Chp. 1: How It Started
Chicago, Illinois, USA
Police Station
June 30, 2020
Inside a police station within the city of Chicago, Illinois, two boys were sitting next to each other inside an interrogation room. The first boy wore a white t-shirt, a brown and tan letterman jacket with an emblem of a red rooster's head with a crescent moon underneath on the left side of it, and a pair of dark blue jeans. He also wore a gold bracelet on his left arm and a matching earring on his left ear lobe. He has brown skin, brown eyes and a head full of black messy dreadlocks.
The second boy wore a gray overcoat with silver linings and a white dress shirt with the two top buttons undone. His pants were the same color as his overcoat and a brown leather belt with a silver buckle. He also wore white, gray, and yellow sneakers. He wears a black fedora with a gray trim. He has dark skin, olive green eyes, and black trimmed hair.
The two boys sat in their chairs for a few moments until a disguised voice spoke from the speaker.
"Ornell 'Jacket' Ray. Jesse Jack."
The two boys turned their heads to face the one-way window.
"Do you two know why you are here?" the man asked.
"We were found at a crime scene with multiple dead bodies," the boy with the fedora, known as Jesse answered.
"Would you tell us what had happened?" the interrogator asked.
"From the very beginning, or when the massacre started?" the other boy known as Jacket asked.
"Very beginning," the interrogator answered.
"Well let me tell you how it all led up to this," Jacket said.
June 9, 2020
A few weeks earlier, Jacket was walking down the sidewalk in a small neighborhood with a young man beside him. The man wore a pair of white sneakers, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and a black leather jacket over it. He has dark skin, light brown eyes, and wore a red bandana over his shaved head.
They both walked down the sidewalk and then noticed a car driving up towards them. Quickly sensing something was wrong, Jacket and the man ran and ducked behind a nearby pickup truck. Just as the car drove up, a man on the driver's side of the car peered out with a machine gun and began to open fire upon Jacket and the young man. They both pulled out pistols from their pants as the car's driver stepped out with a double-barrel shotgun. Jacket peered out from the side of the truck and quickly shot the man with the machine gun. The man with the shotgun fires off a round at Jacket as he ducks back behind the truck. The man with Jacket peered out from the truck and shot the shotgunner in the chest.
Jacket and the man stepped out from behind the truck and walked over to the man with the machine gun. They both looked down at the bleeding gunner with irritated looks on their faces.
"Hey Jacket, what do you think we should do with this n****?" the man asked.
Jacket looked at the gunners' car and saw a couple of metal baseball bats sticking out in the back seat.
"Beat this motherfucker to a pulp, Cy," Jacket answered.
He walked to the car and opened the door and grabbed the bats. He tossed one of the bats to the man known as Cy as he caught it. They both looked down at the man once more as he began to cry.
"No, man... Please..." the gunner sobbed painfully.
Jacket and Cy then proceeded to beat the gunner with the bats. The beating lasted for a minute as the gunner was now no longer alive and was now unrecognizable due to the beating inflicted on him. Jacket and Cy looked down at the body before looking back at each other.
"Let's get out of here," Cy said.
The two started to run away from the area to make sure they didn't get caught by the police.
Unknown House
Later outside an old worn down home, Cy and Jacket walked up to the house's front door as they were still carrying the two blood covered baseball bats.
"Hopefully the cops won't find us," Jacket said.
"Relax. The old brod running this city really hates the cops. So even if we do get caught, her policies will just let us go free. The cops have no choice," Cy said. "Plus, all those riots provided by the Black Lives Matter movement provide the perfect distraction for us to get what we need in the city."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jacket said.
Cy opened the front door and he and Jacket entered inside the house. In the living room sitting on the sofa was a young woman watching the television. The woman wore a pair of black high heels, a pair of dark blue short shorts, a red crop top and a dark blue jacket. Her hair was long and black, her eyes were blue, and her skin was dark.
"Jacket. Cy. You've made it back," the woman said.
"Hey, Bonnie," Jacket greeted the woman known as Bonnie.
"I see you two had a run in," Bonnie said, noticing the bloodied bats.
"Just a couple n****s trying to get the drop on us. But nothing we can't handle," Cy said.
"The deal went quite well. Made us six grand today," Jacket said.
"That's great!
"Ever since I got you in with the Black Disciples, our dealing became a killing and making more money than ever," Cy said.
"Too bad it turned you into a target for other rival gangs out there," Bonnie said.
"Baby, don't sweat it. Killing me is easier said than done," Jacket said.
"I still can't believe you nicknamed yourself after a videogame character," Cy said.
"Hotline Miami is the shit, man," Jacket said.
"Well, I think it makes you sound sexy," Bonnie said as she stood from the couch.
"Bonnie, that's just the tip of the iceberg," Jacket said with a smirk.
"I'll take more than the tip. Thank you very much," Bonnie said, approaching Jacket.
"I'll give it to you right now," Jacket said as he then picked Bonnie up off her feet and held her bridal style.
Jacket walks straight into a bedroom, carrying Bonnie in his arms. They both collapsed onto the bed and began locking lips with each other. Bonnie rolled herself on top of Jacket as he took his jacket off, then took off his shirt. Bonnie removes her jacket and then strips off her crop top, revealing her large breasts to Jacket. He sat up to Bonnie and kissed her neck, then traced down and started to suck on her left nipple.
Bonnie moaned as she held on to Jacket. Jacket rolled himself and Bonnie over as Jacket was now on top. He then starts to unbutton Bonnie's short shorts, while she unbuttons Jacket's pants.
Meanwhile out in the living room, Cy was sitting on the sofa watching the television. He soon heard the sound of a bed creaking followed by Bonnie and Jacket's moaning. Cy rolled his eyes as he took the remote and used it to turn up the volume of the television. Suddenly, his phone began to vibrate. He picks it up to see a text message on the screen. Cy frowned upon reading the message.
Author's Note: This story is is something my partner, AlexandreRotundodaSi of Wattpad came up with and took inspiration from the video game Hotline Miami.