Writing Liberty City: Give me Liberty...

[Chaos]

[u]Prologue: The Visit[/u]



[size=1][b]The rain hammered down on the Kumura?s roof. I awoke to the sheering light of headlamps in my eyes from the over-turned Mafia Sentinel. The driver?s face was plastered on the windshield, blood running out everywhere. He was dead. The more I tried to focus on what had happened, the more I ached. I remember being chased through St. Mark?s, I remembered avoiding hoards of pedestrians as we bounded to the Chinatown waterfront, and I remembered firing at the Sentinel with my Uzi, not watching the road. When I did turn back to my driving, I saw the streetlamp too late.

I flipped twice, landing hard on my wheels. The Sentinel, trying to stop on the slick, wet roads, but it was hopeless. The Mafia gang car slammed head-on into the driver?s side of my Kumara. The last thing I did remember was the loud crack/crunch combination as pain shot up my spine and through my left leg.

After that, everything went black. But now, I was awake. It was just a few minutes later, according to the clock, from the crash. I heard sirens in the distance. Ambulances. Not cops. But still? I took the sense to protect my story that I was already perfecting. I tossed my Uzi and Nine millimeter pistol out the window, and into the harbor below. Little did I know that the weapons hit the top of the subway tunnel that panned from Portland to Staunton. But anyway?

When the medics arrived, I had passed out from the pain again, but soon awoke to see that I was strapped down tight in the back of the ambulance bus. But it didn?t seem like it was really happening to me. It seemed like I was watching a very hazy movie. Like it was all some slideshow back in school that I had managed to remain awake for. But I knew what that feeling really was. It was that feeling when you were on the boarder of life and death. There wasn?t any pain. I just felt the calm inevitability. I just felt serenity. I just felt the peace. I just felt tired. I then laid my head down, and slept?

After a day or so, I regained consciousness. I was at Sweeny General Hospital, in the critical injury ward. As soon as I noted that, I started getting up. Bad idea. As I soon found out, my leg was broke in five different places, I had whiplash, and a bruised backbone. Screaming in both rage and pain the whole time, I still managed to limp outside towards the stairs. Several nurses tried to block my way, but I pushed them aside. I had to get out of there.

That alone was a big mistake. Orderlies don?t like it when you don?t listen to the nurses. Three of the hulking bastards tackled me in a mere second. Pain shot throughout every fiber of my being, ten fold anything I had ever felt before. As I let out a scream loud enough to be heard in Shoreside Vale, I passed out just ask quickly as I had woken up.

When I reawakened, a doctor and a nurse were looking at both me and statisticals of my heart rate, chemical balances/imbalances and such. The doctor, a graying, tall, and skinny Caucasian man around sixty, stood up, looking over a chart of my weight, height, etc., etc., when suddenly he put it back into those holders on the ends of the beds. Outside, thunder gently crashed in the night skies, as the soft lull of the rain drumming slightly against the windows and walls.

The doctor started lecturing, about how I was lucky to be alive, about how I was foolish for trying to leave my bed, let alone move my lower torso at all, and how I was lucky I was so stubborn, because, so he said, it was by will power that I pulled through that wreck. I had severe spinal cord injury, lost large quantities of blood, and the whiplash I had received had somewhere around the same force of that required to crush cars.

Eventually, he just stopped talking, just looking at me as if I was one of his children who were trying to steal a cookie from the jar before dinner. I wanted to smear that look of his across the floor. And I was about to get up, when a hand was placed on my shoulder, holding me down. The hand, as I soon learned as I turned my neck around, despite the extreme pain that coursed through my entire form, belonged to one of my orderly friends from the early morning before.

Then, I felt as if a bee had stung me on my arm. The nurse had injected me with something. A sedative, no doubt. My suspicions were confirmed when I literally fell to sleep. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow again.

The next day, the next month, two minutes later, I had no clue, when I woke up, I was greeted by a long, harshly bright green cast on my broken leg and a stiff, uncomfortable back brace. I?d have to remember to make the good doctor feel the same pain I felt when I got out of here. But for now, I?d relax, and enjoy the fact that that mafia bastard had died in the car wreck, but I had survived.

For the next few days, my cute, little nurse, Kelly, made little flirty eyes at me when she helped me bathe, stretch out now and then, and generally gave me company. She would even sometimes come in out of the goodness of her heart to see how I was doing before she began/left to go home from her shift every day. Not that I was complaining. She was cute, she was funny, and she was a reasonably good-natured person. Which is why I?m kicking myself right now. I shouldn?t?ve gotten her involved in all my crap. I should?ve just kept to my usual heartless self?

But that was in the past. And you can?t change the past. But I think I?d give anything just to see her beautiful, smiling face again.

The days crept by slowly, eventually turning into weeks. Weeks sluggishly turned to months, and I began my physical training to rehabilitate my ability to actually move my toes. I knew this little world of mine was ****ed when I celebrated and was the center of attention when I could move my toes.

Eventually, after three weeks, the only reason I was still at the hospital was because of my back injury. Besides that, I was generally free to come and go as I pleased. Which meant Kelly wouldn?t be around much, but that didn?t bother me. I mean, sure, I liked her and her happy-go-lucky, not-a-care-in-the-world attitude, and her personality could brighten even my day, but her not seeing me affected her. A young twenty-two year old Graduate School brunette didn?t have that many people to turn to in this damn city. Most of her friends had been killed on the streets, or in gang wars, or had moved out of this God-forsaken city. But I suppose that was why I was there. Yup, twenty-four year old gang errand boy with a major attitude and killer. That was me.

Our personality traits and outlook on life were polar opposites. I suppose that?s why we formed such a tight relationship so quickly.

But anyway?

After another month or so, I was back on my feet, and I was back to one hundred percent. During that time, I had learned everything about all of my mental issues and physical wonders. Extremely strong and muscular framing and some very bad outlooks on life. Like I didn?t know [I]that[/I] already. Jeez. Any moron with eyes, ears, and half of a brain coulda? figured that one out.

But as if by some strange coincidence (or maybe by her planning), I bumped square into Kelly as my release forms were signed. Leave it to fate to jack my restart on life up. Oi.

As things go, going as they go, I ended up at Kelly?s apartment over by Callahan Point, a small condo in a new half-completed development area. I knew that I should?ve just kept on walking out of that hospital, but I just couldn?t help myself. By the end of the day, I was apparently Kelly?s new boy-toy, following her everywhere, buying her clothes. Yeesh. First day back into life and I had already taxed my credit cards on movies, some new dresses, and a very chic dinner to go to in those new dresses (Her, not me, mind you.).

And if you think that?s the end of my character-manipulating by this beautiful yet devilish woman, wait until you hear my next chapter in this ****ed up piece of crap called ?life??[/b][/size]




OOC: Yeap, I'm makin a new fanfic...^-^;;;

[RicoTranzrig]

That was cool ;) I like the introduction...and the beautiful, but somewhat testing Kelly...hmm. I could see her as comic relief and a fatalist in the story.

[Sensei-San]

I kind of like this, but it seems like it's already been done, like it's just basically based on the game.

It would've been great if you had made up the vehicles in your head, rather than just using existing types.

I also felt that you used "But Anyway...." too much, you should take it easy, lol.

Great job though, keep it up. :)

[Flash]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sensei-San [/i]
[B]I kind of like this, but it seems like it's already been done, like it's just basically based on the game.
[/B][/QUOTE]

It [i]is[/i] based on the game... *points to name of topic*

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Sensei-San [/i]
[B]It would've been great if you had made up the vehicles in your head, rather than just using existing types.
[/B][/QUOTE]

Come on. The unique vehicles in Grand Theft Auto are really what make the game. Wouldn't be a GTA3 fanfic without them really, would it?

[Sensei-San]

I guess I kind of over did it then, lol. Heck, I don't even know what a "Fanfic" is, in fact, I don't even know what OOC is!

[Flash]

I had a bit of trouble there too, hehe. OOC means Out of Character, whereas IC means In character. :)

[Chaos]

Chapter 1: The man that needs no introductions...

[size=1][b]I could remember even now how bad off that city was, regardless of the fact that it was [i]improving[/i]. The Leone family Mafia was now, once again, at a full-blown war with the Triads, with me still a marked man on both sides. Who'd have guessed the Triads would still be around in Liberty City after that incident with their fish factory? Guess it was the money plates Uncle Tommy used to have...

It was around two weeks after I was released from Sweeny when the bullets came my way once more. Apparently, the gangs found out where I was once again. First it was the Triads just firing off nines in my direction, trying to run me down with cars, etc. Needless to say, the police now had even more use for that little white tape of theirs.

But increasingly, I found it more and more difficult to put up with Liberty City. With the Leones trying to get the jump on me, the Forellies constantly trying to enlist me in their ranks, and Uncle Tommy trying to get me down South, things were certainly going to Hell.

Moreover, Kelly was becoming a burden on my wallet [not that I didn't have enough money], but she was also a bit insecure. Each time I raised my voice on the phone with someone, she'd start crying. So it happened, her dad used to beat her and yell at her a lot. But by the end of the month [unbeknownst to Kelly], her father now had himself a new Columbian necktie....

By the time Kelly found out her father was dead, though, she was more than uncaring. The insurance policy was plenty to care about. Six million dollars was enough to care about any trouble in the world.

In the following week, I found myself in a ritzy estate over in 'Vale, with my new fiancee. Yeah, go figure.

The house we moved into and completely renovated turned out to be the former Cartel mansion. To this day I regret having moved into that place, for just the moral horror of it all. But that's a different story for a different time.

But since we had moved into the mansion, the Yakuza now decided to watch our every move. I had heard that Asuka was still around, and had completely taken over her late brother's position. How wonderful...three of the most powerful gangs in the entire northern hemisphere were breathing down my neck.

This would indeed prove to be a pain in the ***...[/b][/size]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=royalblue]Cool......she's gonna cause his death. I can see it now...*fade to white*

No really. It's good. Kelly's tight, but she's too much trouble. And I quote: "Fool's aren't born, pretty girls make them in their spare time."[/COLOR]