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The Story of Jake Summers

Icy

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The Beginning

Jake grew up with his parents and his younger brother, Mark, in Vice City. Living in a poor district, he saw how poverty turned the even the best of people into criminals. Everyone did their best to make it through life, but it was tough. Not only was it tough to make it in life, feed your family, but the whole neighbourhood was controlled by hispanic criminal organizations. As only a ten year old boy, Jake had witnessed both murder and rape, before his very eyes.

His parents were loving. Kate and Peter Summers, were their names. They, unlike most of the society they lived in, believed that the only way they could make it safely through life, was to struggle and work hard, and avoid doing crime. Jake was raised with this very belief, and he took it to himself. He preached this belief to his younger brother, and they both agreed, that they would never give their lives up for crime, that they would stay on the path of justice, and make it in life as law abiding, peaceful citizens. All his life, Jake avoided trouble with the local gangs, and kept a low profile, but he couldn't escape it completely.

One day, walking home from school, he came across two hispanic members of one of the local gangs. They had seen him avoiding trouble, and wanted him out. He was a bad example to them. People should not think that they could simply avoid them and stick to the law. They didn't wanna loose their power. Jake, a defenseless 16-year old, was quickly knocked out by the two adult criminals, and dragged into a small toolshed behind an old house. Tied to a chair, Jake was unable to move. One of the men pulled his canvas shirt to the side, revealing a revolver in his belt holster, the other took out an army knife from his back pocket. They started preaching their cause to Jake, trying to convince him to give up his peaceful life, in exchange for a life as an outsider in their gang. Jake did not want to listen to them, he would never do such a thing.

Meanwhile, outside the toolshed, Jake's younger brother, Mark, was standing. He had seen Jake being dragged away, and decided to follow him. He feared what was going to happen, but he had made his decision. If they were to kill Jake, they would have to go through him first. He stood on his toes, and peeked in through a window in the wooden door. The chair Jake was seated in was facing the door, and he saw his brother's face outside. At first, he felt relieved to see him, but then the fear stroke him. What if the men saw him? He couldn't stand the thought of them killing Mark too. He tried to motion for Mark to leave, but Mark did not go anywhere. The two gang members stood with their backs facing the door, and had yet to realize someone was looking at them from outside. However, they saw Jake's facial expressions while looking towards the door, and they both turned around to see what he was looking at. They saw the kid's face, and kicked open the door, knocking Mark off his feet, sending him into the ground. The walked outside, grabbed the kid by his neck, and held him up in the air.

Jake, still tied up in the chair, was filled with fear. He would not let them hurt his younger brother. He struggled with all the power he had, and eventually, the rope burst, and he was free. He stood up, with his eyes focused on the men and his brother. He quickly looked around the toolshed, and took what was closest - a large gardening shovel. He held it in his hands, with a tight and firm grip. The men outside were still focused on his brother, discussing what they should do with him. Jake slowly walked out of the toolshed, with the shovel still resting in his fists. He walked up right behind the two men, and raised the shovel in the air. It was at that moment, his younger brother spotted him, and his face was filled with hope, he smiled, and laughed. The two gangmembers turned their heads around, only to be met by a young boy holding a shovel. Jake swung the weapon with all the force he had, and he hit the first man in the head, and proceeded to knock out the second one, before they had any chance to react.

Mark fell to the ground, and Jake went to pick him up. Mark thanked his older brother, then turned to the two unconscious men, lying on the lawn with bleeding wounds in their foreheads. He stated, that they could not risk them waking up. Jake was surprised to hear his little brother say such a thing, but he knew within, that he was right. Jake told Mark that he did not want to kill them. Mark replied, that he would do it, and took the shovel out of Jake's hands before he had any chance to resist. Mark walked over to the men, and started hitting them continously in their heads. He stood there, hammering both of them, for multiple minutes, with a coldblooded look on his face, untill Jake grabbed his hands and took the shovel away from him, with the words "I think they're gone now".

When they returned home, their parents were shocked to find them both covered in blood. They explained what had happened, and their parents knew they had to leave the neighbourhood immediately. They packed their things into a couple of bags, grabbed the hands of their kids, and dragged them into their car outside the house, but it was too late. A car with the local gang's colors pulled up, and three men armed with pistols and rifles stepped out, aiming at the family. "You killed our friends", they yelled, taking careful aim at the parents. "P-p-please, please don't hurt us", Jake's parents desperately replied, but nothing could save them. The gangmembers shot them both in cold blood. Mark and Jake screamed, and fled into the car. Jake turned the keys in the ignition, and pulled the car out, ramming the gangmembers, driving away to safety with his brother.


A New Life in the Country

A few years later, Jake arrived in the airport of Los Santos. He had left his bad memories from Vice City behind him, and he was gonna start over, on a new life, in Red County. He had already rented a comfortable trailer in Blueberry, and he had beforehand applied for the local Sheriff's department. Jake, still traumatized over his parents' brutal murder, deep within himself, wanted to combat the kind of people that had done such a terrible, evil thing to his beloved ones.

Destinity wanted it, that Jake would be accepted into the force. Jake was filled with joy - finally, a chance would be given to him, to take up the fight against the ruthless criminals of the world. He felt he was destined for great things. He would take down entire gangs by himself, investigate murders and put suspects behind bars for a long time, and for a few weeks, his life went great. He worked his way in the ranks of the San Andreas State Troopers, and even got some power, respect and superiority himself. He felt he had done a great job for the small country society of Red Country, because he had taken part in multiple actions and missions, that would keep events, such as murders of innocent citizens, from happening. He felt like he was finally at peace with himself. His parents' death was avenged. He had payed back God for the great sin he comitted, when he helped his younger brother killing and burying the two men back in Vice City.

However, things were soon to change ...



The Darkness Within a Man

Jake was sitting in his bed in his dark trailer, a late saturday evening. How could it happen? Why would God let such a thing happen to him? What had he done, to deserve such a terrible fate? Jake blamed destiny for his misery, while he was crying to himself. Discharged permanently from the Police Force. He felt ashamed. Even though he felt it was completely unfair, he knew it would be pointless to argue about it. All his friends in the force now looked down upon him. He was an outcast. The people he had been the best of friends with, the only persons he knew in his current world, were now acting like they were strangers to him. Words had quickly spread of his discharge, and even people on the street looked down upon him. He had considered taking his own life, but he was too much of a coward. And he felt, that if he killed himself, the bastards that fired him, would win this fight, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen.

Still sitting in his bed, Jake raised his head from his palm, looking to the closet next to his bed. He stood up, walked to it, and opened it, looking at the metallic box in the bottom. He picked it up, brushed the dust off it with his hand, unlocked the locks, and opened the cover. There it was, his first weapon as a member of the local special crime force, an M4 Carbine. His superiors must had forgotten about it, since they hadn't demanded it returned. Jake took the rifle out of the box, and walked back to his bed, sitting down. He thought to himself, that he would not let them win.



A Man Who Loses Everything, is Capable of Anything

Jake took a fresh clip from the metallic box, and loaded it into the rifle. He laid down in the bed and took his necklace with a golden cross from the small table next to his bed, held it within his fist, rested on his chest. He closed his eyes, and said a prayer.

Jake took the necklace around his neck, took out his leather jacket from the closet, and grabbed his keys from the kitcen counter. He walked back to his bed, looking down at the rifle standing next to it. He thought of his brother, and the promise they made many years ago, that they would not get involved with crime. He dropped a tear, and picked up the rifle, took the safety off, and rested it on his shoulder. He walked to the door, unlocked it, and waited for a moment. He swore to himself, that he would spend his life hunting down the persons responsible for his misery. "You will regret..." he mumbled to himself. With a cold, dark look on his face, he opened the door, and walked outside ...
 

Icy

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(( More to be added as my character progresses. Please read all of it, I put a damned lot of effort into it. Yes, this is my IC way of saying I'm pissed at William Cambridge. Who cares about my double post, I don't want OOC stuff in an IC post. ))
 

Yurik Cherdenko

(( wooo go murder william cambridge on your cop acc :D great story by the way))
 

AERO

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((What a crazy story, it's a different path that some player took for their characters :) ))
 

Icy

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Javier said:
((What a crazy story, it's a different path that some player took for their characters :) ))
(( That was the point. I bet some fag is gonna scream "FFFFUUUU", call a cop and get him to /take my M4 away. I really what that wep to be his, sorta, sign. Oh, and thanks Donnie
))
 
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