#sereena lane

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As time passes on, after Claude Speed explains the dream he had while holding the snake necklace in his grip in despondent and stoicism look on his face, Tommy Vercetti and Carl Johnson looked at each other before looking back at Claude while Sereena Lane looked at him in concern after hearing what he had explained.

"So… you had a dream of three men shot down by the police, which looks like British police, in the streets of London, and you recognize one of them as a guy wearing black suit and tie, and glasses with a gun. Is that right?" Tommy asked in intrigue and curious, to which Claude nodded in silence.

"And how long did you had that kind of dream?"

"Um… about when I was around… 2 and a half years old, I think…" Claude pondered in uncertainty.

"Damn, that's like 30 years ago, man. You were just a baby back then?" CJ asked in surprise, to which Claude nodded again as he response, "I saw myself as a toddler, looking up at the same man in a black suit giving me this necklace… it was all a blur. Really blur…"

"Hmm… do you know that guy's name, Claude?" Tommy asked in skeptical, but Claude shakes his head. "No… I don't know who his name was. I… I don't remember what happened. Why I had these kinds of dreams like this… whenever I had that necklace? I want to throw it away but… I think the necklace and the dream had a connection to me, something I never had the chance to know, until now…"

"Oh Claude…" Sereena puts her hand on Claude's shoulder in comfort and worry, and as Tommy pondering in silence, he finally speaks,

"Um… it might sounds ridiculous but… if that person was here, right now… what do you wanna say to him?"

"What? Tommy, it's just a dream. You can't just act like a psychiatrist or something," CJ interjects in incredulous. "What if it wasn't just a dream, CJ? What if his dream is more than that?" Tommy asked firmly, to which CJ went silent afterwards as Tommy said to Claude, "Why don't you try it, Claude? Imagine if that same guy is here right now. What do you wanna say to him?"

"Well…" Claude looks hesitate and uncertain of what to do, before he takes a deep breath and clutches the necklace and tries to imagine if that same guy in black suit and glasses was here, and as he continued muttered to himself, he heard an odd familiar voice that wasn't belong to either CJ nor Tommy, but someone else…

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END OF PART 2

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Here's the surprise! Well, not really a big surprise, but... oh well.

Rodney: Vacant! I know it was you, you insufferable oaf. I'm on a bloody throne!

Sid: LOL 😆

Sereena (@ashmirkier) and the boys: ... 😐

Just a little reference there. Can you guess what it is?

[scarletk537]

More GTA: The Legend Unbound screenshots. Also, I made Gacha version of Mike Toreno though. Not very look like him but, oh well.

What a crowd in the last picture...

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Screenshots of the GTA: The Legend Unbound, a sequel to GTA: The Holy Trilogy series, made by @ashmirkier on ao3

Also, the guy with the black glasses is Wu Zi Mu. Not very accurate though of Woozie much.

[scarletk537]

(Just a little fanfic that comes to my mind for awhile. I suck at writing fanfics.)

"Here we are, make yourself at home, dear."

The door of the apartment open wide as the man enters the apartment. Alongside there was a girl, who also enters with a curious look on her face. Inside it was different, compared to the other apartments. The wall is coloured bright grey and the books stacked on the shelf, including a clock and a tiny pencil case. There was a big blue chair and beside it was a tall plant. On the front stood a table with a bonzai tree on top. Beneath the table it was a yellow rug and the floor is green. The window has bright pink curtains tied neatly.

The girl looks around the surroundings of the man's apartment with an awe.

"Looks pretty, isn't it?" The man asked. "Much better than what's outside though. But, not bad much."

"It was nice, mister," the girl replied. She never seen an apartment that was simple and beautiful on the inside, compared to her room back at home.

"Would you like something to drink?" the man asked. "No thanks, I'll pass," the girl replied. "You sure?" the man asked. The girl nodded. "Well, I better get a glass of water, just in case if you want a drink," the man said. The girl reluctantly agreed and the man smiles as he went to the kitchen.

As the time passes, the girl stared quietly at the man, who is reading a book on another chair, not far distance from where she sat. The man look up from the book and noticed the girl is staring at her. "What's wrong, child?"

"Nothing, it's just that..." the girl began. "You're so kind to me and worried about my safety. I thank you for helping me out."

The man smiled. "It was nothing, dear. Besides, it's too dangerous for you to wait for your parents all by yourself out there." The girl lets out a sigh and nodded in understanding. It's true that standing around waiting all by yourself, without a proper company is very dangerous. Even for an innocent girl like her. But she was lucky that the man helped her.

Several hours prior, the girl was met by the man, who saw her sat in the bench by the river alone. He asks her what is she doing all by herself. She replied that she is waiting for her mother, but the man didn't see her mother arriving yet. The man, taking pity of the child, asking her to come with him to his home. The girl declined at first, but seeing how kind and generous he is, insisted to bring her with and care for her safety, she obliged and go with him.

The man clears his throat and spoke, "So, you said that your parents are Claude Speed and Sereena Lane, right?"

The girl nodded affirmatively, along with confusion. At first hours earlier, when the man asked about their names, she replied 'Sereena Lane' and 'Claude Speed', he was stunned for a moment before brushing it off. "Why do you ask that? Did you know them? Have you met them, sir?"

"Well, not really," the man said with a chuckle. "I've heard those names from the news and people in the streets. And such. But not entirely seeing them personally. I never thought one man could survive the onslaught of a bloody gang war and stuff. Pardon my language there. Sorry."

"Oh..." the girl seems a little suspicious about him. The man, seeing the suspiciousness in her, he put the book and gets up from the chair and dragged another chair and sat it facing another chair. "Take a sit, dear," the man complied as he sat on the chair. She obliged and stood up from the seat and sat on another chair, a similar chair, facing the man.

The man began. "Let me tell you about something. You see, there was a guy I met back in Britain. I forgot his name, but he is, shall I say, some bloke of a man, with a heart."

The man continues. "Just like your father, he was a criminal, but he was not the same age as your father much. A bit older than the latter. But the man somehow moved out of his criminal life and focus on new succesful life. As years go by, we both met at the cafe and have a conversation and such. Then suddenly, he told me that he wants to fly to America, and I ask why? Was it for a holiday or a business trip? He said that um... he is looking for someone."

"Someone? Who?" the girl asked.

"Someone whom, he haven't seen for such a long time. A close relative he says, whom he never met yet. Probably a long lost brother or sister something, I guess. When he told me about that, he's started to weep for a bit. He said he didn't know he had a lost relative and it was really sad, that he didn't had the chance to see that person. He wants to see how they are doing, where are they now, or something like that. I felt pity for that poor man, though I don't understand why. I comfort him and wishes him good luck before we departed in different direction," the man explained. "I don't know who is that person because he never tell me before we left apart. And that was it. That was the last time I've seen him before he left Britain to America."

After finished the man's story, the girl sat silently for a moment before asking, "Has the man found them?"

The man shook his head in response. "No, not really. Yet, he won't giving up finding them. Even if it kills him. Or... I don't know. That person is probably out there somewhere."

"Then, what are you coming here for, mister?" the girl asked. "Are you looking for that same man, or you both had in common? A lost relative in America?" The man went silent for a moment before showing a small smile. "To me, not really. Just on a holiday. Actually, before we departed, he did say to me who he shall soon find."

"Who is it?" the girl questioned with a curious look. The man's smile wasn't faded yet and replied:

"He is looking for his child. His lost child. A son, perhaps..."

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Screenshot image and the characters were made by me. Also, this is the Gacha version of Sereena's (@ashmirkier) daughter based on my drawing I post on Twitter. This fanfic takes place after the Holy Trilogy, a fanfiction made by @ashmirkier on Archive of Our Own website. The Reaper Man is finished, now that's left the Harwood Butcher and Grove Street King, I think.

[scarletk537]

A fanmade cover story of GTA: The Legend Unbound. It's a sequel to @ashmirkier's GTA Holy Trilogy fanfiction series on ao3.

Takes place after the Holy Trilogy series, when the children of the infamous criminal met a mysterious middle-aged man from another country, their lives will never be the same again.

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Got a bit too attracted to @ashmirkier's fanfiction for awhile (well, aside from romance and all, except I like action and adventure), so I kinda want to make a little sequel. Just screenshots only, don't want to spoil it.

I made a little cover fanfic using Gacha Life and Ibispaint x. I love GTA a lot so... I dunno, I can't explain it. I'm not good at explaining though. Also, I'm not good at this cover, nor thinking of any good title for the cover, so it's the best I've got.

[scarletk537]

Sereena Lane (@ashmirkier) in Gacha Version.

Not as accurate much though, sorry.

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Sereena Lane (@ashmirkier) and the Mysterious Stranger.

Little Sereena Lane taking a walk with a tall mysterious stranger. Don't worry, the stranger is very protective of her, and never let anyone harm her. He found her lost in the streets and decided to help her find her way home.

This is what Sereena look like as a child, in my mind that is. 😅

I can't say who's the stranger was (the stranger is a man, btw), so it's up to your imagination.

[scarletk537]

After the events of all adventures going on in all three cities: Liberty City, Vice City and San Andreas, the trio gangsters: Claude Speed, Tommy Vercetti and Carl Johnson are reunited together, with Sereena Lane and the two children, Cleo Speed (Claude Speed's son) and Tamia Vercetti (Tommy Vercetti's daughter), while reminiscing their past mistakes and even recalling good times they had during their adventures. However, something bothering the scene, as Claude, like usual he rarely talks in public, only personal and to people he was close with, but Claude is pondering in contemplating about something…

"Claude? Claude!"

The voice of Sereena snaps out of Claude's thoughts, which he in return his eyes to her.

"Y-yes, Reena, what is it?"

"You've quiet for quite awhile right now," Sereena asked in concern.

"Uh, Reena. He *always* a quiet one. He's the tongueless snake type of guy," CJ remarks matter-of-factly, only to be whacked by Sereena with a rolled newspaper, much to Tommy Vercetti's chuckling. "He was just saying that's all. No need to be offensive."

Then, Tommy turns his attention to Claude. "I can see that you're contemplating about something. Was it about the kids' future? I can take care of it, don't worry."

"No no, it's not that, it's um… something else. A-and not Catalina either. It's… aside from that," Claude said in uncertainty and contemplation.

"Aside from that? Like… what?" CJ asked in curious, before Claude looks at Sereena. "C-can you give me my uh… my necklace there?"

"You mean, this snake necklace?" Sereena inquired while giving the silver snake necklace to Claude, to which he replied, "Yes, that's the one."

As Claude holds the necklace in his hand, his mind went elsewhere, pondering in deep silent, with his dark eyes stare down at the necklace on his palm in contemplation, while the rest watching in confusion as what he is pondering about the necklace.

"So… what are you staring at this necklace for, man?" CJ breaks the silent with the question. "I mean… it's just a goddamn necklace though. Nothing interesting about it, right?"

"It's… it's more than just an ordinary necklace, CJ," Claude stated without looking up. "Ever since I had this necklace with me… and ever since I asleep every nights… I had this dream."

"Dream? Dream about what, Claude?" Sereena asked in confusion.

"It's… it's complicated, really. Like a loop but… very vague…" Claude described in puzzling state.

"A loop dream? Can you recall what dream you had ever since?" CJ asked. "And… what does the necklace had to do with that dream of yours?"

"Carl, easy there. If Claude said his dream is vague then we can't force him, alright?" Tommy interjects with assurance, which CJ lets out a sigh. "Yeah, you're right man."

"Though I can recall details in the dream, just not that much," Claude replied. "Atleast I can remember a bit."

"Alright, just tell us what dream do you have all this time," Tommy said as he's ready to listen, with Claude look at Tommy, then CJ, then Sereena, while the kids are still playing at the distance. After contemplating a bit, Claude lets out a sigh and response, "Alright, I'll tell you. It was… it was an old dream, like it never go away, it has to do with this necklace I've been holding for so long. And in that dream, there was a man. A man… wearing black suit and tie, glasses shine through the streets holding a gun in his hand, and those eyes… I cannot get it off my head, those glistening blue eyes lies the person, who knows that dangers are about to get him, but he never backs down without firing the shot… yet."

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END OF PART 1

[scarletk537]

Sereena Lane and the Snake Necklace. (Drawn by me, and yes, it's Sereena Lane's hand. I suck at drawing hands btw)

In this drawing, probably will be added on @ashmirkier's GTA fic, The Harwood Butcher (or maybe not), Sereena Lane (@ashmirkier) is standing in the Vercetti Estate while holding Claude Speed's black jacket, whom she still misses him, when she saw something shining inside the pocket, and once she digs her hand in the jacket's pocket, Sereena found a mysterious snake pendant inside Claude's jacket. Whose pendant is this? And why Claude has it inside his jacket pocket? Was it his, or did he stole it from someone? Why he didn't show her before he's suddenly... gone? It's a mystery, only the Reaper Man knows, if he's still here...

(Remember CJ in GTA San Andreas called Claude Speed, a 'snake without a tongue' in the mission 'Wear Flowers in Your Head'? Well, I made a coincidence/reference of that pendant drawing. But the snake pendant has a deep history behind it...)

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Something strange about this old man, something familiar about him, something that will probably struck fear in everyone's hearts and mind... but I can't tell what is it... - Joey Leone's Point of View of James May in GTA: The Legend Unbound

I'll let this one to anyone's imaginations to write any fic about this. Also, Joey Leone (GTA3) in GTA 3 fanfic 'The Reaper Man' by @ashmirkier, he should be more understandable and acceptable of how his father, Salvatore Leone, was kind of a bit of a paranoid asshole, instead of becoming an asshole himself towards Sereena Lane (OC by @ashmirkier) 🥲

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Another shitty bloody day for James, as he takes a walk in the park, trying to relax and not attempt to remember what happened last night. That movie two days ago was really sick. Really sick. It really makes him sick down to the bones. But he had to keep the CD, not because he's a porn addict, mind you, but rather, it's about her. Sereena Lane. The Lane woman, the precious love of Claude's life, the mother of his children, was actually the victim of sexual abuse and forced porn actress, and all of this, was because of that bitch of a mother of her's?! He really can't believe what he has learnt about the content, it's all thanks to Gringo the dealer he has just met earlier, but he can't get these stupid thoughts off his head.

Letting out a sigh, James kept on strolling around the park when a familiar voice calling out to him.

"JAMES!!"

With a sudden smile, James turned around and his eyes lit up when he sees Tamia and Cleo rushed up to him and they all embrace together. As they broke off the embrace, James looks at the children with a happy and kind smile. He really missed these two children, like he didn't want them go.

"What are you two doing here, kids?" James asked the children. "We saw you return to the park, so we decided to get to you!" Tamia replied to James. "We missed you, James," Cleo added. "Where have you been? We thought you went back to London."

"Nah, you two, I haven't leave back to London, yet," James replied to the children while giving Tamia a stroke on the head. "But I'm still here though. I missed you all so much. Come here you two!"

James and the children embraced together again and James couldn't help but smile as they hugged each other tightly. This is first time James have felt to this moment with Tamia and Cleo, like they're all mean something to him. Something more precious than other things in his life. And he wanted to cherish that moment forever.

They finally broke off the embrace and James smiled at the children. "Why have you come here for? Are you looking for me?" he asked them. "Well, James, we were wondering about what've you told my sister earlier and both of us, so um..." Cleo trailed off the sentence, causing James to raise an eyebrow in curious, before realizing what Cleo meant. "Oh I see, that one, I get that," James said with a nod. "What's the matter?"

"Can you tell us now, James? Pleeaassee??" Tamia asked James, like begging for James to tell her and Cleo. James lets out a sigh as he gets on his feet. "Alright, you really want to know me better, don't you?"

"Yes, James!" Tamia and Cleo said eagerly in union. "Please tell us!" James couldn't help but letting out a chuckle. "Alright alright, hold your horses, kids. I'll tell ya all about it," James said with a chuckle. This is it, it's been so long since he haven't told the children about him. Thus, he finally get to tell them, without any disturbance.

Except... this disturbance...

"Cleo! Tamia!"

Ah bugger it. James's face suddenly faltered in annoyance when Tommy Vercetti arrived in the park, again, ruining their silence. 'This prat is started to get on my bleedin' nerves right now.' James thought in annoyance.

"Uncle Tommy? What are you doing here for?" Cleo asked Tommy. "Well, I'm taking you guys to the amusement park, you know, hanging out with Uncle Tommy Vercetti, eh?" Tommy said in amuse tone, much to James's dismay and irritation. Then, Tommy sees James with the children and realized who he was. "Hey, you're the same old man meeting the kids, are you?"

"So? What's the problem with that?" James asked Tommy with a calm tone. "I'm talking to these kids here. What are you even here for, Mr Vercetti?" "I'm the kids' Godfather, sir. I can do whatever I want to," Tommy said with a sound of an authority and pride, which James doesn't buy it at all.

Tommy then turned to Tamia and Cleo and said, "Come on you two! Let's go to the amusement park. We're gonna have some fun together." As Tommy is heading back to the car, Cleo lets out a groan in dismay as he and his older sister, Tamia, is about to leave James again without giving him a chance to speak to them. Without hesitation, James reached his hands out and placed them around their shoulders, and said to Tommy in a calm, but slightly threatened tone, "I'm afraid I can't let you do as you please, Thomas Vercetti."

Tommy stopped in his tracks and turned around to see James placed his hands around Cleo and Tamia's shoulder, preventing them from leaving the park. "Hey! Why are you holding the kids for? When I said they go with me, they go," Tommy said with a raising authority tone, like he is some sort of a drug boss kingpin.

James couldn't help but smirk. "Really, Tommy, you really think I could just standing here watching you take this children away from me? Pathetic."

"Hey you better watch your mouth there, bud!" Tommy said with an annoyed tone. "I'm their Godfather, and they are my responsibility, not you!" James lets out an amused snort while showing a smirk on his lips.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy..." James began, before turning to Tamia and Cleo. "Kids, could you stand behind me? I need to talk to your... 'Godfather'." The children looked curious at each other but decided to stand behind him, much to Tommy's disbelief. James clears his throat and start talking.

"I've heard all about ya, from being the notorious Harwood Butcher to one of the most powerful drug kingpin of Vice City. Yes, yes, I really heard about you. But too bad, your life is nothing more than a pathetic waste of life with cokes, drugs, prostitutes, and many other things in life. You are all the same kinds, Tommy. All of you are."

Tommy gritted his teeth in an angry look. "Are you trying to mock me? Huh?!"

James lets out a chuckle. "If I would, that will be too easy. You Italians prats are bloody same. You always cared about booze, broads, drugs, sex and violence like it's your bloody stupid business, and couldn't care less about those who are really close to them. Heh, so much for being 'honor among theives', eh?"

"You shut up!" Tommy snapped at James. "I don't give a fuck about your point of view about us Italians, you racist fuck! I'm the drug kingpin of Vice City and you will do EXACTLY as I said. Capiche?"

James lets out another chuckle. "I'm sorry, what you said? 'Capiche'? Heh, what a stupid word. Well atleast I don't send my coke-headed buddy of mine to another place fill with different gangs and cut their ties off them. You Italians are no different, because you're nothing more than money-hungry power-hungry pigs!"

These words caused everyone, except James, in stunned. Tommy was stunned in anger while Cleo and Tamia stunned in shock and horror. They never seen James not only giving Tommy some racist remarks, but also attempted to reminded him of his past deeds.

"Why, you dick!" Tommy exclaimed in anger and hurt, clenching his fists tightly. "How dare you speak to me like that! You and your stupid racist remarks are off the line, now get lost and let go of the kids!"

James lets out a laugh and gave Tommy a snided, but a warning look. "Listen, Tommy. I don't give a bloody damn about your status as a drug kingpin of Vice City, but let me tell you something. I never sent away my friend out to another city and cut them off, no matter how badly their drug habits are. Also, whenever I was with the children, you always popping out of nowhere. Let me remind you one thing. Don't tell these kids what to do or pressuring them when they're talking to me. I might look like a stranger to you, but trust me... I'm not."

"What are you trying to do, huh?" Tommy said with a slightly threatening tone as he walks closer to James, who is smirking. "You can't tell a drug lord like me what to do. So, give me the kids, before I'm about to break your fucking neck off!"

Cleo and Tamia are looking scared as they witnessed the argument between Tommy and James. This is going to end badly for them. James stared the Harwood Butcher before letting out a small, but low chuckle. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Thomas. I can't do that," he said with a low tone. "And why not?" Tommy asked him in irritated tone.

James stared at Tommy silently before saying with a low tone. "Because... I'm their Grandfather!"

Grandfather? The words stunned everyone around him, and James couldn't help but smirk in pride.

"Grandfather? You're these kids... Grandfather?" Tommy asked in disbelief. "I don't believe you."

"I didn't ask you to believe. But, I don't want you to show up and take my grandchildren away from me while we are talking," James said with a warning tone. "And if you dare try to stop me..."

Without hesitation, James quickly grabbed Tommy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to his face and whispers in a low tone. "Don't even dare make me do this, because I will, you know! God help me, I will!" And with that, James shoves Tommy hard away from him, causing Tommy to fall to the ground. James glared at Tommy, before saying, "Bollocks! To the rest of your bloody kind!" James later takes the kids away and Tommy watches in disbelief as James takes the kids with him instead.

Cursing under his breath, Tommy slowly gets up and headed towards the car. This is probably one of the most bizarre conversations ever in his mind. And he will never forget what James had said to him.

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Another fic and screenshot of GTA The Legend Unbound. Looks like James ain't gonna like Tommy one bit. Also, the dialogue that James spoke with a threat was based on the scene from the 1990 movie, The Krays, only the dialogue is different in this fic

By the way, @ashmirkier is back, baby!

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It was getting late, and James May is walking down the streets, heading towards back to his apartment. While he walks, he mumbles to himself, well quietly as it sounds so no one hear him blabbering, "Bloody hell Vercetti, showing up outta nowhere and take the kids away! I was having my moments with them and this happened. I really want to tell them, but I guess I didn't have guts to say. Fucking Vercetti, a notorious gangster but an impatient, bad-tempered prat. Hardly blame him. Italian mobsters are spoiled, power-hungry bastards."

Letting out a sigh, as he heads his way back to his apartment, passing by was a dealer, who noticed James, and the dealer starts calling out to him. "Hey señor! Over here."

James stopped in his track when he turned around and sees the dealer raising his hand to him. James looked around, thought that the dealer called someone else, but ended up point at himself in curious.

"Yeah you! Come over here," the dealer beckons. James walked up to the dealer, who is identified as Mexican, by the accent he speaks. "I know you, you're looking for The Reaper Man, are ya?" the dealer asks him. "Who's asking?" James asks him back, in a not interested tone. Surprisingly, the dealer thought James was going to ask how did the dealer knew about it. Guess the British man already knew that.

"Well, I got something to show you," the dealer began. "If it's about drugs, I ain't interested in those things anymore," James said. He remembers that time he was an addict to wizz but decided to go into rehab and overcome the addiction because he had enough of those in his life. It really gives him paranoia and delusions.

"No, no drugs holmes," the dealer replied. "Something's special for you." "Well what is it then? Whatever it is, I ain't interested in things," James said impatiently, crossing his arms. The dealer unzips his bag and takes out a small CD case containing a CD inside. On the case has a paper tape on it written in red marker.

ROMANO'S SPECIAL

James raises his eyebrow as he took the case from the dealer's hand and inspect it. "'ROMANO'S SPECIAL'?" he reads the title before turning to the dealer. "What is it, some sort of a movie or something?"

"It's an exclusive movie, señor," the dealer began. "The film was made by a guy named Romano Sanchez, claimed to be an adult star some sort, alongside the Diablo leader, El Burro, filming with every beautiful girls. They made bunch of copies like this one on VHS tapes, but me think all of them were destroyed, except this CD."

"Let me guess, it's a bleedin' porn film, and you want me to watch this piece of poncie crap, right?" James began with a snark tone. "Then, why me, why not anyone else wanna watching it? I'm not a porn addict, you know?" 'Well technically, we prefer jokes and taunts about it and other things instead. Quite subtle.' James thought truthfully.

"I know, señor. But this is a good stuff," the dealer said. "What's more good stuff than this bloody thing?" James groaned in annoyance. "Well, señor, you might be surprised that one of the girls you knew was in the film," the dealer stated. "She really got screwed up with a lot of men in that scene."

"Such as?" James inquired. One of the girls that he knew? Who was it?

"One of the girls with the Reaper Man, was actually the same girl in the film," the dealer replied.

This sudden reply got the British man's attention. "The one with the Reaper Man? You mean... Sereena Lane?"

"Si señor, that's the one," the dealer replied affirmatively. "My amigo told me that he saw that same woman walking out of Luigi's with that Reaper Man. He recognize who she was because he watches this film and later, he was actually standing quite close across the streets to Luigi's." "And you actually confirmed his story that Sereena Lane was in fact, the same Sereena in this film?" James asked. "Of course señor, I do," the dealer said. "He gave me this CD and I watch it. She was the only girl there, what a hot shot she was."

James stared at the CD for a bit before asking, "Why you gave it to me then? You like watching this stuff, don't you?"

"I do, but I watch it so many times I grew bored out of it," the dealer said. "I lost count how many times I spunked my pants there. That's some good shit, though."

James groaned in disgust before changing the subject. "How much is this... thing cost?"

"For you, it's a free of charge, señor," the dealer said. James looks at the him suspiciously and takes out his wallet and pays the dealer $2000 in cash. "Keep the change, and don't tell anyone about this. They knew me, and inverted, well sort of. Got that?"

James walked away with the CD in hand, leaving behind the dealer, who's in shock by the amount of money he was paid by the British man.

Later, after returning to his apartment, James hung his hat on the hat rack and relax on the couch. He takes the CD case out of his pocket and stared at it.

''ROMANO'S SPECIAL', huh?' he thought. 'Let's see what special about it, you sick bastard. I hate it.' He didn't want to watch it, but if the dealer is telling the truth, then there'll be lots of questions. If Sereena was in the film, then why? And how? And yet, who is this Romano Sanchez character? The dealer said he was an adult film actor, or so claimed to be, but why this Sanchez guy has to do with Sereena?

Without waiting any longer, James opened the CD case and insert the CD inside the CD Player. He went back to the couch and picks up the remote and turns the TV on, but lowers the volume down so no neighbours will here him.

The TV starts showing static on the screen before later shows the title on the screen:

SEX WITH DIABLOS

"The hell is this?" James asks himself, as he watches the scene runs further.

In the scene, it appears to be a girl was seen dancing on a stage in a private room. Strangely, she didn’t seem to be herself, or was she? He noticed every move the girl made as her body slithered into the pole had got him curious. The girl was moving like she was being forced, struggling to spread her legs and constantly covering her chest, by the look of it. Which is probably a good thing, atleast.

Seeing the background, it looks like no other women in this film, only her, and her alone. From the camera angle, he could see who was watching her. One was wearing a red bandana, and the other wore a blue one. Their clothes… he recognized who they were.

'The Diablos?' he thought. He had seen the Diablos before. From the newspapers. What are they doing in there for, watching the girl dancing? How perverted they are.

Suddenly, one of the Diablo men grabbed the girl’s wrist and hauled her toward him. The moment James saw the man pull his pants down and starts performing sex acts on her, he starts to gag and quickly paused the film, before immediately get up from the couch.

'Good bloody God! That's horrible.' he thought in horrid and disgust, looking away from the TV while clutching his stomach as he tries not to throw up. His face slowing turning pale and green. Man, that's one awful film ever made. He takes deep breath, trying to gain composure and the green on his face slowly fading away.

Once he finally composed himself, he looks at the TV screen, where the video had paused on that scene, but only seeing the girl's face a bit clearly. He moved closely at the screen to take a closer look at the girl's face. Then, he noticed something. That girl, she looks so familiar.

At first, he thought it was just a product of his imagination, or some sort, but when he moved closer, he saw her face as clear as day. Freckles on the cheeks. Light orange hair. And those hazel eyes... seeing them start forming tears...

Then, it clicked together.

Sereena...

Surprised by the discovery, James slowly back away from the screen. He couldn't believe what he just saw. Sereena Lane, the girl who fell for the Reaper Man, Claude Speed, and had two children, was in the film? Questions start swirling in his head.

Was she a former porn actress? If so, I thought she was innocent at first, but why she looks so uneasy, harassed and afraid, to the point where she's about to cry in the film? Was she just acting or... an actual victim of sexual abuse?

Feeling confused and disillusioned, he went back to the couch and picks the remote up and turns the TV off. He drops the remote down, picking up the CD case and went back to the TV and ejects the CD from the CD Player. As he picks it up, he placed the CD back inside the case. The film really cause quite a bleedin' stir, even from a single CD.

"I never, EVER, watch this piece of fucking piece of dirty crap again!" James quietly swore. But something else got into his mind. The dealer said all of the film inside the VHS tapes were destroyed, but how did it get into the CD without noticing it? And yet, who did destroy those VHS tapes? Was it Claude? Or someone else with him?

Looking at the clock on the wall above him, and realising it was late, he places the CD case beside the TV and head inside his room to sleep.

'Tomorrow I'll be seeing the dealer again. He might have answers regarding this filthy movie, and Romano Sanchez.'

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Finally, another GTA The Legend Unbound fic was made. I accidentally this one and it really frustrates me. So I rewrite it, and later change the sentences. Also, I copypasted the sentences from one of the chapters from ashmirkier's fanfic: The Reaper Man, but with changes and addition for James's point of view.

Man, haven't seen ashmirkier for a long time on Twitter and Tumblr. Kinda miss 'em 🥲

[scarletk537]

Nearly done, now that's left the shoes. One question though, is what is Sereena Lane's (@ashmirkier) shoe colour?

The first picture is actually a base. I'll reveal it what these gang saw right after colouring it.

Already post this one Twitter, again... 😅

[scarletk537]

Rodney Morash, Sereena Lane (@ashmirkier ) and Sid Vacant.

What if Sereena met unlikely duo from London?