《The GTA VRMMO》Chapter 1
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Come fanboys! Chant with me!
YAN-DER-E! YAN- DER-E! YAN- DER-E!
(I love yandere's too, and I think there are far too few of them...)
Alright, now that that is out of the way, on to the chapter!!
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He opened his eyes to an earthquake, one which shook the room and caused his cot to scoot along the floor a few inches. Outside his cell in the police station there was movement, a lot of officers were rushing to the end of the hall and out the door. Outside lots of sirens could be heard, as they blared on during the night. He winced as his new bruises reminded him of their presence. He had gotten them from the police and the other inmates. At first the police had half encouraged it, and watched on as the other inmates punched him around the communal cell. But the amount of bruises soon become numerous enough that the police had finally separated him from the other inmates. Apparently in prison those who are child rapists and pedophiles have the entire prison against them, from wardens to prisoners alike.
Vargo : "Must be a nightmare at the epicenter... then again, I'm not much better off..."
He muttered something in passing before he closed his eyes again and tried to drift off to sleep, his bruises constantly reminding him of where he was and how he had been treated. A moment later, just after the shaking stopped, he noticed a bright flash outside, which had entered his cell through the small barred window in a corner of the cell wall. The flash had blinded him through his closed eyes, It had painted the entire inside of his cell with white light, then came a sensation of falling endlessly.
He opened his eyes to a vast expanse of space, and watched as he soared through the impossibly large void towards a small planet. He was in a dazed state due to the sudden turn of events and figured he was just hallucinating, driven crazy by the proceedings of the day.
Vargo : *Did I commit suicide? Am I tripping? Hallucinating from the stress? Has my mind finally snapped as I spiral down into the abyss of despair and self loathing? Is that planet... death? Is that what it signifies?*
He watched the ever nearing planet for what seemed like hours as he fell...
After a while his mind wandered.
Vargo : *Why did this happen to me? Why did my friend have to betray me, no... is he even worthy of being called a friend? Why did that fucking demon betray me and ruin my life? I have never done anything to him except help him... Is it because I am human? Is it because I was naive? Was I so easily taken advantage of that not only him but my wife turned on me as well?
Who else was in on it? I know my wife was, but who else?
The board? The stockholders? The military? Why would they seek to do this? Why have so many unrelated people. which I have never harmed before, suddenly decided to ruin my life? I don't understand... Why not someone else? Why me?? It must be because I am incompetent.. soft... worthless... I guess I never let them understand what I am capable of...
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His tears flew off his face as he continued to fall. His thoughts slowly grew darker...
Vargo : *If I ever have the opportunity... I would show them... Show them that I am not worthless, that I am not incompetent... I am not soft... I am harder than steel, harder than titanium.. harder then diamond... I would show them that they should not have messed with me... I never hurt them... oh, but I will now...
If I ever have the chance to get out of this eternal falling, and out of these cell walls that hold me in, I will hunt down every single person involved in this... They have started a fight they should never have started. The world is against me, no no no... It is I who is against the world.
I am the one in the right... They will deserve everything that is coming to them....
First, my wife, my sweet, caring, lovely, untrustworthy, unfaithful, treacherous, thieving, slutty, whore of a wife... If she wants to be a slut, a whore, a HARLOT... I will let her.
I will train her, make her a slut unlike anyone has ever seen. I will make her beg to be my wife again, to make her torment stop, to give her my cock. Of course, she will have it only when I have thoroughly broken her mind. Upon that I will sell her off... She lost her chance to live a normal life when she slept with my "friend"... Oh yes, lets not forget about him... what ever shall I do to him?
Shall I kill him? No, that leaves no satisfaction and can only be done once...
Shall I lock him in some deep dark wet cell? No... then I will be unable to see his torment, that would only lead to him rotting and stinking up that area. What ever should I do to him???*
His thoughts were interrupted by his hitting of the Atmosphere, and a slight burning sensation on his skin.
Although falling through an atmosphere should hurt, as your entire body disintegrates and fades into nothing except carbon, it did not hurt him. No, in fact, it felt more... tender...
Like a lovers embrace welcoming him to a new place. A warm place, a place that was separated from the cold damp prison cell which he knew he was in. He was comfortable in that embrace, it calmed him, brought him back from the brink of insanity. He stared at the ever nearing ground. He closed his eyes, awaiting the inevitable end of the feeling as his thoughts turned to where they should have been.
Vargo : *Sigh* But that will never be, I disagree with you Roosevelt, you had it backwards...
Men are in fact prisoners of fate, but not prisoners of their own minds."
(Its a Roosevelt quote, the correct one is "Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds." I just set it backwards... it seemed fitting...)
My mind would no longer stop me, yet fate has deemed it impossible for me to have my revenge, for I am just a man, powerless and alone... I remain trapped behind bars of iron and steel, encased in a brick and concrete prison, while my enemies are many, fortified and encompassed in massive citadels which touch the skies, surrounded by bodyguards, each one making fortunes off of my misfortune. No, calling it misfortune is being respectful to the slimy no good cockroaches who set up this farce.
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He let his mind slip away from him, feeling the end of the "private thinking time" ,also known as a hallucination, was nearing. He let out a massive sigh as he realized how powerless he was, both to stop the comforting feeling, the warmth which felt like a lover, that was slowly draining, like the lovers grasp was slowly slipping away as he fell to the end, and from his own inability to leave his cell.
As he was fading out he thought he heard some whispered words in the wind, promises of love and care, stuff that his mind had brought to the forefront in an attempt to heal itself. The voice was familiar, not his wife's, but someone close to him. In his dazed and half conscious state he couldn't tell exactly who it was, but to him it didn't matter, as all those words were empty....
Nobody could save him from his current predicament.
*BBBBZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ*
He woke up, back to reality, to a loud screech and buzz as the armored one way door at the end of the hall was opened. He did not know how long he had been asleep, but it could not have been long, as it was still dark outside. He let out a sigh due to the reality of his own situation, once more discarding thoughts of revenge due to its impossibility.
He could hear several pairs of footsteps, some which sounded like officers and a few others which were staccato enough to be high-heels. He stared at the ceiling, wondering who was lucky enough to get a visit from a woman in here, or why a female cop would wear that type of high-heel, you know, the type that had a railroad spike under the heel that was somewhere around three inches long? It didn't seem practical to wear those in a police station...
As the footsteps neared his cell, he decided to look out the side to see what was going on, after all, he had nothing better to do.
He could hear the voice of a police captain trying to appease the group who had just entered.
Captain : "You grace us with your presence, but may I ask what the purpose of this visit is for? For people like yourselves to come to this lowly station, something major must have happened for your esteemed presence to show here! Please tell me how I may aid you"
Vargo : *Perhaps this is about the earthquake? Why else would important people come here?? Better yet, why do I care? Humanity has nothing for me except betrayal.. Even that police captain roughed me up a bit more than the others... Personally, I hope he gets in trouble with the higher ups and gets fired...*
The footsteps stopped just outside of his cell, prompted by his curiosity to take a look, he rolled over onto his side, flinching due to the bruises. Standing there were seven people. Two women and five men. The two women were in the front, closest to the cell. They were wearing black clothing which looked expensive, and looking at their figures they were extremely hot. The one on the right from Vargo's point of view was a brunet, and appeared to be of Hispanic descent, while the one on the left had black hair and appeared to be of Asian descent.
As for the bulky men in the back, three of them seemed to be of Asian descent, while the other two appeared to be Hispanic.
Vargo : "Well fuck... This is impossible... am I still hallucinating?"
The Police chief was appalled by his language in-front of these esteemed guests and had no idea why these VIP's had stopped in-front of this inmate's cell.
Chief : "Hey! QUIET YOU! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO YOU ARE TALKING TO!!"
Vargo : "No, actually I believe I do... The Japanese one is Tsuki, the Aztec one is Xiuhcoatl, I call her Zu, the men in the back, from right to left, That one is Adrian, Galtero and Montez, the two Japanese guys, the right one is Seiichi the left one is Seiji..."
The police captain watched as the group of people whom Vargo had just named knelt down in front of the cell.
Tsuki : "We are very sorry Master Vargo, we should have been here sooner. We came the moment we heard about your location."
The police chief was baffled by the actions of this group, and was trying to rationalize what exactly was happening. He kept glancing back and forth between Vargo and the kneeling group.
Vargo : "Well, that wasn't exactly what I meant Tsuki, but for now, please, rise, all of you..."
Vargo spoke to them as if it was a natural thing to say "rise".
Vargo looked at the two women who greeted him, as his cell door was opened, and wondered how this situation had come about...
Vargo : *Well first thing is first, lets see if I actually am here, or if I am just hallucinating again...
*Status*
NameVargo WilliamsGang NameArchitects of DestructionLevel100Gang Level15011Personal RankMaster of CrimeGang RankWorldwide Crime NetStarting FactionYakuzaGang Start PointEast AisaNet Worth71 Billion DollarsGang Net Worth23 Trillion DollarsAVG LOYALTYHit PointsMAX----Member Number----ShootingMAXGang Member271,81578StaminaMAXOuter Circle19,63291DrivingMAXInner Circle1,312100StrengthMAXCore81100CharismaMAXInner Core11100GuileMAXUnderboss2100StealthMAXHead ArchitectVargo WilliamsN/A
Vargo : *Yep, It appears that I am in game...*
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