A/N: Okay so, I know it's been forever since I did the SYOC, but I had a lot of shit to do plus writers block, but I'm back. School is over so I don't have anything occupying me time. I haven't been able to choose a boss yet, but I narrowed it down to the 4 best and they are:

Nina Williams

Woodlocke McCarthy

Otto Anderson

Within the next 1-2 chapters, I'll have chosen the boss. The boss doesn't come until a little later anyways. Here's the long awaited 1st chapter. I have all the characters I need, so I'm ready to start.

~The New Saints~

"Now I suppose I could try to pay you off," the round man continued. "But really, what's the point? You'd just say no, or in your case stand there looking intimidating and we'd be right back to where we started, so I figured I'd cut the middle-man and get right to the poi-"

"Yo' can you speed this shit up?" The leader of the Saints asked impatiently. "I wanna go to Freckle Bitches."

"You're going to die here son. Make no mistake about that. But if it makes it any easier on you, I'll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech." The sharply dressed man folded his arms behind his back. "No if you'll excuse me I have a party to-" The man was cut off by tiny beeps. He frantically looked around, and before he knew it-

The tall raven-haired girl jolted a little from her sleep as she sat up. She looked around and saw people passing by, cars speeding down the street, and buildings towering over her. She rubbed her eyes looked at her phone.

10:24pm

She grumbled slightly sitting up fully as she adjusted her clothes. She had fallen asleep on a park bench after a long day of work. The woman sighed as she looked up at the tall "Rolland" billboard. She still remembered being on the dock and seeing the yacht explode right in front of her eyes. That was the end of the Saints. When the news hit that the leader of the 3rd Street Saints was killed in the boat explosion, all hell broke loose. 3 new gangs to replace the recently fallen ones stepped in and took over. Knowing the Saints had been weakened, they wiped out most of the remaining members. The ones that didn't die threw in the towel and either went into hiding or joined the 3 new gangs, but not Valentina. Valentina Monroe was the only Saint left that didn't punk out, that didn't switch sides, and that didn't lose hope. To this day, she remains the only Saint. Of course, she would have to get used to not being pampered, and having to work for a living, but it was better than being a spineless prick that drops their flags at the drop of a dime.

Valentina was pulled from her thoughts when something blocked her view of the poorly structured billboard. She looked at the figure standing over her with disgust.

"Can I help you?" She said annoyed.

"Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. A pretty little lady like yourself shouldn't be out here all by her lonesome." The man said. The 2 men at his sides chuckled.

"I don't need your help." Valentina growled.

"Well, you most certainly don't have the Saints to back you up." The man retorted. Valentina opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off. "That's right Valentina, I know who you are, and I'm giving you a choice. You can either join us, or join your precious Boss except, we'll be nicer and just shoot you in your head instead of taking you by surprise and blowing you up."

"Go to hell." Valentina said through gritted teeth. She tried to be as threatening as possible. She knew she couldn't take all 3 of them alone, but she sure as hell wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" The man chuckled. "Look, Mr. West is a very busy man so if you could just scoot on along and join the Aces, no one will get hurt and it'll make everyone's lives 10x easier."

The raven-haired girl bit her lip and glared at the man defeated. She rose cautiously and stood next to him. They slowly made their way toward the deep red van, when Valentina pulled out her pistol and shot the man in the back of the head. The 2 followers almost instantly pounced. One grabbed Valentina's arm and twisted. Valentina gritted her teeth and kicked him in the groin. She swept the 2nd man off of his feet and removed her arm from the 1st man's grip. She punched him and flipped him on his back. Much to Valentina's surprise, the 2nd man grabbed her from behind and restrained her arms. He made his way towards the van and opened the door. All of a sudden, his neck twisted and he fell limp to the ground. Valentina turned around and saw a homeless man fending off the remaining man. She pulled the pistol out of the 2nd man's breast pocket and shot at the 1st man. The homeless man turned and looked at Valentina, who was still holding the gun.

Valentina slowly lowered the gun, unsure if the man was trying to help her, or just blood-thirsty and crazy as hell. The man was about 6'6", dark skin, a scruffy goatee, long dreads, tattoos all down his arms, and perhaps his most peculiar feature, one brown eye and one light grey eye, with a long scar across his grey eye.

The man slowly walked over to Valentina. He stuck his hand out in a friendly gesture.

"Victor Raze." The homeless man said. "Nice to meet you."

Valentina looked at him for a moment, uncertain, then she returned the friendly gesture and shook his hand. "Valentina Monroe. Nice to meet you too." Victor nodded and swiftly reached into his jacket pocket. Valentina pointed the gun at him.

"Don't move!" She said looking at his coat pocket. Victor chuckled lazily as he pulled a cigar out, not even twitching at the gun being pointed at him.

"Jumpy much?" He joked. Valentina solemnly put then gun away and looked at him.

"Why are you out here anyways?" She asked. He blew smoke between his lips and looked at her.

"Got nowhere else to go. Besides, I should be asking you the same thing. You don't look homeless." The dark-haired man said.

"I'm not." Valentina said. "I got tired after work, so I just crashed on a bench. I woke up and I had 3 idiots standing over me. They tried to get me to join the Aces, but I said no."

"The Aces? Those fools that wear red?" Victor asked curiously. Valentina nodded.

"Yep. Anyways, thanks for helping me out. Although, I could've handled it myself."

"Yeah, I know. I could tell." Victor said amused. Valentina shrugged sheepishly.

There was a small silence between them. Valentina looked around not knowing what else to say. Victor was the first to speak.

"Well um, I'll see you around." He said turning to leave. Valentina stopped him.

"Victor wait." Victor turned and looked at her. "Do you by any chance need a place to stay? You could crash at my place if you want. I have a pull-out couch."

Victor shrugged and followed Valentina to her apartment.

~The New Saints~

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE DEAD?" The tall man snapped.

"We found the 3 men who were sent to retrieve the target dead by their van." A much shorter man squeaked. The smaller man was terrified of the larger man, and had a horrible way of hiding it.

The taller man groaned and raked his fingers through his hair. A tall woman with bright blue eyes and choppy, pink hair tried to hide her amusement.

"You should've sent the Young's to do it, but no…"

"Chloe!" The man growled irritated.

"Sorry." The blonde woman shrugged. "But I told you so. I told you twice, and again, no one listens to me."

"Maybe it's because you're incredibly fucking annoying." The shorter man mumbled.

"I'm sorry, what was that, Phil?" Chloe inquired quirking an eyebrow.

The shorter man shook his head. "Nothing."

"Enough of this bullshit. It's my fault for sending boys to do a man's job. Fetch the Young's for me will you, Chloe?" The taller man said rubbing his temples.

Chloe nodded. "Sure thing, Boss." The pink-haired girl brushed past Phil as she walked out of the office with an upbeat sway. Oh how she loved being right. Chloe always has an opinion, and whenever she's right, you never hear the end of it. She was raised by her aunt, Heather as a child. Her aunt remarried and had children. Eventually, Chloe got bored with her average life and wanted a thrill. What better thrill than to join a gang, right? She met Randy West, the leader of the Aces at a club in Stilwater. They immediately hit it off, and soon afterward, she joined his gang. Of course, it was a little tough at first for Chloe to get used to a crowed 'family', but she fit in right away. After all, she's not a cold-blooded killer. She just loved the thrill of it all.

Chloe hopped into her red truck and put the key in the ignition. She drove to the house of the Young's.

~The New Saints~

"So um, why were those guys after you anyways?" Victor asked, trying to make small talk.

"I'm a part of, well I am, a gang that the Aces want completely extirpated. Since I'm the only remaining member, take me out and the Saints are completely gone." Valentina explained.

"Wow. Sorry to hear that. Do you think they'll be back?" Victor asked.

"No. I know they will. I refuse to live in hiding like those other cowards. I don't care if they come after me. I'm not going down without a fight. The thing is, what's the point of fighting if there's no one to fight alongside with you?" Valentina said discouraged.

"I can help you out. I mean, I don't have anything else to do. All I do is sleep all day. It'll be an experience for me, most defiantly." Victor suggested. Valentina contemplated for a moment.

"You really want to be a part of the Saints? What if things don't go as planned and you get killed?" Valentina inquired. She seriously doubted some random homeless man off of the streets would be blood-in-blood-out for a pretty much lost cause.

"Well, I am getting paid for this, right? Victor said tapping the end of his cigar, letting a few buds drop into an ash tray.

"Yes, but we'll have to work our way up to that. So are you in or not?" Valentina asked impatiently. She didn't feel like waiting until Randy sent another group of fools after her.

"I'm in. So what's first on the agenda?" Victor asked.

"Tee'N'Ay." Valentina answered slowly rising to her feet. She grabbed her car keys off of the coffee table and headed toward the door. Victor followed without a second thought.

~The New Saints~

"Deed's done. Where's the cash?"

"Whoa, slow down there Mr. Voleur. You'll get your money, but first, I need to make sure everything is taken care of."

"They are. I cleared out the whole apartment and destroyed the drug labs. No one's making or selling anything under your nose anymore, I assure you."

"Good. Here's 10 grand-"

"Hold up. We agreed to 20."

"I know. You get the other 10 once the dealer and ALL possible outlets are eliminated. See, just because you exterminated the bug doesn't mean they won't come back. You have to rid them at the source. Candace has the details. See her if you want that other 10 grand." And with that, the conversation was over. Damian knowingly walked away. He tried his best to hide his irritation with the man. He had a new Phoenix calling his name and he needed 20 grand to pay for it.

He walked down the winding hallway as he passed familiar faces. Familiar, not friendly. He knew exactly who he could and could not trust. As far as he was concerned, everyone in that building is a cannot trust. People nodded at him and gave him ad-lib "Hello's" as if they were friends. Damian knew better. He knew that behind the smiles they were secretly thinking of how they could take him down if he ever screwed up. That didn't offend him. The feeling was mutual.

Damian knocked on the door and entered the room when he heard a soft voice call

"Come in!"

"Your brother says you have the information I need."

The woman he addressed smiled sarcastically as she turned to face Damian.

"Well, I'm lovely Damian thank you for asking."

"Sorry. Hi. How are you Candace?" Damian said groaning inwardly. He just wanted to get the contact information, kill the guy, and get his fucking car, but no. Everyone just had to prolong that task.

"I'm great! Now, as for your question. You're looking for Erik Velum. My source tells me he believes he doesn't need a whole cooperation to get what he wants and that he's after something bigger than the drugs. I don't know why Adam doesn't just leave him be. He's no threat to us…"

"I'm sure you're right Candace. Now where can I find this guy?" Damian asked trying not to sound as impatient as possible. For a gang lord's sister, she could be very sensitive to criticism and anger.

"Fine Mr. Grumpy Pants. He hangs out in the Red Light District. Be careful. That's Saint Territory."

Damian couldn't help but chuckle at Candace's naivety. She actually believed Saints still roamed Stilwater.

"Candace, you know the Saints are long gone."

"That's not what the Golden Mind tells me. You know, she's been undercover for 3 months now. If anyone knows, it's her." Candace said swirling around in her swivel chair.

"You really expect me to believe some woman that spends more time with her nose in books she probably doesn't even know how to read?" Damian asked quirking an eyebrow. He always wondered why Candace had so much faith in this chick.

Pennelope was not very bright at all yet Candace basically worshiped the ground she walked on and often referred to her as "The Golden Mind." Every time Damian saw her she was reading something or observing someone. Even though she came across easily duped, Damian knew better than to underestimate her. He didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. He knew that girl was dangerous.

"Fine. Don't believe me. Have fun and good luck." Candace said giving her chair one last big turn before she stood up and walked toward the door. She opened it and motioned for Damian to exit. He looked at her strangely for a moment, then walked out of the room.

~The New Saints~

A/N: Well that's all for now folks. Don't worry, if your character wasn't in this, they will be. For future reference, let me know if you feel as though I'm not using your character enough. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Again, sorry for the long wait Hope I haven't lost any of ya.