Liberty Nightmare - A GTA Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: To Be Lost And Damned.

Chapter 2: To Be Lost And Damned.

"Give them hell, boys!" Johnny Klebitz, who was the president of the Lost Motorcycle Club, shouted to his right hand men, Clay Simons and Terry Thorpe, as he rode his Hexer motorcycle while chasing several AOD (Angels Of Death) bikers, who were their worst enemies, on the Plumbers Skyway in Alderney. The Angels Of Death were bitter enemies with the Lost Motorcycle Club.

Earlier, seven AOD bikers, each on their own bikes, threw some Molotov Cocktails at Johnny's safe house, which he obtained after eliminating a rogue member of the Lost, who was Brian Jeremy, for betraying the club. It was about 1 in the afternoon when the attack happened. Luckily no one was in the safe house at the time of the arson attack except Johnny. Dressed in his leather club jacket and light blue jeans, he was just making a call to his wheelchair-bound friend, Angus Martin, about stealing more bikes for a bit of money to clean and fix up the old and dilapidated apartment with his brothers to make another clubhouse in order to put the club back together again when the attack happened. Fortunately, the apartment was not badly damaged and Johnny wasn't injured.

In retaliation to the attack, Johnny shot a biker in the head with his TA 90 automatic 9mm pistol before getting on his Hexer chopper to pursue the remaining bikers. As Johnny chased them to the Skyway, he made a quick phone call to Terry and Clay for backup.

"You assholes are gonna pay for trying to burn my house down," Johnny yelled to the fleeing bikers as he took out his MP5 SMG fired several rounds at the bikers. One of the bullets ended up at the back of one of the AOD biker's tyres. The overweight, white-bearded biker quickly lost control of his bike as he tried to avoid crashing into a cruising Moonbeam van. As his bike skidded onto the opposite lane, an oncoming Benson truck crashed head-on with the biker at a high speed.

"Yeah, good shooting Johnny," Clay remarked as killed another AOD biker with his 12 Gauge Coach Sawed-off Shotgun. This was done in a split second just before the biker could pull the trigger on his pistol at Clay. Clay swiftly avoided his tumbling body while saying, "Hope you're comfortable on the road."

"This Deadbeat is mine!" Terry announced as he closed in on another biker. The enemy biker immediately threw a few Molotov Cocktails at him in self-defence.

"Watch out, brother!" Johnny warned as Terry narrowly avoids the gas filled bottles and the resulting hot flames.

"I got it, Jonathan," Terry said as he quickly and secretly lighted the fuse of a Pipe Bomb. "This sucker is gonna be part of a fireworks display!" he said as he threw the explosive towards the AOD biker with great force. It went over the biker and landed right in front of him. Before the biker could swerve to avoid it, it was too late.

BOOM!

"Yeah, baby!" Terry cried as he rode past the resulting black smoke and flames.

The chase eventually leads into Alderney City as both the pursued and the pursuer exited the Skyway and turned right into Asahara Rd.

"Come on, boys!" the lead AOD biker said to his remaining comrades. "Just a little further to Hickey Bridge and we will be back on AOD turf!"

"We got to stop 'em before they get back or it'll get real messy for us!" Clay said.

"Boys, I have an idea," Johnny said. "Chase those Deadbeats to Mahesh Ave."

After that, Johnny turned left into Jonestown Ave. Clay and Terry were now chasing the remaining bikers without their leader.

"Ha! Even your fucking leader fears our reinforcements," one of the AOD bikers mocked Terry and Clay. "Come on boys, just a little further." The three bikers quickly picked up speed.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Johnny," Terry said to himself as he and Clay too increased speed on their bikes to catch up with the bikers.

Traffic congestion at the nearby booth tunnel forced the three remaining bikers to turn into Rand Ave and then turn left into Mahesh Ave.

Applewhite St was elevated side by side with Mahesh Ave just before it crosses above Mahesh Ave. Just as the bikers approach an underpass where Applewhite St. crosses above Mahesh Ave., Johnny, rushing through Applewhite St., utilizes a pile of sand as a ramp and launches himself and his bike into the air just above Mahesh Ave. and the three fleeing AOD bikers.

"Whoa, Johnny," Clay remarked feeling shocked and glad at seeing his club president.

In one quick motion, he used his SMG and guns down the leftmost biker on the road before his heavy Hexer chopper lands on the second fleeing biker. As the last remaining biker goes through the underpass, Johnny quickly engages his handbrake, causing his motorcycle to turn 180 degrees until the right side of the bike was facing the fleeing biker. He quickly drew his SMG and fired a burst of gunfire towards the remaining AOD biker. Multiple bullets ended up in the last biker and one punctured the back tyre. Eventually the bike and its rider smashed into a parked Boxville truck.

"Yeah, them fucking AOD are finished!" Clay shouted in delight.

Johnny then calmly walked towards the crashed and smoking bike. The rider was still alive but was moaning and groaning due to his serious injuries.

"Why shouldn't I kill you now?" Johnny asked calmly to the injured biker.

"Fuck you!" he replied weakly as he coughed up some blood. "You think this is over, asshole? We have a nasty surprise that you shitty losers might enjoy." The biker coughed up more blood that stained his outfit. Eventually, he soon remained silent permanently.

"Johnny, take a look at this," Terry said as he picked up and opened a blood stained notebook from one of the dead bikers near the underpass. "Looks like these fucking deadbeats have some sort of plan against us."

"Steal cargo of rich billionaire to finish the Lost," Johnny read the notebook from Terry. "Target is at East Hook."

"Isn't that the place where we stole those diamonds?" Clay asked.

"Guess so, what's that cargo they plan to use against us?" Johnny asked.

"Beats me," Terry replied while shrugging his shoulders. "But, I know we have to stop this scheme if this 'cargo' threatens our survival, our brothers and our club."

"Terry's fucking right, Johnny," Clay added. "We should do something about it."

Suddenly, police sirens were heard in the distance. This shocked the three of them.

"Shit! Pigs are on their way!" Johnny alerted his brothers. "Come on, time to make ourselves scarce!"

The three Lost bikers hurriedly got back on their respective bikes and quickly fled the scene.

"Terry, you prepare the firepower. Clay, you ready the bikes. I'll get the brothers and some other help. I don't wanna take any damned chances with that cargo. We'll gonna try to destroy it!" Johnny commanded as he rode.

"We're on it, Johnny," Terry and Clay replied in unison.