Liberty City Survivor - Crime is a Virtue
Surprisingly, the Streets of Chinatown were eerily quiet. He was looking at the ground as he walked, both hands his pockets. A couple of cars would drive past, but only the late night clubber or local wannabe-yob. He pulled one of his arms free to look at his watch.3am. He sighed to himself. There was no-where for him to go, and he refused to become a mere tramp and sleep on the streets. A box of bullets rattled in his pocket, as he clutched his pistol within his other hand, still well hidden within the pocket. He shuddered, the night air was cold and unforgiving this time of year. He looked up to the sky.not a single cloud, only glistening stars and the moving silhouette of an aeroplane. He approached the entrance to the subway, when he heard muffled shouting and cheers from inside. Cautiously, he began to descend the flight of stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. He saw a gentleman walking up the stairs rather nervously, looking back every couple of seconds. The man looked shaken, almost as though he was about to cry. The gentleman looked up to see the colossal figure above him. The man was huge, at least 6 foot 9 inches. He was extremely well-built, with his bulging arm muscles showing even through the thickness of his leather overcoat. His long dark brown hair was in disarray, but he still looked reasonably well dressed. He merely stared at the gentleman as he ran quickly up the stairs and out of the subway. Still the cheers echoed throughout the stairwells. The huge man continued down the steps and peered over the ledge. He looked down to the deck below, where some Triad thugs had begun to toy with a young man, possibly in his early 20's, if not his late teens. The boy was being pushed about back and forth like a human pinball. The Triads were throwing glass bottles and empty cigarette lighters at him, showing no remorse whatsoever. He could smell the alcohol from where he stood. Some of the Triads had even fallen on the floor, either they were sleeping or had passed out. The escalator ran down to the bottom of the subway, as the large man stepped on and descended to the bottom of the subway. He looked at his watch briefly once again.3.06am. The train would be here in a few minutes. Finally, he reached the floor, as the Triads turned to him. They looked up, slightly intimidated just by his size and stature. The man stepped forward, as one Triad thug now had the boy grasped by the hair and was attempting to grab his wallet from him. He froze as the huge man grabbed the Triad by the throat and lifted him off the floor with one arm. He threw him aside into another Triad thug. The young boy made a break for it, with all his possessions but his pride left with him. There were 6 Triads who were still standing, 3 of them were only just! They seemed pretty pissed, but the man showed no fear. Even when one of the Triads pulled out a large knife, he merely cracked his knuckles and ominously paced towards him. The Triad swiped at the man with the knife, but the man grasped the thug by the arm with ease, kicking the knife into the air and landing, blade first onto the floor. Again, the giant man threw the Triad aside. The remaining Triads staggered towards the hulking brute, zombie-like. With a single punch, he knocks each of the Triads out cold. There is only one remaining, and he has grabbed a hold of the knife. He yells as he goes to penetrate his back, but the man amazingly executes a back kick straight to the jaw of the Triad. He picks him back up to his feet and grabs him by the back of the neck. He stares mercilessly at the Triad.SNAP.his neck is shattered. The thug falls to the ground, dead. The man looks down at the corpse, unforgivingly staring directly at it, before picking up his knife, as well as raiding each of the fallen bodies for any money, drugs or other valuables they may have.
After stuffing his pockets with their possessions, the train pulls up at the station, covered in graffiti as ever. The man steps up onto the platform and enters the train. He peers into each of the carriages. In one cabin, there are a group of hookers laughing and smoking, in the second carriage is just a tramp asleep on one of the seats. The man grins and moves into the carriage full of women. He enters the carriage and intentionally sits a couple of seats in front of them. As he passes, a couple of the girls lean out of their seats to look at the giant that had just walked by. He sits down, the floor covered in flyers and litter. The girls continue to laugh and somewhat flirt with each other, as the man looks down at the floor. With a suddenly hiss and a jerk, the train rattles on once again. The train rocks and sways as it moves. One of the girls is even sick over the back seat. The unknown behemoth sat in his seat just stares at his reflection in the window. What has he become? A merciless killer? A psychotic maniac? No.this is who he was. This was why he was known as what he was. This was his reputation, his career, his life. With that, one of the girls suddenly shouts out.
"Hey cutie, only $120 an hour!" before quickly sitting back down in her seat. He looks back over to the girls, who are giggling and laughing like before. He turns back to the window, paying no attention. He murmurs something beneath his breath, but the girls cannot figure out what he said. The man stares at his reflection, when the same girl moves forward next to him. The other girls point and stare, as she sits next to him. "So.where are you from?" she asked, obviously trying to get somewhere with this stranger. The man looks at her, turns back to the window and grins.
"I am from Vice City," the man softly said. The girls smiled and giggled. To them, people from Vice City were full of money and always up for it. The hooker moves closer to him.
"What brings you to Liberty?" she asks, slowly beginning to rub his side. The man coldly stares at her and frowns. She quickly removes her arm from his side.
"You don't need to know," he replied, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Is there something wrong?" the hooker replied. "Maybe I can help you."
"No," the man replied again, his voice more angrier now. "It was a skuzzy bimbo like you who ruined my life."
"We're not all skuzzy bimbos, you know. I don't do it for the money," the girl began.
"No. You just do it for the experience," the man erupted. "I've heard it all before. It was one of you people who ruined my life. I was all set and happy to live with my childhood sweetheart, but no.what goes and happens?"
"Umm, I, I think I know," the girl replied, slightly worried now. She slowly begins to move away nervously.
"She was the love of my life," he continued. "But no.ever since that skuzzy whore and her Mafia connected boyfriend got involved, it all went to hell. 10 months. 10 long, saddening months, I have been offering my services as a hitman, a sniper, a driver and an accomplice to any scum-bag who needs it. Now look at me, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in physically, but mentally, I'm a wreck."
"So what are you doing now?" the girl asked, now deeply concerned.
"I'm gonna be a part of one of Liberty City's most infamous events.Liberty City Survivor 2003. 120 men let loose around Liberty, as they fight for survival. The winner gets $850,000.the losers get a free ticket straight to hell and if they're lucky a bullet through their heads." With that, then man cracked his fists.
"Survivor?" The girl reiterated. "My ex-husband is going to be in that!"
"Then I'd best make sure I pop a blade into his gullet, eh?" the man sneered.
"Just so you know, his name's Danny Forelli. Make sure you get him for me, won't you."
"Sure.another reason to kill somebody." The man laughed.
"And what is your name?" the girl asked. The man looked back up at the window and stared once again at his reflection.
"My name?" he began, snickering. "I am 'The Hundred Gunner'." The girls paused.
"You mean you're."
"Yes. Rick Gunner at your service."
"Oh wow!" the girls screamed. "A real criminal! A real.burly criminal. You're convicted of over a hundred murders with your gun. Can we see it? Can we please see it?" The Hundred Gunner merely smiled, as the train slowed down.it was about to arrive on Staunton Island.
"Of course." He pulled out his jet black pistol with the crimson tip. He pointed it at the girl. The girls were looking at it, before.BANG! A shot rang out, as the hooker fell to the ground, a bullet wound straight at her heart. The last few girls screamed, as Rick Gunner stood up, blowing smoke from the end of his gun. "Good night, ladies." He laughed evilly, as he walked off the train and into the station. There were no people in the subway, but there were still screams and cries of distraught prostitutes as the train pulled away. Rick Gunner merely smiled. He began to exit the subway, climbing up many flights of stairs. He appeared not far away from the Casino once owned by Kenji Kassim, a Yakuza crime-lord assassinated a couple of years ago by a famous criminal. Rick Gunner began to walk toward the casino. Two guards were on the door. Gunner approached them and stood in front of them saying nothing.
"What do you want?" One of the guards said, placing a pair of brass knuckles on his fist.
"Easy, easy." Rick snickered. "Can't the good old Hundred Gunner get a drink around here?" he asked.
"Ricky, my friend." the second guard grinned, shaking his hand. "Long time no see, buddy. Where have you been?"
"On the news.on the radio.all over the front pages of newspapers." Rick laughed.
"Yeah, you're one of the most wanted criminals in Liberty AND Vice.the only other guy I can think of who has done that is Tommy Vercetti." The guard said.
"Vercetti, huh?" Rick frowned.
"Yeah." The guard replied. "Why? Do you have a problem with Vercetti?"
"A problem with Vercetti?" Gunner smiled. "If I had a problem with Vercetti, you may as well move to somewhere like Michigan."
"Well as long as you're here, I'm guessing you wanna talk to Mr. Love, do you?
"You know me too well, Skipper." Rick laughs.
"Don't call me SKIPPER!" The guard yells. The other guard removes his brass knuckles and laughs as well. "What the hell are YOU laughing at, Rosie?" the guard falls silent.
"Rosie and Skipper?" Rick muttered beneath his breath. "So are you letting me in or not?"
"Sure, sure.anything for the guy who sorted out my financial problems. I hope that bank manager is STILL burning in hell. Slimy rat!"
"Yes," Rick replied. "Well.you know that Liberty City Survivor is starting tomorrow afternoon. I need to confirm with Donald that I'm in."
"Well." The guard muttered. "He's not in at the moment. He's still in hiding, you know, but he'll have his phone on him, so you can just call him."
Rick smiles, but his patience is running low, so he tries to shove through the guards without being too physical. He enters inside, there are still people playing on slot machines and other casino games such as blackjack, craps and roulette. There is a lot of attention spawning around a poker game in the centre of the casino, but Rick ignores all of this and heads straight into the main office. He sits himself down on the large leather seat and flicks the phone into the air and catches it. He dials the number and it rings.and rings.and ring.until.
END OF CHAPTER 1
OK, I don't know how long it will take for me to complete the next chapter, it might not be until next week, it could be two weeks, but for now, I hope you enjoy Chapter 1.and in Chapter 2, we'll get things cooking. Here's what you can expect.
Rick meets an old friend. The Survivor Tournament begins. A 4 way car / helicopter chase
Later.
Surprisingly, the Streets of Chinatown were eerily quiet. He was looking at the ground as he walked, both hands his pockets. A couple of cars would drive past, but only the late night clubber or local wannabe-yob. He pulled one of his arms free to look at his watch.3am. He sighed to himself. There was no-where for him to go, and he refused to become a mere tramp and sleep on the streets. A box of bullets rattled in his pocket, as he clutched his pistol within his other hand, still well hidden within the pocket. He shuddered, the night air was cold and unforgiving this time of year. He looked up to the sky.not a single cloud, only glistening stars and the moving silhouette of an aeroplane. He approached the entrance to the subway, when he heard muffled shouting and cheers from inside. Cautiously, he began to descend the flight of stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. He saw a gentleman walking up the stairs rather nervously, looking back every couple of seconds. The man looked shaken, almost as though he was about to cry. The gentleman looked up to see the colossal figure above him. The man was huge, at least 6 foot 9 inches. He was extremely well-built, with his bulging arm muscles showing even through the thickness of his leather overcoat. His long dark brown hair was in disarray, but he still looked reasonably well dressed. He merely stared at the gentleman as he ran quickly up the stairs and out of the subway. Still the cheers echoed throughout the stairwells. The huge man continued down the steps and peered over the ledge. He looked down to the deck below, where some Triad thugs had begun to toy with a young man, possibly in his early 20's, if not his late teens. The boy was being pushed about back and forth like a human pinball. The Triads were throwing glass bottles and empty cigarette lighters at him, showing no remorse whatsoever. He could smell the alcohol from where he stood. Some of the Triads had even fallen on the floor, either they were sleeping or had passed out. The escalator ran down to the bottom of the subway, as the large man stepped on and descended to the bottom of the subway. He looked at his watch briefly once again.3.06am. The train would be here in a few minutes. Finally, he reached the floor, as the Triads turned to him. They looked up, slightly intimidated just by his size and stature. The man stepped forward, as one Triad thug now had the boy grasped by the hair and was attempting to grab his wallet from him. He froze as the huge man grabbed the Triad by the throat and lifted him off the floor with one arm. He threw him aside into another Triad thug. The young boy made a break for it, with all his possessions but his pride left with him. There were 6 Triads who were still standing, 3 of them were only just! They seemed pretty pissed, but the man showed no fear. Even when one of the Triads pulled out a large knife, he merely cracked his knuckles and ominously paced towards him. The Triad swiped at the man with the knife, but the man grasped the thug by the arm with ease, kicking the knife into the air and landing, blade first onto the floor. Again, the giant man threw the Triad aside. The remaining Triads staggered towards the hulking brute, zombie-like. With a single punch, he knocks each of the Triads out cold. There is only one remaining, and he has grabbed a hold of the knife. He yells as he goes to penetrate his back, but the man amazingly executes a back kick straight to the jaw of the Triad. He picks him back up to his feet and grabs him by the back of the neck. He stares mercilessly at the Triad.SNAP.his neck is shattered. The thug falls to the ground, dead. The man looks down at the corpse, unforgivingly staring directly at it, before picking up his knife, as well as raiding each of the fallen bodies for any money, drugs or other valuables they may have.
After stuffing his pockets with their possessions, the train pulls up at the station, covered in graffiti as ever. The man steps up onto the platform and enters the train. He peers into each of the carriages. In one cabin, there are a group of hookers laughing and smoking, in the second carriage is just a tramp asleep on one of the seats. The man grins and moves into the carriage full of women. He enters the carriage and intentionally sits a couple of seats in front of them. As he passes, a couple of the girls lean out of their seats to look at the giant that had just walked by. He sits down, the floor covered in flyers and litter. The girls continue to laugh and somewhat flirt with each other, as the man looks down at the floor. With a suddenly hiss and a jerk, the train rattles on once again. The train rocks and sways as it moves. One of the girls is even sick over the back seat. The unknown behemoth sat in his seat just stares at his reflection in the window. What has he become? A merciless killer? A psychotic maniac? No.this is who he was. This was why he was known as what he was. This was his reputation, his career, his life. With that, one of the girls suddenly shouts out.
"Hey cutie, only $120 an hour!" before quickly sitting back down in her seat. He looks back over to the girls, who are giggling and laughing like before. He turns back to the window, paying no attention. He murmurs something beneath his breath, but the girls cannot figure out what he said. The man stares at his reflection, when the same girl moves forward next to him. The other girls point and stare, as she sits next to him. "So.where are you from?" she asked, obviously trying to get somewhere with this stranger. The man looks at her, turns back to the window and grins.
"I am from Vice City," the man softly said. The girls smiled and giggled. To them, people from Vice City were full of money and always up for it. The hooker moves closer to him.
"What brings you to Liberty?" she asks, slowly beginning to rub his side. The man coldly stares at her and frowns. She quickly removes her arm from his side.
"You don't need to know," he replied, with a hint of anger in his voice.
"Is there something wrong?" the hooker replied. "Maybe I can help you."
"No," the man replied again, his voice more angrier now. "It was a skuzzy bimbo like you who ruined my life."
"We're not all skuzzy bimbos, you know. I don't do it for the money," the girl began.
"No. You just do it for the experience," the man erupted. "I've heard it all before. It was one of you people who ruined my life. I was all set and happy to live with my childhood sweetheart, but no.what goes and happens?"
"Umm, I, I think I know," the girl replied, slightly worried now. She slowly begins to move away nervously.
"She was the love of my life," he continued. "But no.ever since that skuzzy whore and her Mafia connected boyfriend got involved, it all went to hell. 10 months. 10 long, saddening months, I have been offering my services as a hitman, a sniper, a driver and an accomplice to any scum-bag who needs it. Now look at me, I'm in the best shape I've ever been in physically, but mentally, I'm a wreck."
"So what are you doing now?" the girl asked, now deeply concerned.
"I'm gonna be a part of one of Liberty City's most infamous events.Liberty City Survivor 2003. 120 men let loose around Liberty, as they fight for survival. The winner gets $850,000.the losers get a free ticket straight to hell and if they're lucky a bullet through their heads." With that, then man cracked his fists.
"Survivor?" The girl reiterated. "My ex-husband is going to be in that!"
"Then I'd best make sure I pop a blade into his gullet, eh?" the man sneered.
"Just so you know, his name's Danny Forelli. Make sure you get him for me, won't you."
"Sure.another reason to kill somebody." The man laughed.
"And what is your name?" the girl asked. The man looked back up at the window and stared once again at his reflection.
"My name?" he began, snickering. "I am 'The Hundred Gunner'." The girls paused.
"You mean you're."
"Yes. Rick Gunner at your service."
"Oh wow!" the girls screamed. "A real criminal! A real.burly criminal. You're convicted of over a hundred murders with your gun. Can we see it? Can we please see it?" The Hundred Gunner merely smiled, as the train slowed down.it was about to arrive on Staunton Island.
"Of course." He pulled out his jet black pistol with the crimson tip. He pointed it at the girl. The girls were looking at it, before.BANG! A shot rang out, as the hooker fell to the ground, a bullet wound straight at her heart. The last few girls screamed, as Rick Gunner stood up, blowing smoke from the end of his gun. "Good night, ladies." He laughed evilly, as he walked off the train and into the station. There were no people in the subway, but there were still screams and cries of distraught prostitutes as the train pulled away. Rick Gunner merely smiled. He began to exit the subway, climbing up many flights of stairs. He appeared not far away from the Casino once owned by Kenji Kassim, a Yakuza crime-lord assassinated a couple of years ago by a famous criminal. Rick Gunner began to walk toward the casino. Two guards were on the door. Gunner approached them and stood in front of them saying nothing.
"What do you want?" One of the guards said, placing a pair of brass knuckles on his fist.
"Easy, easy." Rick snickered. "Can't the good old Hundred Gunner get a drink around here?" he asked.
"Ricky, my friend." the second guard grinned, shaking his hand. "Long time no see, buddy. Where have you been?"
"On the news.on the radio.all over the front pages of newspapers." Rick laughed.
"Yeah, you're one of the most wanted criminals in Liberty AND Vice.the only other guy I can think of who has done that is Tommy Vercetti." The guard said.
"Vercetti, huh?" Rick frowned.
"Yeah." The guard replied. "Why? Do you have a problem with Vercetti?"
"A problem with Vercetti?" Gunner smiled. "If I had a problem with Vercetti, you may as well move to somewhere like Michigan."
"Well as long as you're here, I'm guessing you wanna talk to Mr. Love, do you?
"You know me too well, Skipper." Rick laughs.
"Don't call me SKIPPER!" The guard yells. The other guard removes his brass knuckles and laughs as well. "What the hell are YOU laughing at, Rosie?" the guard falls silent.
"Rosie and Skipper?" Rick muttered beneath his breath. "So are you letting me in or not?"
"Sure, sure.anything for the guy who sorted out my financial problems. I hope that bank manager is STILL burning in hell. Slimy rat!"
"Yes," Rick replied. "Well.you know that Liberty City Survivor is starting tomorrow afternoon. I need to confirm with Donald that I'm in."
"Well." The guard muttered. "He's not in at the moment. He's still in hiding, you know, but he'll have his phone on him, so you can just call him."
Rick smiles, but his patience is running low, so he tries to shove through the guards without being too physical. He enters inside, there are still people playing on slot machines and other casino games such as blackjack, craps and roulette. There is a lot of attention spawning around a poker game in the centre of the casino, but Rick ignores all of this and heads straight into the main office. He sits himself down on the large leather seat and flicks the phone into the air and catches it. He dials the number and it rings.and rings.and ring.until.
END OF CHAPTER 1
OK, I don't know how long it will take for me to complete the next chapter, it might not be until next week, it could be two weeks, but for now, I hope you enjoy Chapter 1.and in Chapter 2, we'll get things cooking. Here's what you can expect.
Rick meets an old friend. The Survivor Tournament begins. A 4 way car / helicopter chase
Later.