MAX:
Max Payne runs across the sidewalk, running low with his gun drawn, he had lost Fido. People run and scream, as Max tells them to move. He couldn't believe how crazy this guy Fido was, now he had his own idea about why they call him Fido. He was as stubborn and vicious as any pitbull that Max had ever come across.
He crashes into a garbage can, it slows him down even more. Finally after two minutes he spots Fido, resting on a corner, Max hides in an alleyway. A van boaring the flames of a Diablo Stallion pulls up next to Fido, as he looks up he freaks out, Max watches the Diablos head out of the van and Fido starts to beat the hell out of them. 'This guy seems untouchable,' Max thinks. A Diablo gets Fido in the back and they take him down. Finally, Max sees more that shows him Fido is still only human.
Max decides to pick the lock to a Stinger and follow them. Fido is taken into the back of the van but nothing happens, the van doesn't start moving, after a fair amount of time Fido gets out of the van, completely unharmed aside from the previous attack. He's holding a small square metal object.
Max feels he has no choice, he had to get Fido. He runs out into rain, slamming the door to the stinger. He holds his gun up. "If you move I'll gun you down like a dog, got that 'Fido?'" Max is still a fair distance from the van. A Diablo leans out the passenger side window and points an Uzi at Max. His senses slam into gear and he aims at the Diablo's head, pumping three bullets out of the barrel, the Diablo drops the Uzi a smoking carcass. Max picks it up off the ground and runs for Fido, who has ran a fair distance.
Max, gains on him and fires the Uzi, it startles Fido and Max gets close enough to grab him. He pulls at Fido's shoulder turning him around, Fido strikes him in the face hard. Max is caught of guard but more prepared then last time, he returns the favor, slamming the Uzi against the side of Fido head.
"Damn, you're a tough bastard." Max leans down to pick up the metal object in Fido's hand. Fido doesn't let go. Fido starts to get up, Max kicks him repeatedly, then he leans down and finally gets the metal object.
Max holds the cassette player in his hands, he leans down, "What's on the tape? What's a matter Fido, cat got your tounge?"
Max realizes that Fido has no idea how to react. "You don't talk?"
Fido shakes his head 'no.'
"God." Max turns around to look at the Diablo van. Two Diablos start running after him, "Shit!" He aims his gun, they fire on him, and he fires back, getting unbelievably good shots off, none of them survive.
Max looks at their dead bodies, he can't believe that this is what he has been sent here to do. The more days went by after his wifes death the more he realized that death was not the end for everyone. Even the people he killed could have had futures and probably did have families. It seemed like his life got worse by the day.
Max feels a hard blunt pain crash into his back, he falls to the ground face first, the familiar smell of wet cement fills his nostrils. As he feels more hard strikes to the back he turns around, the rain gets in his eyes but Max can tell that the blurry figure is Fido. He manages to get a hold of Max's Barretta.
'How the hell did he do that.' Max shifts all of his weight screaming, he pushes Fido's chest knocking him on his back, the back of Fido's head crashes into the concrete, and the gun bounces out of his hand sliding away. Fido holds his head, and Max runs for the gun. When he gets a hold of it he runs away.
Max finds refuge in the Stinger, he drives it a small distance then parks the car and turns the tape player on.
"I am El Burro!... Some time ago you did a job for Tony Cipriani. My sources are never wrong, and they have told me that this particular job was against a Diablo wrestling ring. I'd like to thank you for getting rid of those cocksuckers! They were doing that business behind my back, and I was not getting any money... I would like to get on good terms with Tony and I think that you and your team could be a superb asset to the Diablo community. I know you can't talk so I want you to take this tape to Tony and your team, but if the cops get a hold of it the police won't be the only ones to pay. Understood? Good, I hope to do more business."
Max clicks off the tape.
His head begins to swim and, feels like it's splitting in two. Then his head burns and feels cold at the same time, like red hot pokers, and icles. 'What the fuck is going on.' he squirms around from the pain and keeps slamming into different parts of the car.
He'd forgotten to take his painkillers after shooting the Diablo, it was too late now, he'd have to endure. He thrashes around, and his head slams into the glass, a single crack comes across the window. Max's pain becomes worse traveling through his body like it runs through his bloodstream. The pain is unbearable, he feels his whole body tear apart from the inside out. His muscles tighten and the convulsions start, then like a lightbulb burning out, he feels that last surge of the worst pain ever, and then the world around him becomes blank.
Before completely fading he hears the door open, and the welcome peaceful feel of cold water on his face, someone leans in and grabs the tape player, and Max slips away from reality.
Max Payne runs across the sidewalk, running low with his gun drawn, he had lost Fido. People run and scream, as Max tells them to move. He couldn't believe how crazy this guy Fido was, now he had his own idea about why they call him Fido. He was as stubborn and vicious as any pitbull that Max had ever come across.
He crashes into a garbage can, it slows him down even more. Finally after two minutes he spots Fido, resting on a corner, Max hides in an alleyway. A van boaring the flames of a Diablo Stallion pulls up next to Fido, as he looks up he freaks out, Max watches the Diablos head out of the van and Fido starts to beat the hell out of them. 'This guy seems untouchable,' Max thinks. A Diablo gets Fido in the back and they take him down. Finally, Max sees more that shows him Fido is still only human.
Max decides to pick the lock to a Stinger and follow them. Fido is taken into the back of the van but nothing happens, the van doesn't start moving, after a fair amount of time Fido gets out of the van, completely unharmed aside from the previous attack. He's holding a small square metal object.
Max feels he has no choice, he had to get Fido. He runs out into rain, slamming the door to the stinger. He holds his gun up. "If you move I'll gun you down like a dog, got that 'Fido?'" Max is still a fair distance from the van. A Diablo leans out the passenger side window and points an Uzi at Max. His senses slam into gear and he aims at the Diablo's head, pumping three bullets out of the barrel, the Diablo drops the Uzi a smoking carcass. Max picks it up off the ground and runs for Fido, who has ran a fair distance.
Max, gains on him and fires the Uzi, it startles Fido and Max gets close enough to grab him. He pulls at Fido's shoulder turning him around, Fido strikes him in the face hard. Max is caught of guard but more prepared then last time, he returns the favor, slamming the Uzi against the side of Fido head.
"Damn, you're a tough bastard." Max leans down to pick up the metal object in Fido's hand. Fido doesn't let go. Fido starts to get up, Max kicks him repeatedly, then he leans down and finally gets the metal object.
Max holds the cassette player in his hands, he leans down, "What's on the tape? What's a matter Fido, cat got your tounge?"
Max realizes that Fido has no idea how to react. "You don't talk?"
Fido shakes his head 'no.'
"God." Max turns around to look at the Diablo van. Two Diablos start running after him, "Shit!" He aims his gun, they fire on him, and he fires back, getting unbelievably good shots off, none of them survive.
Max looks at their dead bodies, he can't believe that this is what he has been sent here to do. The more days went by after his wifes death the more he realized that death was not the end for everyone. Even the people he killed could have had futures and probably did have families. It seemed like his life got worse by the day.
Max feels a hard blunt pain crash into his back, he falls to the ground face first, the familiar smell of wet cement fills his nostrils. As he feels more hard strikes to the back he turns around, the rain gets in his eyes but Max can tell that the blurry figure is Fido. He manages to get a hold of Max's Barretta.
'How the hell did he do that.' Max shifts all of his weight screaming, he pushes Fido's chest knocking him on his back, the back of Fido's head crashes into the concrete, and the gun bounces out of his hand sliding away. Fido holds his head, and Max runs for the gun. When he gets a hold of it he runs away.
Max finds refuge in the Stinger, he drives it a small distance then parks the car and turns the tape player on.
"I am El Burro!... Some time ago you did a job for Tony Cipriani. My sources are never wrong, and they have told me that this particular job was against a Diablo wrestling ring. I'd like to thank you for getting rid of those cocksuckers! They were doing that business behind my back, and I was not getting any money... I would like to get on good terms with Tony and I think that you and your team could be a superb asset to the Diablo community. I know you can't talk so I want you to take this tape to Tony and your team, but if the cops get a hold of it the police won't be the only ones to pay. Understood? Good, I hope to do more business."
Max clicks off the tape.
His head begins to swim and, feels like it's splitting in two. Then his head burns and feels cold at the same time, like red hot pokers, and icles. 'What the fuck is going on.' he squirms around from the pain and keeps slamming into different parts of the car.
He'd forgotten to take his painkillers after shooting the Diablo, it was too late now, he'd have to endure. He thrashes around, and his head slams into the glass, a single crack comes across the window. Max's pain becomes worse traveling through his body like it runs through his bloodstream. The pain is unbearable, he feels his whole body tear apart from the inside out. His muscles tighten and the convulsions start, then like a lightbulb burning out, he feels that last surge of the worst pain ever, and then the world around him becomes blank.
Before completely fading he hears the door open, and the welcome peaceful feel of cold water on his face, someone leans in and grabs the tape player, and Max slips away from reality.