Heya folks, i'm the ghost of the most amazing actor Keith David, recognize. 8P
Anyway, this story came about as a random idea I had taking a walk at 3 in the morning after I finished up Saints Row IV and it tempted me so much I had to try for it. Harry is very VERY OOC in this fic and he will NOT be a Gary Stu if I can help it. so without further ado I give you, GANGSTERS IN SPACE...just kidding, even I wouldn't produce that badly written script.
"Avada Kadavra!", a shout, two words, and the loud din of the battlefield was silenced. Two words brought one heart to a halt without a stutter of resistance, and with it went all resistance of one side of a fierce battle. They had won, the Death Eaters had won. Because with glazed-over eyes laid a dead young man with black hair, staring with an endless gaze at the bloodied dirt under his body.
"Harry!", a voice, no one was quite sure who's it was, yelled in shock as all eyes turned to a laughing nose-less man in black who stood laughing as he threw the dead boy into the air with nothing but a flick of his wand. Voldemort wanted all the living eyes on the field to view this, his insult to the fatal injury of Wizarding Britain. "Look now at your precious savior! Watch his grand finale and weep!"The Dark Lord laughed as Harry's body started to descend before with another flick it exploded in the air, raining blood and bone fragment across the battlefield to cheers from the Death Eaters and a cackling Bellatrix Lestrange.
This was the end of the world at it's very beginning, the very last time one Harry Potter would defy fate in this world by denying the prophecy set for him. However, this story is not about Harry Potter's world ending, it is about his new beginning. Even if he had not held the Elder Wand he was still it's master and master of the cloak, stone, and wand made him Master of Death.
"WHERE THE HELL AM I?!", Harry yelled in annoyance for the fiftieth time, standing in an endless desert with a blank white sky and gray sands without even a shriveled cactus to look forward to seeing. Harry had woken up in this land knowing he was dead and in some kind of purgatory but unsure why he was in a desert, why he wasn't seeing his fellow dead people, and why he was naked and not caring about it. Granted he was alone in this apparently empty plain of existence but he thought he had retained some sense of modesty. Apparently not.
Despite his new-found shamelessness Harry trekked on, sometimes yelling for help, sometimes staying silent to ponder why he was there, but always walking and always finding nothing but the sky and sands. For a period of what would be thirty years he walked the sands of the endless desert, ten of which he was insane for. He spent ten years building sand castles using his own spit and giggling at jokes he yelled to the sky before he got bored with his dementia and swore to himself he was cured of insanity, his imagined therapist said so dammit! So now here he stood next to a full sized replica of the house of Lords pondering if he could make a blade out of sand to kill himself again when something interesting happened.
"impressive work, but you need to work on your plumbing skills", a man in a fine tailored black suit said simply as he stepped out of the front gate of the giant sandcastle and slammed the door behind him. It was a testament to Harry's craftsmanship that the structure stayed in tact. Harry of course was used to his imagination creating company for him so his reaction to this new figure before him was a stupid grin and a jaunty wave.
"Well, I was going to hook it up properly but I haven't felt the need to pee for quite a while." This made the both of them laugh. The man in the suit was short, only about 5 feet 6 inches, with a handsome face. His jaw thin and cheekbones high with thin lips and a roman nose, topped by thick masculine eyebrows and short cropped silver hair. Harry liked him for no other reason then he was probably part of his subconsciousness. He would be right in a way, as death is in everyone's minds, even at the very earliest parts of their lives.
"Are you ready to go, Harry?", Death asked simply as he looked at the odd boy who had become his master just before his world had been sealed off as destroyed. Harry nodded and with that he stood up and the two began to walk. "It's time for you to be returned Harry, sorry I had to make you wait for so long, but after you died I had to deal with the massive influx of new souls that kept me distracted for quite a while. It seemed like five other universes were scheduled for apocalypse at the same time as yours, so I had to get caught up on the back log." Death explained with a sigh that every overworked desk clerk knows.
"Eh, no problem, you could have picked a better vacation spot though. I mean seriously, I got bored with insanity!", Harry whined which only made Death giggle. Yes, you read that right, Death giggled like a preteen girl at Harry's whining. Harry of course felt his only reasonable rebuttal to such a reaction was pouting, "don't laugh at my pain! Are we going or not?!", This made death laugh harder at his favorite master before wrapping Harry in a hug and saying, "I can't go with you, but you can feel free to visit every once in a while. Just be sure to talk to strangers and never pay for sex." Death cackled and Harry snuggled into the warm hug as his vision faded.
"What's going on?! We paid up this month!" were the first words Harry heard, his eyes still closed as he felt the rough texture of an uncomfortable bench beneath him, cold and hard.
"Yeah, well someone else paid more!" another voice, gruff and tired, as if he had said this before one to many times, stated before the squeak of hinges and the sound of keys locking something revealed Harry's location to his still sleepy mind, prison. He also found it a wise decision for now to keep pretending he was asleep, while the people, two males and one woman apparently, discussed what went wrong with their gang and why they seemed to be getting too commercialized. His act was ended however when one of the men sat on him, causing Harry to jump at the contact and flail for the air that was knocked out of him. "Whoops, sorry lil dude", the man said, wearing sunglasses in the dark cell, a gray and purple leather jacket, and looking like a very muscular Asian-American man. Normally Harry would blush at his deep voice and appearance but he was too busy gulping back air.
"Make a new friend Johnny?" The woman said, tall and slender with curvy hips. She was wearing her hair in a curly ponytail with a serious glare that was apparently a constant on her face as the other two had no reaction to it's ferocity. She was dressed in a black leather jacket and shiny purple skinny jeans with stiletto boots and Harry for one appreciated the view of "Johnny" and this new woman.
"What's your name kid and why are ya hear?" Johnny asked and Harry sat up to allow the woman a seat which got a small smile out of her, "my name's Harry, no clue why I'm here though."
"You a banger?" Johnny asked and Harry quirked an eyebrow up at him, "I can assure you I am not a breakfast sausage." This got Johnny to put on a poleaxed expression while the woman snorted behind her hand.
"He's asking if you're in a gang kid. Although ya don't look it", This time it was the third voice he had heard but had not investigated so he turned his head. Leaning against the wall was a man in his mid-twenties possibly, with a purple Fluer De Lis on his neck and handsome face. His hair was short and spiky, colored bright blue with golden eyes (probably contacts). He was dressed in a similar fashion to Johnny with an all purple leather jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers.
Harry very much appreciated the appearances of his cell mates, but decided to ogle later in favor of introductions, he was nothing if not insane and cordial after all. He cleared his throat and simply said, "I am not in a gang, I don't know how I got here, and I'm pretty sure I'm slightly if not completely insane."
"I like him", Johnny shrugged as he looked at their leader who was grinning at Harry's little spiel. Johnny held out a hand which Harry shook with a little hesitance, "Nice to meet ya Harry, name's Johnny Gat. This is Shaundi", he pointed to the woman who was now giving Harry a small grin, "and that's the Boss." He pointed to the only other male in the room who nodded at him. Harry decided at this point in time it was easier just to refer to the guy as Boss instead of getting his name at the moment because their conversation was being interrupted.
Two women were standing at the door to the apparently co-ed cell, twins with dark hair and wearing gray turtleneck dresses. The only way to tell them apart was the sunglasses on their heads, one set pink the other white. They were both incredibly beautiful, but the way they were looking at the four of the cellmates, like they were totally beneath them, marred that beauty.
With them came several men in dark suits and red shirts wearing sunglasses, "we have some business to discuss with you three, any lip from you and the guns start shooting.", one of the twins said as the men grabbed the three Saints. Another guard was approaching Harry but it appears they had not accounted for him, "Ms. Dewinter, what about this one?" he asked and was met with only a casual shrug and a motion to take Harry too. Without further ado black bags were covering the prisoners' heads and they were all thrown into the back of a van.
So now they were on a plane, that was at least what Harry had garnered by the feeling of semi-weightlessness in his gut. They had been kidnapped and put on a plane, tied in chairs in some tacky red room with a giant television screen on one wall and a neon red star on the wall across from them. The four were facing a scowling older man with graying hair in a fancy suit, a red scarf around his shoulders and a gold-tipped cane in his hands. The twins stood in front of the television while the man began to talk.
The Saints were in the cell with Harry when he woke up because they had robbed this guy's bank, and now the weird frenchy wanted them to talk about some corporate takeover? They wanted the Boss to hand over 66% of the Saints profit in exchange for not being killed on the spot, of course I paraphrase this because Harry found his imagination more entertaining then some boring conversation that had nothing to do with him. The thing that finally caught his interest in reality was the end of the conversation when Johnny charged Francois or whatever his name was, Harry didn't bother to remember it.
Shaundi, being ever the cool head in the situation pulled Harry away from the fight and behind an overturned table with the Boss while Johnny threw himself over a moment later, bleeding from quite a few new stomach wounds but still calm as ever. The Boss just looked at him, "what do we got Johnny?"
"Armed guards, automatic weapons and good fighting skills, I can take 'em", Johnny shrugged as if he hadn't just been stabbed by the knife that Javeire kept in his cane. Harry was impressed with both his cockiness and ability to shrug off injury like that.
"Whatever, this plane is gonna be going down soon, we have to get to the cockpit and get out of here!" Shaundi yelled as she punched a guard out in one hit and stole his gun. Harry simply shrugged and did the same by kicking a guard into a wall and taking up a pistol. This action only made Gat smirk, "not bad kid, I'll deal with the old dude. Shaundi, you and the Boss take the kid and get out of here." Johnny didn't wait for a response as he jumped back into the fight without a gun.
Harry honestly didn't know if he should stay and help Johnny or not but Shaundi seemed to decide for him, dragging Harry to his feet while the Boss threw open the door into the aisle seats and starting to shoot down the guards. Harry had ducked himself on the side of the door, "normal day for you?" He asked as he looked up at the Boss.
"Would you be surprised?", The Boss gave his rebuttal as he loaded in a fresh clip before ducking into the room. Harry followed, shooting down guards in the second row of seats as he took his cue from the Boss. Oddly enough before Harry was in the Desert he would have found such an act of violence sickening, now however, he was so far away from his old self that he pondered where he could get one of the suits the guards were wearing as he shot them down.
"Boss!" Shaundi's voice yelled through a speaker above them, "get to the back of the plane and open the cargo bay, the controls are locked and this thing is going down!" She said before her voice cut out. With that information the two men shot their way through the cargo hold, running and jumping over custom-painted vehicles and popping bullets into anyone they ran into. Once the lift was open they were both sucked out into open air with one parachute between them. To this day Harry still refuses to admit he screamed like a falsetto pre-teen girl in a campy horror flick when the Boss dropped him to pull the chute on to his back before catching him again.
"I think you just broke the sound barrier there!", The Boss laughed while Harry did his best to resist popping him in the mouth with the butt of his gun and instead shot down the free falling thugs while the Boss cleared the various cars and shipping crates they were falling towards.
In the middle of all of this the Boss finally realized they had forgotten something, "where the Hell is Shaundi?"
"Right here Boss, I jumped ship right before you did! Wait, did you forget I was even there?!", She screeched in disbelief. The Boss paled, "me forget you? Never!"
"You totally did! I can't believe you-"
"Hey look another plane, good chattin' with ya!", The Boss quickly took the opportunity to run away like a scared puppy as he dived into the cockpit of another plane in the French guy's fleet. Of course to do this he dropped Harry again leaving Shaundi to cut loose her main chute to try and catch him. After she had finally got a hand on Harry's wrist she pulled him close before snapping her auxiliary chute out and together they drifted down as the second plane began to explode at the middle, splitting in half as the Boss dive-bombed towards them.
"You're an asshole!", Shaundi and Harry yelled at the same time as the Boss pulled his rip-chord on the chute and they all leveled out towards the ground. Once they finally touched ground in some seedy looking alleyway both of them took the opportunity to smack the Boss in the back of the head, before they realized Johnny had not joined them on the ground. Shaundi's face blanked of all emotion as all three of them looked to the sky to see flaming cargo and plane skeleton still falling from the sky to land all over the city. Harry barely knew Johnny, barely knew any of these people he was now associated with, but Johnny seemed like a good man, and now Harry would never get to know him. The two gangsters were still looking up to the sky as they lost themselves in memories of Johnny, while Harry left them to mourn for a bit, taking a look around the area they had landed in.
So that's the first chapter, I know I rushed Harry's death but hey, this is not about his old life, it's about his journey through life as a Saint. and yes Harry is more then a bit bisexual but there are no set pairings in this story much like the game. You wouldn't be into the monogamy thing either if you were in The Desert, you'd just be happy you had company haha! Anyway, I would love to see your reactions to this chapter as it encourages me to continue with it. Please review and know that if you do, Harry will be personally trained by Shaundi in the secret way she uses to control the Boss.