The Land of Vice
A/n: Action! Adventure! Revelations! Guns! The Fic that changed the face of GTA fiction forever! Or at least that's what I claim. Hear what my imaginary critic friends have to say about the land of Vice;
" Witty, fast and action packed. Such as a Guy richie or Quentin Terantino film!"
" You'll laugh, you'll cry, You'll piss your pants from all the gunslinging."
" est' hablos si senorita"
"I still think this kid is a faggot"
The Land of Vice Chapter 10: Starting up a brand new day
I woke up, my head pounding.
I had no clue as to where I was or if I was alive. But then I remembered that dead people cant think, so I scratched that possibility out. I looked at my surroundings and found everything was white and blurry. And there was a constant annoying beeping. I wished it would go away but it wouldn't. Just then a door opened and someone wearing stiletto heels walked in, the shoes tapping on the floor. I freaked out and fell off of what I was laying on biting the tile floor.
" Your too jumpy Mikey."
I suddenly remembered that voice. It was Mercede's. I pulled myself up falling back on the bed.
"Shit where am I Mercedes?" I asked rubbing the back of my head.
"Your in the Vercetti family private hospital." She said sitting down. "How are you doing?"
"Shit my head Is about to explode and I everything is blurry." I said searching for my ciggretes, but finding out all I was wearing we're my boxer shorts. " Either way, I'm fine how about you?"
"Just fucking dandy." She said. "You know Vice city is under martial law. That little explosion on the bridge is being blamed on the Vercetti family so they shut down the rest of the bridges temporarily."
"Damn." I said looking around, regaining my vision. "Guess I can't go kick Maria's ass now. Hey what happened to the weapons?"
"Those Jamacian pricks came in and raided the trucks." She responded calmly. "They took the guns and ran."
" Where the hell are my clothes?" I asked getting up.
"Over there." She responded motioning to a table next to the window. I walked over and picked up my green cargo pants, pulling them on roughly. Just then Quentin walked in.
" Oh am I interrupting something?" he asked, blushing. I shook my head and finished putting my clothes back on and found Mercedes had left me a present.
" For me?" I asked holding up the sleek M92F by its barrel. Mercedes nodded.
" Yeah that Maria chick stole your chrome plated one and your Glock melted from a fire that happened when the bridge blew up, I took the liberty of heading to the Ammu-nation in Ocean beach for you guys." She said as I slammed a fresh clip into the gun. " Considering we can't get back to Vercetti estate until martial law is lifted, we'll just have to make do with what we have." She finished. Lance nodded checking his handgun in his shoulder holster, which I noticed was a different piece.
" New heater?" I asked buttoning my black shirt halfway and rolling the sleeves up. Lance nodded.
" Yep, Smith and Wesson 9mm. Less powerful but holds more." He said chamberign a round and putting it back in it's holster. "I got another one in my waist band, like freakin' Mr. White from reservoir dogs. And the slugs are cheap."
I nodded, putting my own pistol in my waistband. Lance walked out of the door so I followed.
" Hey how's Uncle Tommy?" I asked when we were in the hall. Lance straightened his jacket and continued walking.
"He's been in surgery for 2 hours." Lance spoke over his shoulder as he pressed the down button on the elevator. "The doctor's say he has a slim chance of making it, but at least it's a chance."
We got off on the ground floor passing the Protection squad and their Uzi's and out into the bright sunlight. I covered my hand over my eyes to keep from squinting. Lance took his car keys from his pocket and unlocked his Infernus.
" Hey where are we goin' anyway?" I asked.
" To see an old friend of mine." He responded getting into the sports car.
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I saw it on the News.
The south bridge blowing up, the Vercetti's presumed dead.
I knew my Job was over. I'd only be making 6 grand on this job. I iced that guy at the printing works and that ladies man. They were worth 3 g's each. If I had gotten the two Vercetti's Tommy and Mike I could have made 50 grand.
Yet I didn't.
It's odd. When you're a kid you know exactly what you wanted to be when you grew up. But most of the time you end up working in a cubicle 40 hours a week.
I remember I wanted to be a doctor.
Heh.
And yat I becaome part of the death rate problem. Well I can't a new car but I can pay this month's rent.
And life goes on. And I start up a brand new day. A new contract killing another 6 grand to put food in my belly. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TO BE CONTINUED
A/n: Action! Adventure! Revelations! Guns! The Fic that changed the face of GTA fiction forever! Or at least that's what I claim. Hear what my imaginary critic friends have to say about the land of Vice;
" Witty, fast and action packed. Such as a Guy richie or Quentin Terantino film!"
" You'll laugh, you'll cry, You'll piss your pants from all the gunslinging."
" est' hablos si senorita"
"I still think this kid is a faggot"
The Land of Vice Chapter 10: Starting up a brand new day
I woke up, my head pounding.
I had no clue as to where I was or if I was alive. But then I remembered that dead people cant think, so I scratched that possibility out. I looked at my surroundings and found everything was white and blurry. And there was a constant annoying beeping. I wished it would go away but it wouldn't. Just then a door opened and someone wearing stiletto heels walked in, the shoes tapping on the floor. I freaked out and fell off of what I was laying on biting the tile floor.
" Your too jumpy Mikey."
I suddenly remembered that voice. It was Mercede's. I pulled myself up falling back on the bed.
"Shit where am I Mercedes?" I asked rubbing the back of my head.
"Your in the Vercetti family private hospital." She said sitting down. "How are you doing?"
"Shit my head Is about to explode and I everything is blurry." I said searching for my ciggretes, but finding out all I was wearing we're my boxer shorts. " Either way, I'm fine how about you?"
"Just fucking dandy." She said. "You know Vice city is under martial law. That little explosion on the bridge is being blamed on the Vercetti family so they shut down the rest of the bridges temporarily."
"Damn." I said looking around, regaining my vision. "Guess I can't go kick Maria's ass now. Hey what happened to the weapons?"
"Those Jamacian pricks came in and raided the trucks." She responded calmly. "They took the guns and ran."
" Where the hell are my clothes?" I asked getting up.
"Over there." She responded motioning to a table next to the window. I walked over and picked up my green cargo pants, pulling them on roughly. Just then Quentin walked in.
" Oh am I interrupting something?" he asked, blushing. I shook my head and finished putting my clothes back on and found Mercedes had left me a present.
" For me?" I asked holding up the sleek M92F by its barrel. Mercedes nodded.
" Yeah that Maria chick stole your chrome plated one and your Glock melted from a fire that happened when the bridge blew up, I took the liberty of heading to the Ammu-nation in Ocean beach for you guys." She said as I slammed a fresh clip into the gun. " Considering we can't get back to Vercetti estate until martial law is lifted, we'll just have to make do with what we have." She finished. Lance nodded checking his handgun in his shoulder holster, which I noticed was a different piece.
" New heater?" I asked buttoning my black shirt halfway and rolling the sleeves up. Lance nodded.
" Yep, Smith and Wesson 9mm. Less powerful but holds more." He said chamberign a round and putting it back in it's holster. "I got another one in my waist band, like freakin' Mr. White from reservoir dogs. And the slugs are cheap."
I nodded, putting my own pistol in my waistband. Lance walked out of the door so I followed.
" Hey how's Uncle Tommy?" I asked when we were in the hall. Lance straightened his jacket and continued walking.
"He's been in surgery for 2 hours." Lance spoke over his shoulder as he pressed the down button on the elevator. "The doctor's say he has a slim chance of making it, but at least it's a chance."
We got off on the ground floor passing the Protection squad and their Uzi's and out into the bright sunlight. I covered my hand over my eyes to keep from squinting. Lance took his car keys from his pocket and unlocked his Infernus.
" Hey where are we goin' anyway?" I asked.
" To see an old friend of mine." He responded getting into the sports car.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I saw it on the News.
The south bridge blowing up, the Vercetti's presumed dead.
I knew my Job was over. I'd only be making 6 grand on this job. I iced that guy at the printing works and that ladies man. They were worth 3 g's each. If I had gotten the two Vercetti's Tommy and Mike I could have made 50 grand.
Yet I didn't.
It's odd. When you're a kid you know exactly what you wanted to be when you grew up. But most of the time you end up working in a cubicle 40 hours a week.
I remember I wanted to be a doctor.
Heh.
And yat I becaome part of the death rate problem. Well I can't a new car but I can pay this month's rent.
And life goes on. And I start up a brand new day. A new contract killing another 6 grand to put food in my belly. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
TO BE CONTINUED