MAX:

Max Payne wakes up, his body aching, head throbbing. Max was so tired he didn't feel like he should be able to move at all, but he has to. He pulls himself together, as his vision comes back, he shakes out the raindrops, and natural blur, trying to get himself straight. He touches his face with his fingers, and feels an excruciating sting. He looks at his index finger and notices a little bit of blood. Then he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He looks down at himself, everything's dirty.

'What the...'

Max takes a look around. The salt fumes of ocean fill the air, the feel of mud beneath his feet. Max looks forward as far as the eye can see... ocean. Down at his feet, wet sand. He looks behind him, a huge rocky structure, above it he hears the roar of a car speeding away. He looks at the jagged rocks again, then himself, touching his face and jacket. He realizes they must have thrown him from the top of the cliff. His injuries are minor, and the most irratating one was the hole where the dart had been, irratating as it was, there was an upside. The tranquilizer had made up for his lack of painkillers, and he wouldn't have an attack.

'Wait a minute, I've seen this place...' Max's cellphone rings, he reaches into his pocket and flips his phone down, "What?"

"Good Max, I was wondering how many times I'd have to call before you'd answer. Amazingly you picked up on the first one."

"Donald?"

"Bingo, If you'd been anyone else the punishment would have been much more severe, but I think you're too celebrity to kill."

"Whatever you say Donald." Max spits some of his blood onto a rock. And begins to find a way up the cliff, searching methodically.

"I'm serious Max, you're too famous for me to kill. I'm going to be straightforward with you, I want you to let Tony Cipriani and his boys slip away."

"Yeah..." Max says putting his foot up on a rock, he hoists him self up and continues to climb, it was just stable enough for him to climb with one arm. "why would I do that? You just said I'm too famous to kill, my family was murdered years ago. You guys all think the same way right? Then that means you must be running out of ideas."

"I can get pretty creative I assure you."

"Sure you can." Max says sarcastically, he pulls himself up to the top of the ledge and lays down, to his left is a hill with a Mansion on top, former Leone estate.

"Vivisective surgery."

"Fuck you!" he slams the phone shut and chucks it through the air, it goes soaring above the ocean waves.

'BOOM!' Max watches water rise and seperate, like being moved by some magical force, a yellow fireball seeping through the air plasmic lights setting the ocean aflame. Then the silent aftermath, falling embers and thick water droplets, rising waves.

' 'Too famous to kill' my ass!' Max thinks to himself, watching his own death for the hundredth time.

Cheating it was his forte whether he knew it or not, he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck either. Things were too screwed up with him to know if life was worth living. Nothing to loose, yeah right everyone has at least one thing to loose, and that one thing would keep Max, to take down the killer of his loved ones. Life.

Max always does what he says he's going to do, he couldn't die yet, he hadn't arrested, Liberty City's leader. Tony Cipriani, for Liberty City survivor. And he hadn't gotten Trent, or his boys. He was back at square one, he takes a look at himself.

'Well more like square negative one...'