A/N : okay, I HATEHATEHATE adding chapters. SO CONFUSING FOR NEWBIES! ;D so the usual, comment and stuff. Who'd ya think Nyaxxie should end up with, Carlos or Johnny? ;) and I'm sorry about the whole pendant thing in the Samedi hideout... I like altering the story. I've already altered it by not killing Carlos so, yeah. 8D

Chapter 3 - Samedi Invasion!

The small pendant twirled around softly. It was green. A colour the Sons of Samedi had already claimed. The General stared down at it as he held it in his hands, watching it twirl... around once ... around twice... three times ... The General pounded his fist on the mohogany coloured oak table in front of him. He looked over to Mr. Sunshine and Veteran Child. They instantly knew that the meeting he'd called was in session. They sat up straighter and looked at their boss.

"I have called an emergency meeting," he stated slowly, "Because of the affect the Saints' have had on us. Profits have decreased by 75.6 per cent. The Saints' leader is always in a daze and we're still failing!"

"What will you have us do, General?"

A dark smile passed over his lips. "We, gentlemen," he concluded the short, emegency meeting, "are going to kill the Third Street Saints."

Again Nyaxxie was in a trance as she walked along the street pathements. She hadn't paused to help with Shaundi's shoulder. Upon seeing the bosses' face and lack of anger at the Brotherhood, she'd stayed quiet until she was informed of the whole Carlos-Johnny situation. What a problem she had on her hands. Of course she wanted to keep Johnny in the gang, but of course she wanted Carlos to stay; and if she chose one of them, what of the other one? What if they left? Like seeing them together was simply too hard. Nyaxxie knew if Johnny or Carlos had a girl, and she wanted them, she'd leave the gang. Swallowing, she turned a corner. A gun was pointed at her throat. She was afraid. Saying Nyaxxie was afraid was like confusing yes and no. She knew better than to move. She looked past metal to see... Mister Sunshine? She tried not to hiss in her displeasure. He smiled a fake smile.
"The General would like to see you." He grumbled. But not enough for Nyaxxie to know instantly it wasn't Mister Sunshine. This guy was your standard American jackass. He couldn't master Mister Sunshine's Southern-African twang in his accent. Still, realising this didn't help Nyaxxie in the slightest. She stayed rooted to the ground. She'd been in this situation before, but that was before The Accident. And Johnny. Before her mind had been wiped clean like a slate. She swallowed. Closed her eyes.

Bang.

Nyaxxie breathed in relief as the Mister-Sunshine imposter slumped against the wall. She studied the man who had shot him; he was wearing a hoodie, the colour of which was indecpherable in the moonlight. There was still smoke coming out of the gun as he - or she - deposited the gun into their pocket. A rather strong build, an air of nochalance and unreconized talent seemed to follow him around. He raised his hand, pulled down his hood...

"Pierce?" She almost yelled in disbelief. She stared at her saviour. He didn't, for once, crack one of his smart-ass jokes, nor did he roll his eyes and make a sarcastic comments at her expense. He looked at her. Really looked at her. As if trying to look into her soul. Finally, he spoke. "Shaundi told me."

Nyaxxie sighed irritatably. She couldn't get angry, she'd given Shaundi no orders not to tell anyone.

"Don't you think suicide is a little drastic?"

"It wasn't su-"

"You need a hug." Pierce interjected quietly, and before anything more was said, Nyaxxie was in Pierce's surprisingly inviting and comfortable arms. That was where Nyaxxie Summers, leader of the Third Street Saints, broke down.

"O-O-Oh, P-Pierce!" She wept. He hushed her, dragging her across the road and leading her into her loft crib, telling the saints to get lost, ushering her into her bed, sitting on the matress with her.

"I'm going to listen. Tell me what's happened." Pierce whispered softly.

A full ten minutes it took until Nyaxxie calmed down from her hysteria. She finally managed to stutter the story of loving Carlos, realising her love for Johnny, and everything in between; Pierce meanwhile, hushed her and made her fight back the sobs the boss was trying desperately to let out. And, in that split second, Nyaxxie realised everything she had overlooked about Pierce. She should've payed more attention to him; she realised that now. There was a moment of pure silence, and in that silence, Heaven opened and rained down upon Pierce and Nyax-

Darkness.

Oh, Shit.

Johnny Gat, a physcopath, paced back and forth in the old Misson, looking at Shaundi agitatedly every now and then. Shaundi was calming down her way - she was smoking a blunt. After only two drags, Johnny strode over and knocked the cigar from her hands.

"How can you be so fucking calm, Shaundi?" he demanded, turning to begin his pacing again. "Nyaxxie's not been back in three hours!"

"Well, neither has Pierce, Johnny!" Shaundi corrected him huffily, annoyed he'd ruined her smoking session. "I'm just as worried as you are, but get real! She's a girl, she's in love with two people, you and Carlos! She needs to sort out her head and you can't rush that!"

Johnny growled. "Well, I want to rush it. She's the first person I've loved since Aish, Shaundi!"

"Why do you even want her back? You said yourself, she's lost her spark. The gangs falling apart!"

"It is not!" Gat retorted rather childishly. Suddenly, he tilted his head. Like a dog when listening for something. He then brought out his gun and crept out of the meeting room. Shaundi followed, also armed. No sooner had they stepped out than a voice rang in thier ears. There they are! Johnny glanced down the stairs. Since when had Purple become green? Was he going colourbli-

Instincevly he shot. The noise echoed and Johnny once again growled. He watched as the Samedi laughed, cackled, yet ran out of the house, not bothering to return his gunfire. An audible gasp came from Shaundi.

"What?" He grumbled.

"They've got something - someone - more valuable than us. It's the only reason why they left!"

They stared at each other. "Pierce and Nyaxxie!"

I bet you seen it coming! ;D