Adam "Crawler" Cole

[Devitt]

Johnny: Ey' Riley, tell the story about that freak that comes here every now 'n then.
Riley: Ughh-...ya' fucker! Not gonna' waste my time with that....that's the 20th time.
Johnny: Ah-.. c'mon I'll let you wn on BJ after.
Riley: Whatever...but he has a name ya' know!

 

Adam Cole is around 30-35 years old redneck with barely any manners....the isolation he has been in for the past months  have pushed him to the edge, not even knowing if he's sane or not.
Every thought about the past made him smile and he knew that he doesn't deserve hapiness...or any emotion in fact. You would wonder what was his past, well there are many versions -...but the one I like to think is the truth is this:
He was born in Angel Pine, raised only by his mother he was the only child. While not knowing who his father was, because his mother kept it a secret, he wasn't bothered by that at all. He didn't have much of a childhood, with his mom brining a new step-father pretty often, he was bullied home and on the streets constantly.
But instead of becoming brooding and stone cold, he took things more lightly, he covered up the pain with a smile.
Even doe he knew that his life wasn't easy nor perfect, he didn't allow that to define him.
The only problem with him was that he didn't have a purpose in his life, he was roaming the streets of Angel Pine wasting his life. Until his mother brought a new guy to their home....but this one was different, he didn't bully Adam, the very opposite.
Adam didn't expect anything different from his mother's boyfriend, but he became a real father figure to him.
He was a biker that taught Adam a lot of life lessons that would be useful to him. Adam finally had a purpose in life now, he knew what he want to do.
He knew that becoming a biker will make his life meaningful. 
Few years had passed,  Adam still had the idea of becoming a biker, but sadly the father figure for him dissapeared, his mother's boyfriend had been killed.
Adam and his mother were in shock, the peaceful life that they had been living for the past few years, fell apart. Few days later, two men showed up at their home.
They wanted them to pay the debt that the biker had, before his death...but the only money they had were Adam's savings for a bike. Being hearth broken he gave the money away, knowing that he had to start all over again. All those unfortunate events didn't bring Adam down.
He started working in a bar as a bartender, being part of a lot of bar fight , he learned how to take care of himself. Sadly his mother got sick soon.
Not being able to pay for her treatment she soon passed away. Being left with one small house and all the sad memories, Cole never gave up.
After some time he saved up for his bike, sold the house in Angel Pine, said his goodbyes and went to Fort Carson, where he joined an MC...I rather not mention the name. He was known as Crawler between  his brothers, since he was beaten so badly before being taken in the MC, he had to get his cut while crawling, ever since then, he left his victims crawl-...trying to escape from him.
A few years passed Cole climbed up the ladder of leadership of the club, he had struck a deal with some sort of a Cartel, no idea about what exactly, but lots of money were in for the club.
After few weeks of business deals and traffic things were going pretty well, there was a big shipment. The whole MC was there, unloading everything from out of no where a few masked man rushed in.....
The only thing you could hear were the bullets hitting and tearing up flesh, it wasn't a gun fight...NO-..it was a massacre. After it was done no trace of the MC was left, but in the distance you could've heard a Harley.
For some God only knows reason Adam was late, he arrived at the scene as he was being welcomed by the bodies of his fellow brothers. You'd think his cry and agony would be heard in Liberty City...but Cole didn't have the power for that,
he didn't have the power for anything. After that he disappeared, a year or two later he was seen around Carson...or you'd say his figure...his once perfect beard and hair would look like straw, his clean and brand new looking Harley, 
would look like an old rusty machine from the 70's.

 

 

The wind was blowing sand in his long hair, the tires were spinning on the heated asphalt while he was holding a hard grip on his bike. 
Barely being able to see, the nomad slowed down and parked up his Harley as he turned it off. After he jumped of the bike he made a few steps towards the door.
The building was barely visible from the sandstorm but you could see the rusty old sign "'Lil Probe Inn" The homeless looking guy opened up the door of the bar,
as all the giggles, laughs, shouts and conversations that were going inside - everything went silent. The creepy story Riley was telling become a reality, everyone knew it was him - it was Adam Cole.

Edited December 21, 2018 by Devitt

[Pounc3r]

Never interested in bikers, but cool and well-written story nevertheless.

[EnzoBAbOoN]

Hmmmmmm

[EnzoBAbOoN]

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