Vice City
--The Harwood Butcher--
Harwood in 1971 was also different than it was in more recent times. Tommy drove past a radio building, which was a small time radio station that played crappy disco music. Later this building became the Head Radio building. Tommy then continued down the road, going under a small bridge, up farther into Harwood. Harwood looked visibly different than in the future, there was no 8-Balls autoyard, no gas station, the firehouse was still there, but much smaller than it was later. The junkyard was still there though, one of the oldest properties in Harwood. Tommy recognized it immediately and drove toward the entrance. At a certain point the paved road turned into a dirt path leading into the junkyard.
Tommy slowly drove up, the wheels making a crackling noise as they hit along the dirt and stones. He reached the entrance, but decided not to drive in any further. He calmly opens the door, and then closes it as quietly as possible. He see's a figure in the darkness down below. He moves closer, and takes a quick glance at the sign at the entrance of the junkyard.
"Junkyard, we can always squeeze you in."
"Guess this is it." Tommy states in a low tone.
He continues to walk down the dirt entrance, getting to the point where he could make out some features of the dark figure. Tommy looks at the figure, then at the autocrusher, a few broken down vehicles, and a pile of tires. Tommy moves slyly toward the pile of tires and hides behind them, before the figure can turn around and see him. He stays there for a few moments until finally he decides to reveal himself, but walking right up to the figure, until they are about five feet away from eachother.
"Are you Eric?" Tommy says flatly. The man quickly turns, obviously startled by someone elses presence. "Y-yes. Who are you?" "You know why I'm here." "I do?" "Forelli sent me, Sonny Forelli." "Ahhh!" Eric, the businessman quickly runs in the opposite direction as Tommy pulls out the knife. Right when the man screams, three other men come out from hiding and run at Tommy and swing at him. Tommy slashes at one man violently, and he falls over, bleeding. He slashes at the other two, cutting one man right in the abdomen, and the other in the upper chest, and they both fall over as well.
Tommy then breathes in heavily, nearly in shock, but regains his composure, and starts running in the direction of Eric. As he does so, a car roars down the dirt path into the junkyard. Inside the car there are four men, and the car stops right near Tommy. Tommy hesitates, and quickly presses a button. The car gets picked up by the autocrusher, and gets dropped into the big chamber, and before the men can jump out the car gets crushed inside the autocrusher. Tommy looks suprised at the small victory, then continues chasing Eric, who is still in sight, and not exactly the fastest sprinter. They run out of the junkyard onto the grass near the coast. Three more men jump out from behind concealed areas, this time with baseball bats.
One man swings the bat at Tommy, but Tommy ducks quickly, then rises upward and slashes at the mans throat, and he falls to the ground. The second man comes up behind Tommy and slams him in the back with a bat, and Tommy kneels onto the ground. He turns and makes a deep cut into the mans leg, and he yells while falling over. The last man drops his bat and starts to run, but he is too slow as Tommy ascends upon him, and finishes him off in a similar fashion. This third wave of attacks only takes a few moments to handle, and Tommy continues to chase Eric, who is now near the coast. Tommy realizes he might not be able to catch him now, his legs tired, and his back in pain. He grips the knife firmly, then throws it at the figure. It lodges right into Eric's back.
Eric yelps in pain as the knife flies into his flesh. He pulls the knife out of his lower back and drops it to the ground. He hears Tommy's footsteps coming closer and closer to him, so he runs to the edge of the ground, and jumps into the water. Tommy runs quickly, not expecting this move, and peers into the water. Blood can be seen on the surface of the water, and no body to be seen. "He must have stayed under...poor bastard." Tommy smoothly walks away from the edge and picks up the bloddy knife, that had slain seven men during the attack. Suddenly, from up near the road, someone screams, seeing the bodies in the junkyard.
Tommy quickly looks up toward the sound. Then sprints full speed towards his car, that is in the front of the junkyard. He is runs, adrenaline carrying his tired legs toward his car. He dosen't see the one who shouted, but jumps into the car and starts it up. He tries to drive away, without looking to suspicious. St. Marks wasn't too far away. He drives past the firehouse, and up toward the St. Marks hill. Before getting there though, a police cars spots him, and turns on his siren. "Keep your cool, Vercetti." Tommy slowly turns to the side of the road and stops. "They don't know it was me." The police car stops behind him, and a cop gets out.
The cop walks up to Tommy's car, Tommy rolls down the windows. "Hey there." The cop says. "Hey..." "I got a call on the radio that there is a big mess down in Harwood, and well, you were speeding. Where ya headed pal?" "St. Marks, I live there." "Where were you coming from?" "A club down the street." "...You been drinking?" "No, officer." "I'll take your word for it. But I will have to give you a ticket for your speed." "Alright." Tommy slowly exhales, feeling lucky. As he does so, the cop looks into the backseat and sees the bloody knife in the back. "Hey...!" Tommy realizes he is done, gets a hopeless look on his face, and slumps over so that his head is leaning against the steering wheel.