Tommy drove slowly to avoid police attention. He couldn't risk anyone seeing him again. The drive seemed much longer than it actually was. Tommy couldn't help but smile. Despite all the horrible things that had happened, Tommy was pleased to get action like this again.

He slowed his car to a stop as he waited for the section of the bridge that seperated Staunton Island from Shoreside Vale to come back down so he could cross.

"Come on..." Tommy murmured to himself as he listened to the toll bell ring over and over again, "Come on!"

He tried to get ahold of himself, to calm down and learn to be more patient. Finally the bridge was crossable again, he let his foot off the break and continued cruising to 'The Boss's' mansion. Liberty City was meant to be his, it was ALWAYS meant to be his. Back in the days when he worked for Sonny Forelli, he had always planned to off that fatass and take the city for himself. That was until he got thrown in prison for multiple homicide. Somehow he had gotten out after serving only 15 years, he still didn't see how that was possible.

Sooner than he realized, Tommy was only two blocks away from the mansion where he had previously escaped death by inches. The Shoreside Vale projects were operating normally; high end cars drive to and fro; people sat comfortably in their mansions while people just across the bridge sat uncomfortably in their ratty apartments and cardboard boxes; the occasional fight broke out in the streets. Shoreside Vale may be the upscale part of Liberty City, but crime was still strong there.

Tommy turned around and searched the cases of guns he had bought from 8-Ball. He didn't plan on using all of them today, most of them would be saved. He found the case he was after and withdrew two micro uzis from it. After that, he stuffed as many extra clips as he could fit in his jacket pockets. Before exiting the vehicle, he picked up the case of grenades. He was careful to cover the top of the box so no one would see them.

After assuring himself that he had everything he needed, he began the walk towards the mansion. In minutes he was standing outside of the gates. He was surprised to find the gates wide open, he wondered if anyone had even discovered the bodies that adorned the inside of the mansion. After walking through the gates, he set the case of grenades down on the ground.

The grounds were eerily quiet. The large house loomed in front of Tommy ominously, challenging him to come inside for the inevitable showdown. He looked down at the grenades, and then back up at the mansion. Something caught Tommy's eyes at the window at the right side of the third floor.

"Holy shit..." Tommy mumbled.

Leaning against the window seal and looking straight down at him, was The Boss. His face was almost a smirk. The figure took a step backwards and was instantly gone from Tommy's view. Tommy yelled in anger to himself and reached down for a grenade.

"Mute motherfucker!" Tommy yelled as he hurled the bomb at the window that The Boss had formerly inhabitated.

The 'pineapple' passed right through the glass, shattering it instantly. Tommy didn't hesitate to lob another grenade into the window directly to the left of the previous one. He continued the process until each window had a grenade in it. The first one detonated, the entire room erupted into a blazing inferno. Following that, each grenade detonated, until all 8 rooms were demolished. Smoke billowed in torrents out of the ruined windows. Quickly Tommy tore his uzis from his jacket and made his way to the door.

With a fierce kick, Tommy knocked the front door open with great force. The sight before him was twisted, Tommy began to wonder if this mystery man was fully human or not. Lined up against the wall to his right was everybody who had died during his last visit to the mansion. Their eyes stared at Tommy in that all too familiar stare. Tommy turned his head straight ahead as he heard the shuffling of feet running down the stairs.

"So the fun begins.." Tommy murmured as he kneeled to the ground and trained his uzis at the bottom of the stairs.

Two men in black suits complete with black ties and sunglasses reached the bottom of the stairs, armed with .45s. Tommy immediately squeezed both triggers and let loose a flurry of bullets at the guards' direction. A line of death formed on the first guard's white dress shirt that lay underneath his suit jacket, each red hole that formed the line began spreading larger until the shirt was soaked. He slumped backwards, very much dead. The other immediately began firing his .45. Quickly Tommy darted to his right, he held his uzis sideways and kept the trigger pressed down. The guard made a similar attempt to get out of the way, he, however, wasn't as fast asTommy. The bullets collided with his side and threw him sideways. His body rolled a couple times and came to a stop, motionless.

Quickly Tommy stood up and slammed new clips into his guns. He heard more shuffling upstairs as he dashed towards the stairs. At the top were more guards dressed in a way similar to the dead ones downstairs.

"At least this group has style." Tommy laughed to himself as he caused the two guards at the top of the stairs to meet the same fate as the ones downstairs.

Tommy continued up the stairs. As he reached the top he immediately dove forward as guards to both sides of him let loose a flurry of slugs. Most of them narrowly missed him, but one caught his upper thigh. He winced but that didn't stop him from spinning around and silencing two more of the sharply dressed men. The two to the right were both very heavy set, Tommy wondered how they got hired as guards. His question was answered immediately as the surprisingly quick fat man to the left leaned sideways to avoid some bullets that Tommy had sent his way. Heavy set proceeded to fire his dual .45s at Tommy. Tommy rolled to the side and unloaded the rest of his clip, the man's body jigged as the bullet ripped through it. The remaining man fumbled for his gun and shakily aimed at Tommy. He fired, hitting Tommy squarely in the shoulder. The force spun Tommy around, in one fluid movement he ripped his own .45 from his shoulder holster and had it aimed at the guard's face by the time he faced him again.

BLAM!

It took a single bullet to silence him forever. Tommy shakily stood up and glanced at his bleeding shoulder. The bullet had gone right through. The mansion grew silent once again. Tommy stood up and searched for more stairs, not taking time to look thoroughly in the rooms or even examine the mansion's features. Tommy finally came upon the set of stairs that led to the third floor. He walked up them and found himself in a dark cloud of smoke. He could barely see. He made his way through the place nevertheless, looking for the mute.

Tommy searched every room, struggling to stay conscious against the think smoke. He could barely see through it, but good enough to determine whether or not someone was in the room.

He kicked in a door to another office like room and stopped in his tracks when he saw what he was looking for. Sitting at the desk in front of him, as smugly as ever , was the mute. Tommy looked down at his hands, and his eyes widened at what he saw.

Tommy backed up and dove to the side of the mute fired a shotgun blast from his spas 12 right in Tommy's direction. A single pellet caught Tommy in the stomach, the rest caught only air. Tommy stumbled and fell backwards, the result of a coughing attack brought on by all the smoke. Tommy could barely make out the figure of the mute walking casually out of the office, searching the room with his eyes and the barrel of his shotgun. Tommy raised his .45 and pulled the trigger twice. Before the bullet even escaped the chamber, the mute dashed forward. The bullet flew past him quickly. The mute spun around aimed the shotgun at Tommy's crouching body. Tommy dove to the side as the blast shattered a huge vase behind him. He quickly aimed his sidearm and fired again. Somehow the bullets missed, the mute stood still.

Tommy dashed to the left, hoping the mute wouldn't see him through the smoke. He wasn't spotted, he was heard. The mute immediately sent another shotgun shell at Tommy. The pellets went right over Tommy as he threw himself to the floor to get out of the way. A large hole was blasted into the wall as a result of the buckshot.

Tommy rolled over twice and regained his footing. Swiftly he lined the barrel up with the heaving chest of the mute and fired. The mute was almost completely invisible now, but Tommy could get a good enough view to grasp his general direction. He saw the figure's left side jerk backwards and then spin around. The mute hit the ground hard. Tommy smiled as he watched him go down. His smile faded as the mute sat up in a lightning fast manner, shotgun aimed at Tommy's chest.

"Shit!" Tommy threw himself to the left and reached for his uzi.

As he hit the ground, he lost his grip on the machine pistol and it skidded across the floor and out of reach. He grasped inside his jacket for another clip to put in his .45. At least he found one and shoved it up into the gun, by now he'd lost track of where the mute was completely. Tommy was 98 blinded, he could barely make out the walls. He crept slowly forward, his gun held out in front of him. Then he heard a single footstep behind him. Quickly he spun around and fired off several blind shots. He hadn't a clue if he had hit something or not.

He began coughing again, so much so that he couldn't breath. He frantically searched for a window so he could find some fresh air. As he was running, he felt his food come down on something. He stumbled and tripped, landing hard on his face. He rolled over to face upwards, his gun pointed up at anything that might be there. He saw nothing. Blindly, he searched the floor with his hands to find the object he'd tripped over. His hands fell upon a familiar metal object, the mute's shotgun. He jerked it off the floor and checked the shells, empty. He threw the useless thing to the ground and continued his search for a window.

He rammed into a door, using his shoulder as a battering ram. The door swung open. Tommy ran to the open window in front of him and stuck his head out. He gasped as he let the fresh air fill his lungs. He dared not stay long, quickly he turned around and continued his search for the mute.

"SHIT!" Tommy screamed as he saw the mute standing in the doorway, aiming an M4 assault rifle at him.

He ducked and ran to the side. The bullets flew at him, narrowly missing his head. His ears starting ringing and he was totally deafened. Quickly he searched the room with his eyes for the dark silhouette of the mute. In a quick motion he aimed his gun at him and fired until his clip was empty. Tommy fell to his knees and crawled along the floor, taking cover while he struggled to find a new clip. There were none, he was out.

He spotted the mute again, by this time he had worked his way to the front of the window. Tommy stood up and looked him in the eyes in rage.

"This is my town!" Tommy snarled, "This was ALWAYS my town!"

The mute raised the barrel of the M4 and prepared to fire. Tommy lunged violently at him and dove. He heard the gun go off and a tremendous force slam into his gut. His adrenaline drowned out the pain as he wrestled with the mute. The mute was very strong as he landed a harsh blow on Tommy's face. Tommy grabbed the mute's face and pressed his thumbs into his enemie's eye sockets. The mute swung at Tommy again. Tommy ducked and groped for the M4. He snatched it off the floor and stood up. Swiftly he swung it like a baseball bat. The barrel hit the mute right in his right temple with a loud 'thud'. The mute staggered back in a daze, Tommy swung again. Again the weapon met it's target. Tommy took a step back, readied the M4, and squeezed the trigger. 34 bullets exploded out of the barrel, one after another, straight into the mute's chest. His stomach was ripped open and his blood painted Tommy's face red as it spewed out.

The gun finally clicked, telling Tommy that it was empty. He threw it to the ground and returned his glance to the mute, who was staring down at his stomach in shock. He staggered backwards, getting dangerously close to the open window. Tommy took a few steps until he was inches away from the mute's face. He drew back his fist and then laid a fierce blow across the mute's face. His head snapped backwards and he flipped over the window sill. Tommy watched as he rapidly sped towards the ground, and then landed with an audible cracking sound. The mute was nothing but a corpse. A pool of his blood gathered around him and soaked his leather jacket.

Tommy took a few deep breaths before turning around and making his way back to the front door of the mansion. He stood there for a few seconds, staring at the mystery man's battered corpse. Tommy touched a hand softly to his face, feeling the droplets of blood that covered his face. He grimaced and began the short trip back to his car. He winced as he put weight on his injured leg.

But the pain wasn't as strong as the feeling of victory. Obviously this guy had been around for awhile, obviously no one had ever been able to take him out. Tommy however, was successful.

He looked up in front of him, he was almost at his car. Slowly he approached the door and reached for the handle when, suddenly, he heard the sound of many guns being cocked and readied. Quickly Tommy tried to enter his car, but he wasn't fast enough. Several shots rung out in rapid succession, obviously an automatic weapon. Tommy snapped back quickly to avoid any bullets that might come his way, his back met harshly with the side of the car.

Tommy looked around and saw several african american males walking towards him in a semi circle. Each one was wearing a purple sweatshirt with some gang logo sewed into it. They each had backwards baseball caps on their head, and each one was armed with an uzi.

"You been wiping out gangs all week." One of them said, presumably the leader of the group, "You forgot one. The purple nines, fool."

Tommy began to talk, but a white hot pain erupted in his chest as he began. He brought his eyes down to his chest slowly. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened with horror as he saw a diagonal line of red holes starting from the left side of his chest, down to the right side of his lower gut. A rattling sound formed in his throat as he struggled to breath.

"You gotta understand man, you can't win in Liberty. Sooner or later, you'll end up just like all those guys you capped. But I'm smart ya see, I don't try to take over. I stick to my own place and just enjoy what I can get. Because I know that eventually I'm gonna end up just like you."

Tommy gasped for breath, but managed to get a few words out, "Go to hell."

The purple nine laughed and took some steps back. The banger raised the barrel of his smoking uzi and fired a few more shots. Tommy felt all of the bullets slam into his chest. Laughter eminated from the gang as they turned around and began walking away.

"Fucking bangers... Gang bangers..." Tommy lifted a weak hand to his chest, another sharp pain surged through his torso, "Oh shit..."

He slid slowly down the side of the car, leaving a dark crimson trail to stain the dark green paint job. He came to a stop, in a propped up position.

Sitting up against that car, in the middle of the projects of Shoreside Vale, the last bit of life slipped away from Tommy Vercetti. He had reclaimed the crown, only to have it savagely snatched away from him. During his last seconds of life he heard sirens approaching.

His body went limp and he fell over. Dead.

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Dun dun dunnn.. the end. Yeah.. I think this story is really bad, but I felt obligated to finish it nonetheless, so I hoped you enjoyed the ending.