Chapter One: Snow
The Judge stood, along with the rest of the hall.
A man in a black trenchcoat stood in next to a man with a oily smile, his name written in blood in the History of America.
Max Payne.
The murderer of oh so many armed thugs and drug addicts, the moral question was: was he to blame, was he to be sentenced to death; was it self-defence, shooting people armed, and ready to use, with machinguns, UZI's pistols, pistols, bats, shotguns, grenades, molotov cocktails and grenade launchers, all locked and loaded?
Was the nice man, who'd lost everything to die by electrification in the Chair?
The only question of doubt with the public was: did he murder his best friend; Alex Bolder?
"Your Honor, i beg allowance to speak." The trenchcoated man said.
At the judge's curt nod, he murmured into his microphone, almost to himself.
"Have you ever wondered.
If i was speaking to him, face to face, in the Roscoe Street Station, metal bars keeping us apart, how the hell did i manage to shoot him in the temples?"
No, he obviously wasn't guilty.
Three things happened; the judge's face crevased in deep thought, the Defender smiled, and the killer suits entered and started firing, Colt Comanndos blazing lethal lead.
Perspective change to Max Payne
I threw myself to the right, knocking over a man in a grey striped dress; the guard, and drew his beretta 9mm,[the Guy upstairs do have a sense of irony.], from his hip holster, fired three rounds in the nearest goon, and ran for the nearest staircase.
Like in a movie, bullets strafed me, but hit nothing but my coat, and i was in the free.
Running hard I ran into the wall, kicked off and twisted in mid air, adrenaline making my vision go into slow-mo.
Just like a movie, or a game.
Popping the rest of the magazine into two Uzi vielding morons, i ran from the Hall of Justice, and flung myself into a car, a black limo that i somehow knew would be there.
I landed headfirst into something hard.
Faking orgasm noises, Vladimir said "Max, when i said that this would be the start of a beautifull friendship, i didn't mean it like that."
I had escaped Her again, Death herself coming, jaws snapping, but as always, i slipped through in the last second. b
I had escaped.
Again.
Did i deserve to?