Writing Grand Theft Auto: The story of a nameless man

[Turkey]

This is part one of a 2 part story, portraying "Fido's" life from the day he was born until he was betrayed by Catalina.



A monster.
A murderer.
Inhuman freak.

I have been called those names before, and I won?t deny that I deserve them. Things could have been different. I could?ve become a lawyer, or a doctor, or maybe even an artist. It was not my fault that I ended up like this, really! Still don?t belive me? Okay then, let me tell you all from the start...

My life had hardships from the start. My mother, who?s the only person to ever love me, gave birth to me when she was being mugged. My father, who wanted to be the first to see me, was dissapointed, to say the least. So dissapointed, in fact, that he would never register me as a citizen, and he would never give me a real name. That sucked.

As a baby, I was hit a lot; but my dad used to say that I mis-behaved, so I deserved it. Wasn?t he great? My first words wheren?t dada and mama, but ******* and ********. I never used a bottle as a baby, since my father could use them for his beer. He said the milk gave it flavor.

For the next few years, I grew up in a decent apartment. Life was okay, except for the occasional police raid, or the misterious holes that appeared in the walls and windows. Also, I kinda remember once seeing a misterious red light pointed at my dad. Too bad my he noticed it in time.

I remember seeing death for the first time when I was 10 years old and I killed a classmate with a toothpick. He started it, thought. It was my ball, not his. After that day, I was never allowed to school. My dad decided to teach me the family business.

During the next few years, my old man teached me useful skills, as Super Hot Wiring? a car, and how to kill a person with one hit from a bat, and how to summon a whole array of weaponry just by doing some strange movements.. When I was 18, he introduced me to Miguel, who teached me how work was in the Columbian Cartel. Miguel was a good guy, and we would be friends until the day he backstabbed me. However, that?s another story.

One day, Dad came home full of SPANK, and he planned on testing his new sledgehammer with mom. Happy to finally get the chance, I knocked him out, and fed him an ?El Burro? firecracker. My mother was heartbroken, and she jumped out the window. I was sad for about....10 minutes.

A neighbor who didn?t mind his own business called the police, so I took my little brother (named Darkel), all the money my pockets would carry, and dad?s weapons; and left the place in the family Esperanto. I drove for days, until I reached a city named San Andreas. Once I got a hotel room, I contacted the Cartel, and they asked me to turn this town into a huge SPANK factory.

I was just happy to help...

TO BE CONTINUED

[Spikey]

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