DAY 3: CHAPTER 6:
Out cold, up warm.
A hospital. I wake up. What do I get? A man, sitting on my bed. I could barely see - the Sandman got the better of me, blurring my vision.
"Hey."
It was Luigi. Okay, so I wasn't running from the mob. I spoke with as loud as I could, not saying much.
"Hey. What's going on Luigi?. What. Why. What happened to Maria?" I asked, actually hinting to what happened with the Man and his death trap.
"Long story. Long story short: Maria told Salvatore about her crush on that guy, so he set up a death trap for him. Maria told him, and they left for the Yakuza's. I don't expect the Mafia to be a player any more."
"It's not that critical."
"Oh yes it is. That man killed three Triad warlords, most of their front men, and a couple guys at the landrette. He was good. He was that good."
"And I'm better than him. If I'm not, I will be. I want that man dead. I want him dead, now. I am no Mafia leader, screw the mafia, but I'll kill this man as an ode to Maria!"
"That's a shame, kid. It's a shame because we were going to give you protection. We took your beeper, heard about Maria at Asuka's. She'll be dead, kid."
"So be it."
I got up. Head rush. Massive head rush. I paused; kept walking, trying to show Luigi I was fine. But deep down, my heart was still beating, but I marched to my own beat. The docs probably wouldn't let me out, want me out; but I would be out. Luigi was trustworthy; the only one in the Leone's immediate family. The mob wasn't after me, but I wasn't on their side.
Wait a minute. They had my beeper! Asuka was still sending me messages. They wouldn't kill me, but they'd keep an eye on me, since I'd keep an eye on Maria.
In the hall way. I had no idea if I was on Portland or Staunton or Shoreside Vale. I just walked straight, following the blairing "EXIT" signs in blood red.
I had none of my street clothes. Once I got outside, I saw a wrecked Mafia Sentinel that would be mine. I also saw a Patriot. The Patriot would be mine.
Off to my apartment, for street clothes and some ammo.
I drive. I'm not gonna crash, or atleast that's what I'm telling myself. I'm going to make it, safe and sound. No surprises, just going to my apartment.
I felt it on my leg. Sliding slowly, scaly. It was a snake- a boa constrictor. It wouldn't be a problem, just pull my gun and it was gone.
My gun. My gun, in my cargo pants. The semi-automatic sub- machine gun commonly known as an Uzi. The Uzi would kill it, but this thing would make my leg numb.
I drove. It scurried up my leg, tingling me. I had no pants on, just that disposable outfit you were required to wear during operations. I was wearing briefs, so it would constrict my man part. It would still be uncomfortable, though.
I slowly stuck my hand down to my legs at a red light. I hoped it wouldn't go green, that my luck would change. And it did. I grabbed the snake, tossed it onto the sidewalk and drove once the light turned green.
I wasn't afraid of snakes. I was afraid of spiders. What I was afraid of didn't matter, its not like I would wake up with spiders crawling through my bed.
Stop. I am at my apartment. I run in, needing pants to prevent being arrested or staired at. Good lord, the stairs!
I'm in my apartment. It has two rooms: bedroom and bathroom. The bedroom had a fridge, but pizza delivery was most of what I ate. You wouldn't expect a gangster to eat pizza; and then again you wouldn't expect a gangster to be named Jake or not be Italian.
I finally got my pants on. Jeans, loose jeans. Loose jeans because tight jeans can't let you run. A thick leather jacket. Leather because if its thick enough it stops bullets. Under that, a tee shirt. No reason for that except to keep warm. Walking to my bed.
I lift my pillow. An Uzi, an assault shotgun, a pistol, and an M- 16. That M-16 should never be lost. I stashed the pistol in the hidden holster in my jeans, the shotgun in the holster in my jacket. I stashed the M-16 in my second holster in my jacket {one on each side}, and I put the Uzi.
I was about to put the Uzi into my last holster. But then I noticed something.
Shadows. Shadows; funny as hell. Shadows left in the dark when it was scary, and appeared in the day to spook you. I was lucky I woke up late in the hospital: the sun from my one window made whoever-was- behind-me's shadow appear infront of me.
I spin around and pull the trigger.
Oops. I killed Asuka's bodyguard. Thank god it was Asuka; and thank god it was my apartment.
"He didn't mean anything to ya, did he?"
"Well. Let's just say I have a couple better men in line. Let's just say you owe me one, and let's just say your coming with me to Kenji's."
Kenji. Kenji was my high school bully. Goody.
A hospital. I wake up. What do I get? A man, sitting on my bed. I could barely see - the Sandman got the better of me, blurring my vision.
"Hey."
It was Luigi. Okay, so I wasn't running from the mob. I spoke with as loud as I could, not saying much.
"Hey. What's going on Luigi?. What. Why. What happened to Maria?" I asked, actually hinting to what happened with the Man and his death trap.
"Long story. Long story short: Maria told Salvatore about her crush on that guy, so he set up a death trap for him. Maria told him, and they left for the Yakuza's. I don't expect the Mafia to be a player any more."
"It's not that critical."
"Oh yes it is. That man killed three Triad warlords, most of their front men, and a couple guys at the landrette. He was good. He was that good."
"And I'm better than him. If I'm not, I will be. I want that man dead. I want him dead, now. I am no Mafia leader, screw the mafia, but I'll kill this man as an ode to Maria!"
"That's a shame, kid. It's a shame because we were going to give you protection. We took your beeper, heard about Maria at Asuka's. She'll be dead, kid."
"So be it."
I got up. Head rush. Massive head rush. I paused; kept walking, trying to show Luigi I was fine. But deep down, my heart was still beating, but I marched to my own beat. The docs probably wouldn't let me out, want me out; but I would be out. Luigi was trustworthy; the only one in the Leone's immediate family. The mob wasn't after me, but I wasn't on their side.
Wait a minute. They had my beeper! Asuka was still sending me messages. They wouldn't kill me, but they'd keep an eye on me, since I'd keep an eye on Maria.
In the hall way. I had no idea if I was on Portland or Staunton or Shoreside Vale. I just walked straight, following the blairing "EXIT" signs in blood red.
I had none of my street clothes. Once I got outside, I saw a wrecked Mafia Sentinel that would be mine. I also saw a Patriot. The Patriot would be mine.
Off to my apartment, for street clothes and some ammo.
I drive. I'm not gonna crash, or atleast that's what I'm telling myself. I'm going to make it, safe and sound. No surprises, just going to my apartment.
I felt it on my leg. Sliding slowly, scaly. It was a snake- a boa constrictor. It wouldn't be a problem, just pull my gun and it was gone.
My gun. My gun, in my cargo pants. The semi-automatic sub- machine gun commonly known as an Uzi. The Uzi would kill it, but this thing would make my leg numb.
I drove. It scurried up my leg, tingling me. I had no pants on, just that disposable outfit you were required to wear during operations. I was wearing briefs, so it would constrict my man part. It would still be uncomfortable, though.
I slowly stuck my hand down to my legs at a red light. I hoped it wouldn't go green, that my luck would change. And it did. I grabbed the snake, tossed it onto the sidewalk and drove once the light turned green.
I wasn't afraid of snakes. I was afraid of spiders. What I was afraid of didn't matter, its not like I would wake up with spiders crawling through my bed.
Stop. I am at my apartment. I run in, needing pants to prevent being arrested or staired at. Good lord, the stairs!
I'm in my apartment. It has two rooms: bedroom and bathroom. The bedroom had a fridge, but pizza delivery was most of what I ate. You wouldn't expect a gangster to eat pizza; and then again you wouldn't expect a gangster to be named Jake or not be Italian.
I finally got my pants on. Jeans, loose jeans. Loose jeans because tight jeans can't let you run. A thick leather jacket. Leather because if its thick enough it stops bullets. Under that, a tee shirt. No reason for that except to keep warm. Walking to my bed.
I lift my pillow. An Uzi, an assault shotgun, a pistol, and an M- 16. That M-16 should never be lost. I stashed the pistol in the hidden holster in my jeans, the shotgun in the holster in my jacket. I stashed the M-16 in my second holster in my jacket {one on each side}, and I put the Uzi.
I was about to put the Uzi into my last holster. But then I noticed something.
Shadows. Shadows; funny as hell. Shadows left in the dark when it was scary, and appeared in the day to spook you. I was lucky I woke up late in the hospital: the sun from my one window made whoever-was- behind-me's shadow appear infront of me.
I spin around and pull the trigger.
Oops. I killed Asuka's bodyguard. Thank god it was Asuka; and thank god it was my apartment.
"He didn't mean anything to ya, did he?"
"Well. Let's just say I have a couple better men in line. Let's just say you owe me one, and let's just say your coming with me to Kenji's."
Kenji. Kenji was my high school bully. Goody.