Authors Note: I do not own GTA; it was created respectivly by Rockstar Entertainment and SCEA. So please folks, do not sue me. I am a poor hobo living in a cardboard box and I just happen to have a $3000 laptop. On to Chapter 2 of Vercetti Mafia!
Tommy leaned on the gas pedal. "Damn those friggin cops," He thought. "So what if I ran over some hobo, not like he had a life except to bug money off of people and hang around bars and strip clubs." An all to familiar siren was sounding; and sure enough a cop car was following them. "Ah fuck it," He muttered. He pulled over, hopefully he could get off easy, and if not just kill the stupid idiot. He was surprised however, when a tall figure stepped out of the police car. He didn't look like a police man; he was fit and wore black clothing. Tommy didn't like the feeling that was growing in his stomache, so he pulled out his 32 calibur pistol. The figure walked slowly towards the car, completely silent. Phil was begining to sweat; small droplets were pouring from his face and dampening his white t-shirt. He began to lift his arm, but suddenly stopped moving. The black figure had at one moment been 10 meters away from the car; now it was standing on top of the hood with some sort of machine gun aimed through the roof.
"GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!" Roared Tommy, and the passangers flew out of the car just as it exploded into flames. Phil was dragged from the explosion by Tommy, and the other two passangers were either unconcious or dead. Phil raised his machine gun arm at the figure beside the burning reckage and fired 50 bullets in less than a second. It had no effect on the monster, who now dissapeared into the smoke and flame, leaving Tommy and Phil stunned on the road with about 10 people lying around, most of them dead.
"Holy Shit..." muttered Tommy. He had never seen someone move so quickly before. This guy had some speed, and he seemed invincible to lethal weapons. He was going to be a problem.
Sirens announced the arrival of an entire police squadron, as well as a few ambulances. Tommy decided it was best that they were not discovered here; he carried Phil into a bar nearby. There he used his Cell to contact the rest of the Mob that the date with the Cubans had to wait, there were bigger fish to fry. "Damn," He thought. "That was my best car too."
Mitch Baker stood at the docks, surveying the traffic going by. "Shoot," he thought. "The bastards left without me. Damn pussys, don't know a thing about patience." He turned around to head for his motorbike, when suddenly he sensed something behind him. Grip tightening around his Brass knuckles, he spun around to meet the figure that stood there. Less than two meters away, a tall figure robed in black stood. "Who the hell are you?" Mitch half shouted. The figure didn't answer, rather it pulled a large pistol from somewhere within it's coat and aimed it at Mitch Baker. Mitch froze, terror building up inside him. "You got issues with me, Mother Fucker? Fight like a man! The figure slowly raised his gun down, then Mitch heard something that sounded like laughter. For the first time, the man spoke: "Fight like a man? Do you mean mortal?" The voice was quiet yet filled with some sort of irrisistable hunger. "A hunger to kill," Thought Mitch. "Yeh, I guess so. What are you, some sort of druggy?" The man laughed, but did not answer. suddenly, he wasn't there. "W-what!?" gasped Mitch. He looked down at his stomache and was horrified to see a large arm sticking out of it. "I won." The words were whispered in his ear, the last sounds he would ever here. His vision blurred; he felt himself falling to the ground. "Damn," He thought. "This sucks ass."
An end to an eventful chapter in the Vercetti Mafia series. No, this killing machine is not involved with the cubans. He is involved in something much more evil. To give you a grasp of what sort of evil this guy is, he makes Tommy look like a saint. No further words needed. See you next chapter. Please R&R or send me an email at animext1@hotmail.com
Tommy leaned on the gas pedal. "Damn those friggin cops," He thought. "So what if I ran over some hobo, not like he had a life except to bug money off of people and hang around bars and strip clubs." An all to familiar siren was sounding; and sure enough a cop car was following them. "Ah fuck it," He muttered. He pulled over, hopefully he could get off easy, and if not just kill the stupid idiot. He was surprised however, when a tall figure stepped out of the police car. He didn't look like a police man; he was fit and wore black clothing. Tommy didn't like the feeling that was growing in his stomache, so he pulled out his 32 calibur pistol. The figure walked slowly towards the car, completely silent. Phil was begining to sweat; small droplets were pouring from his face and dampening his white t-shirt. He began to lift his arm, but suddenly stopped moving. The black figure had at one moment been 10 meters away from the car; now it was standing on top of the hood with some sort of machine gun aimed through the roof.
"GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!" Roared Tommy, and the passangers flew out of the car just as it exploded into flames. Phil was dragged from the explosion by Tommy, and the other two passangers were either unconcious or dead. Phil raised his machine gun arm at the figure beside the burning reckage and fired 50 bullets in less than a second. It had no effect on the monster, who now dissapeared into the smoke and flame, leaving Tommy and Phil stunned on the road with about 10 people lying around, most of them dead.
"Holy Shit..." muttered Tommy. He had never seen someone move so quickly before. This guy had some speed, and he seemed invincible to lethal weapons. He was going to be a problem.
Sirens announced the arrival of an entire police squadron, as well as a few ambulances. Tommy decided it was best that they were not discovered here; he carried Phil into a bar nearby. There he used his Cell to contact the rest of the Mob that the date with the Cubans had to wait, there were bigger fish to fry. "Damn," He thought. "That was my best car too."
Mitch Baker stood at the docks, surveying the traffic going by. "Shoot," he thought. "The bastards left without me. Damn pussys, don't know a thing about patience." He turned around to head for his motorbike, when suddenly he sensed something behind him. Grip tightening around his Brass knuckles, he spun around to meet the figure that stood there. Less than two meters away, a tall figure robed in black stood. "Who the hell are you?" Mitch half shouted. The figure didn't answer, rather it pulled a large pistol from somewhere within it's coat and aimed it at Mitch Baker. Mitch froze, terror building up inside him. "You got issues with me, Mother Fucker? Fight like a man! The figure slowly raised his gun down, then Mitch heard something that sounded like laughter. For the first time, the man spoke: "Fight like a man? Do you mean mortal?" The voice was quiet yet filled with some sort of irrisistable hunger. "A hunger to kill," Thought Mitch. "Yeh, I guess so. What are you, some sort of druggy?" The man laughed, but did not answer. suddenly, he wasn't there. "W-what!?" gasped Mitch. He looked down at his stomache and was horrified to see a large arm sticking out of it. "I won." The words were whispered in his ear, the last sounds he would ever here. His vision blurred; he felt himself falling to the ground. "Damn," He thought. "This sucks ass."
An end to an eventful chapter in the Vercetti Mafia series. No, this killing machine is not involved with the cubans. He is involved in something much more evil. To give you a grasp of what sort of evil this guy is, he makes Tommy look like a saint. No further words needed. See you next chapter. Please R&R or send me an email at animext1@hotmail.com