Author's Notes: Wow, just think I started this story a year ago…and only have 11 chapters lol. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, or just want to chat, please check my profile for ways to contact me. Anyways, get comfortable because this is the longest chapter of this story.
Chapter X
Two Chinese gentlemen awaited our arrival. As one of them went to grab Asuka's hand to help her out the boat, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo between his thumb and forefinger. The tattoo resembled a small "Y" with two lines. The Yakuza. What was I getting myself into?
Asuka's condo looked like it was owned by a famous millionaire. Past the light pink archway, was a sparkling blue swimming pool that glistened under the sun.
"Asuka and I are gonna have to talk, eh...why don't you go cruise around."
"You'll need a place to lie low. There's a warehouse at the edge of Belleville that should suit your needs. Come back here to my Condo when you are ready, and we can have a little chat. Here, you can take my car."
She handed me the keys. Asuka and Maria disappeared inside the condo, followed closely by the two Asian gentlemen. I decided I would have a look around Staunton Island.
I got into the Yakuza Stinger. The red and white paintjob was smooth like cherry on whip cream. I slid maliciously behind the wheel. The engine roared to life with a twist of the key. I turned on the radio. Some lady's voice came out, her voice was bland.
"News just in from the traffic desk, repairs to the Callahan bridge have been completed. Since the explosion engineers have been working around the clock to get traffic flowing between Portland and Staunton Island once again."
Those sons of bitches fix the bridge after I already escape from Portland. I was pissed off more than you could imagine. I needed a drink to calm down my nerves and get my head straight. I had a spare minute, so why not?
I drove around for about 15 minutes, memorizing all the places I thought I would need to know for future reference. Finally, I came upon a small diner, next to rundown porn magazine shop. I walked into the diner. Everyone looked up from their plates and stared at me. My hand reached for my gun, out of instinct when I was pissed, but I stopped it and continued on to the bar. The waitress brought me a beer and hurried away. I gulped down half of the beer, and nearly coughed. It tasted generic. My stomach hurt like hell, next to my head.
My eyes became heavy, and my hearing droned out. Every sound I heard crawled to my ear in slow motion, stretching out the sound. My head collapsed into my arms on the counter. Then the darkness overwhelmed me.
Somewhere in the darkness behind me water dripped into a shallow puddle. A single dim light bulb swayed above me on a loose string casting my shadow upon the cracked concrete walls. As I stood up the chair rose with me and I realized my hands were tied to it behind my back. I walked over to the wall and twirled my body so that the chair slammed into the wall. The pieces of the broken chair fell to the floor.
After freeing myself from the rope, I made my way to the door. Peering through the square of glass I saw two men guarding the room. I knocked on the door and they turned around startled. As I positioned myself in the dark, the door opened slowly in front of me. I quickly raised my foot and kicked the door closed. The man behind it yelped and went flying.
His partner rushed in and skimmed around the room. I jumped out from behind him and strangled him with the rope. I tossed him aside and grabbed the gun. The guy was still lying in the hall grasping his face and making little grunts. I put a bullet through his skull and grabbed his gun as I raced by.
Screams echoed in the distanced, screams of sheer pain and agony, fear and despair. After a few yards, I found a door on my left. I peered in...bright fluorescent lights shined upon a single operating table in the middle of the room. A body lay on the table...decapitated.
I looked away and continued down the hall... more doors on either side, more screams, more bodies. Some were decapitated, some were sliced open... some were in pieces. The grip of the guns kept slipping in my sweaty palms. I continued to run down the hall, but the end of it never came, just a deep blackness ahead.
My eyes stayed focused on the black area ahead, searching desperately for the end of the hallway. Without warning, a door swung open and I ran right into it. I fell back onto the tiled floor. Warm blood flowed from my nose, and I could taste the iron in it. A man dressed in light green doctor clothes and a surgical mask walked out...a needle in his hand. He reached down and stuck the needle in the side of my neck. I tried to resist and fight back but I couldn't move.
The darkness at the end of the hall grew. It enveloped the fluorescent lights and the walls and tiles. It grew until it overwhelmed me, all around. Then everything was black...and silent. All the screams had faded away, now just tiny splinters in the back of my mind. Then a sound started again, but it grew much faster than the darkness had. It sounded like a strong gust of wind. The world shook violently around me.
I awoke in a damp alley. My head ached like hell. I tried to stand up, but stumbled over a pile of trash and landed in a muddy pile of water. Sighing, I looked up. The sky above me was covered in thick ominous clouds ready to unleash their aquatic fury upon Staunton. I could tell it had rained already, because the concrete around me stank of a putrid odor.
I tried to stand up again, this time using the brick building next to me for support. My legs felt weak and wobbly. My head was pounding. My stomach felt as if it was being pinched and my intestines intertwined. I couldn't remember anything before my blackout.
I took my first few steps, and coughed. My coughs were dry and tore at my throat. I finally managed to get to the street. I had no idea where I was. Across the street was a park. I stumbled my way out into the street and motioned for the taxi to stop. When it did I got in the back seat.
"Where to, sir?"
I reached for my pistol to shove against his head, but it wasn't there. I searched my jacket for the gun but it wasn't there. Where the hell was my gun?
"Sir, is there a problem?"
My fist connected with the back of his skull and he fell forward into the steering wheel. The horn sounded irritatingly. I climbed through the car into the front passenger seat. Reaching over him, I opened the door and kicked him out onto the street. I then hopped over into the seat and closed the door after accidentally clipping his head with it.
I finally managed to make my way back to the docks. The taxi had a few dents here and there….and it was missing a door. I felt intoxicated, although I didn't remember having any alcohol. I parked the car diagonally, taking up two parking spots. Stumbling out, I walked down to the condos. I didn't notice the three blue trucks out in front of Asuka's condo until I was close to them despite the prominent hue of blue they were painted.
I noticed an open window, crept over to it and peeked inside. Maria was sitting on a sofa almost parallel to the window. Asuka was sitting to the left of Maria. In front of them was another chair with a woman in it. I could tell because her feet were visible and she wore high heels. A few cowboy-dressed men who resemble the stereotypical Columbian drug-dealer stood off to the sides clutching AK-47s.
The unknown woman was saying, "-was positive he was dead. I mean, what kind of man can take a shot like that and live to see another day?"
Maria said, "Well he sure as hell doesn't seem like the normal type. I've never met someone like him before, there's just something about him--" Her voice trailed off. "I can't go through with this. He's just…it's like whenever I'm around him…..oh what am I saying?" she chuckled and flashed a fake smile.
The woman spoke again, this time her tone was deadly, "Are you certain that I can count on you? I can't afford to have my business ruined because of some whore and her crush. Get your head out of your ass, you know damn well you are too far in to suddenly change your mind! If you think for a second that--"
Asuka interrupted her, "I assure you she will be fine. You need not worry Cata--". Just then a hammer was clicked back next to my head.
"Get up," someone said, "slowly." Asuka and Maria looked at me through the window. I got up slowly. When I was halfway erect I jumped at the guy and tackled him. The gun fired off somewhere. I elbowed him in the mouth and ripped the gun from his hands. Standing up completely, I fired a round into his chest and took off for the taxi. Looking back I could see the Columbians coming out from under the archway. I fired at them. Two of them went down, the others ran back for cover behind the wall. Bullets hit the car as I dove in. The windshield shattered and I shielded my eyes from the rain of broken glass. Starting the engine, I pressed the gas. I drove back out onto the street and checked the rearview mirror. They were following me in the blue trucks.
I was being shot at by a guy in the passenger seat with an assault rifle. The back window shattered and a bullet hit the rearview mirror splitting it in half. I had made it up onto the main street when the car caught fire. I fishtailed the car around so that the trucks were coming at the right side of the car. I got out of the car and ran in the direction I had been going. The sky let out a booming roar flashed. The taxi then exploded behind me. A tire landed beside me and rolled a few feet before falling over. Little spots appeared on the street and in a few moments the sky had unleashed its anger. My shoes thudded and squished in the puddles that had quickly formed in the potholes in the street. This sucked. I wasn't going out like this. I was going to get out of Liberty City. My life was not destined to end on soaked street in the middle of a shit hole.
A motorcycle came riding down the street slowly, the driver probably didn't want to risk losing control. I made a quick glance behind me. The assholes were coming. I ran in front of the motorcycle and the guy stopped, but I didn't. Launching up with my left foot, I jumped over the front of the motorcycle and kicked the biker in the chest with my right foot, turning quickly to grab the handlebars and land on the seat as he flew off the back. Damn that hurt my ass. Holding down on the gas and brake, I spun the back tire around so I did a 180. Letting go of the brake I took off. The blue trucks were in close pursuit. I sped past a police car and it flipped on its sirens and followed, cutting in front of the trucks. I took advantage of the fact that the police car would slow the Columbians down a bit, and drove faster.
THIRD PERSON POV
Vince cruised down the highway and onto the bridge. A police car and 2 blue trucks were on his tail. The night air was crisp and freezing cold. The rain was hard pierced his face like needles.
The motorcycle kicked into fifth gear, at approximately 90 mph. Vince looked over to his side-view mirror to see the gap wasn't gaining much distance. He pushed a little bright red button with his thumb on the right handlebar that glowed in the darkness of the night. The nitrous oxide penetrated through his bike and fire blasted from the exhaust pipe. The bike sped up tremendously: 100…115…125. The friction of the ragged concrete of the street began to tear at the rubber of the wheels. The back tire began to smoke vigorously. It swerved out of control and hit the divider in the middle of the bridge. Vince was catapulted over the divider into oncoming traffic. He landed hard on his left side rolled numerous times before being abruptly stopped by the front bumper of a Sentinel. The bike flipped in the air rapidly and over the edge of the bridge. It fell two hundred feet before colliding with the water below. A splash erupted from the water's surface, and then landed in drops back into the bay, creating beautiful little ripples in the marble-like water.
Vince, barely alive, was lying in the middle of the street, gasping for oxygen. His clothes were in tatters, his left shoe was missing. His left elbow was bent in an awkward direction, the bone clearly sticking out of the skin. The rain splashed in the crimson puddle that had formed behind his head. His body was paralyzed and wouldn't move. His eyes refused to open against the constant beat of the falling rain. The cop got out of his car and drew his gun, but he didn't need it; Vince had already taken his last breath.
Vincent Vercetti had never had the chance to fully recover from the memory loss he had suffered from being shot in the chest during a bank robbery by his accomplice and lover, Catalina. The nightmares and blackouts he experienced were due to his brain trying to make sense of chopped up memories. He could only remember waking up in a hospital and going through five months of rehabilitation, then being thrown in prison for two months before escaping.
Despite his effort and motivation, Vince had failed. His dream to escape from Liberty City and make something better of himself had come to a halt, and would never continue. He wouldn't have a proper burial where all his friends and family were present. Nope, not Vince. His body would be thrown into a large furnace and burnt to ashes, and those ashes would be thrown into the trash with a pile of dog shit. No one would remember his name, or that he had ever existed. Despite the sacrifices he had made to be successful in life, in death, he was nothing.
The End
Author's Notes: I don't think I'm writing anymore so I had to end this story. I just hope the ending isn't as lame as I think it is. Please don't include spoilers in your review because a lot of people read reviews before reading the actual story. Thank you.
Evil Jokar