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Mozart's Turmoil and Beethoven's Dysfunction

Character design by @hannahsbackroom

Inspired by FNAF 4 Song 'I Got No Time', by The Living Tombstone:

Rodney Morash/Claude Speed (side by side)

Does the smirk look a bit... oddly suspicious?

"So… you had a dream of three men shot down by the police, which looks like British police, in the streets of London, and you recognize one of them as a guy wearing black suit and tie, and glasses with a gun. Is that right?" Tommy asked in intrigue and curious, to which Claude nodded in silence.

"And how long did you had that kind of dream?"

"Um… about when I was around… 2 and a half years old, I think…" Claude pondered in uncertainty.

"Damn, that's like 30 years ago, man. You were just a baby back then?" CJ asked in surprise, to which Claude nodded again as he response, "I saw myself as a toddler, looking up at the same man in a black suit giving me this necklace… it was all a blur. Really blur…"

"Hmm… do you know that guy's name, Claude?" Tommy asked in skeptical, but Claude shakes his head. "No… I don't know who his name was. I… I don't remember what happened. Why I had these kinds of dreams like this… whenever I had that necklace? I want to throw it away but… I think the necklace and the dream had a connection to me, something I never had the chance to know, until now…"

"Oh Claude…" Sereena puts her hand on Claude's shoulder in comfort and worry, and as Tommy pondering in silence, he finally speaks,

"Um… it might sounds ridiculous but… if that person was here, right now… what do you wanna say to him?"

"What? Tommy, it's just a dream. You can't just act like a psychiatrist or something," CJ interjects in incredulous. "What if it wasn't just a dream, CJ? What if his dream is more than that?" Tommy asked firmly, to which CJ went silent afterwards as Tommy said to Claude, "Why don't you try it, Claude? Imagine if that same guy is here right now. What do you wanna say to him?"

"Well…" Claude looks hesitate and uncertain of what to do, before he takes a deep breath and clutches the necklace and tries to imagine if that same guy in black suit and glasses was here, and as he continued muttered to himself, he heard an odd familiar voice that wasn't belong to either CJ nor Tommy, but someone else…

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"Claude? Claude!"

The voice of Sereena snaps out of Claude's thoughts, which he in return his eyes to her.

"Y-yes, Reena, what is it?"

"You've quiet for quite awhile right now," Sereena asked in concern.

"Uh, Reena. He *always* a quiet one. He's the tongueless snake type of guy," CJ remarks matter-of-factly, only to be whacked by Sereena with a rolled newspaper, much to Tommy Vercetti's chuckling. "He was just saying that's all. No need to be offensive."

Then, Tommy turns his attention to Claude. "I can see that you're contemplating about something. Was it about the kids' future? I can take care of it, don't worry."

"No no, it's not that, it's um… something else. A-and not Catalina either. It's… aside from that," Claude said in uncertainty and contemplation.

"Aside from that? Like… what?" CJ asked in curious, before Claude looks at Sereena. "C-can you give me my uh… my necklace there?"

"You mean, this snake necklace?" Sereena inquired while giving the silver snake necklace to Claude, to which he replied, "Yes, that's the one."

As Claude holds the necklace in his hand, his mind went elsewhere, pondering in deep silent, with his dark eyes stare down at the necklace on his palm in contemplation, while the rest watching in confusion as what he is pondering about the necklace.

"So… what are you staring at this necklace for, man?" CJ breaks the silent with the question. "I mean… it's just a goddamn necklace though. Nothing interesting about it, right?"

"It's… it's more than just an ordinary necklace, CJ," Claude stated without looking up. "Ever since I had this necklace with me… and ever since I asleep every nights… I had this dream."

"Dream? Dream about what, Claude?" Sereena asked in confusion.

"It's… it's complicated, really. Like a loop but… very vague…" Claude described in puzzling state.

"A loop dream? Can you recall what dream you had ever since?" CJ asked. "And… what does the necklace had to do with that dream of yours?"

"Carl, easy there. If Claude said his dream is vague then we can't force him, alright?" Tommy interjects with assurance, which CJ lets out a sigh. "Yeah, you're right man."

"Though I can recall details in the dream, just not that much," Claude replied. "Atleast I can remember a bit."

"Alright, just tell us what dream do you have all this time," Tommy said as he's ready to listen, with Claude look at Tommy, then CJ, then Sereena, while the kids are still playing at the distance. After contemplating a bit, Claude lets out a sigh and response, "Alright, I'll tell you. It was… it was an old dream, like it never go away, it has to do with this necklace I've been holding for so long. And in that dream, there was a man. A man… wearing black suit and tie, glasses shine through the streets holding a gun in his hand, and those eyes… I cannot get it off my head, those glistening blue eyes lies the person, who knows that dangers are about to get him, but he never backs down without firing the shot… yet."

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Just a little WIP drawing there.

This nightguard here is Thomas Linley, but inspired by/based on @hannahsbackroom , well, the hairstyle I believe. Drawing ClassicaLoid Mozart's braids quite pain in the ass.

"Come in kids, you must be tired. Why don't you watch TV while I uh... get you some drinks, alright?" James said as he motioned Tamia and Cleo to sat down on the sofa to relax and, as while James is heading to the kitchen to get some drinks, Tamia immediately asked him, "James, why did you do that?"

James stopped in his tracks, right at the kitchen doorway as he turned around to face Tamia and Cleo, who are confused of his action earlier. "Why did I do... what?" James asked in confusion, with his head tilted in response.

"Why did you do that to Uncle Tommy, James?" Tamia asked, pointing out James insults and threatened Tommy Vercetti, before shoving him off and take both Tamia and Cleo with James to this apartment.

"Yeah, why did you hate him? Are you being racist?" Cleo asked in confusion, doesn't seem to get why James hates Tommy Vercetti for. James, still standing by the kitchen doorway, lets out a sigh and bites his lips a bit in silence, before responding to the children, "To be honest with you, I don't hate him, personally, but you know, Italians these days. And you might be thinking I'm a racist, but I'm not. It just that... mafia and drug lords are only cared about money, booze, broads and bloody shit there. Nothing much at all. There are times when Italians can be abusive and controlling."

"But why you threatened Uncle Tommy for if you're not personally racist?" Tamia asked James in a concern tone of voice, which James lets out a sigh, seems a bit embarrassed of his behaviour just now, as he sat down on another chair and faced towards the two children. "I... I didn't mean to spat such racist remarks on his face in the first place. He's quite a notorious bloke, killing atleast 11 men back in 1971, from what I have heard during my stay in America, which I'll be staying here for 2 weeks or so, and uh... his actions earned him the nickname the 'Harwood Butcher', and all that... but as far as I'm impressed, and a bit disdain of his 'brutal' actions, ironically of any places aside from here, up until he became the drug lord of Vice City... he was the 'king of the world' or whatever may be, but... there are many reasons why I come here for."

"W-what is it?" Cleo inquired, as James finally reply with an unexpected response. "I want to... take custody of both of you."

"What?!" both Cleo and Tamia are shocked by the announcement of James May, who had came all the way from UK to here in US, wanted to take custody of them, despite the kids barely knew him.

"B-but why? We can't leave our mommy and daddy!" Tamia cried in disbelief. "Why you want to take custody of us? We don't know you, and why you said you're our grandfather?"

"Because I am your long-lost grandfather. On your father's side. You two are the children of the gangsters, and your mother is used to be part of the unexpected dangers in the streets. America is not safe for children like you. Drugs, prostitutions, gang war, everything. I can't bear to see you ended up like either Claude or Tommy or even your mother, Reena," James replied firmly with care. "Even it means separating you from your parents, then yes."

"What? B-but... our paternal grandfather had been dead years ago," Cleo said in confusion, which got James confused also. "Your... paternal grandfather, dead. Who?"

"Um... dunno, maybe Brian Speed or... I can't remember but his last name is Speed," Cleo replied uncertainty. That's really admonished James at the revelation. "Brian Speed? No! He's not your grandfather. The word 'speed' didn't always come from street racing. It also comes with the wizz also, that makes you feel the speed."

"Wait... what? Mr Speed is not our grandfather?" Tamia was shocked by James's response, before he decided to press further as he felt his head spinning. "Look, why don't you just... rest in one of the bedrooms and, whatnot? I'm gonna have to call someone."

First, Rodney Morash and baby Claude Speed. Now, Sid Vacant and kid Tommy Vercetti.

In this drawing, probably will be added on @ashmirkier's GTA fic, The Harwood Butcher (or maybe not), Sereena Lane (@ashmirkier) is standing in the Vercetti Estate while holding Claude Speed's black jacket, whom she still misses him, when she saw something shining inside the pocket, and once she digs her hand in the jacket's pocket, Sereena found a mysterious snake pendant inside Claude's jacket. Whose pendant is this? And why Claude has it inside his jacket pocket? Was it his, or did he stole it from someone? Why he didn't show her before he's suddenly... gone? It's a mystery, only the Reaper Man knows, if he's still here...

Letting out a sigh, James kept on strolling around the park when a familiar voice calling out to him.

"JAMES!!"

With a sudden smile, James turned around and his eyes lit up when he sees Tamia and Cleo rushed up to him and they all embrace together. As they broke off the embrace, James looks at the children with a happy and kind smile. He really missed these two children, like he didn't want them go.

"What are you two doing here, kids?" James asked the children. "We saw you return to the park, so we decided to get to you!" Tamia replied to James. "We missed you, James," Cleo added. "Where have you been? We thought you went back to London."

"Nah, you two, I haven't leave back to London, yet," James replied to the children while giving Tamia a stroke on the head. "But I'm still here though. I missed you all so much. Come here you two!"

James and the children embraced together again and James couldn't help but smile as they hugged each other tightly. This is first time James have felt to this moment with Tamia and Cleo, like they're all mean something to him. Something more precious than other things in his life. And he wanted to cherish that moment forever.

They finally broke off the embrace and James smiled at the children. "Why have you come here for? Are you looking for me?" he asked them. "Well, James, we were wondering about what've you told my sister earlier and both of us, so um..." Cleo trailed off the sentence, causing James to raise an eyebrow in curious, before realizing what Cleo meant. "Oh I see, that one, I get that," James said with a nod. "What's the matter?"

"Can you tell us now, James? Pleeaassee??" Tamia asked James, like begging for James to tell her and Cleo. James lets out a sigh as he gets on his feet. "Alright, you really want to know me better, don't you?"

"Yes, James!" Tamia and Cleo said eagerly in union. "Please tell us!" James couldn't help but letting out a chuckle. "Alright alright, hold your horses, kids. I'll tell ya all about it," James said with a chuckle. This is it, it's been so long since he haven't told the children about him. Thus, he finally get to tell them, without any disturbance.

Except... this disturbance...

"Cleo! Tamia!"

Ah bugger it. James's face suddenly faltered in annoyance when Tommy Vercetti arrived in the park, again, ruining their silence. 'This prat is started to get on my bleedin' nerves right now.' James thought in annoyance.

"Uncle Tommy? What are you doing here for?" Cleo asked Tommy. "Well, I'm taking you guys to the amusement park, you know, hanging out with Uncle Tommy Vercetti, eh?" Tommy said in amuse tone, much to James's dismay and irritation. Then, Tommy sees James with the children and realized who he was. "Hey, you're the same old man meeting the kids, are you?"

"So? What's the problem with that?" James asked Tommy with a calm tone. "I'm talking to these kids here. What are you even here for, Mr Vercetti?" "I'm the kids' Godfather, sir. I can do whatever I want to," Tommy said with a sound of an authority and pride, which James doesn't buy it at all.

Tommy then turned to Tamia and Cleo and said, "Come on you two! Let's go to the amusement park. We're gonna have some fun together." As Tommy is heading back to the car, Cleo lets out a groan in dismay as he and his older sister, Tamia, is about to leave James again without giving him a chance to speak to them. Without hesitation, James reached his hands out and placed them around their shoulders, and said to Tommy in a calm, but slightly threatened tone, "I'm afraid I can't let you do as you please, Thomas Vercetti."

Tommy stopped in his tracks and turned around to see James placed his hands around Cleo and Tamia's shoulder, preventing them from leaving the park. "Hey! Why are you holding the kids for? When I said they go with me, they go," Tommy said with a raising authority tone, like he is some sort of a drug boss kingpin.

James couldn't help but smirk. "Really, Tommy, you really think I could just standing here watching you take this children away from me? Pathetic."

"Hey you better watch your mouth there, bud!" Tommy said with an annoyed tone. "I'm their Godfather, and they are my responsibility, not you!" James lets out an amused snort while showing a smirk on his lips.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy..." James began, before turning to Tamia and Cleo. "Kids, could you stand behind me? I need to talk to your... 'Godfather'." The children looked curious at each other but decided to stand behind him, much to Tommy's disbelief. James clears his throat and start talking.

"I've heard all about ya, from being the notorious Harwood Butcher to one of the most powerful drug kingpin of Vice City. Yes, yes, I really heard about you. But too bad, your life is nothing more than a pathetic waste of life with cokes, drugs, prostitutes, and many other things in life. You are all the same kinds, Tommy. All of you are."

Tommy gritted his teeth in an angry look. "Are you trying to mock me? Huh?!"

James lets out a chuckle. "If I would, that will be too easy. You Italians prats are bloody same. You always cared about booze, broads, drugs, sex and violence like it's your bloody stupid business, and couldn't care less about those who are really close to them. Heh, so much for being 'honor among theives', eh?"

"You shut up!" Tommy snapped at James. "I don't give a fuck about your point of view about us Italians, you racist fuck! I'm the drug kingpin of Vice City and you will do EXACTLY as I said. Capiche?"

James lets out another chuckle. "I'm sorry, what you said? 'Capiche'? Heh, what a stupid word. Well atleast I don't send my coke-headed buddy of mine to another place fill with different gangs and cut their ties off them. You Italians are no different, because you're nothing more than money-hungry power-hungry pigs!"

These words caused everyone, except James, in stunned. Tommy was stunned in anger while Cleo and Tamia stunned in shock and horror. They never seen James not only giving Tommy some racist remarks, but also attempted to reminded him of his past deeds.

"Why, you dick!" Tommy exclaimed in anger and hurt, clenching his fists tightly. "How dare you speak to me like that! You and your stupid racist remarks are off the line, now get lost and let go of the kids!"

James lets out a laugh and gave Tommy a snided, but a warning look. "Listen, Tommy. I don't give a bloody damn about your status as a drug kingpin of Vice City, but let me tell you something. I never sent away my friend out to another city and cut them off, no matter how badly their drug habits are. Also, whenever I was with the children, you always popping out of nowhere. Let me remind you one thing. Don't tell these kids what to do or pressuring them when they're talking to me. I might look like a stranger to you, but trust me... I'm not."

"What are you trying to do, huh?" Tommy said with a slightly threatening tone as he walks closer to James, who is smirking. "You can't tell a drug lord like me what to do. So, give me the kids, before I'm about to break your fucking neck off!"

Cleo and Tamia are looking scared as they witnessed the argument between Tommy and James. This is going to end badly for them. James stared the Harwood Butcher before letting out a small, but low chuckle. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Thomas. I can't do that," he said with a low tone. "And why not?" Tommy asked him in irritated tone.

James stared at Tommy silently before saying with a low tone. "Because... I'm their Grandfather!"

Grandfather? The words stunned everyone around him, and James couldn't help but smirk in pride.

"Grandfather? You're these kids... Grandfather?" Tommy asked in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

"I didn't ask you to believe. But, I don't want you to show up and take my grandchildren away from me while we are talking," James said with a warning tone. "And if you dare try to stop me..."

Without hesitation, James quickly grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to his face and whispers in a low tone. "Don't even dare make me do this, because I will, you know! God help me, I will!" And with that, James shoves Tommy hard away from him, causing Tommy to fall to the ground. James glared at Tommy, before saying, "Bollocks! To the rest of your bloody kind!" James later takes the kids away and Tommy watches in disbelief as James takes the kids with him instead.

Cursing under his breath, Tommy slowly gets up and headed towards the car. This is probably one of the most bizarre conversations ever in his mind. And he will never forget what James had said to him.

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Another fic and screenshot of GTA The Legend Unbound. Looks like James ain't gonna like Tommy one bit. Also, the dialogue that James spoke with a threat was based on the scene from the 1990 movie, The Krays, only the dialogue is different in this fic

Why was she in that film? If she was really a former porn star, then why she looks as if she was in fear and pain? Her eyes stared into his behind the screen like she was actually suffering in agony. Not part of the act at all. Her expression was so... real.

Letting out a sigh, he withdraw himself from the balcony and sat on the couch, still holding his cup of beer. As he drank a bit of beer, he looks up at the clock ticking on the wall.

It was 2.35 in the afternoon. His eyes later turned to the CD case beside the TV on the table. He promised himself to see the dealer who gave him the CD and probably, have the answers from the dealer about the origins of the film, the Sanchez ponce, and even... Sereena herself.

'I shall wait 'till it's dark to see him.'

As time passes, it was evening, and the sky is getting darker with the sun finally setting and the moon is about to appeared. At the train station above the stairs, the dealer was smoking a cigarette when he spotted James walking by.

"Hey hey, it's the Englishman!" the dealer smiled. James heard a familiar voice and spotted the same dealer from earlier. "You sound so pleased," James said to the dealer as he walked up the stairs. "Well, an Englishman is searching for the Reaper Man, huh? He's quite a celebrity, don'tcha think, holmes?" the dealer asks him. "Speaking of which, did you like the movie I gave it to you? It really shock ya good, eh?"

"I hate it, very much," James admittedly said with a thin smile and a hint of disgust. "But you're right, it really did give me a shock."

"Bet you got an erection watching it, eh?" the dealer teased. "Well I prefer to straight up kickin your bloody head in if you don't shut up," James warned, still smiling but with an annoying expression. "I almost throwing up because of it." The dealer, noticed behind the smile shows how pissed James was, putting his hand up in defense. "Woah woah, chill señor, I was just teasing. No need to get tense on me, alright?"

"What's your name, sir?" James asked the dealer. "My friends called me Gringo," the dealer, Gringo replied. "Gringo? Is that term you called for non-Hispanic people?" James asks Gringo. "Well I do like hanging out with non-Hispanics, so, hehe," Gringo said sheepishly.

"Mr Gringo-" "Call me Gringo, señor," Gringo said to James. "You're cool." "Well then, call me... James," James said. The dealer and the British man had begun their unusual conversations.

"So, Gringo," James began as he takes out the CD case from his pocket. "You said your amígo gave you this CD for you to watch, right?"

"Si James, he did," Gringo replied. "Did he explained to you what does it contained?" James asked. "Yeah, he did. Yet, he told me that he watched the movie for quite a lot. You can say he, too, like watching this stuff, huh?"

James sighs while rolling his eyes but tries not to complain. "I remember you told me that prior to this CD, this movie was copied in lots of VHS tapes, right?" "Yeah, hundreds of them, I think, had the tapes sorted in boxes," Gringo replied. "So how did this movie ended up in a CD when all the tapes, well probably most of them, were destroyed in the first place?" James inquired.

Gringo stood silent for a moment and James raises his eyebrow, waiting for an answer. "Well?"

"Can I trust you with this one?" Gringo suddenly asked. "Vice versa, mate," James said with shrug. Wonder why the dealer got so suspicious all the sudden? Gringo suspiciously looked around and leans to James, whispering, "One of my amigos was a Diablo. He kept the last surviving tape and rerecorded it into the CD, before destroy that said tape."

"He knew that the Reaper Man would destroy all the tapes containing that girl, Sereena Lane, whenever they are," Gringo explained. "The Reaper Man destroys the tapes?" James asked. So Claude destroys the VHS tapes. "Si James. When mi amigo found out that the tapes were destroyed, except one, he would have to transfer the film into the CD," Gringo answered.

"I see," James said, nodding in understanding before asking. "Tell me about Romano Sanchez. What his affiliation with Sereena Lane and your friend's leader, El Burro?"

"Romano Sanchez was a porn star actor, or so it seems. Haven't seen his movies yet, except this one," Gringo replied. "He collaborated with El Burro and starts filming with lots of girls, including this Lane girl."

"Was Sereena a porn actress back then?" James asked. "What are you, a cop?" Gringo asked, looking a slightly appalled of James's interest in Sereena's situation surrounding the movie. "Was she was forced into becoming a porn actress?" James asks again, this time saying 'force' with a sharp tone. "Si, señor, she was forced to," Gringo admitted with a sigh. "The truth is, she and Sanchez had a history way back."

"History, huh?" James said in curiosity, closing his eyes while he ponders. It looks like piece of the puzzle of mysteries.

"Whatcha thinking, holmes?" Gringo asked. James opened his eyes and asks "How much you knew about the Sanchez guy?" "The boss of my friend told him about Sanchez and their meetings with him," Gringo explained. "And then my friend told me about Sanchez when he gave me that CD. So I probably knew about him, more or less."

"What was the history between Sereena Lane and Romano Sanchez?" James inquired. "Man, you're really kinda into this stuff, eh?" Gringo teasingly said. "Just answer the bleedin' question or I'll make ya spill it," James slightly retorted. "Okay okay, sorry. It happened around 1989, I think, and it starts somewhere in Doherty." Gringo began. "It all happened because of the mother."

"The mother?"

"Yeah, Sereena Lane and her mother, Tamara, moved from Ganton to Doherty, where Tamara met Romano Sanchez. You could say it was a love at first sight."

Love at first sight? The hell? "Why?"

"Because Tamara was a sex worker back then. She was naturally attracted to men like Sanchez," Gringo said with a grin, making James very uncomfortable. "Oh, I see. Anyway, what was Sereena's impression on Romano?"

"Well, after Tamara met Sanchez, from what I heard, Sereena couldn’t shake off her discomfort since Romano moved in with them. He would always remark just how she looked so much like Tamara, though in her younger years, and these comments would be accompanied by menacing glares and stuff." Gringo continued.

"My friend told me that the way Romano’s eyes trained on her, especially when she was alone, would send shivers down her spine. She tried to avoid him whenever she could, but because of her mother, she was forced to engage with him, though she would try to make it minimal as possible, but it might have gotten to the extreme as it goes by, if you know what I mean, getting all hyper aroused and dominance, and such."

The words starts running in James's head like gears as he tried to put the words together, before he realised what Gringo meant. "What you mean, is that Romano starts sexually abuse Sereena, right?" James slowly said. "Guess you could say that," Gringo said.

"How old Sereena was at that time?"

"Seventeen years old."

"Seventeen? She's not yet an adult till she was in her 20s."

"Well Romano is a sex-crazed, perverted psycho. He tore every girls' clothes and consumed every girls' virginity. He couldn't careless about the girls' ages at all, and Sereena, she got it worse, and all she could do was sob and beg him to stop but to no avail. For every forbidden hole and space he found, he would insert his throbbing organ and rub until he reached his pleasure, only to do it again by bending her over everywhere in the room. How she wailed and pleaded as he-"

"Alright alright, stop it!" James snapped as he immediately covers Gringo's mouth to shut him up. This is getting too much for James. "I get it, just don't get into that deep, alright?" He later removed his hand from Gringo's mouth. "Hehe, sorry holmes, got a little carry away," Gringo chuckled. "I like screaming aroused girls, it really turned me on, ya know?" James lets out an annoying and disgust groan. This dealer is a complete sex addict, or so he thought.

"Let me freshen up a bit, so, what you're saying is that Romano Sanchez sexually abuse Sereena, raped her when she was seventeen, and later he works on a movie with El Burro guy and added Sereena in that sex film and... start raping..." James trailed off, as he felt discomfort building up. "That seems like it," Gringo said with a shrug.

"And that bitch of a mother just let it happened?!" James suddenly yelled, startling Gringo. "Woah chill, holmes! You look upset." "What do you think, huh?" James asks Gringo, glaring at him. "Why can't Sereena just call the rozzers, the police that is, and had them both her disgusting mother and Sanchez arrested and sentenced them to life in prison, or better, death?!"

"Dang, holmes, you really need to chill the hell up," Gringo told him. James listened to him and lets out a sigh. "Sorry, I get a little tense. I hate women treated as sex slaves. I respected women in general, though I had... exceptions, but I'm not misogynist." "It's alright, holmes," Gringo said. "To answer that question, the Lane girl did went to the police station to file the case, but unfortunately, neither Tamara nor Romano were arrested and sent to jail."

"What? Why?"

"One possibly known excuse was that Sereena loved her mother, despite Tamara's past as a whore and shits, and she didn't want her mother to be sent away to jail, because it was out of respect for her mother or something and, fearing that their relationship might be strained again if she spoke of what she felt about Romano, she kept her mouth shut. So yeah. That's what happened."

"Guess that choice proved to be the wrongest thing she had ever done," James lamented. "She could have just leave that bitch of a mother and cuts her off completely. Her mother is no mother, she's a total, mouth-wrecking prat. Let it strained further till' it's gone. There's no excuse to love someone like that." Gringo nodded in agreement. "You could say that again."

"What happened to Tamara and Romano afterwards?" James inquired. "Well, Tamara died in Doherty and, apparently Romano got killed by the Reaper Man," Gringo answered. The reply got James's eyes lit up. "He was killed?"

"Si, the Reaper Man just decapitate Sanchez for what he did to Sereena. Pretty grusome if you ask me." Gringo replied.

James couldn't help but smirk. Guess that prat Sanchez deserved it. "You seem happy," Gringo said, noticing the smirk. "Well, Sanchez deserved to die though," James replied. "What about El Burro?" "He was killed too, but not by the Reaper Man," Gringo said.

"Who killed him then?" James asked. "By the Harwood Butcher, Tommy Vercetti," Gringo said. "Now that I mentioned, he probably destroy more VHS tapes in Vice City." The Harwood Butcher, that Italian mob bastard he had encountered earlier, killed the Diablo leader, and destroy more surviving tapes as well. Guess he does spare Claude some slacks, eh?

"I see. Anything else I should know about, Gringo?"

"Do you know an Italian mafia boss by the name of Salvatore Leone?" Gringo asked James. James raises his eyebrow of the name. Salvatore Leone, that name rings a bell.

"Not much, I heard he was killed years ago. Why do you ask?"

"Salvatore Leone, the late Don of the Leone crime family, was in fact the father of Sereena Lane, but he was already married, twice, and once widowed, and have a son named Joey Leone," Gringo pointed out. "What?" James said in a confused shock. "Yeah, my friend told me that Salvatore is having an affair with Tamara, behind his late first wife's back years ago, but when she got pregnant with Sereena, Salvatore told Tamara to get rid of it, but she didn't and-"

"And because of that, once Sereena was born and the whole story from the sexual abuse by Sanchez and ended up in dirty film and shits and later, she began searching for her real father, which is Salvatore, right?" James added. "You sum it up quick," Gringo said.

"Sort of," James admitted with a shrug. So, Sereena Lane was a bastard child of Salvatore Leone. How interesting. But something was odd.

"How did the Reaper Man and the Harwood Butcher knew the existence of those tapes?"

"When the Diablos found out that Sereena arrived in Liberty City in search of her birth father, they start sending out those boxes containing the tapes and apparently, was watched by many people who found the tapes, from Liberty to Vice City, and probably San Andreas I dunno. Because of that, people viewed Sereena as, well, not as a pure angel as it seems, well some of them. Too much holes were penetrated."

"So, the Diablos were attempting to blackmail Sereena. Why? Because of her 'involvement' with Sanchez and El Burro?"

"Close, but to me, they want to get Sereena back, I think."

"I see," James said. "Where are the Leones now anyway?" "They're probably still in Liberty City, the don is Salvatore Leone's legitimate son, Joey," Gringo replied affirmatively. "Or perhaps moved here to San Andreas, I can't say. Why?"

"Nothing, just asking," James said with a shrug. "Well, thank you for telling me about this content of the CD and its... 'surprising' stories behind it. For a dealer like you, you really hear and see a lot of stuff around."

"No prob, holmes," Gringo said. "That's my thing. By the way, aren't you gonna throw it away? It really makes you sick."

"The CD? Well, I want to, but thanks to it, and you, I know its history right here. So, I have something else in mind to do with this," James replied as he stuffed the CD back in his pocket. "Besides, I already paid for it. But I don't mean, wanna watching it again, mind you."

The two later said goodbyes to each other and as James is about to depart, Gringo suddenly asked, "Why you want to see the Reaper Man for? Do you have a history with him?"

James turned to Gringo and smiled. "I do, but my history with him, is a lot different." And with that response, James walked away, leaving behind Gringo, who is now curious as he watches the British man gone.

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Two screenshots in one fic, I dunno which one's tiring. This is what a dealer looks like and yes, I named him Gringo because, well, the Cartels called Claude 'gringo' while he was being attacked and chased by the Cartels. Really annoying bastards... 😅

Letting out a sigh, as he heads his way back to his apartment, passing by was a dealer, who noticed James, and the dealer starts calling out to him. "Hey señor! Over here."

James stopped in his track when he turned around and sees the dealer raising his hand to him. James looked around, thought that the dealer called someone else, but ended up point at himself in curious.

"Yeah you! Come over here," the dealer beckons. James walked up to the dealer, who is identified as Mexican, by the accent he speaks. "I know you, you're looking for The Reaper Man, are ya?" the dealer asks him. "Who's asking?" James asks him back, in a not interested tone. Surprisingly, the dealer thought James was going to ask how did the dealer knew about it. Guess the British man already knew that.

"Well, I got something to show you," the dealer began. "If it's about drugs, I ain't interested in those things anymore," James said. He remembers that time he was an addict to wizz but decided to go into rehab and overcome the addiction because he had enough of those in his life. It really gives him paranoia and delusions.

"No, no drugs holmes," the dealer replied. "Something's special for you." "Well what is it then? Whatever it is, I ain't interested in things," James said impatiently, crossing his arms. The dealer unzips his bag and takes out a small CD case containing a CD inside. On the case has a paper tape on it written in red marker.

ROMANO'S SPECIAL

James raises his eyebrow as he took the case from the dealer's hand and inspect it. "'ROMANO'S SPECIAL'?" he reads the title before turning to the dealer. "What is it, some sort of a movie or something?"

"It's an exclusive movie, señor," the dealer began. "The film was made by a guy named Romano Sanchez, claimed to be an adult star some sort, alongside the Diablo leader, El Burro, filming with every beautiful girls. They made bunch of copies like this one on VHS tapes, but me think all of them were destroyed, except this CD."

"Let me guess, it's a bleedin' porn film, and you want me to watch this piece of poncie crap, right?" James began with a snark tone. "Then, why me, why not anyone else wanna watching it? I'm not a porn addict, you know?" 'Well technically, we prefer jokes and taunts about it and other things instead. Quite subtle.' James thought truthfully.

"I know, señor. But this is a good stuff," the dealer said. "What's more good stuff than this bloody thing?" James groaned in annoyance. "Well, señor, you might be surprised that one of the girls you knew was in the film," the dealer stated. "She really got screwed up with a lot of men in that scene."

"Such as?" James inquired. One of the girls that he knew? Who was it?

"One of the girls with the Reaper Man, was actually the same girl in the film," the dealer replied.

This sudden reply got the British man's attention. "The one with the Reaper Man? You mean... Sereena Lane?"

"Si señor, that's the one," the dealer replied affirmatively. "My amigo told me that he saw that same woman walking out of Luigi's with that Reaper Man. He recognize who she was because he watches this film and later, he was actually standing quite close across the streets to Luigi's." "And you actually confirmed his story that Sereena Lane was in fact, the same Sereena in this film?" James asked. "Of course señor, I do," the dealer said. "He gave me this CD and I watch it. She was the only girl there, what a hot shot she was."

James stared at the CD for a bit before asking, "Why you gave it to me then? You like watching this stuff, don't you?"

"I do, but I watch it so many times I grew bored out of it," the dealer said. "I lost count how many times I spunked my pants there. That's some good shit, though."

James groaned in disgust before changing the subject. "How much is this... thing cost?"

"For you, it's a free of charge, señor," the dealer said. James looks at the him suspiciously and takes out his wallet and pays the dealer $2000 in cash. "Keep the change, and don't tell anyone about this. They knew me, and inverted, well sort of. Got that?"

James walked away with the CD in hand, leaving behind the dealer, who's in shock by the amount of money he was paid by the British man.

Later, after returning to his apartment, James hung his hat on the hat rack and relax on the couch. He takes the CD case out of his pocket and stared at it.

''ROMANO'S SPECIAL', huh?' he thought. 'Let's see what special about it, you sick bastard. I hate it.' He didn't want to watch it, but if the dealer is telling the truth, then there'll be lots of questions. If Sereena was in the film, then why? And how? And yet, who is this Romano Sanchez character? The dealer said he was an adult film actor, or so claimed to be, but why this Sanchez guy has to do with Sereena?

Without waiting any longer, James opened the CD case and insert the CD inside the CD Player. He went back to the couch and picks up the remote and turns the TV on, but lowers the volume down so no neighbours will here him.

The TV starts showing static on the screen before later shows the title on the screen:

SEX WITH DIABLOS

"The hell is this?" James asks himself, as he watches the scene runs further.

In the scene, it appears to be a girl was seen dancing on a stage in a private room. Strangely, she didn’t seem to be herself, or was she? He noticed every move the girl made as her body slithered into the pole had got him curious. The girl was moving like she was being forced, struggling to spread her legs and constantly covering her chest, by the look of it. Which is probably a good thing, atleast.

Seeing the background, it looks like no other women in this film, only her, and her alone. From the camera angle, he could see who was watching her. One was wearing a red bandana, and the other wore a blue one. Their clothes… he recognized who they were.

'The Diablos?' he thought. He had seen the Diablos before. From the newspapers. What are they doing in there for, watching the girl dancing? How perverted they are.

Suddenly, one of the Diablo men grabbed the girl’s wrist and hauled her toward him. The moment James saw the man pull his pants down and starts performing sex acts on her, he starts to gag and quickly paused the film, before immediately get up from the couch.

'Good bloody God! That's horrible.' he thought in horrid and disgust, looking away from the TV while clutching his stomach as he tries not to throw up. His face slowing turning pale and green. Man, that's one awful film ever made. He takes deep breath, trying to gain composure and the green on his face slowly fading away.

Once he finally composed himself, he looks at the TV screen, where the video had paused on that scene, but only seeing the girl's face a bit clearly. He moved closely at the screen to take a closer look at the girl's face. Then, he noticed something. That girl, she looks so familiar.

At first, he thought it was just a product of his imagination, or some sort, but when he moved closer, he saw her face as clear as day. Freckles on the cheeks. Light orange hair. And those hazel eyes... seeing them start forming tears...

Then, it clicked together.

Sereena...

Surprised by the discovery, James slowly back away from the screen. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Sereena Lane, the girl who fell for the Reaper Man, Claude Speed, and had two children, was in the film? Questions start swirling in his head.

Was she a former porn actress? If so, I thought she was innocent at first, but why she looks so uneasy, harassed and afraid, to the point where she's about to cry in the film? Was she just acting or... an actual victim of sexual abuse?

Feeling confused and disillusioned, he went back to the couch and picks the remote up and turns the TV off. He drops the remote down, picking up the CD case and went back to the TV and ejects the CD from the CD Player. As he picks it up, he placed the CD back inside the case. The film really cause quite a bleedin' stir, even from a single CD.

"I never, EVER, watch this piece of fucking piece of dirty crap again!" James quietly swore. But something else got into his mind. The dealer said all of the film inside the VHS tapes were destroyed, but how did it get into the CD without noticing it? And yet, who did destroy those VHS tapes? Was it Claude? Or someone else with him?

Looking at the clock on the wall above him, and realising it was late, he places the CD case beside the TV and head inside his room to sleep.

'Tomorrow I'll be seeing the dealer again. He might have answers regarding this filthy movie, and Romano Sanchez.'

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Finally, another GTA The Legend Unbound fic was made. I accidentally this one and it really frustrates me. So I rewrite it, and later change the sentences. Also, I copypasted the sentences from one of the chapters from ashmirkier's fanfic: The Reaper Man, but with changes and addition for James's point of view.

A fanart for @iwkmulila236, based on a Tumblr profile picture.

Chibi Claude Speed & Jack Branning. So kawaii~