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Monday, February 16, 2004
The Lethal Identity Chapter 1- Continued
Ok, continuing the story because I'm really bored.
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“Where, where am I?” I groggily asked.
“Your in the critical care unit of the hospital.” The doctor said.
“How long have I been here?”
“About a week.”
“A WEEK!” I screamed.
“Don’t overwhelm yourself. You have to enjoy this time while it lasts.” The doctor calmly said.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Well, I thought you would know but…”
“BUT WHAT?”
“Your going to jail in one week. You need another week to recover.” He said stepping back.
“How long? How long am I going to be in jail?” I asked scornfully.
“Oh, a month for every car you’ve stolen.”
“Let’s see…I’ve stolen 24 cars…TWO YEARS!”
“Well, you are lucky. If you had stolen that last car, you would be in there for life.”
So the Mob thinks they can get rid of me that easily, huh? Well, they thought wrong. Two years of waiting is nothing compared to the joy of killing them.
I was ordered to stay in a locked room at the hospital. But the next week went by so fast that I didn’t care. That Saturday, two cops came to take me to jail. They were obviously the cops that had first arrived on the crime scene, because they knew me pretty well.
“Ok Vercetti. Let’s go.” The slimmer, muscular one said.
Hennessey was the name on his shirt. While Hennessey held me Fat Joe snapped cuffs on me. Fat Joe was Macay’s nickname that everyone called him. I was going to Iron Point Penitentiary. Almost all of the rival gang members I’ve set up have gone to Iron Point. It was going to be a long two years. I better win every single one of my fights to keep my reputation up, I thought.
The penitentiary was huge. It had about everything you could find in a school, gym, workshop, offices, cafeteria, detention hall, classrooms, and of course, bathrooms. I guess I should hang around in the gym. It would be better for my image, I thought.
“Ok, get out Vercetti.” Fat Joe said opening the door.
“Hey, if you want me to obey you a little better maybe you should lose some weight. I feel like I could just start jogging and you wouldn’t be able to hold onto me.” I accidentally let slip out.
“Grrrr…. Just for that I’m going to make sure you’re in a cell you don’t like ” Fat Joe forcefully said.
They led me through six barred doors before we got to my cellblock. I was staying in cellblock C, cell 26.
“Well, well, well. You’re the very last person I expected to see in prison.” Sneered a familiar voice.
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I might post some more later, if I feel like it and if people comment that they want to see more.
Edit: Once I finish typing up Chapter 1, I'll post everything again, ok? |
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