Tommy Vercetti sensed something was wrong suddenly, as he walked out the front door of his mansion. He observed his surroundings nervously. The wind was blowing hard, the trees swayed back and forth rhythmically, Tommy wondered how they didn't snap in half. It was obviously going to rain soon, a dull gray had taken over the once blue sky. A loud crash of thunder rang out suddenly, making Tommy jump.

"Jesus, I'm losing it." Tommy said to himself, trying his best to laugh.

But his smile faded, he didn't think something was wrong, he knew it. Suddenly a red flash illuminated in front of his eyes, blinding him temporarily, he staggered backwards, trying to shake the red glow away. It cleared in seconds, Tommy looked down at his chest to see a red laser aimed right at the center of his heart. He quickly dove to the side, a bullet smashed into the ground where he had stood only seconds ago. Another bullet flew towards him, but missed him by inches. The bullet smashed into the marble steps and took a large chunk out of it.

Tommy looked around, frantically trying to figure out where the sniper fire was coming from. He didn't have enough time to think, another bullet whizzed by his head, it made his ears ring loudly. Quickly he ran back towards the entrance of the mansion. More bullets flew at him, from all different directions.

"Snipers! More than one!" Tommy yelled to his guards outside.

Vercetti's guards immediately swarmed out of the mansion, brandishing chromed desert eagles. Tommy felt hot lead smash into his leg, searing through his flash and blowing the bone apart. He screamed in pain as he stumbled forward. He did his best to keep moving towards the mansion. Finally he made it inside, he limped towards the bar to the left of him and collapsed on a white leather sofa. He could hear his guard's firing their weapons outside. He doubted they were hitting anything.

He chanced a quick look out the window, he only looked long enough to see a bullet smash into one of the guard's chest. Blood splattered against the window he was looking out of, Tommy quickly ducked back down to safety.

Tommy ripped part of his blue shirt off and hastily wrapped it tightly around the wound on his leg. The material was quickly soaked through with dark red blood.

Tommy realized for the first time that the gunfire outside had ceased. He cautiously looked back out the window, trying to see through the blood. All 10 of his guards lay dead outside, a huge pool of blood had formed around their bodies. An eery silence overtook the mansion grounds, Tommy felt extremely uneasy. Shakily he stood up and walked back towards the front entrance to the mansion. He held his pistol up just in case he saw one of the attackers. Slowly he stepped foot outside, something told him the danger had passed for now.

He looked around, no sign of anything. He heaved a huge sigh of relief, the attackers had given up for now. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled his cell phone out, quickly he dialed some numbers by memory.

"Yeah, it's Tommy. Get down here fast, someone tried to kill me," Tommy paused for a moment, and then gave the slightest hint of a smirk, "again."

"Bring a lot of back up, they got all of the guards, bring some over from the Print Works and the Cab company. Oh, and hurry up." Tommy put the phone back in his pocket and walked back into the mansion for a drink.

5 Years Later

Tommy pulled his silk blanket over his head in a desperate attempt to fall asleep. He had been having trouble sleeping lately, he didn't understand why. Something deep down in the recesses of his mind told him that everything wasn't right. He gave up on sleep for the time being and sat up. Slowly his eyes moved from the left of the dark room, to the right. He closely examined the red plush carpet and the white lacquered wooden door. It was a nice room, but it lacked one thing. Windows. Tommy didn't like the idea of anyone being able to see him in his room, it only added to the possibility of another sniper attack.

His mind went back to that day 5 years ago when he had been attacked. He was uncomfortable with the fact that after the failed attack, whoever it was never tried again. He refused to believe that someone would try once, and then pack up and leave.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a small thumping noise from inside his closet. The same goddamn noise he had heard for the past 5 months. Every once in awhile he'd hear it, it creeped him out. He didn't bother checking inside the closet, he'd done that the first 50 or so times it had happened, and had never found anything. Tommy laid back down and rubbed his eyes with his thumbs.

"Damn I need some sleep." He muttered out loud.

He reached to the night stand next to him and picked up a bottle of pills. He took the top off and poured 5 pills into his hand, quickly he threw them into his mouth and swallowed them all at once. He knew he was only supposed to take one, but it didn't matter anymore. Tommy's paranoia was taking huge effect on him, he felt that it was making him wreckless.

At last sleep took over. All night Tommy's sleep was filled with horrific nightmares. But only one stood out particularly. He had dreamt of the most unlikely thing he thought possible, leprechauns. In the dream thousands of the little bastards were chasing him through the woods.

Tommy tried to shake the thoughts away.

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Well here's the first chapter for what is going to be... a new story! Story is not what it seems, you'll see what I mean later. Please RR, thanks!