Author's Note:I just have to say that this is my OC, from another story getting pulled into the game and runs into my game OC/Boss. Without further ado here's the first chapter.
Her daily routine after coming home from work. Is to strip from her work uniform and put on her purple saints row v-neck shirt. It has a sliver saints row symbol in the middle. Afterwards she slipped on a pair of black skinny jeans and black and purple Jordan's, high tops. After letting her black hair out of her ponytail she headed for her private gaming room. She opens up her refrigerator and pulls out a can of coke while her Xbox 360 louds up. She sits back as the opening of Saints Row pops up. She hasn't beat the game but has watched the gameplay on YouTube and even watched her brother play. She had gotten far, where she had to protect a truck she and Troy stole from Los Carnales. She had brought Saints Row one last and had brought the other three. She has beaten the others and put had to play the first. Anyway she grabbed the controller, ready to play when her thirty-five inch flat screen tv. went black.
"What the fuck!"
She doesn't normally curse but lately she has. She stood and went to check on the cords when the tv. flickered on and a black hole formed into it. She didn't panic at first, seemliy as it was nothing to worry about.
It's inside the screen, so It can't hurt me.
Right after she thought that the tv. screen broke. The black hole started sucking everything in. The empty soda can flew in, followed by her saints row and Daniel Dae Kim posters. She finally screamed as she reached for her love seat. She soon felt her body getting torn off the furniture. The black hole come closer to her. The strong winds only got stronger, causing her to let go. She screamed to the top of her , there was nothing but, darkness.
-SR-
The sounds of sirens reached her ears as she gained consciousness. She blinked her chocolate brown eyes open to see she in some city. It was nightfall and the strong stench of drugs and alcohol polluted the air. The loud sound of a car crashing caused her to jump up. She looked at where a red car crashed into a wall, causing a pale skinned Caucasian to jump to the side. Her eyes widened when she remember seeing this at the very beginning of Saints Row one. Without thinking she ran over to the Caucasian. He had a short goatee and his mustache was thin. His black hair was slick back. She shook her head before reaching out a hand.
"Do you need help?"
He looked up with medium brown eyes. She had to swallow whatever saliva, God he's gorgeous.
"Yeah."
She was about to help him with her other hand when she heard the sound of a gun clicking. They both looked up to see a Vice King aiming a pistol at them.
"Wrong time, wrong place dawgs."
He closed his eyes but she kept her's open and seen, who she remembers as Julius Little shoot the fucker in the head.
"You alright, playas?"
She nodded as Julius helped the Caucasian to the side. She follows and watched the interaction between Julius and Troy. Before Julius turned to them.
"There's a meeting. Come by the church we need all the help we can get."
They watched Julius and Troy run off. She stared after them before a groan caused her to look at her side. She for a moment forgot about him. She reached out and helped him stand.
"Here I got you."
He moaned a bit before looking at her. "I don't normally say this...but thanks."
She had to smile a bit. She has never heard him speak. Yes, she knows who he will be and what to become of him and the Saints Row crew. She shook her head before throwing his arm around her neck as she headed for the small, beat down house she remembers as his crib.
"So do you have a name? Or do I have to call you playa?"
He laughed lightly before shaking his head. "No. Let them call me that. But because you are helping me...I'll tell you."
She raised an eyebrow. "But...I'm stranger. Surely if you are going to run with those...Saints then you are going to have to tell them your name."
"Maybe. Till I figure out if I can trust...I'll tell them my name."
She looked at him for a moment before focusing ahead. Knowing what is to come later, it's best for him to stick with his plan.
"My name is Justin. Justin Matthew."
She smiled lightly at Justin. "I'm Sherise Long."
Justin smiled back before he turned his head and focused on the path ahead.
