Death Metal

Monday: 5:30 PM, Boulevard Del Perro, Los Santos.

After dressing into a buttoned white shirt with dark blue jeans, I went out for a drive to Astro Theaters since they were showing this film known as Die Already 4. I've watched the Die Already series since I was in my pre-teen years and I'm hoping this one will be good since most sequels to the first film always fall short due to a bad script or become incredibly stupid with weak plotlines. Don't blame me, it's the truth! There are companies that just want to make a quick buck off a film that's full of crap and one-liners.

(A/N: For those that don't know, Die Already is a film series parodying the Die Hard series.. Rockstar made it up)

On my way towards the theaters, I was driving on Red Forest Drive when I noticed a woman being shouted at a traffic cop in his mid-40's with balding brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing the LS police uniform nearby the traffic light just about a couple feet away from me. From what I noticed, she is wearing a red and blue plaid shirt with blue ranch jeans, black and white sport shoes, and short, faux black hair. Physically, I can tell she's Asian, 6'0 feet tall and has dark brown eyes.

Noticing that the confrontation was about to escalate between both of them, I parked nearby the sidewalk and got out my car. As I was approaching both of them, a spar of words were being shared between the both of them.

"Listen, young lady! You went 20 miles above the speed limit of 40 MPH and crashed into 2 cars not too long ago. No thanks to your arrogance, you sent two drivers to the hospital." The police officer said in anger towards the driver.

"Well, I'm s-sorry if the shitty traffic in this city is so h-h-horrible, I wonder how some of them even g-got their driver's licenses! Besides this b-b-bullshit, I'm running late since I've got to get to the f-flight school." The lady said to the officer with a stammer in her voice. I've got to agree with her though, some of them are completely reckless and car accidents have skyrocketed through the roof for the past few months.

I came up to both of them as they were shouting at each other. "Well, from what I'm hearing, I've got to side with the lady here. The traffic here in Los Santos can get real crappy sometimes, making people more desperate to drive as fast as they can to get to 'God-knows-where'. No wonder there's smog at night in this city." I said to the officer who looked like he was more annoyed by my presence.

"Get bent, you jerkoff! Who said you could speak to me anyway?! Now as for you, Mrs. 'I Love to Speed and Drift', you're getting a ticket of $200 dollars for this." The officer said to the both of us.

The lady responded, "W-what am I s-supposed to do about my car? I can pay the t-ticket, but is my car going to the I-impound lot?"

The officer with a smug smirk on his face said, "Well, yes. However, there are two ways you can handle the situation. One, act like a good citizen, pay up your ticket, medical fees for those poor drivers, and go to Los Santos Customs. Two, we can all forget about this ever happening if you perform a special kind of favor on me and I'll let you off the-" I looked on with a surprised look on my face as she knocked out the traffic cop to the ground.

"What the hell!? You didn't have to knock him out! This wasn't part of my day at all." I said as I did a face palm on myself.

"Oh shut up, you baby. This pig deserved it anyway, w-with what he had s-s-suggested towards me! I'm not one of those s-street whores giving p-p-ppussy away for money so they can support their College tuition and funds." She said to me with a tone of annoyance.

Upset by the surprise turn of events, I spoke up to my new companion, "Listen, we should leave right now before any cops get here. I'm going to drive since you wrecked up your car and probably in a position not being able to drive. The only place I know where to lay low around this area is my apartment up at Boulevard Del Perro." We later drove off away from the theater, drove past a couple blocks and arrived at my apartment.

Once we both got indoors, I looked outside to see if there were any cop cars nearby and fortunately, there were none. I later turned my attention to the lady who was with me in the apartment.

"So tell me, what happened that caused all of the mess that started back there? Also, what's your name?" I asked my new companion.

"Well, as you may have noticed, Los S-Santos has some bad traffic congestion. Sometime after l-leaving my a-apartment in Vespucci, I was stuck in t-traffic for 15-20 minutes. Noticing how I was r-running late to get to the flight school, I s-swerved my way out of traffic and m-moved as fast as I could. Before y-you came a-along, I was s-speeding alongside t-traffic till I ran a red light, rear bumped a Schafter, and hit the trunk of a Tailgator which fucked up the front of my car. I'm usually very g-good with driving, but I guess t-today wasn't so lucky. B-By the w-way, the n-name's Shizuka Kichida. You?" She told me in great detail. I've got to say, Shizuka can stammer and talk a lot.

"My name's Thomas Marston. Hired gun from Liberty City, born and raised in the Southwest." I said to Shizuka.

(A/N: I'm leaving Thomas's home state up for grabs since I don't know what state his family would be from. I don't think Rockstar gave the name of the state the Marstons lived at.)

"Nice to make your acquaintance. Oh, thanks for rescuing me from that disgusting cop. I-I can't imagine w-what he would h-have done if you didn't come along." Shizuka said to me in complete thankfulness.

I told her, "You're welcome" as I shook her hand in a gesture of friendliness.

Suddenly remembering the argument between Shizuka and the officer, I asked her, "Hold on, just not too long ago, you said that you had to get to the Flight School which is near the airport. Why were you in such a rush to get there?"

"I work for t-the Flight S-School as an I-Instructor. I help those who w- want to learn how to f-fly planes." Shizuka said to me.

"Wait a minute, we should get going right now! You said it yourself that you were running late. Let's head down to my garage." I said to Shizuka in complete worry. We both rush out of the apartment door towards my garage and we got in my car in a hurry. The drive was an hour long given the rush hour, but it was worth it. We finally arrived outside of the flight school and Shizuka was about to leave my car until she spoke: "Hey. I-I just want t-to thank you f-for driving me h-here and helping me get away from the police. I-I thought that guys like you didn't exist for a long time. However, I wish to thank you for what you've done for me"

"Thanks for the compliment though. By the way, what about your car? I'm pretty sure the cops have it in the impound lot in South Los Santos." I said to Shizuka in concern.

"Don't worry a-about t-that, I'll take c-care of t-that. I don't w-want you to w-worry much at all." Shizuka said to me, expressing calm and kindness in her voice.

I responded, "Alright, that's great. Listen, can I get your number as a contact? I could use someone like you to assist me with jobs." I said to Shizuka.

Shizuka said to me, "Hmm… W-Well, I'm not too sure a-a-about this, but alright. S-Since you did help me escape f-f-from the cops, I can give y-y-you my number."

We both traded numbers before I left the airport and waved goodbye to Shizuka. Afterwards, I arrived at the convenience store in Strawberry to get some Pibwasser and a pack of Redwood until I received a call from Gerald.

"Hey, fool. Listen drop whatever it is you're doing and meet me at my apartment. There's something that one of my homies informed me about."

"Alright, Gerald. I'll come by your place and get the details from you." I said to Gerald in a monotone and annoyed voice. If there's one thing that I hate is people interrupting me while I'm doing something. God, I swear sometimes luck isn't on my side.

I drove towards Gerald's apartment in Strawberry which didn't take too long since his apartment was a couple blocks down from the store that I came out of. I parked outside of Gerald's apartment block and walked my way there. I knocked a couple times until I heard the door unlock and facing me was Gerald, who was wearing his usual attire with his white pork pie hat, grey watch, a grey LS chain, brown tinted aviators and dark blue jeans. Gerald came out of his apartment's door and shook my hand which I did likewise.

Recalling Gerald's call, I asked Gerald, "Ok, Gerald. So what's the situation thus far?"

"So a contact of mine heard through the grapevine that some of the Ballas are planning to make a coke deal with some crew that calls themselves "The Professionals" or something. Anyway, the deal will go down in 30 minutes at Roger's Scrapyard, so gather anyone that you can and cap anyone you see. I'll break you a good amount of money for your service."

"Thanks, Gerald, I'd better get on my way right now."

I departed from Gerald's apartment and went on my way to the AmmuNation store on Power Drive to get some weaponry for the mission so I brought four Carbine Rifles, Combat Pistols, Body Armor and a good amount of ammunition. It costed about no less than $15,450 dollars, but due to the pay I've gotten from the last few missions, it's not all that bad. Only got $94,780 dollars in the bank.

Knowing that I would need some backup, I called up Mikaela and Samuel for the mission and told them I'd give them the details at a later point. I thought of Shizuka since I wanted to give her a chance and see what she's capable of. I called her as well and informed about the meet-up that was going to take place and asked if she'd like to come. Shizuka agreed and she mentioned that she'll meet up with us. One thing I also did was tell the rest to meet me at Tequi-La-La at West Vinewood.

6:00 PM, Tequi-La-La, Eclipse Boulevard, West Vinewood

So to give y'all the details, I've been chilling at Tequi-La-La for about 10 minutes since I was waiting for the others to arrive. The interior of the place isn't bad, fits the look of an underground music venue. Most of the place has a dark interior, but has some lighting to make up for it. The venue has three floors: First floor has the main stage, a bar and a dance floor, Second floor has a VIP lounge and a DJ area and the basement is simply a game room for people to relax in.

As for yours truly, I was at the main floor drinking a bottle of Logger Beer with no less than six people around the bar until Shizuka, Samuel and Mikaela entered the was wearing a Harsh Souls t-shirt with a black hoodie and brown cargo pants; Mikaela was wearing a shoulder-exposed, purple T-shirt with black leggings and a silver watch, while Shizuka was still wearing the outfit I first saw her in. I approached and greeted all of them with hugs and some handshakes. I started to speak to them about the events that were to unfold.

"Before I reveal the reason why I called you guys down here, I'd like to introduce you guys to our new friend Shizuka Kichida, she teaches at the San Andreas Flight School and is well versed in flying and shooting."

"Hey there! My name is Samuel Ross, former Teen's Top 10 snowboarder of Alaska turned Hired Gun. Nice to finally meet someone who's not affiliated with the Triads for once. To be honest, I thought you were Korean since most Asian people have the same features."

"Uh f-f-first off. Not every Asian has the s-same f-features, mind you. D-don't you know that I-Indians and F-f-filipinos are also considered A-Asians as well?!" Shizuka stated to Sam.

"Well, I'm sorry if I didn't know any better! I know India's in Asia, but I never thought of them as Asian, given their dark brown complexion or whatever. And what's with your stuttering? Did you have issues in practicing English when you got here or something?" Sam said to Shizuka.

Shizuka, who was fuming mad and pissed off at that moment, proceeded to bitch slap and kick Sam in the balls for his "English" comment which caught the attention of some of the patrons at the nightclub (who were laughing at that moment) and was about to say something to Sam until Mikaela broke it up. She then told Sam to apologize which he did, but was reluctant at first and went to greet Shizuka. Did I forget to mention that Sam can be an asshole sometimes, if not most of the time?

"Hey Shizuka! I'm Mikaela. Mikaela Walsh, but you can call me Kayla. I'm from Vice City, Florida. So you from here or from Asia?" asked Mikaela to Shizuka with a smile and a tone of kindness in her voice.

"Well, I'm from J-J-Japan, but I've resided in Los Santos s-s-since 2005. I came here to meet an online girlfriend of mine when I first got here… I'd l-like not to t-t-talk about what h-happened since then."

"Alright, Shizuka. Maybe some other time then." Said Mikaela to Shizuka, who was blushing across her face. Alright, how is she getting along with her so quickly?! She was never like this first time I met her! Sometimes, I wonder why we men can't understand what women are thinking or how they get along so quick as if they met in the first grade.

After the conversations were all said and done, I decided to discuss about the deal at Roger's Scrapyard.

"Alright, my guy Gerald wants some uncut Coke from a deal that is happening in La Puerta. The deal is currently going down at Roger's Scrapyard between a group known as The Professionals and the Ballas. Now, the Ballas I've dealt with before on behalf of my boss, Simeon. But the Professionals, from their title sound pretty serious to me, so be alert for heavy responses from both sides." I told them in detail.

"What about weapons?" Kayla asked.

"I have that taken care of. All of them are at the back of my car. I always come through with the shits." I said to Kayla in assurance.

"Okay, guys! Let's go and take down some motherfuckers!" Sam said to us all in a gusto attitude.

From there, we left Tequi-La-La and went down to the Scrapyard to take down both Ballas and the Professionals.

6:22 PM: Roger's Scrapyard, Intersection bet. Alta and South Arsenal, La Puerta

We parked in front of the scrapyard which was surrounded by tall brick walls, but had a small wall and a small sized pillar on each side of the entrance, between the wall and the pillar on both sides was a metal fence to exit and enter. Inside was a large collection of different items rusted vehicles, including a rusted Soviet-era war tank that was next to a commuter bus. From the looks of it, both the Ballas and the Professionals were across at the opposite side still conversating about the deal. From a distance, there were SUVs and Sedans parked nearby with wooden boxes possibly containing contraband.

Once I finished scouting, I went away from hiding behind the right wall and went nearby my car to tell them what I saw from my viewpoint.

"Alright, from the looks of it, they have close to twenty four people and are well armed. They're somewhat protected by their cars and other rusting vehicles nearby. The Professionals have two guards behind the entrance. We move in on my count." I said to Sam, Mikaela and Shizuka.

The rest of them nodded. Shizuka and Mikaela went on the left, while Sam and I went on the right. I took a deep breath before counting.

"3, 2, 1… Move out!" I commanded to them.

Shizuka and I shot at the two Professionals who were Asian and White and wore black suits. They fell dead to the ground like your average bully pushing down on a freshman kid, but their blood-filled screams had already alerted everyone else's attention. At that moment, bullets started flying everywhere. I quickly ran up to a crate beside the Soviet war tank for cover. From the view that I possessed, there were two Pros either trying to blind fire or directly shoot at me with them taking cover inside a rusted bus.

"Fuck me!" I said to myself in anger. I came out of cover and fired my Carbine Rifle at the two Professionals in tan suits who had at fired at me before. I managed to kill off both of them leaving rounds in their abdomens and heads, but caught seven rounds to my abdomen. I swear it feels like a bunch of mini-footballs being thrown at your chest if you're not too careful.

Thank God I bought the armor else we'd all be in danger. Catching bullets while wearing body armor doesn't mean you're in the clear. Depending on the bullet itself, you might be in for trouble if you're facing armor piercing rounds. Better off receiving blunt force trauma than getting killed by penetrated armor rounds.

Sam went inside of the commuter bus next to me and killed three Ballas with a pump shotgun, but caught a few wounds to his arms since they were out in the open. Mikaela and Shizuka hid behind a crate to my far right and blind fired at four Ballas. The rest of them just fired at Mikaela and Shizuka as if they were amateurs trying to become soldiers, but fell victim to both of their fire since they weren't wearing bulletproof armor.

"If you're here for the coke, you dicks can eat lead for all I fucking care! The rest of you will die at our hands." Said one of the Professionals.

"Shut up, you amateur hitmen! Working with low-life three bit gangstas for some damn coke?! To hell with you Professionals!" Said Sam in an angry and pissed-off tone. I've got to admit, this guy has some balls when it comes to insults.

After Sam's insults at our enemies ended, I reloaded my rifle and fired at three Ballas who were out in the open and were shooting at Shizuka and Mikaela's location. Fortunately, I managed to kill off the rest of them while standing in the open, but caught several rounds to both my left arm and my chest, which hurt like a bunch of spiders biting on a wound. As soon as I got to cover, I touched my armor and realized to my shock that the rounds had already pierced through my armor.

"Shit! These ARE armor-piercing rounds. We'll be fucked if we don't move fast." I thought to myself.

As I looked at my wounds, I took a quick glance and noticed that Mikaela and Shizuka got out their combat pistols and shot at three professionals (all white in grey suits) who were in front of a garage. Both of them managed to take them out as the rest fell victim to both their rounds, but caught rounds real damn quick due to slow reaction time.

All of us quickly ran out of our positions and moved up to find some cover since the remainder of our enemies were hiding behind a small set of crates nearby the three SUVs to protect the coke.

"Look, just give it up already! We've killed a majority of your friends here. Give us the coke and maybe we'll spare your lives." I said to the rest of the Professionals and Ballas.

"Fuck you if you think we're going to pussy out and surrender like that!" said a black Professional with an angry tone in his voice.

Deciding to end this nonsense, I popped out of my hiding place, which was a crate in front of the rusted bus and fired at a purple SUV where two Professionals (with bald hair and dark suits) were hiding. As I fired, one of them brought out a pump shotgun and aimed it at me. By that time, I realized that I had just screwed myself. I managed to kill the guy with quick succession by firing a couple rounds at him (making him yell as he died), but the shots that he fired from the gun before he got murked had hit me like someone had just pummeled me to the ground. I quickly went back to cover, coughing up an average amount of blood as a result of the hit that I took.

Sam popped out of his position, hiding behind a shot-up black Sedan and managed to kill the last two Ballas members, but took some rounds from a Professional, who hid behind the SUV I was aiming at. Mikaela performed some random blind fire shooting at the remaining Professionals, but was lucky enough to kill two Professionals. Shizuka and Sam got out their shotguns and fired at the remaining Professionals who had come out from their positions to kill the rest of us. Sam managed to collect the coke product which was found on the ground, underneath a rusted Calvacade.

I came out of my hiding place, still badly wounded from all the rounds that I took.

"Holy shit, *coughs out blood* those goddamn Professionals sure know how to aim a damn gun. Crap, I need some medical attention." I said to Sam, Mikaela and Shizuka.

"The feeling's much shared, my bro. I think we all need medical attention, but first we got to deliver this to Gerald." Sam said to me with some bloody wounds embedded in his chest and arms.

"L-L-let's not waste a-a-any more time h-h-here, this place is an f-f-fuckin' mess of a bloody m-murder scene r-r-right now. Come on, let's g-g-go to your b-boss." Shizuka said with a weary, tired voice.

We later departed from the scrapyard and went to Gerald's apartment.

(Less than 10 Minutes Later)

After a short but exhausting drive, we finally arrived at Gerald's apartment in Strawberry. As we approached Gerald's front door, he was already waiting for us. As far as I could notice, he was still wearing the same outfit from earlier.

"Shit, what took y'all so long? Goddamn, y'all looked fucked up though!" Gerald said to us, noticing the wounds we got courtesy of the Ballas and the Professionals.

"Listen, Gerald. We just busted our fucking balls and shed blood in a firefight, trying to get the damned coke from the Ballas and Professionals! Ballas are one thing, but the Professionals don't play around with their business. They fight like they've seen combat in the Middle East, and I've seen some fucked up things there!" I said to Gerald in a tired manner. Damn, those wounds got me fucked up.

"Well, that's what happens in this game. Its dog eat dog, kill or be killed. Anyway, I'll send some money up y'alls way since yo asses took some beatings from those fools. Don't mention this to anyone, you hear me?!" Gerald told the rest of us.

Already tired from the firefight, we left Gerald's apartment feeling accomplished, but a bit broken down and wounded.

"Screw this, I'm going to the hospital to get treated for this shit. I don't feel like driving right now, so Sam, you're taking me there." I said to Sam.

"Alright, Mikaela and Shizuka. Follow us if you don't want to die of your wounds." Sam said to the both of them in a blunt tone.

I walked up to the passenger's side of my door, ready to leave the apartment complex. But as I was about to enter the car, I fell into a state of unconsciousness, landing on the ground as I heard the rest of them call out my name in concern and worry.

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait (apologizing as usual), but I got admitted a College not too long ago. That's why I've been gone for over a month. I hope this chapter has impressed the rest of you, if not then I'll try my best to improve. I like taking a long period of time to work on my chapters since it gives me more time to access what I've typed and to look back at any mistakes or if there's still room for improvement. The character, Shizuka Kichida came from one of my reviewers named SpartanShoes28 (you're awesome, by the way!) and I know there will be complaints from some of you due to her stuttering in her speech. SpartanShoes already explained to me why she has it (will be revealed in a later chapter). Part of the next chapter will flashback to Thomas's past with Merryweather Security and explain what happened to him before the events of the story, the rest will be explained in the future.

The Professionals are a enemy group the GTA Online Protagonist faces multiple times in GTA Online, so I wanted to give them a more "gung-ho and we're serious" presence in the firefight. If you want more info on them, go to the GTA wiki. That's where I got a lot of references. Now onto some pressing matters.

1. To the reviewer who keeps asking to use that "Carly De Santa" OC, I pray you find peace in your life with whatever you're dealing with, because I'm done having to put up with your bitching about how I won't add your generic OC, Carly De Santa to my story. I've already made and proven my point. I have gone to NativeGuns's story, "Concrete Jungle", read some of the reviews you left on his story and I can say that I am disappointed with your behavior. I also read the now, already deleted, useless reviews that you left on my story making mockery of me and NativeGuns about fault with your generic OC (which we both agree on), along with how you point out your temper tantrums (acting like a child) despite being a grown teen. Obviously, you need help. Go ahead and make your empty, hollow threats towards me, I'll still be here making my chapters, providing the best of what I can offer to my readers. God bless the rest of you guys who've supported this far.

2. For a couple of months, I might not be as active as I was before due to school issues. I will try my hardest to bring out some chapters later on in the coming weeks or months. If you want to keep up to date with my story, I'd advise looking at my profile with what's been going on. I don't want to keep any one of you in the dark. To NativeGuns's review of Chapter 7, yes, Thomas bought a low class apartment at Del Perro.

3. If you're concerned with the numbering of the story, I deleted the OC chapter since I felt it was no longer needed anymore now that I have my full list of OC's.

4. As for anonymous reviews, I will still accept them, but I'd advise being careful with what you type. The reviewer I mentioned before is an example of a ranting reviewer who can't seem to accept facts and take them as final say. To the guys who made the "Carla O'Dell" and "Andrew Ross" OCs, both will be used in future chapters, so be prepared to see them in future chapters. By the way, this story will be going to a 3rd-Person POV story as I believe GTA has been seen in multiple perspectives from various characters. So this may or may not be the final chapter in 1st Person. PM or review me if you want this in either one.

5. The Heists update is very impressive. There's a lot of setup missions to do for every Heist mission and teamwork is very important, same with communication. There's a lot of benenfits for playing the update if you're a huge GTA fan.

Update as of 04/03/15: I have something to ask of the reviewers. Please leave a review whether if I should do "Flood in the LS River" (which features The Lost for a second time) or Meth'd Up (which leads to Thomas meeting Trevor due to stealing a Meth Lab van from his shop).