Title: A Bullet for the
Sadist
Rating: R (Swearing. Gore. The usual
for GTA)
Author: MacyBlue
Contact: whitewolfsilverknightyahoo.com
Disclaimer: Grand Theft Auto and all
its respectful characters belong to Rockstar games, and all their partner
companies. The song lyrics to "45" belong to Shinedown. I am not making any
money off this.
Summary: After a betrayal at the
hands of a relative of the Leone family, somebody is out for revenge.
Feedback: …Is always nice! It's
really nice to know that people are actually reading it. Feedback gives me extra enthusiasm to write.
Note: Yes, revised again! Only small
changes though.
Thanks: I would like to thank Mr Pink (), who reviewed this story, and reminded me that I
actually still have it up! Thank you, Mr Pink. (By
the way, are ya a Reservoir Dogs fan?)
sadistn. Someone who obtains pleasure from inflicting pain on others
-What ever happened
to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart?-
Prologue – The Curtains Rise
It was a bloody massacre. The image of the crimson walls and the bodies of my
loved ones still burn in my mind. I didn't hear the paramedic as he spoke to me.
I didn't believe my family as they told me that everything was going to be all
right. Their comforting words slid off the rough exterior of my bitter sadness
and silent rage.
"Everything's going to be all right, Chrissie."
"Look at me, are you ok?"
"It's okay. You'll be ok. Why don't you lie down?"
Nothing
was all right. My life lay in pieces around me, and I could only grieve over
the remains. I could only watch from the sidelines as everything crumbled down.
I knew it was coming, I knew it. Why didn't I stop it? Why couldn't I stop it?
To love is to hurt, and to kill is to be reborn. I wanted to die. I wanted to
kill. I wanted everybody to fall, as I fell. I wanted to curl up and disappear.
Nothing was worth this. Money and power wasn't worth my family. I had a
husband. I had two little kids. Did I have to trade one for the other?
How did I end up here?
I wanted to put a bullet through every fuck that still wore a smile. I wanted
to pump every bastard who did this full of lead. People always say an eye for
an eye, why not a life for a life? I had two people on my hit list, but anybody
who'd get in my way would die too.
They
had to die. If they lived, then I could never be free again. This was my
obsession. This was my clarity. They had to
die. I had to look upon the graves of Michael Castell and Anthony Leone and
know that there bodies rest there.
It was the closure for the tortured soul.
He ordered the hit.
But
I could kill Michael. He was Anthony's hitman. He handled his "special" jobs.
Anthony's death would have to wait, but Michael's would not. Tonight, he would
die tonight.
I killed Michael. I shot through his home. I took him out of his house, bound
and blindfolded, and led him to the rooftop of an old, abandoned apartment
complex. I pushed him to his knees. I stared at his back, contemplating the
events so far. My, what a day…
"How could you do that?" Acid dripped from my every word. What could I say to
him? He had killed my family, I didn't care to make some witty statement. "Huh?
Why did you kill them? Answer me, you asshole!" I kicked him in the back,
sending his face into the snow.
"You know how it is. It's all just business." His voice was low and uncaring.
But he was truthful. The truth hurts, doesn't it?
I honestly don't know what I had expected him to say. Did I expect him to tell
me that he was sorry? That he was forced to? His truthfulness hit hard. It was
all just business. All the people I had ever killed was business, was it any
different with him? This was the first murder I had ever committed that wasn't
business. This was completely personal.
"It's
always business…isn't it?" It was more of a statement than a question. I didn't
expect an answer. Now everything dawned on me. Everybody that I had killed, did
they feel like I did now? What did they think when they saw their lifeless
loves, as I did? The murderer was finally paying for her sins. This wasn't
worth it…
Michael slowly scurried back onto his knees. His breath was shallow and shaky.
No, he was never one to beg. He was the type of man that would go down with
pride. Be prideful, Mike.
I rose my gun, ready for the consequences of this
murder.
Bang. The bullet ripped through his
chest. He collapsed face first onto the snowy rooftop. Crimson snow nestled his
dieing body. I thought about leaving him like this, but I decided against it. I
would show them the same brutality that they showed my family. There was no
better man in revenge.
I dragged his body to the edge of the rooftop. I knelt down to one knee,
adjusting his head so his neck arched over the ledge of the rooftop. Slowly, I
pulled out a knife and slit his throat. I stood up and climbed down the fire
escape. I walked to the front of the building and studied the scene. His blood
ran in jagged lines down the front of the gray building, down to the snow,
leaving a small red stain.
I looked into the sky. Like a sad movie, the snow kept falling to symbolize the
sadness of the protagonist. It would have to snow forever then, 'cause some wounds can't heal, or chose not to. I walked away
from my artwork, into the blistering cold night of Liberty City.
My
wicked life and it's consequences danced around me,
laughing at my misfortune. I was now a victim, waiting for the terrible horrors
to end, and for solace to reach me.
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart?
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart?
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
-
45 by Shinedown
End
Prologue
(This is a damn long prologue!)
- All comments would be appreciated!
And brownie points for anyone who can guess the puns of the names Anthony Leone
and Michael Castell! (Leone is a giveaway!)