I really liked the game Mafia 2, in everything except the ending. I liked its essence, but I didn’t like the execution at all, so without further ado I decided to try to write my own version. The essence remains, but the execution is a traitor. I welcome criticism, both positive and negative, but fair and justified. Keep in mind this is my first experience so be merciful and also forgive for mistakes this is pathological. I don’t think anyone needs to talk about the spoiler.
For an alternate ending, an alternate intro is required. So when you view the album, the story will begin just like in one of the videos circulating on the Internet long before the game’s release.
PART 1 INTRODUCTION. (It was Christmas Eve)
The day turned out to be quite cold and snowy. The streets of Empire Bay were covered in snow, the roads were covered in ice, and a seemingly harmless blizzard was gaining momentum, only to degenerate into a serious blizzard. Nevertheless, the residents of the city still hovered near the church in order to confess and leave all their sins in the outgoing year, so that they could commit new ones in the new year.
Everyone was in a festive mood, everyone except one person. He was a tall man, wearing an expensive coat, a stylish gray color, and a matching wide-brimmed hat, pulled down over his eyes so that no one could see his face, only his chin and mouth, which seemed to never smile. He also came to confess.
A moment later, the man entered the confessional, closed the door behind him, sat down on the bench and froze. It was very quiet and peaceful in this small wooden room. This spiritual idyll was disrupted by the sound of a square opening moving away in the left wall, behind which, through a thin fabric, the silhouette of a priest could be seen.
A moment later, the stranger in the hat (now holding it in his hands) spoke.
-Forgive me holy father, I have sinned. I haven’t confessed for a long time and my conscience is not clear.
-Tell me about your sins, my son. – It’s as if the priest sang, addressing the “sinner” by face.
-I don’t even know where to start, I have a lot of them.
-Start from the beginning.
-From the very beginning, oh well. — The stranger sighed heavily, caught his breath and continued. – My name is Vito Scaletta, I was born in Sicily..
PART 2 GAME EVENT (COMPLETE THE GAME)
PART 3 CLIMAX (Joe and Vito leave the building where they just killed Falcone and were put in different cars)
Vito’s instincts were correct when he sensed something was wrong. The car in which Joe was being transported turned off the road towards the countryside, and the car in which he, Leo and Pepe were sitting also turned there.
-What’s going on Leo, where are they taking us?. – Vito finally decided.
Leo looked blankly out the window at the flickering trees growing on the side of the country road.
-Don’t worry Vito, everything is fine, just one formality left. – Leo answered without ceasing to look at the trees, the leaves of which began to sway from the beginning of the rain.
Vito didn’t like the way Leo said it, there were notes of sympathy in his voice, and the way Pepe burned Vito with his gaze clearly made it clear that everything was far from okay.
I wonder what kind of formality remains, for the sake of which you need to go into the wilderness away from prying eyes: Vito thought, but did not say out loud. There was no point in making an already bad situation worse. Leo, meanwhile, was still admiring the landscape, although he most likely simply did not want to look at the doomed Vito. Meanwhile, the rain was gaining momentum, the first lightning flashed, and a thunderstorm began.
Finally the cars stopped next to an abandoned gas station. Vito saw how three of Leo’s people got out of the first car and began to push Joe out of the car, he, in turn, covered them with obscenities and tried to escape, but even so, they pulled him out of the car and he, stumbling head over heels, fell into a puddle.
-No nonsense. – Pepe threatened, seeing Vito’s https://megaspielhallecasino.co.uk/ look of determination.
-What’s going on Leo. – It was impossible to make the situation worse, and Vito stopped standing on ceremony. – We didn’t agree that way.
-Get out of the car. “That’s all Leo said, walking out through the door kindly opened for him, by one of the henchmen, who was already holding an open umbrella at the ready.”.
Vito immediately jumped out of the car, Pepe followed him, keeping his distance. Joe had already stood up and, brushing himself off, simultaneously cursed at his offenders.
-Well, the bitches ruined my suit, Vito. – Joe noticed a friend rushing towards him. – Vito, what the hell is happening?
-Calm down Joe, I’ll sort it out now.
-Yes, be so kind, these freaks ruined my suit.
-Joe shut up. Leo.- Then Vito, with a questioning expression on his face, turned towards Leo. – What’s happening?
Leo stood under an umbrella with an impenetrable expression on his face, as if nothing was happening, but there was discontent in his eyes, bordering on anger.
-We didn’t agree like that. – Vito, who had a very shabby look, continued to bend his head, Joe was silent, he realized that the situation had become tense and now was not the time to joke. – You promised me, and you owe me.
-I remember what I owe you. – Leo barked, apparently the last phrases touched him to the quick. “And I remember very well what we agreed on.”.
With these words, Leo pulled out the Colt that early Pepe had taken from Vito in the car. There was silence, Vito and Joe realized that they were about to be killed and prepared to face death with courage. Leo cocked the bolt, sending bullets into the barrel, and walked towards Vito with confident steps. The assistant with the umbrella, knowing how to behave in such matters, did not move, so Leo began to get wet in the rain. He came almost close to Vito, raindrops rolled down his gloomy, wrinkled, senile face. He raised the pistol, aimed it at Vito’s chin and pressed the button.
The magazine fell out of the pistol and fell onto the wet grass. Vito and Joe froze in bewilderment.
-We agreed. – Leo spoke calmly this time without anger. – That you will kill Carlo Falcone, as well as all the people close to him. – Leo paused again, and with a deft movement of his hand, he spun the weapon so that it was now facing Vito with the handle, after which Leo continued. – And Joe is one of these close associates. – With these words, Leo handed Vito the weapon.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared. Vito stood lost, looking at Leo. And in fact, that’s exactly what they agreed on. Vito protested with a confused grin.
-Is this a joke. – Vito looked at the Colt handed to him. – There’s no reason in the world, take it away. – Vito pushed the weapon away, his voice trembled, he was shocked.
-If you don’t do this, I’ll still kill him and you too, don’t be stupid. – Leo started to start up again.
-No. I won’t do this. – Vito calmly outlined his position, he regained his composure and confidence in his voice.
-Do you even know what it cost me to get a second chance for you, do you know what I risked by returning to the city?. – Leo was getting angrier and angrier, but he was just worried about Vito, he didn’t want the guy to be killed. “If you refuse now, even I won’t be able to help you.”. – With these words, Leo tried to put the gun in his hand, but Vito recoiled.
-I won’t kill Joe, you can kill us both, but I won’t..
-Vito. – Said the hitherto silent Joe.
Even though Joe said his name very quietly, it seemed like the loudest word spoken here. It’s all about the intonation with which Joe pronounced it and everyone felt it, and Vito especially felt it. He turned around and looked at the overly calm Joe. Until now, Vito tried not to look at Joe, he considered himself to blame for what happened, but in other respects he believed correctly.
-Listen Vito, I’m not a tenant. “Joe’s voice didn’t even waver when he said it.”.
-They will kill me anyway, there is no point in you dying too. Besides, you’ve already suffered enough because of me. First, that jewelry store, I got off, and you to the front. Then these coupons and prison, I set you up with Henry, and I got you involved in this drug deal. You warned me, but I didn’t listen. I am completely guilty before you and I don’t want anything else and your death to be on my conscience. Besides, you have a sister, think about her, what will happen to her.
While Joe was saying all this, Vito felt as if something was pressing on him, with every second he was getting worse and worse.
-Please Vito, do this for me, you have saved me so many times, and now I will help you, let me do at least something good in my worthless life, let me save you.
Never before and no one has seen Joe like this. Vito could barely hold on, his face was twisted in a pained grimace, he was unable to speak. He looked away from Joe and nodded frantically twice. What was moving him now, the desire to respect Joe’s request, or simply a cowardly thirst to live, no one knows.
He raised his trembling hand and took the Colt from Leo. The pistol shakes in your hand. Vito began to aim, but couldn’t, and lowered his hand. Never before had the gun seemed so heavy.
-Come on Vito. -Joe looks at him with his good-natured smile.
Vito pointed the pistol at his friend, his hand was shaking, Colt was shaking, a silent silence hung, only the sound of rain and the rustling of leaves could be heard. It seemed like it would never end.
-Live for both of us Vito. – Joe said quite calmly.
-Sorry Joe. – Eli squeezed Vito out of himself.
And thunder struck, but this time it wasn’t lightning. Joe exhaled for the last time and fell face down into the ground, he was dead.
All strength left Vito, he dropped the Colt and fell to his knees. Everyone looked at him for a minute, each thinking about his own.
-We’re all leaving here in our cars, no, we’ll leave everything in my car to him. – After several orders, Leo walked up to Vito, put his hand on his shoulder and patted him a couple of times, then got into the car and said from outside the window. – Yes, see you soon Vito.
As soon as they left, Vito crawled on his hands and knees to Joe’s body, turned him over and laid his head on his lap, the rain dripping onto Joe’s face and rolling down his cheeks so that it looked like he was crying. That’s when Vito got really sick. For a long time he tried to squeeze something out of himself, but his voice left him, but when he returned, Vito howled a hoarse howl.
PART 4 ENDING (BACK IN THE CONFESSIONAL HOUSE)
…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. For a moment it seemed to the Holy Father that he really heard this howl in the confessional, but it quickly died down. The Holy Father had not uttered a word since he heard the name “Vito Scaletta” and so for several hours he sat and listened, and now for three minutes they were both silent. Finally Vito broke the silence.
-I know what you are thinking, Holy Father, you think that you cannot forgive me my sins, but you are afraid to tell me this. Don’t worry at all and I’m not asking me to forgive them, I just wanted to confess. Thank you for your time Holy Father, Merry Christmas to you.
-Merry Christmas to you too Don Scaletta. – The Holy Father hastily replied.
Don Scaletta emerged from the confessional, holding his hat in his hands. He crossed himself in front of the icon and then put on his hat, but this time as expected and now anyone could see the face of the seventy-six-year-old man. Don Scaletta left the church and discovered that it was almost night, but the streets were still bright from the light of multi-colored garlands hung here and there. Adjusting his hat, he headed to the shop where a nice girl was selling flowers. He bought two roses, wished the saleswoman a Merry Christmas and smiled good-naturedly at her, which he did very rarely.
Taking the roses, he went to the luxurious limousine that was waiting for him at the foot of the church stairs. One of the people standing nearby in expensive suits opened the door for him.
-To the cemetery. – Don commanded, getting into the car.
A moment later, Don Scaletta, or simply Vito, was walking through the cemetery, looking for the right grave. Having found the right tombstone, he placed flowers on it. Joe Barbaro was written on that tombstone, Vito stood nearby and thought about the words spoken by one gangster of the thirties.
“A person who wants to get a lot out of life runs the risk of ending early.”. On the other hand, if a person does not want much from life, he risks not getting anything at all.”.