He was shot and left to die. He died that day...so they thought. After cheating death, Marty Santorelli must bite more bullets that fly toward him after he skips his hometown to a city where he plans to make his mark.
They all thought I was dead. I thought I was too, but I was just made alive that day...
Joe and Vito took me on one of their jobs. I was just a kid. July of 1951. What a show that was. I never thought I'd live that day....
I was waiting in the car. Just as Joe instructed me to at the Empire Arms Hotel in the parking garage. I was waiting for half an hour waiting for something to happen. I could still feel all that adrenaline rushing through my blood. I could hear that engine running and Joe telling me to "stay put".
After about half an hour, I heard this huge explosion coming from above. Sounded horrible. I went ahead and stayed put and waited. After about 10 minutes, I saw some goons come running out the doors from the other side of the garage. I got out the car and took out my 1911 and fired at them.
Killed 1 of them and wounded another, but I was shot. 3 times in my chest. My back was pressed against the wall and I slid down it slowly and sat on the ground. They thought I was dead because I wasn't breathing, so they left. I wasn't dead, I had no idea what was happening to me, but I wasn't dead.
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I thought for sure I was. After every fiber in my being had been iced all over by the bullets that were in me, I went ultimately numb and weak. I couldn't speak or move anything. Not even my eyes. I sat there with my eyes and mouth wide open while blood was covering my shirt and go down to the ground.
I sat there with my hat to my left and my gun only inches away from my hand. Dead. I could only watch. I can't remember how long it took, but Joe ran out after some cars sped out the garage. Vito was running behind him and they were dressed as the window cleaners they were disguised as. Joe didn't get close.
He just ran to me and stopped as soon as he saw me. All I saw was him cry out "Marty! No! No! Fuck! They shot him! He's dead Vito!". I never thought I'd see Joe like this. Vito didn't seem to care. He just stopped Joe and said "Joe cmon we gotta get outta here. There's nothing we can do for him".
Thanks Vito. I'll be okay. Prick. Anyway, after Vito said that, they got in the car and drove off after the cars that left. I laid there in the same spot.
As I felt my body slowly get weaker, I felt my eyes try to close. I was gonna die. I slowly closed them. I heard a strong engine pass me as I was staring into darkness. I opened my eyes as much as i could, but I only appeared to be wincing.
The last glimpse I caught that day was 2 men picking me up and putting me in a van. After I heard the van doors close, I was out.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. I lifted my hands, but could only lift my left one. My right one was handcuffed to the bed. I pulled the neck of my gown down and saw stitches where I was shot. I was alive, but how?....
I thought I must've been dreaming, but it was all too real. A doctor came in and sat down in a chair beside my bed. "You are officially the luckiest bastard I've ever seen".
