AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is simply MY character loosely based off of what really happened in the game. c; Thus the reason that it's not so 'friend'ly. This is meant to be a one-parter, but if you want my protag to update with her emotions on this afterwards, I'll gladly do so! ^w^

I wasn't sure what was going through my head exactly as the voice rang out on the other end of the phone, menacingly mocking my every move as laughter of Jessica rang out. My hand was wrapped around the phone, gripping it tightly in my fist as I instantly lunged for my car. What the hell are they doing to Carlos? My heart was in my throat as I hit the pedal on the car, heading towards Donnie's. He better tell me what they're doing to him!

It appeared that Maero had known I was going to come after Carlos, for the Brotherhood was cramping the small mechanics shop as if there were gold inside of it. I grabbed my AR50 Launcher as I turned towards the gang members, feeling the fire escaping from the gun wrapped tightly in my hands. I heard shouts of pain as the Brotherhood members fell to the ground, and I raced into Donnie's shop, looking around for the little fucker. Where was he? Upon spotting him, I instantly brought my fist to his face, delivering a solid blow. "Where the hell is Carlos?"

"Carlos? I have no idea what you're talking about!" Bam! Another fist to the face as I gripped his shirt collar even tighter, rage pulsing through me like adrenaline. "WHERE is Carlos?" Donnie was gasping for pain now, and he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "I don't know!" I had already had enough of his shit. I lifted him up, throwing him against the wall as I heard a solid crack, likely his skull. "I heard them say he was heading towards the docks!" I heard a slight choking sob coming from him, and I smirked before I began the race for my car. I had never liked Donnie, never trusted him. I should have killed him after I had him rig the bombs in the other Brotherhood's cars, sending him back to Maero was a terrible idea.

More Brotherhood's had arrived at this point, but I ignored them and their gunshots as I stepped into my car, my stomach threatening to leap up into my throat at any minute. I had no idea what they were doing to Carlos, and I ignored the police sirens that began to wail as soon as I hit the gas. Carlos, Carlos, Carlos..!

Once I saw a trail of blood on the ground, I knew I was close, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. It was then that I saw the big red truck - the huge red truck that had a limp person chained to the back. My eyes widened as I recognized Carlos chained to the back. That was all it took for rage to dawn upon me. I sped up my car, slamming into the side of the truck and shooting at the driver until they were forced to stop. Why wasn't Maero or Jessica driving the car? Killing them off would have been a perfect way to end this.

The drivers fell limp in the seat before a large explosion protruded from the vehicle, and I leaped out of mine, racing to the back of the truck. Carlos was laying limp on the asphalt, which was turning a dark maroon as I realized that he was likely dead. However, I noticed that there was a faint rise and fall of his rib cage, and I instantly flipped him over. He cried out as if he were a puppy that I had slammed into a wall. "Carlos, no..." I couldn't release him from the chains. His signature purple beanie cap? Gone. It was the first time that I could remember never seeing the kid without it. I kicked at the truck, at the chain... nothing. There was no way to release him from this.

I took a closer look at Carlos. His skin was peeling off in various places and there wasn't an inch of him that didn't appear bloodied. His nose, arms, and limbs all appeared broken or even shattered, and there was no way that he was ever going to be able to walk again. He moaned in misery, and I grabbed my phone, hoping to call the police - anything. Even if it meant us ending up in jail again for the rest of our lives. We didn't exactly have what you could call a 'clean slate' with the fuzz. Our records were at least a mile long.

I looked at my phone again, realizing that even should I call the hospital or the police Carlos would never make it in time. I blinked, looking down at Carlos fondly. I wouldn't let anyone know it, but I had a really deep soft spot for the guy. He was definitely the most loyal of the Saints, but I would never dare tell that to Gat or anyone else. Hell, he had gotten stabbed just to meet me at the prison! He had helped me break out, never leaving my side once as we made our way back to the Row. And that innocent gaze he always had plastered across his face...

Carlos was crying. It was too much for him. I grabbed his hand lightly in mine, my heart racing as I felt hot tears streaming down my face. "Carlos... I'm so sorry..." I had failed him. I should have known that the Brotherhood would have retaliated, and I should have taken every ounce of my will to protect Carlos and the rest of the Saints. Now Carlos was laying in his own blood after being dragged miles through the docks thanks to the Brotherhood.

He didn't make any notion of hatred, and his eyes were filled with gratitude. It

appeared he had forgiven me... or perhaps he had never thought it was my fault in the first place. I didn't know what to do at this point. He was in so much pain, and I was drawing out his torture. Slowly, I grabbed a pistol out of my pocket, giving him a questioning look. He nodded slowly, blinking up with his large eyes. I turned off the safety, and began to put it towards his head... and then I stopped.

I couldn't do this. It wasn't something platonic anymore. I had really started to grow feelings for him. People thought it was me and Johnny, but... Johnny didn't compare to Carlos. Carlos was.. everything. Strong, brave, loyal... another cry rang out.

I pressed my lips against Carlos', and he appeared surprised but didn't object as he closed his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I whispered, before grabbing the pistol. He gave a very faint smile, blinking twice and giving a slight nod yet again. The shot rang out into the night air, and I forced back tears, something I wasn't used to doing. I had killed Carlos. His hand slipped away from mine as blood continued to trickle out onto the night street.

I stood up, wiping my eyes slowly. There was no one there to witness this, thankfully, but I was really torn apart. I had to get Carlos a proper burial or something. It had ended this way... even though we hadn't wanted it to. Love was such a foreign emotion to me, and to feel it being stripped from myself like this...

I took a step out into the night, my phone gripped tightly in my hand. Maelo and Jessica wouldn't get off with this just like this. I would make sure they suffered. Both of them, whether that meant dragging them through the streets or feeding them to the sharks.

Either way, neither of them would live to tell the tale.