A/N: Sorry i haven't update in a long time. I m going to finish this story very soon, so enjoy the final few chapter like this one. Enjoy. Oh, and please leave a review... please
"The rain was pouring down like all the angles in heaven were taking a piss at the same time."
The TV was on. Outside the darkness light up every thirty seconds with and atomic like thunder. Below in Liberty City, it was practically flooded. Max lay spun around on his old tan couch, on lamp illuminating the room. He was past out. There was knocking was at his door all night. It wouldn't go away. He found him self uncontrollably wondering around his apartment. The knocking at the door.
The thunder exploded in the distance again, the apartment building trembled. The ground started to shift, move, mutate. It was just a hallucination. He took another large drink straight out of the bottle of whiskey. The knocking never went away. The door opened, dark shadows moved in, shouting, screaming. Max had no defense. The room lit up like fireworks on the Forth of July. The apartment was ripped apart. One by one the shadows shot each other, turning the apartment into a blood bath. One of the shifting shadows had the face of Pierce. One had the face of the kid he had killed.
The knocking never went away. As he walked back and forth, the forty ounce in hand, his boots became stained with blood. The guts of the people he was stepping over were popping, breaking. It was a blood bath. Eventually Max stumbled to the floor, breaking has arm.
The rain came through the roof. He became soaked. The bodies disappeared, the walls disappeared, the roof disappeared. His .45 in hand. His arm was injured, the pain excruciating, to the bone. His arm was broken. The mud and grass he was crawling on became more dense by the second. The sky light up redundantly, shedding light in the pathway ahead.
Orange light behind him. Fire, something was on fire. Exploding. The knocking never went away. He was sucked back into the green void he had been in before, repeating it.
The knocking never went away.
Suddenly the world slid into focus, what made sense in the dream suddenly had no meaning. The knocking at the door. He twitched, jumping up. "Oh my god."
There was daylight. The knocking at the door turned into banging. His heart pounded more than he ever knew before. To see outside, he rushed to the window, forcing back the curtains. The sky was blue, clouds in the air. Below the luscious green Belleville park was as busy as a theme park. It was a normal day.
The banging became more intense.
It wasn't a normal day. A black Kuruma was parked across the street. The perspiration damped his whole body now. His heart pounding, the sick feeling in his stomach. The FBI.
"Max Payne! Open the door now, or I will be forced to knock it down."
He had to get out, no time to loose. Max dashed across his apartment, clenching the .45 in his hands. He grabbed his beat up leather jacket and stopped in front of the door. The banging continued. His heart pounded harder and harder. It felt like his chest would burst. His mind was wondering, thinking to fast.
"Open the door now! This is you last warning!"
What could he do? Kill the FEDS? Become a cop-killer? No, he couldn't. Run. That was all there was left to do, run. He was three stories above the ground, no way out.
"OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"
Time was running out, he had to act fast. Footsteps gathered upon the other side, time was out. They were coming in. Now.
The door was hit furiously, almost knocked off the hinges, one more hit and they would be in. The prepared to break down the door. It was over.
The door flew off and they rushed in.
The window shattered as the body smashed into it. He tumbled to the ground, smashing over an awning, and then a cement patio rolling off it into the brush off the entrance to the building.
He lost his breath. Forcing himself up, he dashed out into the street. Looking for a car to steal.
The FBI upstairs quickly and thoroughly searched the apartment. One glanced out of the shattered window. "Below! He's getting away!"
The only car nearby was a 1998 classic muscle car, coal black with silver trim. Max stood in front of it and it came to a screeching halt. He pointed the gun at the drivers face, forcing him out, he hopped into the drivers seat, the radio booming loud. The vehicle peeled out, leaving tire marks on the road.
The Kuruma came to life, immediately as the muscle car peeled out. Two cars behind them, a Taxi was driving a fare.
It was getting late, Tommy was sitting in the back of the Taxi, his suitcase next to him. It wasn't soon before he spotted the FBI in pursuit, two cars ahead outside Max's apartment. It was Max.
It was Tommy's only chance. He had to take it. The Single Action Army was raised to the back of the drivers head, and he pulled the trigger. With no time to loose, he hopped into the drivers seat, forcing the poor civilian taxi driver's body onto the cold cement road. He took off after the chase.
Max was a few cars ahead, gliding over sidewalks to take the turns, dodging the pedestrians and passing up civilian vehicles. They zoomed by the North end of Belleville Park, past the basketball courts, under the ramp for the Shoreside Lift Bridge.
It was taking the southern turn, running parallel with the park when a local LCPD joined the chase. Max punched it, the loud engine revved up, gaining speed fast. The car drifted between two blurs of building east of the park, the second right turn heading south. The three cars, the Kuruma, LCPD, and a Taxi did the same.
Max passed up three more vehicles, gaining more speed than the police were. The Taxi and it's low durability became far behind. The Shoreside Lift Bridge bell began ringing. Max took the ramp hard, gliding over the middle bump into the other lane, barley dodging a green land cruiser.
At the turn, the feds caught up, bumper to bumper as they came upon the Lift Bridge. Giving one bump, the fed attempted to stop Max. A failed attempt, Max regained control, gaining speed while loosing the feds. The bell was still ringing, the bridge would lift any time now. Max swerved pas three more vehicles on the way down off the bridge, heading straight into Shoreside. The Cop and the fed were still on his tail. As he took the left turn, eastbound heading uphill, another black Kuruma gave pursuit.
The taxi cam to a screeching halt as the Shoreside Lift bridge arose. Tommy emerged from the car, violently throwing his arms around and cursing. His vehicle was too slow.
The next turn east, Max cut across the corner, tearing up grass while pedestrians dove out of the way for their safety. The two Kurumas were neck and neck with Max, one opened fire with a handgun. Sparks emitted as the bullets pierced the black framing of the car. They slowed to take another turn, north uphill still, speeding past the hospital and SVPD station.
The dam was just ahead, in the last second max swerved into the other lane, taking the right turn before the dam, gliding along the right side of the rode still. It was all too fast.
To the left was the Dam, and a cliff, to the right was a large concrete wall. At sixty miles per hour, Max was yards away from having a head on collusion with an SVPD cruiser. Max zoomed left on impulse, the car drifted on it's right side. The metal crunched and glass broke, the crunching sound traveled all over Shoreside vale. The SVPD cruiser rose from the ground a few feet. Particles of both cars became suspended in the air, all of it crashing down to the ground. Max's vehicle came to a stop upon the ledge of the cliff. His head became numb, his eyesight lost, lukewarm blood poured down from his forehead.
One black Kuruma lost control and shot into the air above the cliff, tumbling to the ground below. The other Kuruma also collided with the wrecked SVPD cruiser, sending it tumbling down the road. The last SVPD cruiser which was giving chase crushed into the side of the black Kuruma, tearing it's framing apart, sending it feet down the road.
An SVPD Enforcer was unfortunate to be speeding towards the chase scene. It slammed on it's breaks as it took the corner opposite the Cochrane Dam. It's force was so powerful it merely launched the already destroyed SVPD cruiser back up the hill in flames and pieces while still gliding into the air, forcefully dropping to the ground below the cliff.
The flaming SVPD cruiser became airborne, one again forcefully smashing into the very same black Kuruma it had collided with before, this time forcing it over the cliff along with it. The Kuruma crushed down upon Max's muscle car, causing the roof to cave in upon Max while also being pushed off the cliff. The three cars bounced off of the side of the cliff, becoming literally pieces of what the were before.
The muscle car did a barrel roll before plummeting straight into the ground below when the engine combusted, igniting the car into flames sending pillow of black smoke back up the cliff side and pieces of itself within a twenty foot radius of where it made contact with the ground.
A/N: More to come next chapter! Please review. Thanks, Aaron