AN: So, I'm not much of a writer... at all, and one day i got bored, so after reading hours of fanfictions, I decided to try a one shot. Who knows, maybe I'll make it continue. I have a plot line in mind, I just don't know how to write it. Haha.
I turned to feel something cold and hard underneath me. Groaning, I pushed myself up on my knees. Glancing around, I could tell, that I wasn't on any street I had ever seen. Although, there was a weird… Familiarity, in the people I could see strolling up and down the streets. 'Where have I seen this before?' I thought to myself, while chuckling darkly. Suddenly gunshots erupted from a large sea of purple. People were running any way that physics allowed them to, and the shooting men, were angrily gunning down anyone in yellow, green, or red.
"What the…" I said aloud, but my voice caught in my throat as a man approached me, gun waving.
"Haha, you damn Brotherhood should have run when you had the chance…!"
The man had stopped in front of me, his expression was cold, but unreadable, of course, it didn't help that he was wearing tinted glasses.
"Brotherhood…? I don't understand!" I tripped over my words as he drew his gun closer to me.
"Playing dumb isn't going to change anything, you stupid whore."
Tears stung at my eyes, as I looked pleadingly up at the man. He had hard Asian features, and spiky black hair. 'Did he think I was a 'brotherhood' because of my red polo?' I swiftly glanced down at it, before shaking my head and looking back up at him.
"Please! I really don't know what you'r-" I cut myself off. I did know, it came hurling back at me as I stared at this man. He was Johnny Gat, ferocious killer in the Saints row series, and the brotherhood was a gang from the second game…but what was I doing in Stilwater. This place doesn't even exist!
I was pulled out of my thoughts by hands grabbing on my collar and thrusting me against a brick wall behind me. I gasped and grabbed his hands, while trying to reach the ground with my feet.
"Listen, you Brotherhood fucks killed one of our good Lieutenants..., so don't think we will just let you get away with that." He growled. His face was inches from mine, and I started to panic, it was obvious that I was screwed. Suddenly, a gentle British accent came from behind Johnny.
"Come on Gat, I think we finally finished all the remainders, anyone else will just drop their flags."
The Boss came sidling up next to Gat, and stared me down with uninterested eyes. Gat just sneered and dropped me to the ground. I glanced up at them, and saw him cock his gun. I didn't know what else to do.
"Johnny…" He raised an eyebrow at me, and after a beat, I kicked at his knee's causing him to cry out in pain and fall. 'Haha, good think you got shot in the knee, old man.' My victory though, was short-lived, because as soon I got to my feet and began running, a gunshot echoed throughout the street, followed by a sharp impact in my thigh. I couldn't help but fall, and tumble into some nearby trash cans. 'Oh this is just great…' I thought, whilst picking trash out of my long hair. The boss came walking up to me, pistol in hand, and bent down in front of me. He just stared at me, before smirking.
"You don't have any tattoos. Don't suppose you know anything about trucks do you?"
I glanced up at him, before putting a hand, to my now, profusely bleeding wound.
"If you count knowing the colors of trucks, then, yeah, I guess."
He snorted at that, before glancing down the road. Following his gaze, I saw a very angry Johnny Gat, limping towards us. I began trying to crawl backwards, but before I could even get a foot, a sharp pain ran through my body from the hole in my thigh. I grit my teeth, and swore.
"Is there a reason this bitch is still breathing!?"
I pushed myself up on my elbows, and glared at Gat. The boss just sighed, and stood up.
"She wasn't lying Johnny. I don't think she's In the brotherhood, she just has really bad timing."
"Bullshit! She kicked me!"
The boss sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well you were holding her at gunpoint, and attempting to kill her for something she didn't do…not to mention you shot her afterwards."
Gat just shrugged, before holstering his pistol.
"Well, she was wearing red, what can I say." He said this with a slight smile, before offering a hand to me. I just stared at his hand, afraid of, not only putting weight on my leg, but also him. Gat frowned, before kneeling down.
"I'm not gonna bite, Kiddo." I just smiled lightly, before glancing at my leg. My hand was now covered in blood, something, I really wasn't used to. At all.
"Come on" Gat said quietly before grabbing under my arms and gently pulling me off the ground. I was led by him, and the boss to their car, where I sat in the back while, they drove back to their hideout. 'Their hideout was the Purgatory… right? And… the main people I know about, are the boss, Gat, Shaundi, Peirce, and Carlos… but I'm guessing by what Gat said, he already died.' I sighed angrily, put my head against the window. 'What the hell is going on.'
After Gat had stitched and bandaged my leg, he showed me to one of the empty hotel rooms that they had underneath the purgatory. I had quietly thanked him, before sitting on my bed, head in my hands. I thought about telling them. Telling them that i didn't belong here, but I didn't know how. Sighing, I got up and limped upstairs, to where many saints where celebrating the fall of the Brotherhood. I found an empty seat at the bar, and sat down.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking sweetheart?"
I turned around to see Shaundi, holding a blunt, and smiling. I just shrugged and motioned my hand, to show that I wasn't planning on it. She frowned at me, before leaning against the bar.
"How old are you anyway?"
Smirking, I glanced up at her.
"Seventeen."
She nodded silently, and paused before continuing.
"What are you doing here…? I can't help but notice… that you just don't seem like the gang type."
I snorted, and glanced back across the room, where I saw the boss, Pierce, and Gat all sitting around laughing. Unintentionally, I had caught Gat's eye, and quickly shifted my gaze.
"Well… I'm not quite sure honestly, I don't know how I got here, or what I'm doing… I just woke up on the street, and then got attack by Johnny."
She had smiled at that.
"Gee, you kids dabble in drugs earlier and earlier." She said, and walked away to join a few people in body shots.
I frowned. She thought I blacked out because of drugs? I was at home a few hours ago, where Stilwater was just a fictional place in a video game, and she and the others were characters within the game!
"Something on your mind?"
I turned to see Johnny walking towards me. I just shrugged again, and played with my necklace.
"Don't suppose you're interested in rolling with us…"
I looked up at him in disbelief, he was looking at me over his beer.
"I didn't think I'd be allowed to." He just smirked at me.
"Sure! You parents might not approve though,"
My smile vanished when he said that. Would I ever see them again...? Well, actually, I could care less now, as I was still pissed at my mom…but still… Would I even get out of this city alive? Hell, I'd already been shot.
"Well… it's not like I have anywhere else to go."
He had a serious expression, as he nodded and turned towards the crowd of saints.
"Well then." He paused briefly to look over my appearance. Wrinkled red polo, with bloody skinny jeans, and Nike shoes, to go along with my long, and curly black hair.
"Might want to get some purple on you."
So there you go! An.. odd little story. I do realize that people may be a little out of their character, but whatever. Haha. Hope you enjoyed it. I have more written, but I'm waiting to see what happens.
:D