//------------------------------// // Nope, nope, nope. Soooo much nope! // Story: GTA: Released // by primeoetgrunn //------------------------------// On our way to the building on the mountain, we encountered the ruins of another building in the forest. Not planning on traversing the forest through the night or sleeping in the truck bed of my Duneloader, Bonnie decided that it would be a good idea to park the truck and find a room to sleep inside of the clearly ancient building. "Looks like a fairytale castle..." Bonnie concluded. "... if a bit needing of a little tlc." "It would be a chore to find a place to sleep in there." I looked a her. "You sure you want to leave the car for a clearly ancient and ruined castle that could fall apart at any moment?" "Yes." she said with confidence. "What level were you again?" I asked, doubting her a bit. "Pretty high, actually." Again with the confidence. "Level 24." "Level 135." I stuck out my hand. "Nice to meet ya." The look on her face was priceless after I said what my level was. I mean, seriously. You would be in stitches and on the ground just looking at that face. "You have a Zentorno?" she asked, still dumbstruck. "No, I don't have a Zentorno." I answered. "I do own all four Tornado variants, that has to count for something." "Everyone I know has a Zentorno, why don't you?" "Zentorno's have built up a rep of being owned by douchebags and triggerhappy nutjobs. I don't want to be classified as one of those, that is why I drive a JB 700 instead of a Sultan." I tried to clarify. I was met with a soft "Oh, ok." With nothing left to talk about, we entered the ruins of a once huge castle. What we saw inside, I did not expect: Large pieces of cloth hanging from rusted bars on the walls and what was left of the ceiling, small craters in the floor and fancy but damaged statues of horses with both wings and a horn. "How much would those banners cost?" I whispered in Bonnies ear. "You plannin' to loot the place?" she asked back. "We need cash and by the looks of it, this place ain't been looked after in quite some time." I explained. "It looks fancy enough to conjure up a bit of bread." "Nah, you're right." she admitted "But we need to find a place to sleep first. Let's move." Moving through the old castle, we encountered many old artifacts, most of it rendered useless by rust and corrosion. And then we hit the jackpot. Bonnie leaned against a wall in what looks to be an old library and opened a secret doorway to a nice bedroom, complete with sheets on the bed and a nightstand with a pair of gold-framed glasses on it. "Dibs on the left side." Bonnie immediatly jumped on the bed, resulting in it blowing up a huge amount of dust making the both of us cough. "Ai'ght. Sure *cough* it's yours. *cough*" I cleared my throat and waved some of the dust away with my hand. "Just, don't talk while I try to sleep." "Honey, there ain't no thinkin' of sleeping in my head." she said in a sultry tone and moved to all fours on the purple bed sheets. I just stood there, staring at her while trying to process what she just said. When I finally did get what my companion tried to tell me, a look of horror appeared on her face. "D-d-d-dude..." Bonnie pointed a slender finger towards me "Behind you!" Without thinking, I pulled out my golfclub and turned around within a milisecond, trying to hit whatever spooked my travel buddy so much. This kind of reaction speed is required in a city like Los Santos, where everyone with a personality tries to kill you. I hit nothing... but I did see what scared Bonnie: a shadowy figure in the same shape as the statues, its glowing yellow eyes looking at me like I was some sort of prey. I could hear it laugh in a way Überman would in the Impotent Rage cartoon, starting subdued but gaining volume as it went on. "Motherfucker..." I switched my golfclub for a Special Carbine and emptied four magazines into the ghostly creature, ony to hit the wall behind it. Damn, what a waste of ammo! "Foals, you cannot kill the night!" it blurted out in a clearly feminine and presence demanding voice. "Fuck you..." I flipped it off. "Oh, so much spirit and anger inside the both of you." it walked towards us "I simply cannot choose." I got the feeling we were in something we weren't supposed to, balls deep and no way to kill the problem like usual. "Clyde, what is goin' on?" Bonnie looked at me with pleading eyes "I am scared." "You think I am not shitting my jeans right now? We need to leave this joint!" I bailed for the exit of the library, running to whatever the way back to my car was, hoping Bonnie would be smart enough to do the same. When I got to the truck while taking as much hopefully valuable shit as I could find on the way, I finally grew the balls to look back the way I came. I saw Bonnie running towards me and I let go a breath I didn't know I held in and started the engine. When she got into the car, I pushed the pedal to the metal and sped off into the direction we were originally going. "I once heard some guy say: 'You forget a thousand things ev'ry day, better make sure this is one of them.' Want to join me in that?" I said when we were a bit further away from the castle. "Fuck yes." Bonnie nodded her head.