A/N: A very late happy new year everyone! Hope everyone is having the time of their lives, thanks to everyone who reviewed! A massive shout out to KayCay, who improved this story loads! Check out her amazing Guns & Roses story! I probably won't continue if I don't get reviews, that may annoy you, but I just need to be motivated to write. Anyway, enough of me, enjoy the story and I hope you have a great day! :) P.S You probably won't understand some of this if you have not played Saints row 2!
CHAPTER TWO.
In a number of minutes, Steelport's runway had turned from howls of wind into masses of gunfire and blood. Dead corpses lied in every direction and bullet shells decorated the concrete; the place was a major battleground. Purple met red in a violent battle along the black tar that was the runway, and more and more bodies were dropping to their deaths every second.
It wasn't long before the courageous brutes entered the war zone, quickly sending Purple Bootleggers soaring through the air and dashing limp figures at the purple group. Most of the brutes were identical, wearing white stained tank tops and the large sized, black track pants.
It was quite obvious the Morningstar had a tight grip on this fiery battle, and the Saints seemed to be decreasing in numbers by the second.
While even more chaos was unleashing itself into a nearby warehouse, a certain somebody was making their way out to join the party. This somebody was the present ruler of the great empire that was the Third Street Saints. Some may say from riches to rags; what she said was from gangsters to corporate whores.
"Out of my city, bitch." Gabrielle roared, slamming her heel on the gas pedal and running some unlucky bitch over.
Usually, Gabrielle just had to ruin the gang operations and kill their leader and then they'd be fucked. But with the Syndicate, it was like someone was still in charge, like someone would instantly fill the gap. The Boss needed Kinzie to look into that shit; it wasn't her kind of thing. If Kinzie was no good, Shaundi could fuck a bunch of people until they find out like they used to.
Right now Gabrielle had more serious stuff to worry about, because half of her Saints were lying in pools of their own blood.
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Troy Bradshaw studied his laptop carefully. His brow was furrowed, as the Stilwater Butcher arrived onto the runway, seeming flustered and quite helpless. This didn't seem like the ruthless woman who he himself had fought alongside many years ago.
The leader of the Third Street Saints had changed drastically, and that wasn't a good thing in Troy's wicked mind, but then again the Chief of Police had changed over the past few years as well, so he couldn't say much.
The man leaned forward, and anxiously examined the wide screen on his laptop. The battle at Wesley Int. in Steelport seemed more deadly than anything that had ever happened in Stilwater, besides the Saints' fierce attack on the Brotherhood which ended with dozens of civilians dead.
Thoughts were running around Troy's mind, one was who the mysterious sender of the video was. The Chief of Police rapidly fiddled with the keyboard and scanned the large screen for a name. Kinzie Kensington was the sender, who the fuck was that? The confused figure frowned once again, before thinking of the name.
Maybe it was the name of a member of the Saints that he had busted out of jail before, considering the fact he did that everyday because of the one thing he felt. Guilt, all the time. They had the whole god damn city back when Julius was leader. All the other gangs were wiped out and of course, Troy still back stabbed them.
For one last time Troy analysed the puzzling sender. It definitely didn't ring a bell, nope. What did this person want? For Troy to help? Highly unlikely, Troy was in Stilwater, by the time he got there the Saints and Morningstar would have vanished. But there was one thing Troy could do.. It was out on a long-shot, but Troy reckoned it would work.
His train of thought was shattered like a mirror when the ruler of the Saints and her trustworthy lieutenants were pinned down tight, shit. Troy had to act fast, he quickly dialled a number and waited for someone to pick up.
10 Minutes Earlier..
Red Infuegos were lined up outside the warehouse the Saints were holding up in. Groups of Morningstar stood outside, celebrating their near triumph over the rulers of Steelport.
Inside corpses were scattered all over the rock solid ground, and dark crimson was spewed all over the deceased bodies. A crowd of red were advancing for the small pack of Saints who had barricaded themselves in the left hand corner, in hopes to shield themselves from the wrath of the mighty Morningstar.
The remaining crew from Stilwater had used several objects to keep themselves apart from the squad that wished to end their lives. Some of the objects consisted of a wrecked Purple Infuego which had been blown to pieces in the early stages of the ambush.
Four members of the gang crouched in prone on either side of the damaged Infuego, steadily aiming down with the only weapons they had left. Most were armed with NR4's, even some of the troops were holding Vice 9's.
Their loaded guns were useless, of course. They were no match for the Morningstar's rifles, and most certainly no match for the riot shields their enemies were wielding. Nevertheless, the Saints would at least try and hang in just a little bit longer, even if they were no match against their crowd.
"I'm gonna drop that bitch over Arapice Island the next time I see her..." The former stoner announced, gaining her Boss's attention.
"Don't worry, Shaundi," her leader assured her. "Kinzie's gotta be tracking us, right Pierce?" Gabrielle said, turning to her lieutenant for support. Usually the Boss would rely on Pierce for support, he was someone who knew Gabrielle well since her Stillwater days, and had been there for her even after Johnny's sudden death.
"Yeah Shaundi, the others will definitely be here soon." Pierce nodded, resting his palm on the brunette's shoulder. The two lieutenants soon turned their attention back towards their enemies, and searching for a way out.
"They're waiting for her, if it's anyone who's gonna kill us, it will be her." The Boss whispered to herself, waving her hands and facing her opponents. Why weren't they firing? What was the point of them staying alive for a second longer; Viola saw what happened on the plane with Phillipe, she knew the Saints would escape anything and there would certainly be trouble if they were kept around.
"You say something, Boss?" Shaundi asked, staring her leader in the face.
"What? Oh, never mind..." The golden haired girl replied, returning the stare.
"Don't you worry," her lieutenant informed her. "You know we can get out of this mess. You've been through worse, remember the Sons Of Samedi? It looked like both of us were about to get a bullet to the head that time..."
Gabrielle shook her head. "The Morningstar aren't some fucked up Voodoo street gang, they mean serious business."
"So did the Ronin," Pierce pointed out. "And we showed them who kicked ass."
The Boss opened her mouth, shaking her head even more. "No... You don't get it, do you? Just because we've got out of a shit load of stuff, doesn't mean we can't get knocked out now. You just don't get it Pierce."
The brunette watched as Pierce fought back, startled by his sudden comeback. "Hey! We've been through some shit too, you know? I mean, while you were off watching some girl dance on a pole I was handling the Brotherhood and making sure that-"
The Boss's face lit up with rage, and didn't hesitate to reply. "Making sure that the Brotherhood ripped us apart and crippled us from all over! Johnny's dead, Pierce. Johnny is fucking dead! Anyone can die at any time, so don't give me shit about getting out of everything just because I got us here in the first place. The pressure is always on me, always! You weren't the one who was shot and shoved into the boot of a car, were you?"
The lieutenant gaped at his leader, lost for words. "You know I'm always doing everything I can for this gang and all I get is-"
"I wasn't finished!" Gabrielle roared, taking a stand. "You didn't know them, any of them! When you were forced to watch your friend die in front of you, and all you can do is stop and stare. And when you have to raise a gun at someone's fucking funeral, you know what Pierce, it fucking hurts! Okay, it hurts. Anyone can die, Pierce. Anyone!"
"Calm the fuck down, girl!" He yelled back, seeing the how amused the Morningstar were as they lowered their firearms. "Chill, OK?"
Gabrielle threw a right hook, and her lieutenant was on the receiving end. Pierce yelped out in pain as his face was targeted, and Shaundi shot the Boss a dirty look.
"Chill down? You want me to chill the fuck down!?" The Boss barked, aiming another fist for the man's throat. "I'll fucking chill down!"
"Guys! You gotta stop, now!" Shaundi demanded, pushing the two in different directions.
Pierce stared at the concrete, before whispering "He's dead woman, and he ain't coming back..."
She lunged at him, and no not Gabrielle, Shaundi. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, and began to squeeze with all her might. Gabrielle tried pulling her off, when suddenly a dart plunged into Shaundi's neck and she just slipped from her grasp, smacking onto the cold floor.
Pierce and the Boss were too stunned to speak. Right after a dart hit Pierce's neck and he collapsed, Gabrielle looked around searching for a way out.
Then she felt something, like a little pin prick hit her neck and she winced, searching for the foreign object. Just realising she too has been shot with a dart, her legs failed to hold up her weight and darkness shrouded her with its dark, slender fingers.
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Shaundi batted an eyelid, watching as the Morningstar flung her into the back of a helicopter. She managed to stand up, before noticing the cuffs around her legs, and soon enough, she found herself face first on the floor.
"Fuck..." She croaked, rubbing her head. The sound of doors opening were heard, and next another figure was tossed inside, and then another. The doors slammed shut, and the helicopter gained altitude.
The pilot stepped out from the cockpit, staring down at all three figures.
"Where are you taking us?" The brunette coughed, looking up at the tall figure.
"Home," answered Tobias with his monotone voice. "I'm taking you home."
A/N: Please review. I'm serious I'll just stop if I don't get reviews. Sorry if that annoys you, I don't feel like writing if I know people aren't reviewing.