He ran down the steep steps and onto the wooden jetty, he selected a sleek
red speedboat and jumped in. An overweight policeman stumbled down the
steps after him, but he had quickly hot-wired the boat and was skimming out
over the water.
He headed North to circle the island, the water was choppy but the boat soon picked up speed as he weaved his way around the large rocks jutting out of the sea.
A policecar raced along the cliff edge and parked on a high ledge. It wouldn't be long before he radioed for backup and another helicopter was brought out. The boat accelerated.
His grip on the speedboat's steering wheel suddenly tightened. His knuckles turned white and his nails dug into the ergonomically moulded rubber. He looked down at his hands and tried to release his grip but he was unable to budge a finger.
Against his will, and all common sense, his hands turned the wheel left. His arms shook in an effort to regain control but it was useless. The boat turned sharply and headed in a new direction. in a straight line towards the rocky cliffs.
The boat bobbed slowly close to the side of the cliff, out of view of the cop car. He closed his eyes as the nose of the speedboat came within inches of the cliff-face, he expected to hear the noise of metal grinding against stone but when the sound didn't come he opened them again. To his surprise the front of the boat was sticking through the rock and he found that he now had full control of his hands. He reached forward and tried to touch the stone, his hand passed through it and felt the cool air of whatever was on the other side.
He had found another portal.
He slowly moved the boat forward and eased it into the rock. Inside, the water was calm and the air was still. The ceiling to the place he was in looked as if the world had been turned inside out and placed upside down above him. There was water wall to wall, like an underground lake, but in the centre of the pool it was as if someone had cut out a large, football pitch sized hole. Within this hole he could see an all too familiar blue void. He was in the otherworld of the city.the very edge of Blue Hell.
He nudged the boat forwards slightly so that the front was jutting out over the edge of the hole. He felt the urge to jump into Blue Hell again, but he resisted. Instead he climbed out onto the nose of the boat and peered over the edge.
His eyes widened as he looked into the blue eternity, it was much vaster than he had ever imagined. He had only caught glimpses of it in the past but now he was able to study it in detail, he leaned forward as far as he could, trembling as if he was in the presence of a God. He was unable to look away; his eyes were locked on the void.
Minutes passed and he just stood there, eyes staring and his mouth hanging open in awe. Strange lights started to swirl in front of his eyes and their trails left unusual symbols imprinted on his vision. Suddenly he was rising, rising until he could see the top of his head. He now existed in a ball of consciousness above his body.
Blue Hell swallowed him. he felt it wrap around him and then he became a part of it. His soul had left his body and entered the void. He could sense EVERYTHING.
He could feel Liberty City, he could see every citizen and he could feel their every emotion. He could feel the concrete and brick and glass in every single building. he was part of the water and the air and everything else in-between. He now understood Blue Hell. it WAS Liberty City. A culmination of everything and everyone that does, has, and ever will exist there.
Suddenly he was rising again; he looked down and saw the city from a birds eye view. He was floating miles above Staunton Island and still rising. There was a familiar ripping sensation, everything went black for a second then his eyes opened. He was now sat on a bed in a room he had never seen before. In front of him was a television screen and on the television screen he could see himself, stood on the nose of the speedboat.
He looked around the room, it was dimly lit and there were posters on the wall of music groups he had never heard of. He was holding something plastic in his hands, he examined it. It was black and smooth with unusual buttons and symbols on it. To him it looked like some sort of bizarre sex toy and it was connected by wire to a black box. Next to him lay a sheet of paper, on the sheet was a print out of various letters and symbols arranged in short patterns, for some reason he folded up the paper and stuck it in his pocket, somehow it looked important.
He examined the plastic object again, curiously he pressed on of the buttons. The image of himself on the television screen jumped forward over the edge of the boat and fell into Blue Hell.
Everything went black.
He headed North to circle the island, the water was choppy but the boat soon picked up speed as he weaved his way around the large rocks jutting out of the sea.
A policecar raced along the cliff edge and parked on a high ledge. It wouldn't be long before he radioed for backup and another helicopter was brought out. The boat accelerated.
His grip on the speedboat's steering wheel suddenly tightened. His knuckles turned white and his nails dug into the ergonomically moulded rubber. He looked down at his hands and tried to release his grip but he was unable to budge a finger.
Against his will, and all common sense, his hands turned the wheel left. His arms shook in an effort to regain control but it was useless. The boat turned sharply and headed in a new direction. in a straight line towards the rocky cliffs.
The boat bobbed slowly close to the side of the cliff, out of view of the cop car. He closed his eyes as the nose of the speedboat came within inches of the cliff-face, he expected to hear the noise of metal grinding against stone but when the sound didn't come he opened them again. To his surprise the front of the boat was sticking through the rock and he found that he now had full control of his hands. He reached forward and tried to touch the stone, his hand passed through it and felt the cool air of whatever was on the other side.
He had found another portal.
He slowly moved the boat forward and eased it into the rock. Inside, the water was calm and the air was still. The ceiling to the place he was in looked as if the world had been turned inside out and placed upside down above him. There was water wall to wall, like an underground lake, but in the centre of the pool it was as if someone had cut out a large, football pitch sized hole. Within this hole he could see an all too familiar blue void. He was in the otherworld of the city.the very edge of Blue Hell.
He nudged the boat forwards slightly so that the front was jutting out over the edge of the hole. He felt the urge to jump into Blue Hell again, but he resisted. Instead he climbed out onto the nose of the boat and peered over the edge.
His eyes widened as he looked into the blue eternity, it was much vaster than he had ever imagined. He had only caught glimpses of it in the past but now he was able to study it in detail, he leaned forward as far as he could, trembling as if he was in the presence of a God. He was unable to look away; his eyes were locked on the void.
Minutes passed and he just stood there, eyes staring and his mouth hanging open in awe. Strange lights started to swirl in front of his eyes and their trails left unusual symbols imprinted on his vision. Suddenly he was rising, rising until he could see the top of his head. He now existed in a ball of consciousness above his body.
Blue Hell swallowed him. he felt it wrap around him and then he became a part of it. His soul had left his body and entered the void. He could sense EVERYTHING.
He could feel Liberty City, he could see every citizen and he could feel their every emotion. He could feel the concrete and brick and glass in every single building. he was part of the water and the air and everything else in-between. He now understood Blue Hell. it WAS Liberty City. A culmination of everything and everyone that does, has, and ever will exist there.
Suddenly he was rising again; he looked down and saw the city from a birds eye view. He was floating miles above Staunton Island and still rising. There was a familiar ripping sensation, everything went black for a second then his eyes opened. He was now sat on a bed in a room he had never seen before. In front of him was a television screen and on the television screen he could see himself, stood on the nose of the speedboat.
He looked around the room, it was dimly lit and there were posters on the wall of music groups he had never heard of. He was holding something plastic in his hands, he examined it. It was black and smooth with unusual buttons and symbols on it. To him it looked like some sort of bizarre sex toy and it was connected by wire to a black box. Next to him lay a sheet of paper, on the sheet was a print out of various letters and symbols arranged in short patterns, for some reason he folded up the paper and stuck it in his pocket, somehow it looked important.
He examined the plastic object again, curiously he pressed on of the buttons. The image of himself on the television screen jumped forward over the edge of the boat and fell into Blue Hell.
Everything went black.
