DAY 2: CHAPTER 5:
The second death.
Early morning. Who knows what time it is? I don't wear a watch. Pooring, pooring rain - more than just a light drizzle. In a Mafia Sentinel, who knows who's property it was originally. I got it off Salvatore, who probably got it off Joey, who probably got it from Donald Love.
Past the Callahan, onto Staunton. I figured by now Salvatore already set up the Man's death trap, and I preyed to god it worked. I wanted him dead, and I hoped he would be. My beeper rang. It was from Asuka.
Asuka wasn't against the mob, not with the mob. She was a friend since high-school, as with Maria. We joked about sex, drugs, rock and roll. We joked, we choked. We liked each other, always as friends. It's a shame Maria left me once I told her the truth.
Asuka said Maria and her guy seeked refuge from the Yakuza's.
Great. Now I had a feeling I was out of the mob aswell, and this mission was just Luigi's way of saying "Get out of here while you still can."
My real apartment was on Staunton Island. All the mafia knew that, and I hoped that they weren't after me.
Crash. Third time tonight I've crashed, and this was the worst. My heart barely stayed in my chest as the Sentinel flew. It flew, not floated, not went through the air, it flew. It would never end. I was flipping.
Slow motion. Driving was a drug to me, so I guess it was a side effect. I landed.
Pieces. Flames. I stepped out of the car, hoping to beat the explosion that would follow. What happened to the other driver? I'd find out.
Boom. The explosion hit my leg, flipped me over. I rolled around. Blood stain on a Armadi suit. Great. I was just glad no one knew I was the killer of that cop with that banshee. I could go to the hospital safely, unlike Maria's guy, the Man.
Sirens. First time tonight. I hoped I would never here that's god damnded sirens again. I hoped that everytime I heard them. Sirens, named after the Odyssey's Sirens. In that book these Sirens sang to attract sailors, but always led to there doom. I don't know why the Sirens attracted the men, but the doom part was a bulls-eye.
A had killed two people that night, or that morning, or then. I killed a women, a fair, honest women. One of the few with a husband, rushing home from work to go to her Shoreside Vale suburb apartment.
So now I had guilt. Great; just great. I would be wanted by the cops, I killed two people, and the mafia WAS going to kill me.
My head fell down, and I became knocked out. Concussions just pick the best times to happen.
Early morning. Who knows what time it is? I don't wear a watch. Pooring, pooring rain - more than just a light drizzle. In a Mafia Sentinel, who knows who's property it was originally. I got it off Salvatore, who probably got it off Joey, who probably got it from Donald Love.
Past the Callahan, onto Staunton. I figured by now Salvatore already set up the Man's death trap, and I preyed to god it worked. I wanted him dead, and I hoped he would be. My beeper rang. It was from Asuka.
Asuka wasn't against the mob, not with the mob. She was a friend since high-school, as with Maria. We joked about sex, drugs, rock and roll. We joked, we choked. We liked each other, always as friends. It's a shame Maria left me once I told her the truth.
Asuka said Maria and her guy seeked refuge from the Yakuza's.
Great. Now I had a feeling I was out of the mob aswell, and this mission was just Luigi's way of saying "Get out of here while you still can."
My real apartment was on Staunton Island. All the mafia knew that, and I hoped that they weren't after me.
Crash. Third time tonight I've crashed, and this was the worst. My heart barely stayed in my chest as the Sentinel flew. It flew, not floated, not went through the air, it flew. It would never end. I was flipping.
Slow motion. Driving was a drug to me, so I guess it was a side effect. I landed.
Pieces. Flames. I stepped out of the car, hoping to beat the explosion that would follow. What happened to the other driver? I'd find out.
Boom. The explosion hit my leg, flipped me over. I rolled around. Blood stain on a Armadi suit. Great. I was just glad no one knew I was the killer of that cop with that banshee. I could go to the hospital safely, unlike Maria's guy, the Man.
Sirens. First time tonight. I hoped I would never here that's god damnded sirens again. I hoped that everytime I heard them. Sirens, named after the Odyssey's Sirens. In that book these Sirens sang to attract sailors, but always led to there doom. I don't know why the Sirens attracted the men, but the doom part was a bulls-eye.
A had killed two people that night, or that morning, or then. I killed a women, a fair, honest women. One of the few with a husband, rushing home from work to go to her Shoreside Vale suburb apartment.
So now I had guilt. Great; just great. I would be wanted by the cops, I killed two people, and the mafia WAS going to kill me.
My head fell down, and I became knocked out. Concussions just pick the best times to happen.