Unceal Crow: I Am A Monster (Completed)

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Tony Russo huh? That's the guy who runs the show, a low life mobster that thinks he runs Clarksville, a mobster who has child molesters working from him, they protect him, he keeps them out of jail and in return, he lets his men fulfill their sick pleasures. All of these bad, corrupted people in this city and I'm the one on the news. I'm the one who's public enemy number one, and I'm the one the police is hunting. Before I started my takeover of Clarksville no news stations never aired a case about Tony Russo, nobody Investigated the man Nathan Leo, his place of business, nobody had the pride, the heart to stand up for what's right and take matters into their own hands.

Soon as I start to shoot a few people, blow up a cheating husband, his mistress, torture a man that works for the mob, and I'm the bad guy? That's something I can't wrap my head around, people should be looking up to me, being inspired, and doing the same thing. There is no way I should've been the first person to ever do this. Well, I will keep causing as much chaos and panic for the higher-ups in this city, no matter if I have to die trying. I'm not a hero or a villain.

In order to hurt a mobster, you impose a threat to what they love the most, their money. Nathan retired but his business is still functioning, so that means Tony Russo is still laundering his money with Clarksville psychiatric hospital. All of his money, well most of it is there. Looks like I'll be paying a visit to some familiar faces again.

*Ring Ring* "Hello? What's up Johnathan." I said answering the phone.

"Yo Unceal, I've got something here you should check out. It will blow your mind if you're planning on sending another message I have a thing just for you." Jonathan said with enthusiasm in his voice.

"Got it I'll be over, give me an hour." I reply hanging up the phone.

I need to make another stop, I can't go around here with the scar on my face in broad daylight. I need makeup to cover up my scar at least, for now, I got stuff to do.

"Excuse me ma'am is there a makeup store around here? I'm new in town and I really don't know where I'm going." I ask a lady.

"uh, yeah there is one right around the corner on your left." she answers.

"Thank you, you are a saint." I said as I walk in the direction she point me in.

I walk into the store, "excuse me, I'm looking for something to cover-up the scar on my face." I ask the girl standing by a makeup section restocking.

She looks at me and her eyes grow big, "Oh my God! You're Unceal Crow! I am a huge fan of yours!" she said looking very excited.

"A fan? Really? Of me? I'm not famous, you have the wrong guy." I said.

"No, no, no, no, no! I know exactly who you are. We went to school with each other in elementary, I sat in front of you in Ms. Hallmark's class." she said with a huge smile on her face.

"What's your name? If you don't mind me asking." I ask her with a confuse look on my face.

"My name is Sandra Brooks." she answers, that last name sounds very familiar to me. I know I've heard that name before. It seems like I've heard that last name before, somebody who's very important. Can't seem to put my finger on it.

"Brooks? I know a Brooks. Do you have a sister or a brother? I may know." Just as I ask the question, I see the joy melt away from her face. Obviously, I struck a nerve and now I'm interested.

"I'm pretty sure you do." she answers angrily. The joy is replacing with full hatred. "That's my bitch of a sister, she works for the Clarksville police department, her and that detective. The one you attacked, escaped from, and her house was blown up in the process." she answers.