A/n: Only God knows where I actually got the nerve to update this fic. I mean it's been like two years...I must be drinking too much. Damn...gotta stop that. Anyways…For those of you who…wait what am I saying? O.K. I'm crazy and after two years am ready to update. There. I did it. O.K I don't anything. I wonder if you people will still read this…?

Taken

"Zanza. Mon, ain't it beautiful. I love da' sight of a man's hard work brunin' to tha ground like such. I love it." Azacca nodded. "Don't ya'?"

Zanza watched with the flames burning in his eyes deeply. He didn't love this sight. He liked it. But he most definitely did not love it. What he'd love was for Tommy to be burning. Yeah. He would LOVE that. "It ain't enough. Azacca, you too happy when it no where near enough for repay all the wicked and wrong ways of tha man. You is too kind. Weak. I don't like it."

"Sorry mon. I did na think it would hurt you sa' bad."

"He need to die. Get me my men dem. We gonna do this tonite. If it kill me, we gonna do it. I won't let end reach til Vercetti gone long before. I want him gone so I can burn in peace afta."

"Yea. I respect ya' fe this one great action here. You is good. Memeba that." Azacca ran to call over the other Haitians and start the search for Vercetti.

"White bastard."

Paris cried in her room for what felt like hours on end. So many tears…so many memories.

FLAHBACK

A young Paris sat under a tree with Tommy sitting next to her. It was large tree. The summer was hot and the tree's great shadow provided shade and cool feelings.

"One flower for you Thomas." She handed him a daffodil and he glared at her.

"What for?" He asked.

"Because I love you. And one for Tino, and mommy too."

"I don't want any girly stuff." He pushed her hand away and she frowned.

"Why don't you like the daffy dilly's?"

"Cause I don't!"

"Come on Tommy don't be that way." Tino approached and sat in between them.

"Why not? I don't like flowers. Or lil' girls."

"Whatever." He laughed.

"Big brother Tino." Paris called.

"Yeah."

"Flower for you."

"Thanks." He smiled. "You'll make a pretty bride one day, Paris."

"Really?"

"Yup. You'll be the most beautiful. And you'll have a handsome, yet grumpy groom." He looked to Tommy who fuming. "But don't worry I'll be there to keep him in check."

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!" He screamed. He pounced Tino and the two began rolling around in the grass.

"Hahaha. Funny fight." Paris giggled.

"STOP LAUGHING!" Tommy shouted.

"Okay." Paris got up and walked to the two boys who were fighting. She then kissed both on the cheek and smiled. "But you stop fighting now, please?" Tommy blushed a crimson red and Tino laughed.

"What I tell you?" He smiled.

"SHUT UP!" Tommy shouted again.

"Hahaha." The two Charlize kids laughed at a fuming Tommy.

"You always had a short temper Tommy." She rolled over and sat up. She looked out the window. "Night. So I've been a cry baby all afternoon." She got dressed and decided a drink was best. She headed out the hotel to see cops and people all over the place. "What?" She gasped as she saw a cop shot in his forehead. His dead body fell to the ground and his companions were dying as well. Paris' eyes widen with fear and painful memory. "Tino…" She breathed.

"Die! Son of a bitch!" Tino pushed a teenage Paris to the ground receiving a shot to his back.

"Tino…"Paris cried.

"Run, it's the coppers." The gang members fled from the scene and Paris sat next to her brother's dead body. She touched his back and then began to shake him violently

"TINO! TINO! TINO PLEASE DON'T DIE! TINO! NO! NO! TINO YOU CAN'T DIE!" She brought her hands to face and looked at it covered in blood. 'You're suppose to me and Thomas' wedding big brother Tino."

"Tommy, I'm afraid." She trembled violently and tears began to well in her eyes. "Tommy…" She froze and fell to the floor. Her eyes were cold and empty, as if her soul had left her body.

"Zanza look ova tha way." Azacca who was part of the killing of all the officers pointed to the dazed Paris.

"His woman." Zanza confirmed.

"I'll fetch her." He slipped through the violent scene of dying Haitians, civilians, and policemen and called to the girl. "Miss, ya' need a safe place to hide?" He asked. Paris shook her head gently. "Me and me boys dem is hiding out. Come."

"…" She didn't move. Her was now a lifeless doll.

"Fool." He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He then ran from the scene and headed to the nearest vehicle. He'd take her to Little Haiti and keep her as a hostage. Paris was at a lost, empty point in her mind. She was completely unaware of the situation. Azacca drove away into the fiery night. Vercetti would soon get his.

FLAHBACK

"You said I could!" Tino shouted to his mother who sat down in the living room sofa.

"No. No. I never did. I don't want you to do such things. Tino, you're smart and handsome. Why waste your time going on the streets and joining a gang? You are too good for that."

"How would you know I planned to do that! Just because I wanted to go on the streets doesn't mean I planned to be with a gang and whatever. Mom, why don't you trust me?"

"Because ever since Thomas left, you have not been the same! Tino you and Tommy would hang out and stay indoors, away from the rift-raft of the streets. Since Peaches died and he's been gone, you changed. I won't let my son die. Not by these streets." She arose from the sofa and hugged the boy. "I know its been hard with everything the way it is, but don't let your world been taken…"

Paris sat in the stairwell watching…her eyes filled with tears. 'Tommy you selfish bastard, look what you did to Tino. You hurt us both.'

"…Mother…let me go…I'm not your son anymore." He whispered. The woman released him and watched as his bright eyes became cold and dull. "I'm going to whatever I want from here on. I'm not your son." He stepped away from the woman and turned his back to her. "Paris, give up on Tom. He's not coming back." He walked out the front door and left there his crying sister and awed mother.