I in no way own Grand Theft Auto or Rock star games....or anything else like that.......be cool if i did tho....
James Jackson pulled over to the side of the dirt road as the red and blue lights began to flash in the rearview mirror. He couldn't help but wonder why he was getting pulled over for.
"Good afternoon officer" said James with a low tone voice that would make any body think he was a gang member.
"Yeah good afternoon" said the cop in a demanding voice, "Do you know what I pulled you over for?"
"No sir I do not" replied James quickly, hoping to get out of this situation as quick as possible. It was making him more and more nerves every second because officer jackass would not tell him what exactly he had done.
Then two more cop cars pulled up and four more officers got out...The five officers began to talk to each other while looking at a piece of paper. James sat there feeling very ill all of a sudden.
"Sir do you mind stepping out of the car?" said the officer that pulled him over. The other four looked at them silently while James stepped out of the vehicle.
The road had cleared and now all that remained was the five officers and James. Off in the distance there was about four more cars but they appeared to not becoming this way.
Two officers were walking over to his car while another 2 waited by a cruiser. Then the first officer began to point him towards the two over by the cruisers.
"Over there sir, we need to search your car for a minute you know to make sure your not carrying nothing your not suppose to be"
Three officers began to search the car, one in the front seats and one in the back, while the one that pulled him over began to go through the trunk. The last two officers patted him down apparently looking for weed but sadly couldn't find any on him
"He's clean!" shouted a shorter officer with a unborn. It seemed he was disappointed as they walked James back over to his car where the other three officers stood who apparently didn't find anything either.
James gave a small smile as he stopped at the front of his car on the driver side. "Does anybody think they can tell me what all this was about before I drive off?" Even tho he was smiling the anger in his voice could be heard, He was beginning to get impatient with them
"Well you seemed to look like this guy here" said a pudgy little officer handing over a slip of paper.
James looked at the paper and laughed. This man did not look nothing like James.
The man had what looked like straight hair and, what appeared to be the fault of a colored pencil, blue eyes. The man looked skinny and had very little shoulders, unlike James who had broad shoulders and brown eyes, very muscular looking arms and legs, braded back black hair went over his head.
What really separated James and this guy apart tho was the color of their skin...James was black and the dude in the picture was white.
"Sorry you guys, but i lo-", James heard a loud bang in his lower back and fell to the ground. He looked up to see that one of the officers had pulled out a nightstick and hit him with it, James looked to the other officers who were pulling out theirs, apparently to do the same.
One officer began to beat him in the arm while the others worked on his stomach. One decided to be a bigger ass and began to hit him in the sides of the head lightly just enough to make James take his hands and try to protect it, but two other officers held them to the sides and laughed.
Blood began to trickle down his head and chin from where his lip had been busted open from hitting the ground.
"Alright I ve had enough of this." laughed the officer that had pulled him over. He proceeded to pull out a colt 45 while the four other officers picked him up and placed him up against his car holding his arms and legs to make sure he couldn't escape.
The colt 45 was set at his temple. James closed his eyes tight and tensed up waiting for the loud boom and the sharp stabbing of pain that would kill him.
A loud bang was heard, but James didn't feel anything. He heard the gun hit the ground and the officers that had been holding him up let him fall to the ground and began to draw their guns.
James opened his eyes to see that the officer who was going to shoot him was lying on the ground in his own blood looking up at James.
A glazy look had fallen over his eyes and his body trembled. James looked to see that there was a bullet hole in his stomach where blood was quickly draining out of. On the other side of the officer lied his gun. James quickly took hold of it and just sat there.
A gun fight pursued between the cops and the unknown shooters. James looked out of the corner of his eye and seen a big van driving down the road with bullet holes riddled throughout it. It circled around and opened fire on the police cars, two cops fell down holding their chest.
The last two jumped into a cruiser and took off swerving back and forth at high speeds.
The van pulled up next to James and three men wearing black and red jerseys hoped out and circled around him.
"Yo brother where you from?" said the one in front of him. The other two looked at James and picked him up by his arms, brushed him off some, and sat him in the back of the van.
"Hey man," James replied weakly,"Im from Los Santos San Andreas." The three men looked from one another and didn't say nothing, just nodded their heads.
One got back up front and another got in the back with James, while the last one went around the cops bodies and cars taking money, their guns, and any additional ammo they had on them. About a minute later he climbed in the passenger side of the van.
"We're going to take you back to our place and then we might take ya to the hospital tomorrow aight" said the one behind the wheel. He pulled off quickly from the area and made a left going down a large hill muttering under his breath.
"That's cool with me man." said James real weak. He could taste blood in his mouth and had pains all up and down his body. He held the gun in his hand, still warm from the deceased cop's hand.
He wondered how many people had died from it and just easily tossed it aside. His body moved as the van went around a couple curves, made a left and then worked up another large hill.
They made a right and pulled into a parking lot where 4 big sets of apartments stood. They all got out and went to the 4th floor and entered an apartment littered with beer bottles and what appeared to have been smoked up weed.
To the right was a small TV with an antenna on it 2 couches near it. To the left was a dirty kitchen with trash lying on the counters and dishes piled high in the sink.
James turned on a light and roaches ran from the kitchen into the cabinets where food was normally stored, but at the minute was empty. James walked into the bathroom and gagged from the smell of piss and urine.
The shower seemed to not have been cleaned in years and there was wash rags lined all around the sides. Dirty magazines set on the side of a sink and a cracked mirror lied up against the wall. James looked at the mirror and one of the three men walked in.
"Yeah man they cracked you pretty good, damn cops around here are all punks" the man said quickly. "Oh yeah man by the way my name is Johnny, out there is Lance and Zach.
"Who are they, your brothers?" James said joking, yet Johnny quickly nodded his head and laughed.
"Yeah man we are all brothers, I'm sure you could tell when ya seen all of..."John stopped and looked at James for a minute. "Well man I doubt you can see much of anything right now"
James stopped talking and took a long look in the mirror. From what he seen the cops had really worked on his right eye...it had almost swelled up completely.
He turned his head and seen a few big bruises and looked down at his chest and seen a giant bruise from where an officer hit him with a night stick repeatedly in the same area. He felt down his leg and felt a big welt from the club.
John left to go get some ice as James went back into the living room. Zach and Lance had already fallen asleep on the couches. John returned with a couple of bean bag chairs and set them down
"Hey man guess where we are sleeping tonight" John said laughing and sitting down, throwing a little back of ice over to James who had done the same. James quickly put the bag of ice over his swollen eye and leaned back.
"Yo John man," James said sleepily now "Thanks for save in me back there and letting me stay here tonight, ill find someway to repay you"
"Ah man you don't have to, us brothers got to look out for each other man, tomorrow we can go back and get your car" John laughed.
John quickly feel asleep while James lied there battered, beaten, and bruised. He layed there wondering how he was going to get to San Andreas now....
This is my very first fic so any reviews would be cool