Chapter III
"You fucked up really bad yesterday, kid." Joey said.
His face was a mixed expression of anger and thoughtfulness.
"You're gonna have to do something for me for no pay," he said, "Since you fucked up, you're gonna have to fix things. The Forelli brothers know it was us who pulled the hit. Mike was a business partner of theirs. Let's just say that they're pissed right now and I know they're going to try and make a move. Their down at Dirty Dan's on the edge of Red Light District. I want you to lead them down to the crusher and kill them. Try not to make a damn mess. Keep it clean this time. If you do this right, then maybe there'll be more work for you."
I got back into my Stallion and drove to Dirty Dan's Diner. How could I lead them into my trap? I brainstormed different ideas in my mind until I finally made a decision.
When I reached the diner, there was only one car in the lot: a red Sentinel. I got out of my car and walked over to theirs casually, shotgun in hand. I slammed the butt of the shotgun into their windshield, shattering the glass. Then I stepped back and blasted five shells into the side of the car. Two guys came running out of the diner, yelling profanities. Guns started blazing and I made a mad dash for my own vehicle.
I raced out of the lot, the Forelli brothers in close pursuit with their fucked up ride. I drove in the direction of the crusher, thankful there was very light traffic if any. This way they wouldn't get lost somewhere behind me.
The ride to the crusher was a surprisingly smooth one. Their smoking car was never going to catch mine. I even had to slow down a bit at times to let them catch up. I fishtailed around the gate and down the hill where the crusher lay. It was huge and yellow with a big crane. It looked like a giraffe. I turned and got out of my car, they were just coming down the hill. I took out the shotgun I had stolen from the police and waited till they got close. When they did I let loose with the shottie. Bullets flew and metal screamed. The car caught fire and I had to reload.
I ducked behind my car and quickly reloaded. An explosion erupted from the Sentinel and a heavy heat filled the air. When I got back up I saw that their bodies were lying a few yards away from their car, mangled and torn. I dragged their bodies and threw them into the charred Sentinel. I then hotwired a van nearby and pushed their car underneath the huge magnet. It came down and connected to the top of the burnt car and raised it into the air. I watched as the car and their bodies behind a small cube of blood and metal.
I drove back to Joey's filling sick to the stomach. My eyes kept getting watery and I couldn't keep myself from yawning. Why was this happening to me?! I had gotten a decent nights rest. Was it the killing? I had murdered many times before with no remorse. Was the devil finally catching up to me after all the years of immorality? I didn't know for sure, but the thought scared me. I didn't want to die.
I turned on the radio and flipped it to K-Jah to try and think happy thoughts. I always found K-Jah to be relaxing. I drove a bit slowly compared to how I usually did. I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere. I decided to observe my surroundings, but it only made me feel sicker.
For the first time I began to see Liberty City for what it really was: a bitch. It wasn't a "land of opportunity". It was a crime-driven, polluted, dangerous city full of deceit and death. There was absolutely nothing moral about this place. It was all out horrible.
I wanted to get out of this place whatever the cost. If I had to kill, then fine, I would kill. But I wasn't going to stay here. Someway or the other I would have my liberty from Liberty. I would come out on the top despite whatever forces tried to hold me back.
The only way to gain my freedom, though, was to get jobs and work my way up the crime ladder.
I began to drive a little faster, feeling a little better. When I got to Joey's, I walked in without bothering to knock. He didn't seem to mind. When he saw me, his face broke into a broad smile. He put his hands on my shoulders.
"Way to go kid. I knew you had it in you. You kicked those Forelli brothers' asses!"
How does he know all ready? I just got back from the job!
"Uh listen Vince, there's no more work for you around here right now. So go home and get some rest, you don't look too well. And remember to drop by tomorrow before three; I'm planning something that's going to need a good driver."
I was thankful to get out of that place. The constant aroma of gas and oil in my nose was making me nauseous. When I got home I collapsed on the bed. I soon fell into a deep, horrible sleep.
"You fucked up really bad yesterday, kid." Joey said.
His face was a mixed expression of anger and thoughtfulness.
"You're gonna have to do something for me for no pay," he said, "Since you fucked up, you're gonna have to fix things. The Forelli brothers know it was us who pulled the hit. Mike was a business partner of theirs. Let's just say that they're pissed right now and I know they're going to try and make a move. Their down at Dirty Dan's on the edge of Red Light District. I want you to lead them down to the crusher and kill them. Try not to make a damn mess. Keep it clean this time. If you do this right, then maybe there'll be more work for you."
I got back into my Stallion and drove to Dirty Dan's Diner. How could I lead them into my trap? I brainstormed different ideas in my mind until I finally made a decision.
When I reached the diner, there was only one car in the lot: a red Sentinel. I got out of my car and walked over to theirs casually, shotgun in hand. I slammed the butt of the shotgun into their windshield, shattering the glass. Then I stepped back and blasted five shells into the side of the car. Two guys came running out of the diner, yelling profanities. Guns started blazing and I made a mad dash for my own vehicle.
I raced out of the lot, the Forelli brothers in close pursuit with their fucked up ride. I drove in the direction of the crusher, thankful there was very light traffic if any. This way they wouldn't get lost somewhere behind me.
The ride to the crusher was a surprisingly smooth one. Their smoking car was never going to catch mine. I even had to slow down a bit at times to let them catch up. I fishtailed around the gate and down the hill where the crusher lay. It was huge and yellow with a big crane. It looked like a giraffe. I turned and got out of my car, they were just coming down the hill. I took out the shotgun I had stolen from the police and waited till they got close. When they did I let loose with the shottie. Bullets flew and metal screamed. The car caught fire and I had to reload.
I ducked behind my car and quickly reloaded. An explosion erupted from the Sentinel and a heavy heat filled the air. When I got back up I saw that their bodies were lying a few yards away from their car, mangled and torn. I dragged their bodies and threw them into the charred Sentinel. I then hotwired a van nearby and pushed their car underneath the huge magnet. It came down and connected to the top of the burnt car and raised it into the air. I watched as the car and their bodies behind a small cube of blood and metal.
I drove back to Joey's filling sick to the stomach. My eyes kept getting watery and I couldn't keep myself from yawning. Why was this happening to me?! I had gotten a decent nights rest. Was it the killing? I had murdered many times before with no remorse. Was the devil finally catching up to me after all the years of immorality? I didn't know for sure, but the thought scared me. I didn't want to die.
I turned on the radio and flipped it to K-Jah to try and think happy thoughts. I always found K-Jah to be relaxing. I drove a bit slowly compared to how I usually did. I wasn't in a rush to get anywhere. I decided to observe my surroundings, but it only made me feel sicker.
For the first time I began to see Liberty City for what it really was: a bitch. It wasn't a "land of opportunity". It was a crime-driven, polluted, dangerous city full of deceit and death. There was absolutely nothing moral about this place. It was all out horrible.
I wanted to get out of this place whatever the cost. If I had to kill, then fine, I would kill. But I wasn't going to stay here. Someway or the other I would have my liberty from Liberty. I would come out on the top despite whatever forces tried to hold me back.
The only way to gain my freedom, though, was to get jobs and work my way up the crime ladder.
I began to drive a little faster, feeling a little better. When I got to Joey's, I walked in without bothering to knock. He didn't seem to mind. When he saw me, his face broke into a broad smile. He put his hands on my shoulders.
"Way to go kid. I knew you had it in you. You kicked those Forelli brothers' asses!"
How does he know all ready? I just got back from the job!
"Uh listen Vince, there's no more work for you around here right now. So go home and get some rest, you don't look too well. And remember to drop by tomorrow before three; I'm planning something that's going to need a good driver."
I was thankful to get out of that place. The constant aroma of gas and oil in my nose was making me nauseous. When I got home I collapsed on the bed. I soon fell into a deep, horrible sleep.