Hello peoples, I am really wanting to write this story atm, but don't worry I'll go back to my other ones soon enough.
This story is based on my original character Christian, who is not the leader of the 3rd Street Saints, he is simply a member. The boss is Cami, and she is still a major part, but not as important.
Christian pulled up his loaded Tombstone from behind the car and aimed it directly at the pimp's head. He readied his hand on the trigger before his sister was pushed out in front of him.
"What the fuck?" He yelled as he tensed up and accidentally pressed down on the trigger.
The whole atmosphere of screaming and bullets around went completely silent just like in a movie. He dropped his gun and ran over to his sister as she fell to the ground. He put his hand on the bullet wounds trying to stop the bleeding, but to no avail. It wasn't until he saw a shadow overcast her body that he knew there was someone behind him. He looked up to the pimp he had previously attempted to murder, holding a gun to his head.
"Any last words, BITCH?" He asked as he pressed the cold steel harder against Christian's head.
"Just two," came another voice, female this time. "Good night." The man fell limp to the ground, releasing his grip on the gun. Christian continued to attempt to revive his sister, even though he knew she was too far gone.
"She's dead." The leader of the 3rd Street Saints interrupted coldly. "Get up."
Christian fought the urges to ignore and disobey this person, but he knew how powerful she was and how she had just saved his life. He stood up after taking the small pistol from the dead pimp's hand and followed Cami out of the shower of bullets and yells and into a nearby alleyway.
"What the hell were you doing?" She yelled at him.
"What do you mean?" He yelled back, trying to combat the sound and backing up against a wall.
"I mean, this is serious shit. You walk out there and try to be a hero, you're gonna get killed. Why are you even here kid?" She answered with a serious tone.
"I was trying to get my sister. They kidnapped her."
"Well I'm sorry kid, but they've done a bit more than just kidnapping her." Christian felt tears welling up in his eyes and this did not go unnoticed by Cami.
"You're not gonna fucking cry now. I know how you feel, but this is no place. Now get in the fucking car." She yelled before running over to her purple Venom and climbing in the driver's seat. She sped off out the other end of the alleyway and towards the Saints hideout.
"You're one of us now kid." She said while throwing a random purple tracksuit jacket from her backseat over to him.
"What?" He yelled back.
"Unless you'd rather go back, I highly suggest you stick with me, kid."
"Please stop calling me kid." He rebelled again.
"Well then, what's your fucking name?"
"Christian."
"Well Christian, you should probably stick with me."
So that's it so far, I'm gonna post this, then some Tumblr, then bed. Goodnight. Please review. Let me know if I should continue or not.
Luvv ya,
xxMini