One Shot Chapter 4: Lose Yourself, a csi: new york fanfic

A/N: Ah…. Finally! Chapter Four to my fan fic ONE SHOT… the most tragic chapter…. And hopefully, a tearjerker…. This is the longest one… Er- enjoy…

Disclaimer: I do not own the CSI: NY characters. I do not own 8 mile. But the story and the whole fic is mine. Oh, and the rap verses are of original composition.

Anything stolen from me- that'll be against my intellectual rights. If you want a copy of my fic, just tell me. Aight?

A/N: Er… this is R-14. First part of this chapter is already mild for readers younger than 14. So, you've been warned. Find that part gross, but hey, I really think Vanessa would've been perfect for Brittany Murphy's role in 8 mile (she's got the 'tude and she might do well on screen with Eminem… rock on, Vanessa!). But, too bad she didn't get it.

Don forget R&R's.

Honestly tell me what you think

I swear, this'll be the best chapter.

And I'll take this time to confront conceited fan fic writers that just because they're older and that they've got connections with moderators and just because they're Americans or somewhere near, in short residents of USA, they won't read "outsiders" fic.

Just prove me wrong that my age and racism are factors on why I don't get reviews.

I'm not being egoistic like Kanye West, I'm just taking my stand as an under aged writer.

Got it? Get it? Good.

Author: TanglewoodbabeViron (Viron Quintos)

Rating: R14 (Coz I'm paranoid)

Chapter Four: Lose Yourself

"Wanna get out of here?" Aiden whispered in Don's ear. She looked at him. He just nodded while he swallowed nervously.

She took him by the hand, and they ran out of sight. Out from the craziness outside the club. And hid in the alley.

Aiden leaned on the wall, at the same time Don kissed her deeply.

She bit his lips and felt victorious for the moan she received for it. Aiden kept playing at Don's necklace and his hands kept going up and down her back, but not near enough her buttocks. She liked that he was being a gentleman.

They broke apart and looked at each other in the eyes. Don smiled and kissed her again. She kissed him back and to him, it was as if she was saying "Bring it on!" . And he did.

Their tongues clashed, and they went on…. Making love out of nothing at all in an alley.

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The next night, Don was sitting at their apartment, eating dinner while watching his sister fix her things and preparing for bed.

"Donnie! I'm ready to go to bed!" She said, looking at him with those cute blue eyes. She and him had their father's eyes.

Then he missed his father.

He was an NYPD officer, a detective who died on the job. After he died, his mother's grief kind of got in the way, and she became nothing more than a basket case.

He shoved those thoughts for a while and helped Hallie get to bed.

"Let's put you to bed, then." He got up and lifted her in his arms.

He waited until she was totally fast asleep, and he looked at her alarm clock. It was 10:45, kinda late. Where was his mother?

He went to their living room, watching the news, when his mother walked in with a bag of groceries, and a smile on her face.

"What are you so happy about?" He commented.

She answered him, still smiling. "You will never believe the luck I had today… I won the bingo!"

Don looked surprise. "How much?"

His mother flashed him the money. "Twenty four hundred."

He went to have a look and count for himself while his mother continued, "I know it's not enough." She said apologetically. "But it's something. I already spent 75 bucks on grocery. Now we'll have something to eat." Her eyes were wide with awe.

"This is great!" he hugged her.

His mother took about what seemed like 500 bucks and gave it to him. "Here. Do what you want with it."

Don refused to take it. "Look, ma. I'm sorry about the way I acted a few days ago. Now, I see you're doing your best to support me and Hallie. I love you, ma. And I don't want your money. Keep it. Go shop for Hallie or pay the rent or something. Do what YOU want with it."

"I've got another money to earn on my own two nights from now. I'll do my best to win that rap battle."

His mother was smiling at him. She held his face, her eyes were becoming teary. "Good luck."

She kissed his cheeks.

"Awww…. Ma!" Don whined. "The last time you did that was when I was about to leave for Prom Night. And that still freaks me out."

She smiled at him and shook her dad, then changed back to serious mood. "I love you, Donnie. You're my son. And I believe you could do this."

"Thanks, ma. I love you, too." Don replied, bending over to kiss the top of her head. He hugged her tight, and she hugged him back.

It was as if a big weight has been lifted off his shoulder. He felt less tense about all his problems. And it was as if things were starting to be put into place.

It felt weird. Things were starting to take place in his life. His mother earned money and was willing to spend it well, something might start with him and Aiden, and he could do well in the rap battle. His confidence was REALLY there. And it'll stay.

But there was one more thing he had to do: He had to apologize to Danny and the others.

It wasn't until he woke up that he realized that his friends were only just really looking out for him. They were just being supportive.

They were all gathered outside Danny's apartment building while Don gave his apology.

"Look, guys… " Then Don trailed off.

A Range Rover was driving down their alley, the car's rims were spinning, and it was booming with 50 Cent's "Just A Lil' Bit".

And sounds were also coming from the apartment. Footsteps, guns being readied for fire. And "Bang!". The door was open. Danny knew who those were. His former gang, The Tanglewood Boys.

The Tanglewood Boys started shooting at the Rover. On impulse, Don, Danny, Hawkes, and Chad ducked for safety. Knowing a shoot-out was to be made out of this.

From the backseat of the Rover, an AK-47 was perched on the window, and was simultaneously fired.

Don couldn't really see what the hell was happening. The Tanglewood Boys ran back to the apartment, after firing all ammunitions. And the Rover sped off.

Chad was the first was to stand up, "Everybody okay?"

Don stood up, panting from fright. He had a close call. "I'm fine. Where're Hawkes and Danny?"

"Oh, hell no!" Hawkes exclaimed.

Don and Chad turned to see a bleeding Danny.

Danny was shot on his upper right arm. It looks bad.

Hawkes rushed over Danny and took off his sweat shirt and put pressure on his gunshot wound. "Hold on, Messer. Chad! Call the paramedics!"

Danny coughed out blood. "I… can't… anymore…"

Don rushed over and knelt beside Danny. He took his hands and held it tight. Who knows? His best friend might meet his maker any second. Not that Don was a cynic or anything…

Danny tried to smile, but it became more like a wince. God, the pain was killing him. He was starting to cry.

Don smiled despite that he was crying already. "No, don't go yet, man."

Then Chad appeared, "Help is on the way. Hold on there, Thumpy G."

But it was too late. With a final gasp for a struggle for breath, Danny was dead.

"NO!" Don exclaimed. He checked Danny's pulse. Nothing."No…" he whispered.

He stood up and cried at a corner.

Hawkes sat there, dumbfounded. And tears were falling down his face. Chad dropped his phone and knelt next to Danny's dead body.

These three guys have just lost their best friend… right in front of them.

Don has never felt so guilty in his life…

When Don walked home that night from the hospital, his head was again clouded with thoughts.

He rounded up the corner to their apartment, and saw that the Tanglewood Boys were there.

Baseball bat in their O.G, Sonny Sassone's hand. And the rest were cracking their knuckles.

And they started beating the shit out of Don. Don wasn't much able to defend himself. It was him against 6 guys.

That night, Aiden went over and helped him. He had a black eye, a bruised cheek, a cut on his lip, and his abs hurt.

Aiden watched as Don concentrated on writing his rhymes while Hallie sat on her lap, reading a book.

" I just wish I said what I should've

Now I've lost a friend I love

I've screwed up, and now I'm back

That not all rappers require to be black

I can prove that white, Asian, Puerto Rican can blow

Being so stereotypic and thinking so low

Open up, rap music!

Give us a chance

Not that we'll take when you've started from your hands

Rest in peace, Thumpy G, this battle's won

Want you to know that you're never gone."

Then came the night. God, this was it.

Hawkes has taken Danny's place as emcee of the battle. And he had to rap in front of famous D12 rapper, Proof.

In memory of Danny, the Crip bandana was worn in the upper right arm, where Danny was shot.

"First of all, I want to ask for a few moments of pure silence. This battle is in memory of Danny Messer a.k.a Thumpy G. A man who always put a stop to the division of differences in this rap battles."

The moment of silence was granted, and Hawkes felt grateful for that.

"DJ, let's get it started! First up, coming back and not giving up, Don Tuck is here for another shot at rap, and to prove that he can show you guys something."

Don walked up the stage with full confidence. And he didn't care if it seemed like his friends, Aiden, and Stella were the only ones who really cheered for him.

"And up against Don Tuck was last week's champion, Blood Killer!"

At the sound of Blood Killer's name, the crowd cheered.

"Man, are they so biased!" Don thought to himself.

And he didn't show fear to Blood Killer. Who gave him a supposed scary scare, but Don stared him down too.

Shit. He didn't know BK was associated with the Tanglewood Boys, who were there and smirking at him.

Hawkes stepped in between Don and Blood Killer, like a Boxing referee, and looked back and forth between the two rappers.

"Aight. Since Blood Killer was last week's winner, he gets to chose. Heads or tails?" he asked, looking at BK.

BK was smirking and didn't keep his eyes off Don. "Heads." He grunted into the mic.

Hawkes tossed the coin and caught it. "Tails. Whoops. Looks like Don Tuck gets to chose who goes first. So, who'll it be, DT?"

Don looked BK straight in the eye. "Let HIM go first."

The crowed gave out a low-voiced "Ooh…"

"Aight. BK, goes first. 90 seconds. DJ, Spin that shit!"

"Aw, c'mon, next emcee please.

Whittie's rap may be smaller than his dick…"

The crowd gave out a loud "Ooh.. " and a couple of people winced.

Don, however, gave him a bored and impatient look.

"Bitch, get off the stage,

Don't make my crew shoot you

You can never add up to what I can do

Making rap, dope, give it up

It ain't for you, so get out

Blood Killer tells you now to do something else

I can tell you now that I'm the best

Live in a trailer pack and earn 9 dollars a day

Oops, I forgot to ask, are you gay?"

More "Oh's!" from the crowd.

"You've got served

To be up here, you don't deserve

BK's got this battle won

Don Tuck, be gone"

He thrust the mic to Don who hastily catched it.

Hawkes quiet down the crowd. "Alright, Don Tuck, it's your chance to blow. DJ, Spin that shit!"

Don put the mic near his mouth, and he started slow, actually doing something narrative.

"Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity

To seize everything you've ever wanted

One moment

Would you catch it?

Or just let it slip?

Here's something for you man

I'm all out…"

Then he did the real thing.

"Yo, man, I'm not here to argue whether or not I deserve to rap or not

The color of my skin or anyone else's is not what it's about

I just lost my friend, I didn't get a chance to apologize

When you talk about sex and violence, it's me you'll never mesmerize

I have been through enough misery

They're patched up, but one just slipped away easily

Try having to lose your best friend right in your face

Thumpy G's meant to live forever until all of our dying days

So don't even think about telling me I don't deserve to have my say

Once I'm done you'll be wishing things just went my way

I'm glad I got the girl that I wanted

I love you Aiden Burn, no matter what'll happen

If only that when it comes to rap

Unwanted words should be stopped

I'm here to make rappers unite

I'll do it tonight…."

Hawkes looked at his watch, it was past 90 seconds. He motioned the DJ to stop spinning, and he did.

Don looked behind, but went on.

"Fine, I'ma do this A capella.

Maybe for once in your life you could rap about something else

Not about I'm better than him and him and rap about sex

Thumpy G, I'll let you know, we love you and life goes on

To us, you are never gone

Hip-Hop was the only thing that stood between me and the void

Death from a bullet of an enemy of the Tanglewood Boys

The struggle to escape

Something I want to achieve every day

So BK, get a grip

At least my IQ's bigger than your dick

So don't tell me I can't do this

At least now I'm able to pay my bills

Tanglewood Boys and BK, bitches you're over

The shinning crown of rap, you can already hand over

Coz I'ma take over

Success if my only option

And failure's not

I need to formulate a plot

And I'ma take this shot

I can't stay in the same spot

I'll take this chance that I've got

Wait till my life gets better

As my life gets harder

To my sister, I've become like a father

All the other rappers, here's something that isn't bad:

You can do anything if you set your mind to it, man."

He dropped the mic. And panted.

The crowd cheered. They had a new respect for him.

"BK, I'ma give you a chance to spit back. Can you?" Hawkes smiled at BK sarcastically.

Blood Killer now knew he was defeated. He stormed off the stage, pushing aside the Tanglewood Boys.

Hell, Don couldn't believe it. He just won. He just frickin' won! He won the 12 grand!

"Don Tuck wins! And Proof, right here, would personally hand him the check for 12 grand. Got a few words for our winner, Proof?" Hawkes said excitedly.

"Of course, of course." Proof said as he got up on stage. "First of all, congratulations. I'm proud of you. I didn't expect you to be that good, but you were. And I'm here, to hand you out 12 grand."

The next day, Don entered Mac's office and handed him his 950 debt.

"Here." Don said glumly. The next day was Danny's funeral, and he was becoming nervous. After all, it was the final chapter in Danny's life.

Mac looked at him with respect. "I'm sorry about your friend. Really, I am. And it's nice to know that you actually take after your responsibilities. You actually pay up."

"Yeah, well, that'll help me keep my job." Don turned to leave, and as he reached the door, Mac called after him, "Don't beat yourself up with your friend's death."

Don just shortly nodded and walked out quietly.

Don paid with money from the battle for Danny's funeral.

And when he was asked to give a speech at the church, he was sort of lost for words.

"Um, first of all. I think I sort of said what I wanted to say at the rap battle the other night. But, I know they're not enough. Danny was a very supportive guy. He was optimistic into getting me a spotlight in rap. He didn't care what people said about him when HE used to rap. He was my best friend. Ever since high school. He was supportive, hard working, and very talented. His girlfriend, Luigy, loved him so much."

He paused to smile at Luigy who was crying at the first row.

"I think he wanted us all to be not too down on ourselves. I think he wanted us to be happy, and just pray for him. And at any situation, Danny would always want some Tupac Shakur bangin'. He once told me 'Dude, if ever I die, I want you all guys to party at my funeral. Let all the rappers who battled at my shows rock it, keep the champagne flowing.' And he asked me to have this song rocking non-stop…"

He took out a radio and played Tupac's "Life Goes On" .

As he stepped out the stage, the crowd stood up and lifted Danny's coffin and led it out of the church. It was raining outside, which made the burial short.

Don, and the other two were left there.

The three men just stood above Danny's grave, not saying a thing. It was still raining hard.

Then Chad spoke up, "I'll miss him."

"Me, too." Hawkes mumbled, still looking down on Danny's grave.

"It wouldn't be the same without him." Don remarked.

"You guys ready to go?" Hawkes asked. The other two just shook their heads. "Me neither." Hawkes replied.

They stood there, without saying a thing.

Then Hawkes remembered something.

"Yo, Don."

Don looked at him.

"Proof asked me to tell you that if ever you're interested to get a deal, Proof and the rest of D12 will be there to support you. More like, the whole Shady Interscope will.

C'mon, man. This is a dream come true. It's like, you get a chance to live a good life. Hallie can go to a better school. You're mom can start a job or maybe she doesn't have to.

And who knows, if ever you'll marry Aiden, you have what it takes to support her."

Don was thinking about it. It could really help.

But one thing still stuck to him.

"Nah. I don't want it. Go tell Proof they can forget about it. Tell 'em to offer it to someone else.

Hawkes and Chad were both confused and shocked at Don's statement.

"Why the fuck not?" Chad asked.

Don smiled with satisfaction. He DID have to explain now, didn't he?

"I got what I wanted. And that was one shot, one opportunity to seize everything I've ever wanted.

I've always wanted one shot to rap. I wanted to blow people away. Make them see that I've got something to say.

And I had the chance.

I was able to prove the world one thing. And that someone like me can rap.

So what if I have to go back to my the same crappy broke life? I can handle it."

He gave a hollow laugh.

"Rap Superstar…. That ain't for me. Like I said, I can handle going back to my old life.

Opportunities come once in a lifetime, I'm aware. I'm glad I got the chance and took it."

He looked at Danny's headstone

All thanks to Danny."

Hawkes just smirked. "Whatever you makes you happy, Don Tuck."

He reached his hand out to Don and they did their handshake.

Don turned to leave.

Then Hawkes called after his back, "See you tomorrow, then?"

It was dark.

Don, still walking, just gave them a thumbs-up.

And Chad and Hawkes watched Don's figure retreat in the dark.

END

"Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity

To seize everything you've ever wanted

One moment

Would you catch it?

Or just let it slip?"

"You can do anything if you set your mind to it, man"

A/N: So? How did you guys find it? Just give me your honest opinion, aight? I can handle it….Reviews, please! Thanks for reading this, BTW. I appreciate it.

I know, there were more parts that are different from the actual movie.

This fic was inspired by 8 mile, not based. Don't get that interchanged.

Just prove me wrong that my age and racism are factors on why I don't get reviews.

I'm not being egoistic like Kanye West, I'm just taking my stand as an under aged writer.

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