Max Payne- Chapter 3: Bloody Revenge
I adjusted the rearview mirror, seeing myself for the first time in weeks. I was horrible to look at, and even worse now that I've gone through all of this. I placed my hand back onto the steering wheel along side my left hand. I had killed those officers, I had ruined family's, friends...I've ruined lives in spite of Mona's death. I've ruined Jim Bravura's life...he didn't deserve it, he was only doing his job. None of them deserved this, but as soon as I was done with these...bastards that killed Mona, I'll turn myself in. Avenging her death is all I have reason to go on...I have nothing left. I'm only a few blocks away from the scene, and I was ready to end this. I really didn't care anymore, as long as they died, I would be able to atleast live with myself again. A few blocks later, I turned the corner seeing a mass of cars in the middle of the street, all surrounding a single body.
I immediately put my foot on the gas, many officers scattering out of the way, clipping a few. But one was unfortunate enough to be hit square in the chest, and driven/pinned between two cars. He fell lifeless onto the hood of my squad car. I pushed the door open, the back window being shot out as I did so. I turned to the group of policemen, guns held up high.
"YOU KILLED HER!" I pulled the trigger, time slowing down again, the bullet catching one of the cops in the chest. "BASTARDS!", another pull of the trigger had the bullet flying into the forehead of another cop. "EVERY ONE OF YOU DESERVE THIS!" , both triggers pulled in rapid fire succession took down 4 other cops. Only 3 remained. My guns had run out of ammo. I dropped their clips, and filled both of them back up with new clips, shot once in the leg as I did so. They were all standing in a row, I took out the one on the left, and the one the right, and stopping with both pistols pointed to the man in the middle. He had his gun pointed at me, the one man that was able to dodge my bullets. I recognized him...Officer Jones.
"Who killed her?" My guns were still held high, aimed right at his eyes. I was ready to explode when I realized that he was one of the cops on the scene, that he may have been involved in her death.
"It wasn't me. She stole my gun when I was taking her to the car. This wasn't my fault, Max."
I stepped towards him, aiming the gun at his gun and shot it out of his hand. He screeched in surprise, unsuspectful of my next move. I threw my guns down and approached him hastily. I threw a punch at his chest, knocking the wind out of him, then an uppercut to his chin, knocking him to his back. He lay there, dazed and confused as to what just happened. I crouched down over him, and began hitting him across the face as hard as possible. His forehead split open after only a few heavy punches, the blood flowing into his eyes. As I was about to hit him once more, he thrusted his leg upward, hitting me where it hurt. I doubled over immediately, the pain was so immense that I threw up on the ground, unable to control myself. He stood up, whiping blood from his face, and pulled me to my feet. He hit me as hard as he could across the face, I almost passed out. He grabbed me around the waste and tackled me into the windshield of a nearby squad car. He rolled off me, and I rolled off of the windshield and onto the ground. I was beaten, I was done. I landed next to Mona's body, I slowly reached my hands out and grabbed her arm, slowly pulling it towards me. I placed my lips to her hand, dropping it soon after. Officer Jones picked me up once more, a cigarette now in his mouth. He turned me around and pushed me up against the car, he cuffed me without a second thought.
He grabbed me by the scruff of my collar, opening his back car door, shoving me inside, the door closing in after me. I lay there against the cold leather, soaking with blood, sweat, tears, and rain. The pain of the gunshot wounds began to come to, numbing my body into submission. Officer Jones sat down in the front seat, picking up the radio and speaking into it. I couldn't make out what he was saying, his voice began to fade, as did my surroundings. Everything began turning to black, turning to meaningless little whispers of death. Cuts of solitude, an embrace of silence. Muffled, evil speech all around me. I couldn't move, I couldn't think straight...I was left in the back of nowhere, to die and whither away. I became nothing.
...I faded to black...