Welcome to my first ever FanFiction!

I am new to writing so I hope everyone can bare with me and I move along and attempt to improve my skills. :)


At current, a fifteen year old girl had her icy blue eyes pinned to an old, graffiti covered church. She sat on a low lying brick wall across the road from the mighty building, her elbow propped on one of her knees, her chin resting on her knuckles.

The old brick church had once been a town monument, a place in Saints row where everyone found salvation; but just like the neighborhood surrounding it however, it had long since devolved. It was now covered in gang symbols messily painted in cheap spray paint, most of the once pristine stained glass windows were either smashed or covered by aging planks of wood- an attempt to keep the homeless and vandals out; which had failed even greater than any attempt ever made to clean up the degraded neighborhood. Most recently a group of gang members had inhabited the space, claiming it to be their hideout.

The gang went by the name, The Third Street Saints.

In the time she had been sitting across the road, the girl had observed many gangsters in purple arrive and lounge around in the buildings courtyard. They all wore the same purple as two men that had saved her life the night previously, whom were the reason she had come to this place to begin with.

She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been nearly killed a turf war consisting of the city's 3 biggest gangs. It had happened on a street in Athos Bay; the very district she'd grown up in. Some men from a gang known as the West-side Rollerz had confronted a group from another of the city's gangs called the Vice Kings on the road and engaged in a fire fight. While they fought they attracted the attention of the third of the city's gangs; The Carnales. She'd somehow gotten caught in the middle of the tussle and had been seconds from having one of the Vice King's killing her in cold blood when two men from a fourth and unknown gang had came upon the scene out of seemingly nowhere and saved her. Initially, she had assumed they were either going to kill her themselves or had decided they needed something from her.

She had learned long ago that in a city as twisted and far gone as Stilwater that nobody, did anything for free.

She was shocked when neither of the men asked for anything in return. The man that had done all the speaking to her- Julius, she recalled his name was- simply told her that if she wanted to be part of a change for the better in Saints Row that she should meet him- and the other man named Troy- at the church the next day around noon.

That's why she was currently here, sitting across the road looking at the Saints dilapidated hideout. Why she was here was a question she'd asked herself internally several times since she'd arrived at this place. She had no true obligation to be here, the men had gave her a choice, come and hear what they had to say, or don't; it was simple. The reason she had come however was that she felt she owed them something, and at the same time she didn't have anything in life to lose by helping them. They'd saved her life, the least she could do was hear them out.

In the same respect, just because she had an invitation to be there didn't mean she was completely sold on the idea of walking over there. She hadn't seen neither Julius nor Troy in the time she had been scoping the building, and the idea of wandering over to the group of gangsters and simply waiting around with them for Julius or Troy to arrive and 'okay' her presence was something that made even her a little uneasy.

The girl suddenly lifted her chin from her knuckles and sat up straight when the Saints began to move in the same direction. She watched as they all began to gather in the same general area, at the bottom of the stairway that lead to the churches side door.

She hopped down from the wall she was perched on and decided it was time to make her move. With all the Saints backs to her she it was a good a time as any to get close without detection.

The girl shoved her hands into the pocket of her purple hoody as she began to walk; the early autumn air gave her a bit of a chill. She looked down at herself as she walked across the street. She donned an over-sized purple hoody, a pair of stained blue jeans and a pair of beaten up pair of converse sneakers. She frowned softly as she found herself hoping she didn't look too much like a lost child wandering the streets.

As she got near she felt relieved momentarily as she immediately recognized both Julius and Troy standing at the top of the churches stone stairs.

Then, as she entered the actual courtyard she could hear that Julius was speaking to the group of Saints. She walked up slowly, making sure to draw no ones attention.

"... Every mother fucker hear knows what we need to do!" Julius's voice carried loud and clear through the courtyard as she came to a stop a few feet behind everyone else.

"Those bitches be riding around here thinking they own these streets, but last I checked this was our fuckin' neighborhood!"

The girl realized with a bit of a start that Julius wasn't only just a member of the Saints, but must be the one in charge of things. "I don't care what flags they flying, Rollerz, Carnales, Vice-kings; no one's makin' this nigga scared to walk the Row!, We about to lock this shit down; right now"

The group applauded at Julius's last words hooting loudly; and as they cheered the girl got caught up in their energy and unconsciously took a few steps forward towards them. At that same moment one of the Saints near the back of the group turned just enough while he was hollering to catch a glance of her.

"Fuck yeah-" Just as those words left his mouth he caught sight of her.

Both him and the girl froze as they made eye contact for a few moments; he narrowed his eyes at her from behind the frames of his glasses before he twisted his head to look back at Julius.

"Julius, who the fuck is this kid?" He demanded gesturing to her.

She stood stiff and straight as suddenly the rest of the Saints eyes were on her. She swallowed hard and stood as confidently as she could as they all spun around and looked at her darkly.

"Troy and I found 'er last night, gonna see if she'll roll with us..." Julius told him; and indirectly the rest of the group.

"Yo, if she wants to roll with the Saints she's gotta be canonized!" The man argued.

The girl narrowed her eyes at him. She didn't understand what the term 'canonizing' referred too.

"He's right Julius" Troy piped up with a shrug "Everyone else had to do it"

The girl furrowed her eyebrow as several purple clad members began to surround her. She hadn't known what canonizing meant, but she was beginning to get an idea. She pulled her hands from her hoody pocket and cracked her knuckles with a flex, trying to prepare herself as best she could.

"You ready for this playa?" Julius asked her as he descended the church stairs. The group surrounding her parted a little to let him through.

She looked around herself at the Saints surrounding her. Mostly men, but a few woman stood. She wasn't confident she would be able to make it through all of them, but she would try her damnedest. She finally looked at Julius when she was confident she was prepared the best she could be and nodded in agreement to his question.

'Well ready as I'll ever be' She muttered internally in a response to him.

She pulled her hoody smoothly over her head revealing a plain black tank top, then after tossing the purple mass to the side she pulled her mid-back length blonde hair into a messy ponytail to keep it out of her face.

Some of the people in the cluster surrounding her began laughing and making jokes about her small stature.

Her eyes narrowed darkly.

At the very least she was going to make sure they would see what she damage she could potentially do.

"I'll end this quickly for ya' girl" A voice said from the crowd.

"Fuck my life..." The girl huffed under her breath as the first guy stepped up. He probably had about 8 inches of height and 150 pounds on her. Her heart hammered against her rib cage as she looked him over. 'He has to be the biggest motherfucker in the group!'

"I'll try not to be too rough with ya bitch" He sneered as he approached her "But no promises..."

She knew for sure if she had any hope of beating his guy she'd have to aim low.

She ducked down and lunged when he came at her, attempting to use her shorter height to her advantage.

She drove her shoulder sharply into his gut. Between the momentum behind both of their movements, the power was enough to knock the breath from his body. He coughed breathlessly and fell heavily to one of his burly knees which gave the girl enough of an opening to jab her fist right into his nose.

He cried out and cupped his nose, managing to stand and limp back a few steps in surrender.

She'd learned to fight at quite a young age, but it had been at least a couple of years since the last time she'd engaged in fist fight. Most of what she had been taught was coming back in instinct, but she'd somehow forgotten one of the most important things she'd been taught.

Don't let your guard down.

The girl yelped in surprise when a pair of arms wrapped around her torso. The person behind her pulled her tightly to their own body, holding her fast. She struggled hopelessly against the vice around her; not only was she small in a general sense but also lacked much of the bulk and muscle of someone naturally her size; her now ex-boyfriend's encouragement to replace meals with cocaine was still taking toll on her strength.

"Get 'er, Minka!" The man belonging to the arms around her exclaimed to another person in the circle of Saints.

As she struggled against the arms around her, another person came from the group and approached; this time a woman.

She threw her weight back angrily when the person closed in, and in the same movement lifted her leg, and struck outwards wildly. She was satisfied momentarily when her foot made solid contact with the woman's abdomen, then focused her attention back on the person holding her back.

"Get the fuck off a me-" The girl hissed at the man holding her as her struggling intensified.

After a few moments of intense struggling she managed to free one of her arms, and without a second thought she threw her elbow sharply backwards.

She made contact with what felt like the mans throat and he finally dropped her.

She immediately went for the woman she had kicked beforehand. She caught the fist the woman attempted to jab her with and returned with her own blow; her knuckles making stiff contact with her high set cheekbone.

The woman stumbled back stunned holding her face, and also surrendered.

The girl turned away from her and back around to deal with the man she had chopped in the throat earlier; her eyes widened as she was met by a completely different man, and even more important; a meaty fist flying straight for her face.

The hit was hard. It knocked her straight from her feet and down onto the solid concrete; pain pulsated from the eye she had been punched in, but she was determined not to lose this fight.

"That all you got, bitch?" He man jeered the question in a way that re invoked the girls rage.

As he closed in she rammed her heel into his knee causing him to drop instantly with a growl of pain. When he was down to the same level as her she moved in with a smirk and hit a low blow, smashing her fist into his groin. The man wailed and fell to the side, giving her enough of an opening to get unsteadily to her feet and move away.

She looked around at the group panting; waiting for the next challenger, but there was none.

"Alright, that's enough!" Julius called to everyone, not that there were any other challengers left anyway.

The first person to approach her was Troy, he reached his fist to her in a motion to bump them. She did so proudly but winced a little as she did, her knuckles were raw from just the few jabs she had thrown.

"You earned your colors today" He told her through the cigarette perched between his lips.

She spared a glance to the man with the glasses; now that the fight was over she was vaguely disappointed he hadn't made a go at her, as she would have loved to punch the smug smirk right off of his face.

"That was some impressive shit!" Another voice said from behind her. It startled her a little when a hand suddenly came down heavily on her shoulder. "The only other bitch that kicked that much ass was Lin!" She looked to her side at person belonging to the hand. He had dark skin and a purple visor cocked to the side.

"Shit, took me half the time of both of em'..." The man from earlier dismissed unimpressed. The girl struggled not to blatantly roll her eyes at his cocky display. She was sure that her and this man would not be getting along.

"Welcome to the Third Street Saints" Julius said to her as he reached to bump her fist as well, she smirked as she returned it.

"Alright, lets get back down to business..." Julius said as he returned to the head of the group "If we're serious about taking back the Row, we gotta let those mother fuckers know what time it is... break it down and it's all about respect, get enough of it they are gonna back off, and we're gonna move right on in"

As Julius looked around at the group the girl found herself getting caught up in the high of her victorious fight and the energy Julius instilled on the group.

"We got some friends in town who could use some help, so give'm a hand..." He continued "Of course you can always drop any motherfucker flying the wrong flag..."He said darkly "So long as the word gets out that the Saints is on the Row, I don't give a damn how you do it..." He then looked straight at the girl "You feel me?"

She nodded slow and little bit dumbly. She had no words, she was eager to do anything to prove to this group that she was willing to do whatever it took to ride along with them.

When Julius finished speaking most of the Saints disbanded and left in various directions; all apart from Julius and Troy.

"Alright, you gonna go with Troy and clean up a few of the streets" Julius said to her "So we can see what you can do..."

It was time for the ultimate test.

The girl; as young as she was, wasn't naive. She knew exactly what he meant by those ominous words. This was going to be the ultimate test in loyalty. To see if she was capable of killing a man in the name of the Saints.

'Luckily for me this isn't my first time...' She thought darkly and a little ironically.

Troy held a small pistol in her direction which she took without hesitation, and tucked it unwavering into the back of her jeans.

The way she handled it made Troy raise an eyebrow "Familiar with a piece?" He asked.

She shrugged wordlessly and waited for him to lead her the way to the poor sonsabitches that made the mistake of fucking with Saints Row.


Thanks for reading! c: