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Location: Mayor Hughes' boat, Downtown Stilwater, 2006.
Playa's POV:
"Yo, can we hurry this shit up? I wanna go to Freckle Bitches." I said to Hughes. I knew that he would be planning to kill me, because he wanted to. He spouted some shit about wanting to renovate the Row, and how the Saints were going to be his fucking scapegoats. I didn't give a damn. I mean I'm the leader of the Third Street Saints, well I am until Julius gets back from prison in like, a day. I'm the fucking deadliest man in the city. I took down the Carnales, I demolished the Vice Kings, and obiverated the Westside Rollerz. I killed both the mayor, and the chief of police. I ain't gonna listen to some whack-ass old man. I spotted Julius, I guess he was running from the police. I then heard Hughes saying that he would have to kill me. I reached back to grab my VICE 9, when I heard beeping. I knew what that was. Shit, someone put C4 on this boat!
"BOMB!" I yelled, running for safety. But it was too late, it went off, demolishing the boat. I was floating on debris. I blacked out soon after.
"Ugh..." I said, now the black had been replaced by white. It was some kind of bandage. I could hear chatter, but I couldn't understand a word. A song then came on the radio.
Welcome to your life, there's no turning back
Even while we sleep, we will find you
Acting on your best behavior
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world.
Well, Playa just woke up from a coma. Next chapter, he'll be breaking out of prison. Anyways, welcome to my novelization of Saints Row 2. This story will cover the prologue. Anyways, if you like this story, be sure to leave a review. Remeber to like, share, follow, and review. This is SMG4's SuperFan signing out!