you ever shot a law officer before?"
"Objection!" The midget turned to the judge, with a kiss-ass smile on his face, with a voice to match it.
"You're Honor, I'm simply asking him, since he claims he didn't shot Agent Alex Bolder." The judge looked at my lawyer.
"Overruled. You're answer please, mister Max." I turned to Larry, who's smile had widdened a bit.
"Do corrupt cops count?" My reply surprised most of the people, as high murmers came, so the judge had to bang his hammer to silence the court.
"Yes, I belive it does." His smile had fadded a bit.
"Then it's just one cop I shot, who was corrupt."
"And just WHO was he, and what gave you the idea that he was corrupted?"
"Agent B.B. ,and he was the one who shot Bolder, not me."
"YOU SONOFABITCH! I KNOW IT WAS YOU SO DON'T TRY TO LIE OUT OF THIS ONE!!!!" It was Bruvora who had made that lovely statement, and not for the first time.
"MISTER BRUVORA! If you interrupt again, you will leave, understand!?!" The judge shot an angry glare at Bruvora, who had sat again. When order came back to the court, Larry continued, but was holding some papers.
"Mister Max, please take a look at this photo. Is this Agent B.B.?" I looked at it. Oh yeah, that was him alright.
"Yes."
"Ah, that would be DEA Agent Bobby Bobson." Bobby Bobson? I thought. Heh, no wonder he wanted to be called B.B.
Outside the court house, several cars stoped in front of it, and out of them came men, all armed and ran up the stairs, and inside the court house.
"So, you HAVE shot a cop, no?"
"Yes."
"I have no more questions." Larry tok a seat and looked like he had just won some sort of a great lawyer victory. Maybe he did. Richard stod up, and was about to say something, when all hell broke loose.
The big door was kicked open, and armed thugs came rushing in, and started shooting. It was obvios they were here to get me, so I managed to hide behind the box were the jury was, who were all hiding on the floor. I tok a glimpse to see who the thugs were, and I saw that they were the remains of Angelo's gang.
I guess revenge lyes deep in some people, but hey, who am I to talk?
I heard more gunshots, and saw that Bruvora had been smart enough to bring a piece, but wasin't smart enough to take cover when reloading. He was too busy reloading, he didn't see that one of the attackers was taking an aim at him.
Without thinking, I ran from my hiding place at top speed, and when I was few feets away from Bruvora, I tok a jump at him. I guess he must have heard me, because he turned at me, his eyes wide.
"What the-" Before he could finish talking, I landed on him, taking him down just as the thug shot. I felt and heard that the bullet missed my head by just an inch. I noticed Jim had droped the gun, so I graped it, raised myself up, and shot the attacker right in the head. I loked down at Jim, who was coming around.
"Sorry Jim." I said, raising my hand, and punched him in the face. He was knocked out. I stood up, walked to the thug's corpse, and picked up his gun. As I ran for the door, I noticed that the entire people here were either lying on the floor, or dead. As I came closer to the door, two guys suddenly came from left and right, and didn't look happy. Without thinking, I leapt forward, and started shoting at them. I somehow managed to get them both before I landed. I stood up and picked up they're clips, then went to the hall. I could see that the attackers had met more resistence than they had expected, because most of them had died before they even reached the stairs. There was no chance in hell that I was gonna end up like them. I ran towards teh nearest staircase, but when I was on the ground floor, Angelo's gang spotted me, and started shooting at me like there was no tomorow. I managed to dodge the first wave, but a bullet hit my arm but didn't do much damage, it didn't hit any bones. I tok cover behind a wall, and saw the exit, and started to run like hell. I could hear the bullets pass by just behind me, but none of them managed to hit me.
When I was outside, a bigger problem came. Down the big stairs to the left, there were more guys there, except they had automatic rifles. Most of the civilians had ran of, but most of the reporters were there, at a safe distance of course. There was no chance I could take them and the guys that were coming out behind me, not with just two berrettas. Then I saw a very familiar black car to my right, who had just started the engine. Without delay, I started running down the stairs, feeling the bullets hitting the stairs around me. I shot randomly at them, and managed to hit two of them. I came closer to the car, but realised that there was no time to stop and open the doors. Luckily, a window was open in the backseat.
I leaped into the car, through the window, and the car started to drive away at high speed.
"You know, when I was talking about a 'beuttyfull friendship', I wasin't talking about this kind of friendship." Said Vladimir, and was looking at my head, as it layed on his groin. I quickly raised myself up.
"You just broke my heart. But I'll survive." Strange that you can actually make jokes at times like these.
Author's note: About the court house, I've seen movies where the big time gangsters are lead to a big white building, with lots of stairs outside, so I decided to use that building where Max was triald. Don't know it's name though.
Chapter Two: The Escape.
When the trial had been lasting for nearly three months, I found out that Woden had left me out to dry . He called me. I was in my cell when an officer came and told me I had a phone call. I thought it was my lawyer, so I tok it. I was wrong.
"Max Payne?" I realised immidiatly who it was.
"Alfred? What the hell do you think you're doing?! We had a deal! We-"
"That was before, Max. It turns out that you are causing too much of an attention for me to make you're charges go away. I'm sure you'll understand, I just wanted you to know, that's all." I was reeeaaallyy pissed right now.
"Now you listen to me, you one-eyed freak. I happen to have the advantage here."
"Oh? And just what gives you that idea?"
"Remember Candy Dawn? I just happen to have a tape of you and her playing doctor. If you don't keep you're end of the deal, I'll make sure that every TV stations in New York will get a copie and-"
"If you are refering to the tape you hid, just before you assaulted Aiser Plaza, then I'm afraid You've already lost you're 'advantage'. I had one of my agents follow you, and saw you hide that tape. It has been destroyd now, and I assure you, there are no others such tapes. Do you have anything else to add?"
"..."
"Didn't think so. We will not meet again. *click*"
On that moment, I realised that if I was going to get out of this one, I would need a miracle. I would have given anything for such miracle right about now.
...
No such luck. No luck at all.
When nearly 14 months had passed since my arrest, the trial finnally reached it ends. It was said in the papers that this was one of the most longest trial in this nations history. Some people tend to exacurate.
And on the day when was time for me to 'take the stand', something came up.
I had a little chat with Richard, my lawyer, in a private room.
"This dosen't look good Max, all evidence say that you shot Alex Bolder. Are you SURE you're telling me everything?" I looked at the lawyer, I could tell he really wanted to win this case, it defenedly would make him famous or something. I thought for a while, trying to find if I had forgotten anything. Then it hit me.
"What if I told you I'm a DEA agent?" Richard blinked, then started to laugh.
"Hahahah, yeah right. Even if you truly were an DEA agent, someone would have said to by now." It was obvios, I needed proof. And I just happened to have one.
I reached for my wallet, an old black thing that looked like crap. I managed to rip it up a bit, then pulled out a piece of paper. I unfolded it, and looked at the old picture. It was picture of me and Alex, waving our guns and badges, taken after one of our many victorys. I handed the photo to Richard, and if this were a cartoon scene, his eyes would've bugged out of pure surprise.
It's amazing what little thing can do. The entire city was in an uproar, my trial had been but to a hold for now, peopel yelling they're lungs out about letting me free, all channels talking about that picture. My picture. It was shipped to some sort of a techlab, to see if it wasin't just made. But when I woke up the morning after, I found out Woden really wanted me not to escape.
I woke up in my cell, and saw a package on the floor. Without thinking, I opened it. It was a newspaper, dated today. the headline made my blood boil.
MAX PAYNE'S LAST HOPE RUINED!!!
The techlab that had my picture, caught fire in the middle of the night, ruined everything and as the headline said, my last hope was gone, and that the grand juiry had ruled out the picture, as a lost evidence. There was also one more thing in the package. A glass eye. I had no idea what that meant, when I realised what it meant.
Woden.
That guy had more strings than a puppet master. But like all puppet masters, if he kept pulling the strings, they would someday snap.
And now, it was time for me to take the stand. As I placed my hand on the bible, and toke the truth oath, I noticed that Bruvora and some officers were there, and some News cameras. The lawyer that was suppose to prove that I was a heartless killer, stood up, after I had taken the oath. He was short, short enough to be called 'midget' behind his back. His name was Larry. Figures.
"Mister Payne, have you ever shot a law officer before?"
"Objection!" The midget turned to the judge, with a kiss-ass smile on his face, with a voice to match it.
"You're Honor, I'm simply asking him, since he claims he didn't shot Agent Alex Bolder." The judge looked at my lawyer.
"Overruled. You're answer please, mister Max." I turned to Larry, who's smile had widdened a bit.
"Do corrupt cops count?" My reply surprised most of the people, as high murmers came, so the judge had to bang his hammer to silence the court.
"Yes, I belive it does." His smile had fadded a bit.
"Then it's just one cop I shot, who was corrupt."
"And just WHO was he, and what gave you the idea that he was corrupted?"
"Agent B.B. ,and he was the one who shot Bolder, not me."
"YOU SONOFABITCH! I KNOW IT WAS YOU SO DON'T TRY TO LIE OUT OF THIS ONE!!!!" It was Bruvora who had made that lovely statement, and not for the first time.
"MISTER BRUVORA! If you interrupt again, you will leave, understand!?!" The judge shot an angry glare at Bruvora, who had sat again. When order came back to the court, Larry continued, but was holding some papers.
"Mister Max, please take a look at this photo. Is this Agent B.B.?" I looked at it. Oh yeah, that was him alright.
"Yes."
"Ah, that would be DEA Agent Bobby Bobson." Bobby Bobson? I thought. Heh, no wonder he wanted to be called B.B.
Outside the court house, several cars stoped in front of it, and out of them came men, all armed and ran up the stairs, and inside the court house.
"So, you HAVE shot a cop, no?"
"Yes."
"I have no more questions." Larry tok a seat and looked like he had just won some sort of a great lawyer victory. Maybe he did. Richard stod up, and was about to say something, when all hell broke loose.
The big door was kicked open, and armed thugs came rushing in, and started shooting. It was obvios they were here to get me, so I managed to hide behind the box were the jury was, who were all hiding on the floor. I tok a glimpse to see who the thugs were, and I saw that they were the remains of Angelo's gang.
I guess revenge lyes deep in some people, but hey, who am I to talk?
I heard more gunshots, and saw that Bruvora had been smart enough to bring a piece, but wasin't smart enough to take cover when reloading. He was too busy reloading, he didn't see that one of the attackers was taking an aim at him.
Without thinking, I ran from my hiding place at top speed, and when I was few feets away from Bruvora, I tok a jump at him. I guess he must have heard me, because he turned at me, his eyes wide.
"What the-" Before he could finish talking, I landed on him, taking him down just as the thug shot. I felt and heard that the bullet missed my head by just an inch. I noticed Jim had droped the gun, so I graped it, raised myself up, and shot the attacker right in the head. I loked down at Jim, who was coming around.
"Sorry Jim." I said, raising my hand, and punched him in the face. He was knocked out. I stood up, walked to the thug's corpse, and picked up his gun. As I ran for the door, I noticed that the entire people here were either lying on the floor, or dead. As I came closer to the door, two guys suddenly came from left and right, and didn't look happy. Without thinking, I leapt forward, and started shoting at them. I somehow managed to get them both before I landed. I stood up and picked up they're clips, then went to the hall. I could see that the attackers had met more resistence than they had expected, because most of them had died before they even reached the stairs. There was no chance in hell that I was gonna end up like them. I ran towards teh nearest staircase, but when I was on the ground floor, Angelo's gang spotted me, and started shooting at me like there was no tomorow. I managed to dodge the first wave, but a bullet hit my arm but didn't do much damage, it didn't hit any bones. I tok cover behind a wall, and saw the exit, and started to run like hell. I could hear the bullets pass by just behind me, but none of them managed to hit me.
When I was outside, a bigger problem came. Down the big stairs to the left, there were more guys there, except they had automatic rifles. Most of the civilians had ran of, but most of the reporters were there, at a safe distance of course. There was no chance I could take them and the guys that were coming out behind me, not with just two berrettas. Then I saw a very familiar black car to my right, who had just started the engine. Without delay, I started running down the stairs, feeling the bullets hitting the stairs around me. I shot randomly at them, and managed to hit two of them. I came closer to the car, but realised that there was no time to stop and open the doors. Luckily, a window was open in the backseat.
I leaped into the car, through the window, and the car started to drive away at high speed.
"You know, when I was talking about a 'beuttyfull friendship', I wasin't talking about this kind of friendship." Said Vladimir, and was looking at my head, as it layed on his groin. I quickly raised myself up.
"You just broke my heart. But I'll survive." Strange that you can actually make jokes at times like these.
Author's note: About the court house, I've seen movies where the big time gangsters are lead to a big white building, with lots of stairs outside, so I decided to use that building where Max was triald. Don't know it's name though.