(Jordin is NOT my real name... I like to call my character that on SR2)
The Rain was pounding on The Dark streets of Saints Row...
The rain was pounding... ripping my heart... pounding it... to kill it...
The rain hid my tears as I looked down at him...
His blood covered face... his torn skin... ... The hole in his head...
my heart pounded to every raindrop falling onto the gray concrete...
The dark rose red bloody getting washed away by the flowing rain.
"Help..." I whimpered weakly, I knew it was hopeless... he was already dead... I was weak... To weak to save Carlos... to weak to think about my actions, If would cause some-one harm...
I learned that the HARD way...
I wanted to run... run from It all...
The Saints... The violence... The other gangs... Carlos...
I had to kill alot of people... but Carlos was differant...
I wanted to close my eyes and I would wake up... all a nightmare... A bad dream But this was reality... and reality was Sh*t...
What was I thinking! If I never put that toxic waste in that tattoo ink...
Carlos would still be breathing... living... smiling...
Even if i did get that chain off the BrotherHood van...
He would of died of blood loss... Yes, I regret shooting him... But it was to put him out of his misery...
His pain... The pain I caused him... This was my fault... Carlos's DEATH was MY fault...
I never blamed myself for deaths... but I could now... It was all to obvious...
"Carlos..." I whispered with the howling wind and the beating down rain.
I wish he could have his last words... like in the movies... Like when they confess their love to the other person... or proposing to them before they pass away...
Carlos was getting wet ... not from the rain... from my tears... MY tears...
I reached out to his face and lightly brushed my index finger along his collar bone.
"I'll miss you Carlos..." I knew he couldn't hear me... he was long gone... but deep down... I wished he some how could.
"Hey Don't feel bad..." Johnny patted my shoulder.
I was at Aisha's house, sitting with a beer bottle in my hand, on the sofa.
"But Johnny..." I sniffed.
"No buts... That was the F*cking best thing you could of done for the kid..." Johnny pointed out.
"Johnny... I killed him... he died because of me...!" I stuttered in between uneasy breaths.
"No... If he was still here-" Johnny got cut off by me.
"IF Johnny... F*cking god damn IF he was still here! He WOULD be If i never put that toxic waste in the ink!" I snapped.
"You never get upset about killing some one... hell you sometimes brag all day about it..." Johnny said.
"But... Carlos... Carlos had something special..." I felt a tear roll down my face...
It looked like Johnny figured something out, "Jordin, Carlos... felt special to you?".
"Y...yeah... why do you ask...?" I wiped a tear away.
"Your not the one for LOVE are you..." Johnny said.
"No... Im not... never loved some one... LIKE THAT in my life..." I stated.
"I think you have..." Johnny gave a weak smile.
"What the Sh*t are you talking about Gat?" I was starting to get impatient.
"You... loved... Carlos..." Johnny said slowly.
"Sure I did... like a brother" I lied.
"I think i can tell Jordin... you love LOVED Carlos" Johnny said.
"I didn't..." I growled.
"No... not didn't... Still DO" Johnny smiled.
"Even if I do or don't... he is gone and thats god damn IT" My forehead creased.
"Why don't we go get wasted? You know take your mind off things... TeeNays?" Johnny asked.
My voice was gone... my face was damp from tears and my eyes were blood shot...
All I could do was nod.
"Alright, lets go" He smiled "To TeeNays".
"Johnny! Where are you going!" Aisha said as she walked into the room.
"To Teenays... " Johnny stopped and turned.
"Oh no your not... you got the laundry to do..." Aisha put her hands on her hips.
"But... Jordin is f*cked... she needs comfort" Johnny pouted.
Aisha sighed and closed her eyes "Okay... you can go... BUT your doing the laundry when you get back".
"Thanks Eesh" Johnny walked over to Aisha and kissed her.
I tried to denied it but I imagiained me and Carlos...
"Alright! Lets go get DRUNK!" Johnny grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door.
I was sitting at the bar, head in my hands... with three beer bottles around me.
"ch...cheer up Jordin..." Johnny stuttered "Go... go dance on a pole or something"
Johnny was really annoying when he was drunk...
"Gat... go get a lap dance..." I muttered "And I will not go dance on a pole!"
"Come on..." Johnny poked my shoulder a few times "cooommmeee onnnn".
"No... I wont pole dance for you enjoyment" I growled.
"Wh...why not" Johnny slurred.
"Because im not Johnny... FULL STOP..." I put my head in my hands again.
"You're a buzzkill... you know that?" Johnny staggered on his feet.
"Piss off Johnny..." I exhaled.
"Come on... just for a minute..." Johnny tugged at my top.
"Johnny... dont touch me..." I lifted my head.
"Go Dance ON THE POLE!" Johnny slurred.
"NO! GAT!" I shouted at him.
Johnny moaned "Whhhhyyy?".
"You know what... Im going home" I stood up and headed for the door.
Before I reached the door I felt some one pull my wrist.
"Don't go... yet..." Johnny said.
"Johnny ... LET GO!" I tried to pull away.
"Don't...go...home..." Johnny pulled me closer to him.
"Johnny... I will tell you one more time... LET GO!" I struggled.
Johnny tightened his grip.
"Johnny... you're DRUNK!" I pulled some more.
"Don't Go" Johnny breathed.
I made my hand into a ball and my hand connected with Gat's cheek.
Johnny let go of my wrist and groaned.
"I told you to let go" I ran out the double doors and into my purple and black Bezier.
I turned the key and the engine roared to life.
"I just want to go home and sleep" I mumbled to myself.
I floor the gas and drove off through the violent streets...
I made it too my apartment and parked my Bezier in the garage.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
I walked into the lobby and to the elivator,
I pressed number four and the doors closed...
The doors opened and I stood infront of the first door in the corridoor.
I found my keys and turned the lock and opened the door.
Before I turned the lights on I saw a figure at the far end of the room.
"H..hello?" I said "I have got a gun... please say something".
Nothing...
"I will shoot..." I reached for my 44 shephard.
Then a moan came from the non- moving figure.
"Huh... say something" I pulled the gun out.
"Uhhhhhhhrrr" The shadowy figure groaned.
"I Will shoot" I started to tremble and I cocked the gun.
"uuuuuhhhhh" It moaned.
I hesitated and reached for the light...
Then I saw a Purple beanie.
No... I couldn't be... Carlos is dead!...
I flicked the light on and turned once again towards the figure.
"Ggggrrrruuuhhh" The bloody boy said.
My eyes went wide when I scanned the once shadow.
"C...ca...Carlos?" I stuttered.
"uhhhhgggggg" ... Carlos? Moaned again.
"It can't be you... You're dead..." I aimed the gun.
"bbrrgggg" He groaned.
'Carlos's' skin wasn't its normal very light pink... It was red... and pale white... He had a hole through his head as well...
"Carlos..." I said again, then I gulped.
"Brrgg?" He moaned as if he meant to say 'Yes'
"Carlos... How are you... here... stop moaning..." I trembled... still holding the gun.
"Ugggghhhhh urrrrrhhh" He groaned as if he answered my question.
"Carlos... Can you talk.. can you understand me?" I gulped "Moan if you can understand... dont If you cant...".
"uuggghhhhrrr" Carlos moaned.
"So you can understand me?" I lowered the gun.
Carlos looked like he nodded.
I slowly walked over to ... Carlos...
I stopped...
"Wait..." I suddenly thought... "Is Carlos a ZOMBIE?"
I then started walking again.
"Buuuhhhh" Carlos sounded... alittle happy...
I then was a few feet away from ... Zombie Carlos.
"Hey... Carlos" I said.
"ugghh" Zombie Carlos said.
I straightened up "You okay?".
"urgh" Carlos sounded like he meant to say 'Fine' or 'good'.
"Well... Im okay... I have been crying about you Carlos..." I can't believe I was talking to a ZOMBIE... Carlos could kill me any second... but most of me some how didn't allow me to Care...
"Ugh frrruu" Carlos stepped closer and I didn't move.
Part of me wanted to run and call for help... but a bigger part wanted to stay beside... Carlos...
"Well... for a Zombie... You look great Carlos..." I gave a small laugh... not a nervous one... a normal...
"tthhhhuu" Carlos then pulled me to his chest.
I jumped alittle as I thought he was going to rip my flesh to peices... but I allowed it.
"uugghh" He groaned.
I was going to miss his voice and normal skin and face... but If Carlos was here... I'm happy...
"Hey... Carlos... Maybe tomorow we can go scare the Sh*t out of Shaundi, Peirce and Gat?" I laughed.
"huuhhh" He moaned "guuuhh" He sounded like he meant to say 'Hell Yeah' or 'Sounds Good'
I KNOW! I bet your like... this gurl is CRAAZZZYYY for making a Zombie understand a human!
Well I am Crazy so I make crazy stories! :P