[Nobel 2008]Literature

[Violet]

Who: Tommy Corleone/EliteTerm
Why: Easily the best charachter story on Argonth RPG.

Tommy "Deaf Ears" Corleone

Tommy Greene was born in Rome, Italy, on Friday the 13th of July 1980. His Italian father, Michael, was a business man, and his European mother, Rhonda, was a stay-home caretaker. Tommy's family was struggling with the financial problems, and was receiving threats by some Local Mafia.

When Tommy was three, They earned up enough money to move to America, in search of the American Dream. They moved to a Italian Community in Liberty City, and his father was found doing some dirty work for a Italian Mafia to generate income for his family. Things were perfect, but after Tommy became six years old, his father got targeted by the Mafia he was working with, for screwing up one of the jobs that affected the alliances between a few others in Liberty City. Desperate, His dad smuggled the family onto a cargo ship bound for Vice City.

Arriving in Vice City, with the money working for the Mafia back in Liberty, his dad bought a small shabby house in Ocean Beach and his mother home-schooled Tommy, to avoid unwanted attention and to start a new life once again. Things were calm and peaceful and when Tommy became thirteen, his parents decided to step out of the darkness, because they want Tommy to be happy, to socialize with other people. Tommy quickly gained friends through basketball games and other sports, and did some kid jobs, such as getting groceries for the elders and mowed lawns, Tommy was able to learn english quickly.  

Two years later, things were normal. Tommy was in the bedroom reading up some books, his father downstairs in the kitchen reading the papers, and his mother cooking lunch. The family, unknowingly, that something bad was about to happen to them. One black Sentinel was driving from the Escobar International Airport, over the Vice Port bridge into Ocean Beach, and pulled up in front of Tommy's house. They all stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the trunk of the car and opened it. They took the M4 and AK-47s, loaded it and started firing at the house. Tommy heard a series of loud gunshots, glass pieces flying from the shattered windows, and dove down. He heard screams downstairs being drowned by the gunfire. Suddenly it stopped, Tommy was on the ground, scared and unable to move. The front door downstairs was blasted open by a shotgun and there were screams. Tommy heard his parents pleading, crying, and telling them they were sorry. Two gunfires, and everything was silent as a tomb. Tommy was crying, scared. He was starting to get up when the door to his bedroom was kicked open, and two middle-aged men wearing a business suit, one of them holding a pistol. He shoved Tommy down and held up his silenced pistol and aimed at Tommy. His heart racing, his mind scrambling to figure out this, Tommy was on the ground staring at the barrel of the gun wielded by the man, determined to kill him. The man spoke, "Good bye." and fired.

Two weeks later, Tommy opened his eyes slowly and his eyes were very sensitive to the blinding light. He blinked several times and noticed the white walls. He tried to remember where he was, and noticed that he's in the hospital, the EKG Moniter at his side, and suddenly pains shot up his entire body, and Tommy started to scream. Nurses and doctors rushed into the room and tried to calm him down and gave some painkillers. Tommy started questioning why he was here and how did he get here, and when two police officers walked in the room, and looked right at Tommy, their faces grim. "Tommy Greene?", one of the officers spoke. Tommy nodded slowly. "I regret to inform you that, your parents are dead, probably a mafia-related assassination." Tommy suddenly remembers everything, the guys shooting at the house, the final screams of his parents, and the face of the guy who shot him. Tommy started crying, and the other officer spoke, "I am terribly sorry to tell you this... but you're lucky to be alive. You were shot through the chest, near the heart. We recovered the bullet and it's on the table next to you. Tommy, I wish you to recover and good luck in the future.." Suddenly, Tommy was alone in this world, with no one to love him, to talk to him.

Three days later, Tommy is so mad at himself and blamed on himself for no reason, not thinking clearly. He got up, dealing with the excruciating pains, grabbed some of his personal effects, unknowingly grabbing the glass container that contained the bullet that tried to kill him. He slammed through a fire door down the hall from his room, and walked into the dark stormy night. He painfully walked through his neighborhood and saw his house. He fell on his knee, and stared at the dark, empty house that used to have a family. He threw his backpack containing the personal effects aside and looked up to the sky, rain pattering on him, crying with him. He looked down at the house again, and there was a lightning that lit up the area, and noticed something gleaming on the ground. He picked up the glass container and saw that it contained a bullet. The little boy inside Tommy died, and a new person has taken it's spot. He now know what his plan is. He's going to avenge his family, and brutally murder the person who destroyed his and his family's life, with the same bullet that tried to kill him.

Five years later, Tommy was driving through Starfish Island, with three of his friends in the Black Admiral. They're the respected members of the Sforza Mafia, one of the strongest in Vice City. The person sitting next to Tommy, nicknamed "Evil", is one of his best friend and partner. The person sitting behind him, nicknamed "Miami", one of the Capone in the Sforza Mafia. Tommy was approached by Miami three years ago, when he was accidentally aided the Sforza members who was in need of a vehicle during an escape. Tommy's driving impressed Miami, and offered to invite him into the family. The last person sitting next to Miami, is nicknamed "Arjun", He's a friend of Miami, and Tommy view him as a role model. Throughout the years after he became part of the Sforza Family, he has gained respect among the members of different alliances, including the Sforza Family. He has a favorable business in Remodeling and other "Jobs". In Tommy's pocket, in a small black leather case, holds the ill-fated bullet destined for his life, and now destined for another. Ever since the death of his parents, Tommy has been visiting their graves every week, leaving a red rose on the headstone.

One day Tommy decided to take a vacation, to be alone and think clearly, and to rest his torn soul. He went on vacation to San Andreas. Tommy was in rented vehicle, driving around, gathering peace and quietness to clear his mind, when he saw someone walking by in Pershing Square. Nicknamed "Wash", he was one of the members of the Sforza Mafia in Vice City, who moved to San Andreas to do some business there. He talked with Wash, telling them how things are in Vice City, and explained that he was here on vacation. Wash brought Tommy along around San Andreas, and had some talks with the Godfathers of the powerful Corleone Mafia Family in San Andreas. Tommy decided to stay longer, to learn more about how things are run in San Andreas with one of the most powerful Mafias. Tommy quickly gained many friends, and got accepted by Christ, one of the Godfathers himself. Tommy quickly grew from a vacationer with nothing on him but a few cash, into a wealthy person. The graves of the Greene Family is still being visited once a week, with a red rose on the headstone. Tommy, driving in his Black All-Terrain Huntley, with a bullet in a small black leather case, destined for his life, is still in his pocket, looking for the man who destroyed his family.

Tommy "Deaf Ears" Corleone looks through the small viewport next to him and see the city approaching slowly. "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see to your right, we are arriving at Liberty City. The seatbelt sign is now lit, so please put your seatbelts on as we prepare to landat Francis International Airport. Thank you and enjoy the rest of the flight." The intercom clicked. Tommy puts on his seatbelt and thinks back to the day it started. The day his life was changed forever.

Vice City. Mafia thugs shooting the house. The screams. The man aiming the gun at Tommy. He was supposed to be dead and now, many years after the murders Tommy has risen through the ranks in the criminal underworld, determined to find the person responsible for destroying his family. Tommy plans to return the bullet that the hitman has put in him.

During his stay in San Andreas, Tommy is currently working for the Corleone Family, one of the strongest Mafias in San Andreas. It was originally supposed to be a vacation, to take a break from the criminal work, but after meeting Wash, one of the former Sforza members, He showed Tommy around the state and introduced him to the Godfather of the Corleone Mafia. Intrested, Tommy decided to stay in San Andreas in hopes of looking for his family's killer. Months after earning respect and power in the underworld, Tommy came across a piece of information that points toward the location of the hitman. Tommy decided to follow the information and informed the Corleone Family that he is leaving for Liberty City on business.

The landing jolted Tommy out of his thoughts and prepares to deboard the plane. Looking round, Tommy heads toward the car rental service across the street from the Airport. He starts to drive out of the Airport and onto the bridge to Staunton Island. He made his way across the island toward Portland. He arrived at the Liberty Port Hotel in Harwood and checks in the hotel.

The next day Tommy was driving around Portland trying to find clues wherea the hitman is, and took a break to eat lunch at Marco Bistro's. Unaware that the Leone Mafia is controlling the restaurant, Tommy took a seat and looked at the menu
and felt a tap on the shoulder, he turned around to see a man in a suit glaring at him. "What you think you're doing?" Tommy looked at him and replied, "Getting ready to order. Are you the waitress?" The talking in the restaurant stopped and the man in the suit looked really mad. "No, I am not the waitress, I am Paulie Leone. Do you know who I am? Do you realize that you're in a wrong place?" Tommy just remembered that the Corleone Mafia used to run in Liberty City, when they moved and the few others stayed behind to create the
Leone Family. "I think I am in the right place. I am Tommy Corleone and I'm looking for someone." Paulie looked around, a little nervous atthe mention of Corleone. "Sorry to interrupt you." Paulie just walked out to the front and walked upstairs past the
bodyguards. Tommy looks around and asked for a waitress to place an order.

Shortly after the food arrived Paulie walked back to Tommy, "Mr. Corleone, The Don wishes to speak to you." Tommy, surprised by this request, starts to follow Paulie upstairs and walked past the bodyguards into a room. The lunch was being served as the Don greets Tommy. "Hello Tommy, Paulie here told me that you are a Corleone." "Yes, I have been in the Corleone Mafia in San Andreas for a while now. I've heard the history of the Corleone, that they used to run the place here." The Don smiles and replied, "Ah Yes, I am Joey Leone, Son of Salvatore, the former 2nd in Command of the Corleone back in the days. I was close to 30 years old when the Triads engaged the Corleone in a war that drove most of us out. Pop wanted to stay in Liberty City to rebuild the empire as the Leone, and I think... Danny...Daniel? Yeah Daniel and a few other men went to San Andreas to rebuild the Corleone Family. Things were going well here in Liberty City until this bastard murdered my pop, I think the Yakuza or the Forelli was behind this. Things started to fall apart, and we've been hunting that bastard who killed pop. We found him smooching with my sister, and I had him killed." "Well, I am sorry to hear that things are going downhill, but I will let Don Corleone know of this situation and maybe send some support here." Joey smiled, "Maybe we'll be back where we were in the old days" Tommy chuckles, but turned serious, "Don Leone, I have arrived here for personal reasons, and I'm looking for a
special someone, someone who murdered my family in Vice City many years ago." The Don frowns, and spoke softly, "I am sorry for your loss, and I will help you find this person, but in return, you will help me with several stuffs. Come, lets sit." The Don motioned for
Tommy to sit. After the Don took a drink of Bourbon, he cleared his throat, "Tommy, I want to apologize you first, because things aref**king falling apart, and I need a driver I can trust. After pop got killed by the person he trusted, it's very hard to find a
trustful person, but I think I can trust you, being a Corleone and all. Will you be willing to help out the Leone while I find your family's killer?"

Tommy walked out of Marco Bistro's to his rental car with Paulie and heard a laugh. "You drive that piece of shit? Comon, drive us to the lockup in Trenton, near Portland Docks and I'll get you a better ride." Tommy started the engine and, without looking, drove out of the parking lot, nearly missing a passerby and a truck. "Jesus, do you always drive like that?" Paulie squeaked, holding on to his seat. Tommy smiled, but didn't say a word as he drove toward the lockup. As Tommy pulled the car up next to two Leone thugs, Paulie rolled down the window for them to recognize him, and the thugs waved them through. "Stop here, and I'll be right back." Paulie spoke as he motioned for Tommy to stop and got out of the Idaho, and walked toward the thug with a UZI slinged over his shoulder. Paulie and the thug walked to the door next to the garage and went inside. Tommy checked his watch after waiting several minutes, and suddenly heard the garage door rolling up and Tommy saw a black Admiral driving out of the garage, and Paulie stepped out. "What ya think? You can't deny that this car is better than that heap of junk Idaho you're driving." Smiling, Tommy stepped out and tossed the keys behind and walked up to the Admiral, sliding his hand over the hood. "You're right, Paulie. This will do just fine." Tommy remarked.

While driving the Admiral, Tommy listens to the information Paulie has given him about the current situation in Liberty City, the struggle for control of the criminal underworld. "When Don Salvatore Leone was alive, things were heading into a full-blown war. The Triads, Forelli Brothers, The Columbia Cartel, and the Yakuza wanted a piece of action. The Forellis are the weakest, most of their ranked mobsters were killed; Sonny got killed by some renegade Forelli thug, which I think it was Tommy Vercetti, the infamous "Harwood Butcher". Last time I heard, Vercetti was running the show in Vice City. Go left." Paulie reminded Tommy and he turned and drove through the gates and turned right and noticed the "8BALL" Logo. "Is this some club?" Tommy questioned. Paulie chuckled a little. "Sure, if you love blowing shit up. This is the bomb shop, run by 8Ball. He's reliable and knows which explosive is suitable for each situation. Joey wants you to meet up with him tomorrow, he has some work for you." Tommy nodded, and drove out of the compound. "Where was I?" Paulie wondered, "Ah, the Forellis. Then Mike Lips, one of the Forelli capos was killed by that mute guy. Last I heard, the Forellis has ties with the Triads and The Sinccados now, as a desperate act to stay in the game." Paulie sighed, "Those bad guyes doesn't know when to give up." Tommy nodded slightly, and stopped in front of the Leone Mansion. "Nice meeting ya, Tommy. Catch ya later." Paulie gave a slight nod and walked toward the mansion.

Tommy yawned as he drove toward 8ball's shop the next morning. He parked next to the abandoned train tracks and got out. He looked around and walked toward the door while straightening his tie. He was about to knock on the door when it opened. "Oh shit!" 8Ball jumped, holding a box. "Jesus, I nearly dropped this." Tommy looked at him, then to the box. "Sorry, whats in the box? Explosives?" "No, a box of party poppers. Of course it contain explosives, you idiot. Watch where you walk." 8Ball walked toward the abandoned train tracks and placed the box next to a Idaho. Tommy followed behind, and noticed the Idaho, and somehow it looked familiar. "Isn't that the car I drove yesterday?" Tommy wondered. 8Ball took out a device with a button and looked back. "Watch this, bro." Tommy watched the box next to the Idaho as 8Ball pressed the button. There were a loud bang followed by an explosion, tossing the Idaho high, and the vehicle exploded in the air, and landed near Tommy's Admiral. "Holy shit, it almost hit my car!" Tommy yelled. "Whooooooo that was fun." 8Ball chuckled, then turned to Tommy, "8Ball" He reached out a hand. "Tommy Corleone, I was sent by Joey." Tommy took his hand and shook. "Ah, Joey told me you will be doing some work for him." "Yeah, as a favor for doing work for him, Joey will help me look for someone I have been searching for years." Tommy replied. 8Ball motioned for Tommy to follow him, "Joey asked me to fashion a 'present' for someone, and you're going to deliver it to Jimmy 'Slim Jim' Lopez, one of the capos for the Sinccado Mafia. He was responsible for the blotched deal with the Leones, which left three dead. This present will be for him." Tommy nodded, and asked, "Where is Jimmy at?" "Last I heard, he always go to Red Light District every night to play poker with some guys. His Landstalker is parked outside, Joey wants you to plant the present under the vehicle and wait until the game is over. He will get back in and drive over to one of the hideouts. From there Joey wants you to detonate the bomb when the Landstalker is in the garage. Should do enough damage to the building." 8Ball explained, "Don't let them see you follow them." Tommy nodded, and took the box. "I'll give you a call on how it went." Tommy talked back as he walked around the burning Idaho to his Admiral.

Shifting uneasily in the carseat, Tommy occasionally glanced at the box next to him, making sure it didn't explode. "Dude, just don't worry about the box, keep your damn eyes on the road." Tommy muttered as he heads toward Red Light District, scanning carefully for the Landstalker. "Comon you bad guy, just come out and show me." Suddenly the Landstalker came out of the alleyway, nearly slammed into Tommy and sped off and made a left turn into the parking lot by the apartment building. Tommy cussed as he parked by the sidewalk near the parking lot. "No wonder Joey wants him dead, he sucks at driving." As soon Slim Jim walked into the building, Tommy grabbed the box and got out of the Admiral and strode casually across the street to the parking lot. He moved silently to the back of the Landstalker, and  as he looked around carefully, he keeled down and placed the box firmly under the rear bumper. Tommy looked around one last time and calmly walked over to his car and waited for the poker game to break up. Finally, after waiting several hours, the men piled out of the apartment complex and got into the vehicles. Tommy became alert and watched them drive out into the streets, waiting for Slim Jim's Landstalker to leave the parking lot. Tommy started the engine after Slim Jim left and followed him from a distance to Chinatown, the Triads' home turf. Tommy learned about the desperate acts from the failing mafias, to work together to destroy the Leone Family. It seems that the Sinccado Mafia has a base of operations in Chinatown, with the Triads as their bodyguards. Tommy parked across the street from the marketplace at a food joint near the hospital, as he watched the Landstalker park into the garage. He waited a few minutes before taking out a remote detonator, arming the bomb. Looking at the building, he pressed the button. The ground shook as the building turned into a firework show, blowing out the ground floor, causing the building to collapse. There were a second explosion, bellowing smoke into the sky and the ground, coating the marketplace in ash and dust. By the time people nearby reacted to the explosion, the black Admiral was nowhere to be found.

=Three Months Later=

A loud applaud erupted in the Grand Room at the Leone Mansion, as Tommy Corleone stands next to Don Joey Leone, watching Paulie kiss his newly-wed bride, Ellie Jones, in a traditional Italian wedding. Tommy walked up to Paulie after the ceremony and offered his hand, "Hey Paulie, congratulations. I wish you and your wife a great life you're creating now." Tommy smiled. Paulie took his hand and hugged him, "Thank you, my friend." Tommy turned to Ellie and took her hand and kisses it, "Congratulations on your wedding. I wish you a great life with Paulie. Make sure you keep a leash on him, he's a wild one." Laughter erupted as Paulie playfully punches Tommy in the arm. "Congratulations, son. I am very proud to witness this beautiful event, your mother will be very proud of you, god bless her soul." Joey spoke next to Tommy. "Come here and give your old man a hug." Paulie came to him and hugged, as Tommy and others applauded. "Now, I have a special announcement to make." Joey spoke aloud, and waited for the room to become quiet, "Now, as we know, we have made great improvement in the Leone Family, with the help of Tommy Corleone, a dear friend of mine. It has been three months since he arrived here, and the family is now heading in the right direction. Before he arrived, the family has been struggling with the losses of our dear friends, like Toni Caprini, and, of course, the late Don Salvatore Leone... my father. Tommy Corleone here has given us hope, to continue our legacy here in Liberty City. With that, I am proud to honor Mr. Tommy Corleone as a Made Man. He deserves the respect he has earned." Don Leone turned to Tommy and shook his hand, "Thank you, Tommy. The Leone Family couldn't have done it without your aid." Don Leone, Tommy, Paulie and his new wife turned to the private photographer and posed for their picture to add to the collections of the family memories.

A hour after Paulie and his wife left for their honeymoon, Tommy walked past the crowd toward Don Leone to ask him if he will be doing any 'job' this week. Don Leone smiled, "Don't worry, take this week off, you deserve it. I'll call you up this weekend about it." Tommy nodded and walked out of the ballroom to go to the restroom. When Tommy arrived at the restroom, he heard rapid gunfire and he took out a Colt out of his jacket and leaned against the wall, looking for any attackers.  As screams are heard as more gunfire erupted, Tommy realized that it's happening in the ballroom, and sprinted toward it and just when he turned around the corner, one of the men wearing a tuxedo fired his AK47 at him. Tommy just hid behind the wall as bullets and plaster are spraying everywhere. Tommy turned and fired his weapon, hitting it in the chest and shoulder. The man collapsed, dead. More goons came out with AK47 firing at Tommy when he turned against the wall. Then silence. Tommy peeked around, and saw that the goons were not there anymore. Tommy ran toward the door to the ballroom, stopping short to see if the goon he shot is dead. Tommy then turned to the door carefully, checking if anyone stayed behind. Tommy's heart rose to his throat, as he saw bodies laying on the ground. "Good God.." Tommy spoke softly, as he walked over the bodies carefully, seeing their eyes staring into nothing. He looked around and saw Don Leone onthe ground, and ran to him. He slowly lifted Joey's head and saw that he's still alive. "Joey, are you okay? I'm gonna get help, just stay with me!" Tommy cried, as Don opened his eyes slightly, "Too... tommy.. tell Paulie I lo... love him." Don spoke quietly, "Look for Frankie. Find yo... your killer." Joey's eyes fluttered and the last breath is heard. Tommy collapsed and started to weep as the bodyguards from other parts of the mansion arrived. "What the f**k happened?" One of the guards spoke. "He's.... gone." Tommy put Joey's hand on his chest, and spoke a few Italian prayers. Sirens are heard as Tommy stood up slowly, and walked to the body of the goon he shot. Looking through the wallet from the body, he looked at the license. "Shit, that's Jack Piccoli, one of the capos for the Forelli Family." A guard spoke out. Tommy stood up and started to head out, "Time to pay them a visit. Please take care of Joey for us... for me."

"GANGLAND MASSACRE IN HARWOOD" Those words appeared on the front page of the Liberty Tree the next day, reminding many residents about the Mafia wars that occurred a decade ago. Tommy broke the news to Paulie over the phone, and told him to stay where he is, as it's safer. Tommy promised to find whoever is behind this, and to secure the arrival of Paulie and his wife back from their honeymoon for the funeral, to be held in the cliff overlooking Portland Beach.  After the phone call, Tommy slumped into the chair and stared at the wall for a few hours, before heading over to 8Ball's shop. Tommy walked up to the door and knocked, and suddenly the door opened and Tommy's staring at the barrel of a shotgun. His mind flashback to the day of the murders, the barrel of the pistol pointing at him, the assassin's stone-cold's face. "Sorry Tommy, ever since yesterday, I've seen goons driving around pretty close to my place. I can't take any chances. I am sorry to hear about Joey." 8Ball spoke. Tommy nodded slightly, "I'm here for information. Do you know a Frankie?" Tommy asked.

(( MORE TO COME ))