Disclaimer- I don't own the Saints Row universe, Volition does. *goes and cries in the corner* and I don't own White Chicks. I only own the plot, and a few of my OC's that will be in later chapters.
I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that have created the new level of living I now enjoy. ~Tony Robbins
I groaned, and opened my eyes. Where the fuck was I? The last thing I remember, the Saints and I were watching White Chicks at HQ.
My head was throbbing, I felt like it was gonna explode. My chest felt like an elephant stepped on it, and I'm positive my leg was broken, it was twisted in an unnatural way. Alright, who the fuck did this shit? I'll shove a goddamn knife up their ass.
My eyes scanned my surroundings, and I cringed. I was in a warehouse or something, all of these wires were hooked up to me, and this weird ass band was around my head. But I wasn't alone, all around me, in a circle, were the Saints. Pierce,Shaundi,Oleg,Kinzie,Viola,Angel,Zimos, and Johnny. I instantly saw red, no one fucks with my gang, especially my boyfriend.
Growling, I twisted and pulled at the wrist ties, but they were made of metal, no way could I break that shit.
"It's no use." Johnny spoke up. His head was down, as if he was ashamed.
"Johnny...what happened?" I whispered, concern evident in my voice.
"Da-"
"Well it's about time your pathetic ass woke up!"
I hissed at the familiar voice. Just then, a large man came into my view. Killbane.
"Let us go assface, now." I threatened, hate burning in my eyes.
"I can't do that just yet Saint, after all, you didn't even get what you deserved." He nonchalantly spoke, beginning to circle around my chair.
"What the hell are you talking about!?" I demanded, I didn't have time for this shit.
"Oh its quite simple, even you can comprehend it." He teased. "It goes like this, you humiliated me at MurderBrawl, you shamed me forever." He started visibly shaking from anger. I didn't like where this was going...
"So I decided to do the same. The machine that you and your comrades are hooked up to, is a memory receiver. You will relive every memory up till you joined the Saints. And these," he gestured to the others, "people will relive them with you. All of your secrets will be revealed. That seems fair, doesn't it?" He crouched, getting eye level with me.
No,no, no! All of my memories? NO! They can't find out, no they just can't!
"You fucking piece of shit!" I screamed at him. "I'll fucking kill you! I'll rip you into a thousand goddamn pieces!" I thrashed against the restraints, I had to get out, now, before he activates the machine.
"You got something to hide? I'm sure you have plenty of secrets. You may even thank me, maybe you just need to get some off your chest." Before I could even think, he punched me, square in the chest. I felt multiple ribs snap, well at least the ones that weren't already broken.
I gasped painfully, desperately searching for air. I saw blackness creep into my eyes, and I blinked a couple times, trying to regain my vision.
"Leave her alone shit face!" Johnny yelled, desperately trying to get free, but it was no use.
Killbane just ignored him, amused at the sight of me helpless.
"How were you able to do this?" Kinzie piped up, speaking for the first time.
"Oh yeah, your best friend Matt, made it for me. Of course he did need a little persuasion." He informed, strutting over to a machine. He pressed a few buttons, and it glowed and beeped. All the while the others were yelling obscenities and protests, but it was no use.
He was about to pull a lever, when I finally spoke again.
"Please," I whispered. "Don't do this, please." I knew I must of looked pathetic, broken, bloody, and pleading. But the others can't find out. They just can't.
"Too late." He hissed, and he pulled the lever.
A/N: Holla. Well then, isn't that shitty of Killbane? Ever since I played Saints Row for the first time, I wanted to write the Boss's backstory. Two years later, here I am! Ok, so I plan on getting the next chapter up today, but I'm not sure. By the way, I love the movie White Chicks, its hilarious. The Wayans bros are geniuses. If you haven't seen it, go watch it! For the people in America, happy SuperBowl! Who are you rooting for? I don't like either of the teams so I really couldn't give a shit. Thanks for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated.