This story starts off with a boy named Eric Peter, no older than 20, Eric grew up in Stilwater, a run-down town and lived in a hell-hole apartment on Saints Row. It was eight at night as he was walking down the poorly lighten alley way. Wearing a black T Shirt and Jeans he passed by a man in a thick hooded coat holding a briefcase
"Watches, I've got watches here" The same said as Eric passed by looking at him
"Hey man this'll cost you 60 dollars at the store" The man as pointing to the collection in the case, featuring watches of various shapes styles
"Already taken care of" Eric kept pointing to a leather strapped digital watch on his wrist walking away
"Aww whatever watches" the hooded man said as Eric noticed a girl his age on the street corner wearing a pink tank top and shorts as she looked at him
"Hey baby, I could show you a good time" She said in a flirty tone
"Oh Hell no" Eric heard as he turned seeing graffiti on the brick wall which had a wheel and the word "Rollerz" written in blue, there were three people wearing yellow hoodies and bandanas
"The Rollerz, are tagging our turf; Levar you gonna let those rich boys disrespect us?" One of the guys in yellow asked as Levar held up a can of spray paint
"What you think" Levar replied shaking the can uncapping it spraying yellow paint on the wall as three boys in blue jersey walked up to them
"What, you think you're doing" One of the boys in blue asked carrying a baseball bat
"Just being civic minded, that's all" One of the guys in yellow said sarcastically
"That so, One of the boys in blue replied
"Yeah, some rich white boy painted all over this wall, were just cleaning it up" the other guy in yellow said as the guy in blue cracked the bat over his head and lunged for the other guys in yellow as Levar sprayed the attacker in the eyes as a fight broke out between the two gangs. Eric just watching from a distance as a red Hollywood drove up to them blaring rap music; inside three Hispanics wearing red jackets
"Hector says Buenas noches" On of the guys in red said pulling out a sub machine gun as gun fight emitted between the three group leaving must of the yellow and blue guys dead as the red Hollywood drove up, the last guy in blue got a shot right in the driver's head as the car crashed right near Eric. The guy in blue looked over the wreckage discharging his gun; not seeing the guy in yellow behind him put a handgun to his pulling the trigger. The lone gangster walked to Eric cocking his gun
"Wrong time, Wrong place" The guy said as Eric closed his eyes hearing a gunshot. Eric reopened them seeing the yellow guy on the ground and seeing two guys in Purple
"You okay Playa" one of them said helping Eric up
"Fine" Eric said dusting himself off looking at the gangster who was older and wore a black leather coat
"Julius, let's move" The blond guy said as they walked away from the murder scene
"Don't look so bad, you should fine, that's troy; you can thank him later" Julius said pointing to blond haired gangster
"The Row ain't safe no more son, we got gangs fighting over turf that ain't theirs, and If you're in the way, they don't care if you represent or not" Julius said
"Julius, This is no time to recruit" Troy said
"We need all the help we can get son" Julius said turning to his friend
"No, we NEED to get outta here" Troy replied
"In a minute" Julius replied turning back to Eric
"Look, The Row's got a problem, Come to the old church If you wanna be a part of the solution" Julius said walking away with Troy