A/N: Hey! So here's chapter 2!

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So here's more! Some violence and very very mild sexuality!

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The next week had been the roughest one for Jimmy. He had been fed up with Miguel and fed up with Theo and fed up with life. Not to mention he'd been sleeping with that girl all week. Her name was Aspen. She was a beautiful, feisty perky-blonde-turned-punk from San Francisco who was stifled by her strict Christian parents all her life. She was bubbly and sexy an definitely attractive. And Jimmy was lucky to have her all to himself…or at least that's what she told him.

He didn't feel love like he did with Johnny. It was pure lust. He felt the pleasure of having endless sexual endeavors whenever he wanted without the bond of a relationship or, more importantly, without feelings.

Jimmy looked at the cheap digital clock next to his bed. Midnight. He was eighteen.

"Mmm…happy birthday…" Aspen whispered, embracing his naked body with hers.

He just smiled. Eighteen. He was free from everything. He was gonna propose to Johnny. As soon as possible. He was going to buy a ring today and he would make them the happiest men on the entire planet.

"What are you thinking?" She smirked in a low sultry voice, tracing her finger across his bare chest, pulling him out of his romantic fantasies.

He just smirked and got back into character. "I was thinking that I should probably fuck you again…" He kissed her neck with passion, his hands running down her shoulders and arms, caressing her soft breasts.

"Jimmy…" she moaned, grabbing onto him. "No…save it for later." She winked, pulling away from him.

"We should go back out there then, if you're done…" Andrew had devised a little celebration when Jimmy's shift ended for his birthday. "Ready?"

She rolled her eyes and threw her tight fitting band tee on. She hated Andrew with a passion. She thought he was a creep. Jimmy watched her slip her pale bare legs into her flimsy, lacey thong, then her tiny little skirt. "Fine….let's go…."

He quickly followed her and threw his pants back on, finding a shirt from yesterday and throwing it on. He ran up to the girl, who was halfway out the door by now, and grabbed her ass, kissing her lips. "Thanks, babe…."

The moment Jimmy and Aspen walked out of the apartment building, they were greeted by cheers and wolf whistles and jeers from the large crowd that awaited them. Jimmy just ignored them, too busy trying to get somewhere quiet so he could call Johnny and arrange their meeting. Random people he never even met before were coming up to him and wishing him well or so drunk off their asses that they started to pass out at his feet. He didn't care. He just wanted Johnny.

He was about to find Aspen when he felt Andrew grab onto him and spin him around. "Happy birthday, kid."

Jimmy let a small smile escape and spread across his face. "Thanks, dude…"

"I have something for you…"

"Andrew…" Jimmy reached out a hand to him. "You know you didn't have to…"

"But I wanted to." Andrew pulled him to the side and pulled something from his pocket and placed it in Jimmy's hand.

Jimmy looked down at his hand. He was clasping a little shiny new revolver, fully loaded. "Andrew…."

Andrew blushed. "Well, you're gonna be working full-time now and I just thought…well, there's a lot of creeps out there and you need to be able to protect yourself."

Jimmy stuffed the gun into his own pocket. "I will…I promise I'll be safe…"

"Not exactly a promise you can keep in this profession…"

"I can take care of myself, Andrew…"

"I bet you can…that's why Miguel almost killed you last week…" Andrew felt the silence come over the both of them, gently looking into Jimmy's raging eyes. He shrugged and reclined against the wall of the alley, whipping out a cigarette and his favorite lighter. "So, eighteen….you got your eye on anyone?"

Jimmy nodded silently, taking the cigarette that Andrew offered him. "Yeah."

"Aspen?"

"No."

"Who?"

"This guy I know…"

Andrew's face lit up. "A guy?"

"Yeah."

"Anyone we know?"

"Yeah…" Jimmy smirked. "You know him."

"When are you gonna tell him?"

"I think he already knows…."

Andrew smiled. "Well, whoever he is, I bet he loves you back…"

Jimmy smiled to himself. "I know he does."

Jimmy was walking away from the party, trying to find a quiet place. Andrew got drunk and Jimmy didn't like him when he was drunk. He got weird. He was a whole different person. Aspen had found another guy to hang out with. Figures… he thought to himself. She's a slut anyway… But he was alone. That's all he cared about.

He dug his hand into his pocket and gently ran his fingers over the shiny barrel of the revolver. It was perfectly smooth, cold and soothing to the touch. He didn't know where he even was now…He took his phone out and looked at it No service. Dammit. He wasn't familiar with this part of the city He could hear nothing but the wind…then footsteps…..then a man's low raspy voice.

"Well, well…if it isn't my bitch…" Jimmy gasped and shot around. There was Miguel, drunk off his ass. "Shouldn't you be back with your little fuck buddy?"

"Leave me alone…" Jimmy growled, glaring at him.

"I won't leave until you're fucking dead…" He grabbed Jimmy by the throat and pushed him against the wall.

"GET OFF OF ME!"Jimmy choked, squirming, his hand flying into his pocket.

"WHY SHOULD I? YOU'RE STEALING MY FUCKING JOB!"

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"

Miguel pulled a knife from his pocket and started to lunge it towards the boy's chest. Jimmy panicked. He didn't know what to do… He felt his hand raise from his pocket and then. BAM!

The next thing he knew, he was on the ground and Miguel was lying next to him…..dead. Jimmy looked down at his hand. There was his revolver in it, splattered with blood. He looked at the body below him and started to shake. He killed a man…he killed Miguel….He dropped the gun from his hand, his knees shaking violently.

He started to run back the way he came, frightened as ever. He didn't know where he was going…it was dark…But soon enough, he ran into a figure of a man and was pushed onto the ground. "What the…? Jimmy?" He looked up and saw it was Theo. Theo grabbed him up and hugged the shaken boy tightly. "I heard a gunshot amd then I realized you were gone….please don't put yourself in danger again….what's wrong?"

Jimmy said nothing. He just led Theo to the body, right where he left it.

"Holy shit…."

"H-H-He's dead, Theo….I-I did it…"

"B-But…?"

"He tried to kill me!" Jimmy sobbed, shaken even more. "It was self-defense!"

Theo just looked back down at the body. "O-Oh my god…" He glared at Jimmy then back to Miguel. "Oh my god…."

"I'm so sorry, Theo! He was gonna kill me!"

"Sorry?" Theo looked back at him now. "I hated him…Jimmy…" He laughed oddly. "Do you know what this means?"

"Wh-What?"

"This business is yours…."

"Wha-? Theo?"

"Be our saint, Jimmy….save us….before the others come and get us…"

Jimmy looked at his feet and remembered what Andrew told him a year ago. He was a saint….A Saint….he would save them all…and do it his way….his own way…he'd make the money, earn the fame….He'd be their saint, alright…

"Let's do this shit…" Jimmy said, looking up with a newfound passion in his eyes.

Saint Jimmy was born.

A/N: MWUAHAHAHAHAHAH!

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