The Spring Fanfiction Project Returns!

"Alone in the City" Tenpenny snapped to attention. Whipping out his Glock, he looked around warily. He quickly recognized the interior of the Police Station, but something was definitely wrong. "PULASKI!" the seasoned veteran called out, only to hear echoes answer back to him. He spun around a few times, checking his flanks. He felt his nerves going. Tenpenny wasn't quick to panic, but something felt different...different from anything he'd ever felt. "HERNANDEZ!" Tenpenny tried again, but once again there was no response. There was nobody. The entire place was empty. He decided not to stay at the station any longer. He ran out onto the street. No one. Damn it!, he thought, what the hell is going on? There was nothing, no people, no cars, not even a god damn piece of trash. He fired a few shots up into the air, trying to get some reaction out of the quiet city. He continued to fire, all the while screaming, "HELLO! ANYBODY! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE?" Suddenly, a quiet, cocky voice piped up from behind him. "Hey, you actin' a lil' crazy, Tenpenny." The officer spun around, aiming his pistol at the voice. The man wore a green cap and a green shirt, and was known as the leader of the Grove Street Families, Sweet. "You keep firin' yo piece off like dat, you gonna scare da children." Tenpenny scowled and pulled the trigger on his gun. He heard a click, not a bang. "Out of ammo, son." Tenpenny quickly grabbed another clip and reloaded his weapon. He swung his weapon back to the ready, but Sweet was gone. He looked around for a few more seconds, then started running down the road. He ran and ran until he was clear out of breath. Eventually, he came to a panting halt, supporting himself with his hands on his knees. "Yo, yo. You don't look so good, Tenpenny," said a raspy voice from in front of him. He was still out of breath, so he just tilted his head sideways to see the big man, Big Smoke. Tenpenny, still out of breath, barely gasped out, "Smoke, what are you doing here?" The Crack King bent down next to Tenpenny and whispered to him, "B'fo you go askin' questions like that..." Smoke's voice dropped, almost whispering sensually into Tenpenny's ear, "You should really try and figure out what you're doing here." The corrupt cop blinked for one second, and when he opened his eyes Smoke was gone. Suddenly Frank Tenpenny had a second wind, and started running again, more frantically than before. He ran and ran and ran, until he saw a figure in the middle of the road up ahead. Sitting relaxed on his lawn chair in the middle of the road, sucking on the wet end of a big fat blunt, was the man known as Ryder. Frank slowed to a walk as he approached the weed afficionado. The man in the chair took a big hit, and then, almost choking, he held out the joint towards Tenpenny. "Hey man, you should hit this ****. It'll calm yo nerves." Tenpenny stared into Ryder's glasses. He didn't dare blink. "Hey man, I'm serious. One puff a dis ****, and maybe you'll stop hallucinating people, imagining you all alone in Los Santos." His voice changed, got deeper, more serious, almost sinister, "Maybe you'll even figure out why you're here." Ryder's eyebrow raised, as he thrusted his hand with the joint out one more time. Tenpenny paused for a second, then reached out and grabbed the joint. He glared at a Ryder who was smiling an evil smile that Ryder did not smile. Tenpenny stood there for a long time, staring the gangster in the face, before he finally raised the joint to his lips, and sucked in the smoke. The world around him melted away like buckets of paint dribbling down a wall, and suddenly he found himself in an alley. It was about ten feet wide, about fifty feet long, and closed on all sides. However, at the other end of the alley, doused in the glow of the three street lights that were the only source of illumination visible, was a payphone. It started to ring. Tenpenny scowled, held his gun out and started walking towards the phone. But on the walk there he made his second mistake. He blinked again. When he opened his eyes he was staring down the last person in the universe he wanted to see. With green pants, a black tank top, and a green bandana on his head, Carl Johnson, the savior of the Grove Street Families and San Andreas in general, was now standing between him and the phone. "Well, well, well, look at you," CJ smirked. "The man that caused me and mah whole family so much grief in the past, is standing right here. Scared like a lil' girl. Scared and ignorant. I'm sure there's a word for that, but you know, I dropped out of High School." "What is this place, Carl," Tenpenny demanded, with a little more of his trademark pizzazz then his face showed. "AHAHAHAHAHA! You still ain't figured it out, you dumb sack a ****. Think back, think real ****in' hard." Tenpenny dove into his own mind with a look of intense concentration on his face, and suddenly an image appeared to him. He saw fire shooting from the turbines in a crack factory, he saw his own bloody bullet ridden corpse, burning in the fire. His eyes snapped back up to Carl. Then in the "other" voice, the body of Carl slowly whispered, "And now you see." Tenpenny pulled the trigger on his weapon, launching hot lead at the embodiment of his enemy as fast as it could. The bullets pierced the skin, but instead of blood, dust simply shot out the back, blowing the telephone to pieces. Then Carl Johnson's entire body collapsed, like a statue of sand, and blew away in a gust of wind from an unseen place. Tenpenny stood there staring at the shattered remains of the payphone whose keypad had been destroyed, cord had been blown off right below the reciever, and change receptical had been emptied all over the ground in front of it. Frank turned around looking for a way off, when he heard a "RIINNNNNGGG!!!" from behind him. He turned around to confirm his shock, but there was no way around it, the payphone was ringing. He walked over to it slowly, pulled the reciever off it's resting place even though it wasn't connected to the rest of the phone, and put it to his ear. "Find me." He slowly hung up the phone without responding. Then Tenpenny turned around. The back end of the alley had turned into a road that seemingly stretched to infinity, and there was a squad car neatly parked right behind him. He got into the car, which automatically started for him. "I'm coming," he assured the voice. "I'm coming." Today's Author: Furious J Next Back