GTA: Liberty Through Agita
Mission Two: A Dark Twist

Officer Tenpenny leaned out of his cruiser, looking up at the hills over-looking Glen Park. The sun was just beginning to set, and he could what looked like a massive fog bank rolling in from the hills. "Damn, you ever see anything like that?" He asked to his passenger.

"Once, in a movie." Officer Pulaski said.

"That ain't what I mean... Man, just looking at that gives me the creeps. Let's go." Tenpenny rolls off as the light he was sitting at turns green...

As the sun sets, the fog bank rolls down the hill, encompassing the entire city within minutes. At first, there is nothing. The whole city goes quiet, almost as if it were anticipating something sinister, and holding its breath in hopes that it would pass. Then, slowly, gunfire erupts here and there, growing louder and more intense with each passing second. Soon, the whole city is alive with noise. Screams, gunfire, and inhuman screeches ring out from the streets.

One by one, the individual gunfights die down, either the shooters running out of ammo, or suffering a worse fate. Incoherent screaming is rampant, and police sirens are constantly heard. Already, car accidents are piling sky high, and it isn't long before the streets are congested with ruined and wrecked cars.

Within a matter of hours, the city returns to silence, only broken by the odd occasional gunshot, and the very disturbing moan of things inhuman. The fog remains, and is thick enough that from the sky, one cannot see the streets.

Orange glows of house fires dot the city, the only source of light throughout the entire city. The night continues on...

Vision came swimming back to him. His head felt groggy, like he had been binge drinking. His ears rang, and he couldn't see clearly. Rubbing his head as he sat up, CJ cursed, remembering why he felt this way. "Big Smoke hit me with a motha' fucking bat... Damn, I need to check that fool next time I see him." He shook his head once more, and looked around himself. "Where the hell am I?"

He appeared to be in a room, sitting on the bed, the covers messy. Clothes were strewn about the floor. The tiny refrigerator, which sat against the wall, was opened, empty of its contents, the small light inside off. Glancing around more, he saw a small side guest room, and next to it was the door to the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah... I remember this place. This is one of the rooms in the Jefferson Motel! But, how'd I end up here?" He spoke to no one in particular, getting unsteadily to his feet, gaining his bearing. It seemed he wasn't hurt too bad, as he took a few laps around the room to test his feet and balance. "Still got it CJ. You still got it."

Satisfied that he was able, he peers into the guest bedroom. The bed looked occupied, a large lump in the bed, which vaguely looked like a person. Even at the door, the smell coming from the bed was unbearable, and he didn't dare venture any closer. "Hey... Hey... Someone in there?" CJ called. The lump did not stir. CJ picked up one of the boots that was lying on the ground, and threw it at the lump.

There was no change. The boot slammed into the lump, but it didn't budge any. He turned away.

"Damn man... Fuck it, ain't my problem." CJ started for the door to the motel room. He noticed that hanging on the handle by a lord cord was a small, handheld radio, one of those kinds that didn't have a tune function, just FM Seek. The power light was out, meaning it was ether off, or the batteries were dead.

As he reached to open the handle, the radio suddenly blared to life, spewing out static and white noise. CJ nearly jumped out of his skin when that happened, taking several steps back. "What the hell?" He cried out in alarm, as white noise continued to pour out of the radio.

Suddenly, a chill ran up his spine. He wasn't alone in the room anymore. Turning around slowly, his face twisted itself into an expression of terror.

The guest bedroom was covered in blood. A few seconds ago, it hadn't been. A low, unsettling wheezing sound came from the bedroom, and it sounded like the covers to the bed were being pushed off. "Who's there? Show yourself, nigga!" CJ yelled, bracing himself and clenching his fist.

There was no way he could prepare himself for what came stepping into view.

The creature was vaguely humanoid, in that it was about as tall as a human, if more slouched over then most humans would be. It had two legs, although they were triple jointed and instead of human-like feet, it had a three-coved hoof on each leg. It had arms, but they were bent backwards, with a jagged piece of bone sticking out of the bended part of each arm. The hands seemed to be fused into its back.

The creature had something of a head, but it had no features. No eyes, no mouth, no nose, just a fleshy cowl like membrane covering the face. The whole creature was a sickly blotchy brown color, tan in some places, mahogany in others. It combined to give the creature a very revolting look; something clearly not meant to exist. From about where its chin should be down to the center of its chest, there was a wide, gaping maw, lined with jagged and crooked teeth. The wheezing sound came from this orifice. It released a disturbing groan, and started to shamble towards CJ.

CJ nearly fell as he saw the thing, but thankfully he hadn't. He decided right there he didn't want his hands anywhere near it. Quickly looking around him, he noticed the table had wooden legs. He kicked one leg near the top, breaking it. Picking up the leg, he twirled it quickly in his hand.

"You wanna dance, you ugly mother fucker? Let's dance!" He said as he swung the table leg like a baseball bat, slamming into the creature's side. The creature was sent sprawling by the impact, lying in a heap on the ground. It was still moving, twitching, as if it were having trouble getting up. Quickly, CJ crosses over to it, and raises the table leg over his head, bringing it down in an overhand swing, slamming it into the prone creature.

Gore and blood sprayed everywhere as CJ continued to slam the leg into the creature, until nothing remained of it except a bloody pulp.

CJ stepped back. As soon as the creature had gone silent, the radio did likewise, no longer spewing out white noise. CJ gave it a look, and then crossed over, taking the radio in his hand and turning it over. "Huh... It was like... It could sense that... Thing. This could be useful." He thumbed the Seek switch, and the radio quickly began to search for a signal, yet found none. "Must be broken..."

He looked at his watch. It was midnight, exactly. Looking at the table leg, CJ briefly considers discarding it, and then dismisses the thought just as quick. "If I run into more of those things, or any Ballas, I'll need something to fight back with... What the hell was that damn thing anyways? This better be a damn dream..."

Shaking his head, CJ ties the radio's cord around his neck, hanging it like a necklace. "Time to get back to Groove Street." He says as he opens the motel room door and steps out into the hall...