Jacks Levy

Skipper · July 11, 2020

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Name: Jacks Levy
Alias(es): -
Date of birth: 28/DEC/2000
Gender: Male
Nationality: Turkish
Language(s): English, Turkish

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(28 December 2000)

It's was a cold winter night. The sky was grey. People in Istanbul were happy, the hospital was surrounded by a huge crowd of people.
"He's born! Finally!", is what was kept being screamed by the people. Jacks Levy was born.
It was a magical day in Istanbul as Jacks Levy is not just a person. He was born with a gift of god.
Jacks Levy was the son of a very rich family. The Levy's. He was the youngest in the family, of course.
He was promised the money, the love and all the attention...
Jacks his father, Mustafa Levy, was the owner of a huge real estate company, 'The Levy' in Istanbul, Turkey.
Mustafa was always very busy with his business, and had barely time for his own family. He leaves early in the morning and arrives late in the evening.

The Levy's were known as the most generous people in the neighbourhood, The neighbourhood where all the Levy's grew up, Balat, was known as an old school, poor and kind of left behind neighbourhood. Of course people could not afford to leave so they stayed there since there was no choice. The neighbourhood was far away from the city, you could say it was more likely a village.

As this neighbourhood was not the richest one out there, people lived in a struggle. People do everything for their bread.
Everything was being sold in the neighbourhood, from women selling their bodies, to men selling all kind of weaponry. Some sling the white coke, some sniff it. Some rob, some raid. But for what exactly? Everyone was from the same street, same neighbourhood. Everyone saw each other as family and that was how they survived, despite of the others who were hostile and were only hungry for money even though their belly was filled with food.

As mentioned before, the Levay's were known as generous people. They used to supply people who were in straitened circumstances, the ones who did not have enough money to be able to afford their daily food or even electricity. The Levy's supplied those people with the needed.

Now there might rinkle a question in your head: How did these people pay their bills for the house? The rent?
Well your answer is: not. The neighbourhood was owned by the Levy's and no one had to pay rent. Mustafa Levy earned enough from his real estate company so he never asked for rent from the people from the neighbourhood.

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(28 December 2015)

Many years later. Jacks has grown up and it was Jacks' 16th birthday. Still being loved by everyone around him, still the same people. Some have passed away, some new faces but the most were the same faces he would never be able to forget.
Jacks loved the people around him and they did the same in return.
They were having a great party in their backyard. Everyone was there except one person and it's not the first time he was not around. Jacks' dad, Mustafa.
Jacks was very mad. He wouldn't appreciate it how his dad treated the people around him as nothing and about the fact that he was always busy with his business and the company. Of course this was their way for their bread but it felt like his dad was never there.
Jacks was furious and just left the party and took the first taxi cab, enroute to the building of The Levy. As soon as Jacks arrived, he ignored everything around him and went straight to the highest floor by using the elevator. During the time, when he was in the elevator, all kinds of sounds could be heard. From explosive sounds to gun shots to screaming people; it was an assassination.
Jacks arrived on the 68th floor and the first thing he sees after the elevator doors slid open:
His father with multiple gun shots in his chest, being dragged by men in black suits with black masks and black gloves on, covered with blood. These men had no mercy and immediately shot Jacks twice in his stomach. Jacks passed out and dropped on the floor...

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(08 January 2016)

"Dad? Mom?", Jacks said. A surgeon appeared in front of him as soon as he opened his eyes. He looked around him, and got concerned right away. He was not in a hospital. It was white room but nothing what a surgery room nor a hospital looks like, "Where am I?", he asked himself in his head. The surgeon looked at him witha smile on his face. "I'm glad you stayed with us and did not follow up with your dad, kid", the man said. Jacks immediately started dropping tears and asked where his dad went. "Ah kid, it's not that easy...", the surgeon replied. "Do you know what your father did?", he asked.
Jacks looked at him all confused, but deep inside he knew his father's work was not clean and he had a feeling he did something that was the reason of his death. "Your father wasn't a nice man.", the surgeon said. "Maybe you're not in the mood right now to get into this subject but if you knew what your father did you wouldn't ever want to look in his face again.", the surgeon said. "What are you talking about man?", Jacks replies.
"Your father was the lead of an illegal ogranization that used to roll on drug-trafficking and paid assassinations. Your father's company was only made to launder the money.", the surgeon said. "Your father has laundered over $50.000.000 USD. Do you know how much that's worth in our country? A lot. But where did he get all this money from, you might ask yourself.", the surgeon said.
Jacks was all confused how he ended up in , what looks like, a basement having a conversation with someone he does not know about how bad his father was and why he died. He kept thinking about the fact he was talking to the man who was a part of the death of his father, he thought. "Why?". "Why did you kill my father?", Jacks asked.
"Oh kid, you think I have killed your father? I am not saying I was not a supporter of it but it was not me. Your father has been scamming severe people with his real estate. Even on top of that, he gave his men orders to assassinate the leader of The Mexican Cartel, which they did.". "The Mexican Cartel is not a joke, son. We hunt you down", the surgeon said.
Jacks looked at the man and was just shocked about everything he heard.
"Are you from The Mexican Cartel?", Jacks asked. The surgeon nodded.
"If you are really from The Mexican Cartel, how come you're here in Turkey?", Jacks asked.
The surgeon looked suprised. "Kid, are you even aware of that you're in Mexico right now?", the surgeon said.
"What? How? What do you mean? And my family?", Jacks replied.
"Sorry kid... They bombed your neighbourhood. It was a massacre, a big chaos. No one survived... There was a party ongoing the night they attacked your neighbourhood is all I heard. It's all over the news.", the surgeon said whilst looking into Jacks' eyes, dropping a tear himself.

Jacks' life just flashed in front of his eyes. He saw his mother, father, everyone he loved just passing by, knowing they are all gone...
Thinking about all of this was very heavy for Jacks so he passed out very fast.

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Jacks woke up. He felt better than he did the same morning. He got up out of bed and as soon as he got on his feet a huge pressure was felt on his stomach. He raised his shirt and saw two treated gun shot wounds. He did not remember a single thing how it happened. Anways, moving on.
Jacks walked out of the room and saw an elevator which he entered. He pressed on "Ground Floor" and the elevator went up.
He stepped out of the elevator, and saw all kinda of dead bodies on the floor. He got scared and got shocked as he was not very stable yet and he was about to pass out but he did not. He couldn't hear anything so he assumed the shooters already left. He looked outside the windows and it looked nothing like Turkey. He just did not know what to do.
He looked around him, and realized there was an envelope on the desk with a red X on it.
He turned the envelope around, it said: "FOR JACKS".
Huh? For Jacks? Yes. For Jacks.

Jacks opened the envelope and saw a letter and something behind it...

"Hi Jacks. If you're reading this that means you're fine.
Don't worry about the things that have been going on recently, it's all going to be alright. Trust me.
If you look inside the envelope you will find a plane ticket, which leaves today 7PM. I have left an ID in this envelope as well, to pass the identity check in USA. Yes you will be flying to USA. In the meanwhile I will be there already, I wanted to stay there and help you to fly together but there wasn't that much time and police has been looking for me all over the place. I couldn't stick too long, I had to leave and I'll probably have to stay under the radar for a while.
Come to Los Santos and find me, brother."

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