The Original Gangsta

Chapter 1

Y/n had been through this many times. That much was obvious. Once again he found himself plummeting towards the ground. On the golden gate bridge. Y/n smacks against the ground with a sickening crunch. Somehow the fall didn't kill him. But it is fucking painful. Something he is used to by now. Y/n gives himself a second for his vision to clear before pushing himself up from the puddle of blood with a grunt. After clearing the wave, the electric chairs once again appear. Y/n merely stares at them with dull eyes before walking towards them and sitting down. Lightning strikes and Y/n is once again electrocuted to death. Y/n's body slumps and darkness is all he can see. He had expected to wake up at the start once again. But instead, he finds himself staring into wood. Y/n tries to move but finds himself unable to due to the fact that there is wood all around him. It took him a second to realize he is inside a coffin.

Y/n isn't exactly claustrophobic. So he didn't panic all that much. Y/n searches himself. Hoping to find something he could use. But finds nothing. He kind of expected as much. The only thing he has on him at the moment was a Rolex watch.

[Y/n is wearing a long sleeve white button up shirt and jeans. Rolex watch on left arm. sleeves rolled up, kinda like Raul Menendez on the time and fate mission. His body is covered in a lot of blood. Both his own and the zombies.]

Y/n is left with no choice but to try punch his way out. So that's exactly what he does. Dirt was everywhere. But Y/n managed to claw his way out. Kind of like the undead. Above ground, Y/n's hand shoots up from the dirt. Y/n climbs out and lays on the ground. Kind of exhausted. Y/n thinks this is just another trick from whoever put him in that hellhole in the first place. So he sat up and just waited.

But nothing came. Y/n observes his surroundings and when his eyes lands on the tomb stone they widen.

Y/n L/n.

This was his grave. But looking at the other tomb stones. They have Japanese styled names on them. Something else for him to be confused about. Y/n can talk and read quite a bit of Japanese. It was kind of necessary for him to be able to know other languages in his line of work.

Y/n stands up and exits the cemetery. Even the name of it was Japanese.

Y/n didn't know where he was going but he didn't care. He just wanted to get to the bottom of this. Where was he? How is he here? Why is he here? What happened? Did he do something to finally break the cycle? No. He did the exact same thing he always did. Find the key, find the parts, build the plane, escape, Die. Rinse and repeat. It was the only thing he could do.

It took hours but the dirt and blood covered man finally reached a town. Well, More like a City. After looking around and observing the style of things. He was definitely somewhere in Japan. Outside was pretty populated. He was looked at weirdly because of how dirty and bloody he was. Of course, no one suspected it was blood. But a dirt covered American walking around was definitely a weird sight. Most just brushed it off as a homeless guy with no clue what he's doing. Someone even threw money at him. The disrespect made Y/n wanna knock the mans teeth out but he knew better.

After a while Y/n got fed up with wandering and decided to ask a random person on the street. In what Japanese he knew of course.

Y/n: Excuse me. Where am I?

???: Ew. Get away creep!

The girl recoils in disgust and walks away.

Y/n flips her off as she goes. Y/n was gonna walk away as well until he see's the same girl out of the corner of his eye get sneakily pulled into an alley way by some guy.

Y/n: 'Karma bitch'

Y/n goes to walk away but stops.

Y/n: 'Actually. I could take advantage of this.'