I Think I Gave a Serial Killer a Ride

Yesterday I was walking around near Westdyke looking for this car Stevie wanted me to get for him when this freak of a man stopped me and started rambling about being his friend and being nice to him and shit. He wasn't making any sense and I was starting to get creeped out so I tried to walk away but this guy was persistent. He finally asked me to give him a ride to the docks to see some of his "friends" off. I decided to help the guy out even though doing so was against my better judgment.

He grabs this big heavy duffle bag and throws it in the backseat of this car I grabbed from the dealer's lot across the street. We had to hightail it out of there because someone had tipped the police about the car I had just borrowed. He seemed awfully nervous about being chased by the police and was emphatic that I loose them quickly. I wasn't too worried, most people in Liberty City have poor driving skills and the police are no exception. It wasn't long before I had them wondering where we had gone.

With the police finally off our asses we made our way through the city towards the dock. The whole time this man, who clearly isn't right in the head is talking about his friends and I start to get the feeling that he's trying to tell me something but he doesn't want to just come out and say it. However, I'm not an idiot, I know what he's talking about. He's fucking murdered his so called friends and probably spent the better half of the day cutting them up and stuffing them into that damn bag. I mean, it smells like rotting steak and it's leaking, what else could possibly be in there.

We make it to the docks and he jumps out, grabs the bag and tosses it over the edge. Good riddens, that shit was starting to make me gag. I drop him off down the street and quickly drive off once he's out of the car.

I may be a murdering psychotic but that man scared the shit out of me. He was fucking insane. Shit, I still got goose bumps.

Posted by syphaqlies on Tue Jun 10, 2008 @ 12:21 pm EDT | 7 Comments