Disclaimer: I do not own Max Payne, Rockstar does.
Description: (Takes place after Max Payne 2) Max is having trouble keeping focused on the job and is seriously depressed. His boss decides to give him a vacation to hoping that it will get him out of his dark mood. Where's he going? Miami. However, things don't go quite as planned. His relaxing time off will soon turn into a rollercoaster of turmoil and chaos.
Here's a bit background info for those who might not have played the games, and shame on you if you haven't.
In Max Payne 1 Max's wife and baby daughter were murdered as well as his partner Alex. In Max Payne 2 he was betrayed by his closest friend Vladimir Lem and Mona Sax a criminal he fell in love was killed by Vlad. Max ended up killing him.
Max Payne : Miami
CHAPTER 1: Life in a bombshell
In a busy NYPD building, on a mildly cold spring day sat a man at a desk. A seemingly pathetic, tired, and beaten man at first glance. However if you knew this man, you would realize that he is not pathetic. Far from it actually, he was the best man on the force. Maybe not personality wise, but he knows how to get the job done. He was seen as the best by many. Coworkers, superior officers, gang members, and even a number of important politicians. Max Payne, New York's finest. Now as for him looking beaten and tired, that part is mostly true.
Its been a few months since that horrible incident. He had sustained injuries that still affect him today, was betrayed by his "Dearest friend", and held the dead body of a woman he loved in his arms for the second time in his life. Mona Sax. At first she just seemed like nothing but a tease who he defended for reasons beyond him. Then a bond of some sort formed between them. A bond that made both feel a need to protect each other. And in the end it blossomed into something that neither of them expected. Love, true love. Sadly that lasted for about a solid 5 seconds, as these feelings were finally revealed as Mona was drawing her last breaths.
Max sighed and leaned back in his chair, trying not to think about the past. He realized that it was interfering with his job, distracting him at times he needed to stay focused and keep a clear head. He got up and headed towards the break room. 'Maybe some coffee will help clear my head' he thought as he walked down the empty hallway. He stepped through the door and into the break room. He looked around and saw no one. Good, people chatting about how boring their life was or how much they hated paperwork was the last thing he wanted right now. He enjoys the rare quiet moments in his day, the rest of it is usually includes listening to loud idiotic criminals curse and scream at him about their innocence or trying to calm frantic victims down enough to find out what happened to them. So he savored the silence as he poured his coffee.
He lifted the cup to his mouth to drink it, but then he froze. The cup slipped from his hand and fell to the floor. He grabbed the side of his head and groaned as an unpleasant high-pitched noise rang through his ears and his vision blurred. He fell backwards onto the couch behind him. His head felt like it was being split open. It lasted for about 10 seconds, but to him it felt like 10 minutes. He rubbed his temples to sooth the residing pain. As he did he felt a deep jagged scar on his left temple, compliments from his "Friend" Vlad. "That was a bad one." He mumbled to himself.
These headaches have been happening ever since he took that bullet to the head. They've come at some very inconvenient times, once it caused a burglar to get away because these attacks are so crippling that he can barely stand when they occur. Max stumbled to his feet. He glanced at the cup he dropped. It was shattered in half a dozen pieces. He left the room deciding to let the janitor deal with the mess.
The bathroom door swung open as Max stumbled in and leaned against the sink. He turned the facet on and splashed cold water in his face. He looked into the mirror and saw an exhausted looking man with a five O'clock shadow and some grey on the edges of his hair. "I look like hell" he said. "Funny" he chuckled, "I feel like it too." He sighed. His life was going in a continuous downward spiral and showed no signs of slowing. 'I don't know how much longer I can take this' he thought. He grabbed a paper towel and dried his face. He crumpled it and threw it in the trashcan, then walked out of the room.
As Max walked back to his desk he heard the voice of Jim Bravura call out. "Payne!" He sighed and changed his direction towards his Superiors office. The Deputy Chief was severely injured during the same fiasco Max experienced. He has a lot of trouble getting around and has to use a cane. Even so, its impressive to still be alive after getting shot 7 times by an smg let alone being able to walk and continue doing his job. He was a stubbornly tough man.
Max walked in and closed the door behind him. Bravura motioned for him to sit in a chair and he did so without a word. Jim starred at him as if studying him, then he spoke in a stern voice. "Max I've noticed that you seem out of it these past few months." Max remained silent. "It has also come to my attention that you've become distracted and suffer random severe headaches, one of which resulted in the escape of a burglary suspect."
Then his features softened a bit and he continued in a more concerned tone. "But its understandable after all you've been through". "You're the best cop I've seen in my 30 years of police work and I don't want watch you fall apart after everything you've survived. Look at you, only 37 years old but you seem at least 50." Max slouched a bit feeling as old as he looked. "Max, this job is killing you." Max looked at him with a neutral expression. "You've experienced more than any man ever should and you've never taken a day off in your life. Going on like this will only make things worse, you need to get away for a while."
For the first time since he entered the room Max spoke. "I don't want to be put on leave, I'd much rather be on the job than sit at home and do nothing." He said calmly. Bravura spoke with a stern voice again. "I don't just mean the NYPD, I mean New York as well and don't think of it as leave, think of it as a vacation. God knows you need one." Max seemed a little confused and asked. "Why would I leave New York?"
Bravura reached in a draw in his desk and pulled out a bottle of scotch as well as 2 small glasses. He started speaking as he filled both about halfway. "New York's dark nature isn't going to help you get out of this depression of yours. So I'm sending you somewhere a bit sunnier." He handed Max a glass. "And where might that be?" Asked Max. Jim raised his glass and replied. "Miami, and I'm not taking no for an answer." He then downed his drink. Max looked at his glass contemplating about what he had just been told. 'What the hell.' He thought. 'I could use a break.' Then he drained his glass as well.
End of Chapter 1
If I get some reviews I'll continue with the story. If I don't well...I'll probably write more anyway, but motivation is always nice.