a/n: sorry its been so long since an update, but I've been bogged down with college work. Please R&R.
Part 4: Liberty City: Pump Action Pimp
It was two am. Jason had been driving around for hours. He couldn't sleep when the fog was this bad. He stopped at the traffic lights by Luigi's club in Red Light. They looked red, but it was hard to tell, the club lights shone through the fog. He got out the car and headed round back, he needed something to take his mind off his life.
Someone must have seen him because Luigi stormed out before he could reach the door. "Some Diablo scumbag has been pimping his skuzzy bitches in my backyard. Go and 'take care of things for me'." Jason was about to speak but Luigi cut him off, "if you need a piece, go around back of AmmuNation opposite the subway." He stormed back inside.
This was just what Jason wanted. Someone to kill. And a reason, to ease any possible guilt. He ran back to the car, the fog was beginning to lift. A car sped past him, he had held up the traffic. Horns blasted at him as he stepped inside and shot off from the once again red light. AmmuNation was easy to get to, a gun had been left out for him in the shooting area behind the store. He grabbed it and headed back for the car.
He pulled forward, back the the lights. He was debating how to catch the Diablo scumbag when the car turned left from outside Luigi's club. The awedacity! Jason hit his foot to the floor and sped towards the Diablo car. They hit head on. The rears of both cars flew into the air. The airbag in Jason's car quickly exploded but was beaten by a knife. The two cars were mangled together. The front of the cars had pushed back, forcing the doors shut. Jason tried to kick his door open.
The two men in the Diablo car climbed out the window. By now, a crowd had formed. A woman walked to the Diablo men, she wanted to offer help, but was met with a shotgun to the chest. Jason looked in horror. This isn't what he wanted. The man opened fire on the car. Jason jumped out of the seat and onto the road. The crowd dispersed. Smoke and flames came from the cars engine. Jason stood and jumped away as the two cars exploded, lifting a foot into the air.
The gunman was too close. He was thrown across the road, dead. He landed next to Jason. The other man stood up. He was shaken but pulled a gun out. He stood over Jason. His hand moved to the fallen shotgun. The Diablo man pointed the gun at Jason, "Die motherf-" Jason pulled the shotgun out from under the corpse, pulling the trigger.
The body fell to the floor. Without the head, which was shattered and thrown across the area. Jason heard sirens in the distance. A car pulled up behind the wreak. Jason stood, he was covered in blood. Not his. The car driver looked scarred. He was about to drive away when the shotgun was pushed to his face. He opened the door and got out, Jason threw the back end of the gun in his face before stealing the car and speeding away.
He drove away from the scene. His pager beeped and shook in his pocket. A message from AmmuNation, "the pistol is now in" scrolled across the screen. He might need that. Quickly finding himself outside Joey's garage, he sat there. A quick kill was all he wanted, not an explosion and some innocent casualties.
What had he become? A hired killer? He wanted to kill someone this morning and Luigi had given him an excuse. Contemplating his thoughts, Joey smashed his hand on the window.
"Hey." Jason rolled the window down, "man is Luigi pissed at you?! You killed the Diablo too close to his club, and it was too noisey, i mean, blowing up a couple a cars, are you mad?" Jason looked forward, not at Joey. "Anyways, I need you to do a job for me. some guy, Mike Lips, he's eating lunch at Marco's Bistro. Steal the car and take it to 8 Ball, you know 8 Ball right, then bring the car back. He won't be eating lunch forever, so hurry up." He handed him a brown bag, "here's the cash for this, and for Luigi. $14,000, don't spend it all at once."
Joey turned and headed for the garage. Jason was on auto pilot. His foot hit the floor and his hands turned the wheel. But his mind was somewhere else. The past events flashing through his head. He was already at the Bistro in Saint Marks. The grey Idaho stared a him. It taunted him.
Jason knew that if he didn't do this, he would be dead. He needed to get out. Out of Liberty City and out of the rut that he was stuck in. And he knew something else. He would have to be the faithful dog, the errand boy and mindless killer, to stay alive, and to leave.
He stepped into the car. The radio blared noise at him. It got switch off. The car screeched backwards into the road and then forwards as Jason performed a handbrake turn. He would have to keep the car in one piece, and an undented one at that, or Mike Lips would know that it had been tampered with. He still drove fast though. Overtaking every car in the road and barely stopping to let an old lady finish crossing the road. She must have been deaf, because she never even noticed him as he screeched to a halt mere centimetres from her.
She finally reached the sidewalk and he started again, handbrake turning into 8 Balls place. Moments later and he was back in reverse, this time with a bomb under the backseat. If he crashed this car now, he would be in big trouble. The ride back was a lot shorter, more cars careered off the road to avoid him. No cops ever caught him though. Slowing down as he reached the Bistro, he carefully parked the car back in the space and armed the bomb.
Quietly stepping back into his own car, he headed down the hill. The explosion rang through his ears. Several car windows smashed and people screamed in fear and pain. He saw the flames and the cloud of smoke in the mirror but thought nothing of it. This was his life now. And he had to live it.
