Indestructible
Prologue
Authors Note: I hope you guys enjoy my first ever Saints Row fanfiction, the story itself is set after the Save Shaundi ending of Saints Row the Third but the prologue is set at the beginning of Saints Row One. The lovely cover art belongs to the deviantart artist CT05 who has graciously allowed me to use it.
Nickolaus Larenz was fuming, "you incompetent swine!" He yelled, grabbing the security guard that had been on shift by his shirt collar, "what do you mean he escaped?"
The new security guard gulped and stammered out half sentences and excuses, Doctor Larenz swore and threw the guard back. He strode over to the shattered floor to ceiling window at the end of the hallway and peered down at the street below. The guard joined him.
"It was crazy man, I heard glass shattering and moaning sounds coming from one of the labs and I rushed over to check it out 'cause I thought it was a burglar or something." The young security guard recalled. "Just as I reached the door the sonofabitch on the other side kicked it off its hinges. With one kick it went flying down the hall. A solid wood door!"
"Continue!" The German scientist snapped.
"Well like I was saying, I dropped my gun in shock and it went off when it hit the carpet. The psycho who broke into the lab got scared I guess and ran down the hall and straight through the window."
Nickolaus didn't respond so the security guard continued. "But that isn't the craziest thing, not by far. He jumped out of a four storey window and by the time I rushed over he was running away, he didn't have broken legs or even a broken arm. He looked completely fine!"
Nickolaus Larenz slowly pulled a silenced pistol out of his lab coat and turned around. He fired six shots into the guards chest, killing him by the third shot. Even if the security guard didn't realise that the so called "burglar" hadn't broken in and had always been there he still knew too much. Doctor Larenz walked back over to the elevator and pushed the button. Just before it arrived he fished his cheap pay-as-you-go phone out of his pocket and sent a quick text.
CODE RED.
He had ran from his prison. He had kept running until the tall, sleek buildings of the business district were only a backdrop. He was now walking through some run down neighbourhoods.
"Watches! I got watches here, yo man this shit would cost you six hundred dollars in the store."
He ignored the man on the corner selling shoddy watches and pressed on, he was confused and frightened. His memories were fuzzy at best and every second they seemed to slip further and further out of his grasp.
"Oh, whatever," the salesman snapped, turning back to the corner. "Watches, I got watches here!"
He shivered, the night was cold and he was only wearing a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms.
A dark-skinned woman dressed in skimpy clothing slid of a windowsill and blocked him off. "Hey baby, I could show you a good time."
Before he could decline a shout of indignation drew both of their attention. Three men in yellow stood around a blue graffiti name on a red brick wall. He was too far to make out exactly what they were saying but they brought out spray-paint and began spraying it yellow.
Three men dressed in blue approached the gang members, the one in the middle armed with a baseball bat. Seconds later they were beating the crap out of each other.
He took half a step forward, not sure whether to help or run, when a red car screeched past him. The men in the car were all also only dressed in one colour, red. Something in his gut warned him of danger and he took a step back.
That's when the guns were pulled out. He turned and sprinted back down the street, the sounds of guns going off and screaming were deafening. The smell of sulphur and freshly drawn blood assaulted his sense of smell.
He had to throw himself to the side to avoid the red car racing past him. He lay spread-eagled half across the sidewalk and half across the road, he played dead.
He heard the sickening crunch as the car hit something, then a burst of assault rifle fire ant then one final pistol shot. He waited a second and then rolled onto his back, just in time to see the battered gang member garbed in yellow point his pistol at him.
"Wrong time, wrong place. Motherfu-"
BANG!
He blinked in shock as the man's head exploded, bits of brain matter and blood splashing him. An African-American man pulled him to his feet and led him away. The red car finally exploded, staggering both of them. A Caucasian man was on his saviour's other side. They were both dressed in dark clothing with blotches of bright purple in places.
The African-American man gently sat him down on the street corner(the watch salesman long gone) and began talking. He didn't pay his saviour any attention as he was on the verge of a panic attack.
His memories were finally completely gone, he didn't remember anything further back than waking up in a glass pod connected to wires and tubes. He had less than an hours worth of memories left!
He looked up and heard the last of his saviours speech. "The Rows got a problem kid, come to the church if you want to be part of the solution."
"You don't understand!" Doctor Larenz roared down the phone, "any minute now the last of his memories and training are going to go and millions of dollars will have gone down the drain!
He slammed the phone closed as his chauffeur brought the car around. He slipped into the backseat and gulped, he wasn't looking forward to explaining to Eterno Vector how his experiment had escaped. Especially since the subject was reacting positively to all the surgery and experiments so far.
Nickolaus Larenz gripped his gun for reassurance as he realise that he would be lucky to live through the night. He fished out the C4 detonator from another pocket and clicked the button, it wouldn't do to have that much evidence laying around especially after a young man had been shot six times and killed there.
A second later a building in the business district exploded, leaving no trace of the illegal and morally wrong experiments conducted within.