Donnie Dark

Ah shit, here we go again.

"That's A Promise!" "Were actually going to have to cut this man's fingers off aren't we?" Donnie asked his wife, looking over his shoulder at her for confirmation. The common car thief was back and a few days ago he upped his list of crimes to murder. Just so happened to be a old family member and Donnie was itching for the chance to rip him a new one. The little rat scurried his way over to Donnie's new car and began to pick the lock, scratching the brand new paint job. Reeling in his fishing line as fast as he could Donnie rushed over to confront the man but he was quick and was already on his bike attempting to ride away. Giving the front wheel of the bike a kick Donnie scooped the man by his shirt collar asking him" Are you fucking stupid? Flipping the situation almost instantly the rat responded "that was quite rude of you." as he pushed away from Donnie's grasp. A few more choice words were exchanged before Donnie's good friend jay pulled up. As more empty threats were thrown about Jay made his presence known after Jim hinted at wanting to kill Donnie and asked "Is that a threat?" and with out hesitation the rat responded "That is a promise." as he promptly hopped back onto his bicycle and scurried off to the hole he came from. Realizing that he didn't learn his lesson from being kidnapped the first time Donnie rolls over to face his wife, asking her if she thought it was appropriate to move him to from a LPT (Low profile target) to a HPT(High profile target). Rolling over as he closes his eyes, Donnie hopes for the new day to bring some salvation.

All About the Money Donnie woke from a slumber with a smile on his face. Now with a lady and a family by his side, no matter what it seemed. He had recently been promoted to head of drugs through the simple fact of him owning a personal lab consisting of 29 weed tables and the know how to run it. Spearheading this role head on he poured all himself and his time into bringing Salvation above water for the first time in a while. From the moment he woke to the second he laid his head down all he could think about was the numbers: the reimbursements, the gross, the profit, the pay outs... all on him in such little time. It became all he could think about because the drug money seemed to be the only thing keeping them afloat. Hours and days were spent slaving away just to keep his family members' bellies and out of prison with their cars out of impound. Had it not been for the angel that continues to aid him daily he would have gave in long ago. Weeks continue to pass as the production grew to numbers unheard of for families as small as Salvation. The Ballas took notice and began to help and assist Salvation as long as they continued to provide the the same numbers. Over this same span of time Salvation's leadership had seen a major restructure twice leaving fractures amongst the old and the new. Some lost in the past, others too hellbent on the future and what it holds with Donnie and his lady stuck in the middle. Donnie was ashamed, almost embarrassed just to look at her for he knew why she joined and this was not it. Doing what he knows best, Donnie buried himself back into the drugs continuing to crank out enough product to keep Salvation alive. Soon money plagued his mind because they all needed it and he was tired of him and his newlywed wife handing out hundreds of thousands of dollars of their own hard earned money to family members just so they could function but they were family so Donnie continued to provide. After awaking Donnie was instructed to head over to NOOSE headquarters for a meeting with an organization called LNF. In a hurry, Donnie got dressed and was soon at the garage of Eclipse towers where he passed their current leader. With quick wave at Messiah and a knot in his stomach, Donnie was off to the meeting. Upon arrival he was caught up to speed on what had occurred and why their leader was no longer at the meeting. What seemed like seconds after the conversation had stopped a cry that sent shivers down donnie's spine was heard over the radio. "He shot them" followed by words drowned by tears. The only information available was headquarters. Donnie was the first one to arrive followed by the LNF members they had just met with. Rushing up to the floor he waited for the others. A plan was devised and they entered only to be greeted with a gun in their faces. Messiah had gone AWOL and shot and killed a member of high command while another had taken their own life. Ladybird was sitting in the corner crying her eyes out for she had seen it all. "Why?" Donnie asked as he pointed his .50 at Messiah to buy time until Chase arrived. "All you cared about was the money," was the only response Donnie was given before Messiah opened fire and was met with a firing squad. Injured and bleeding out quickly it seemed as though there was still no rational thoughts running through Messiah's head as he spit on Chase before repeating what he said to Donnie, " All you cared about was the money." Chase pulled the trigger one last time and Messiah was gone.With tears in his eyes donnie scrubbed himself of his brothers blood in the upstairs bathroom while staring at himself in the mirror. He sparked one of Dallas's cigarettes that T had retrieved from his corpse. "The family was already fractured enough, what would come of them now" he thought. The leader of LNF spoke up getting everyone in order and ready to leave. As everyone filed out the door Donnie grabbed a bottle of vodka from the nightstand, taking a swig while pouring the rest out onto the bed, he took one final drag of the cigarette as he flicked it on top watching the bed burst into flames before leaving hastily. As the night came to a end, everyone was tired and emotionally raw. Wanting nothing more than a shower and a pillow for his head Donnie and his wife headed home. As they laid there discussing all that had transpired he knew so much more was going to be expected of them now. As he closed his eyes Donnie couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring

No one escapes tragedy unscathed but in the case of Donnie Drakk, his tragedies nearly burnt him to a pile of ash on the floor, ready to be swept away and forgotten. The death of his parents and high school sweetheart could have been the end of him and in some ways, it was. A piece of himself died with them and he had given up any hope of a bright future. He arrived in Los Santos at the urgings of friends and the prospect of an underground racing community but even the flashing lights of the city and the roar of engines flying down the street couldn’t wipe away the memories of all that he had lost. It was nearly inevitable walking down the path he traveled: a life of crime, the joining of an organization called The Clowns, a list of felonies underneath his belt. Donnie had accepted perhaps this was the best life has got. After all, he was surviving. Not really living seemed a small price to pay for a heart continuing to beat in his chest. His story could have easily ended there, lost in an endless sea of tedium and necessity only to finish as quietly as it had started, with his new found friend leaving the clowns as they slowly fell apart. Had it not been for the chance meeting of a wonderful lady at the toll booths, he would have left the city for good. Just the sound of her voice would leave him with a smile for days. A few weeks had passed without hearing from anyone, including the lady from the toll booths; he continued to focus on making money after leaving the clowns. He got a phone call from the friend that left before him, “ hey buddy, got a proposition for you.” His friend had joined a new organization going under the name of Salvation, they were supposed to be different from the other low life gangs that ran the city. “A spark of light in the dark” is what caught Donnies attention. Ending the phone call he stopped at a store and grabbed some drinks and an extra burger hoping he would find her in the spot they last met. Giving it some thought after sleeping on it Donnie called up his friend in Salvation, “I’m in” he said. After a few quick words Donnie was instructed to meet his friend down at the pier where he would have a talk with the head of recruitment.“ If T says your family, then you are family.” he was told. Without hesitation, Donnie accepted his Salvation.