A/n: So I hope you're enjoying the story so far. I've actually been having a lot of fun writing it. Again, thanks for submitting the OCs.
~The New Saints~
A brunette woman with a short ponytail, emerald green eyes, slightly tanned skin, and an athletic build closed one eye as she shot at the target 3 times. 2 9s and a 10. She smiled slightly as she looked at the black cut out of a human torso with 3 almost perfectly aimed bulled holes in it. She knew she was good, and had no problem showing it. She had been at the firing range for years and knew a gun like the back of her hand. She had to if she was going to be able to defend herself. She lived in the Row and it was filled with gangs fighting for control of Stilwater.
The woman put the gun back on the counter and smiled at the man behind the desk as she walked toward the door.
"Finished already, El?" The man called after her.
"Yeah. I start my new job tomorrow morning and I wanna make sure I'm fully awake. Later Tony." She said turning to address the man then leaving. Eleanor walked down the streets of Stilwater, kicking rocks as she thought about her life. It seemed like just yesterday, she was still living with her uncle, and just the other day she was leaving the UK in order to escape the same fate as her father, being shot to death.
She looked up as she passed all of the nightclubs and apartment buildings. She stopped after she turned the corner and listened in on the commotion just a few feet away.
"¿Qué crees que Julianna? ¿Crees que va a ser algo bueno en los burdeles? (See A/N) This little puta?" A female voice asked.
"Yeah. Si. I have a few clients who like them inexperienced, but then again I shouldn't be so quick to judge. Los ojos te engañan." Another voice replied.
Eleanor leaned around the building a little further and noticed that it was more than just the two females. There was a blue low-rider with 3 people, all color coordinated leaning against it. She looked and saw the small woman they were intimidating. She couldn't be older than 18. She was about 5'2" and both girls towered over her.
"No. No. Yo no hago ese tipo de cosas de hombre. Can you just let me go please? Mi madre va loco. I won't say anything. I promise."
The crew chuckled.
"Oh we know. Victor."
All of a sudden, one of the men leaning against the car stood up straight and yanked the girl by her arm. The girl frantically tried to pull away.
"Ayuda! ¡Ayúdame! Que alguien me ayude! ¡Por favor!"
Right then and there, Eleanor knew she had to do something, but what? She always tried to keep a weapon on her, but the one time she needed it, she left it at home claiming she'd be fine. Her background in Martial Arts exceeded impressive, but against 5 people would prove a challenge.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?" Eleanor said walking up to the small group.
"¿Y quién demonios es usted? This is La Hermandad territory, bitch. Back the fuck up."
"Hold up, Danni. Es este uno de esos cabrones Pitbull?" The taller girl asked.
"Naw. She ain't wearing yellow like them fools. ¿Quién te rodando con?" Victor said.
"I don't speak Spanish." Eleanor said nonchalantly.
"He said, who you rolling with?" Danni said stepping closer to Eleanor. Eleanor looked down at Danni, trying to be as intimidating as possible. She had a good 3 inches on her.
"I'm not a part of a gang. I don't affiliate myself with things like that." Eleanor remember how her father's life took a turn for the worst because of his gang ties, and she did not want to follow in his footsteps.
"Oh we got ourselves a goody-two-shoes." Julianna said laughing along with the rest of her crew.
"No, I'm just not a dumb bitch that kidnaps random girls off of the street and traffics them."
"¿Quieres ser un héroe? Well you're gonna pay the price for it." Danni threatened.
All of a sudden, she winded her arm back and, with full force, punched Eleanor in her face. Eleanor held her cheek for a moment before punched Danni with twice as much force then kicked her in the stomach. She grappled her head and threw her into the nearest brick wall. She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around to a kick from Julianna. Eleanor fell to the ground and quickly recovered. She landed three strong kicks, each at a different limb before she jabbed Julianna in the stomach. Julianna doubled over to the ground. She turned around to face Danni when she was grabbed by the 3 men by the low-rider. She looked around and saw that the young girl was long gone.
At least she got away.
"Perra error grande." The man restraining her said.
"Hold her steady Lavar." Danni said as she wiped at the blood on her lip. She then started to land all of the shots at Eleanor's body. Once Danni was satisfied as the bloody mess, she signaled Lavar to let her go, and Eleanor dropped to the ground in a heap. She coughed at the blood nagging her throat and glared up at Danni.
"No jodas con La Hermandad perra tonta." Danni declared. Just when they were about to leave, shots rang out. Eleanor looked up and saw Danni kneeling over a body.
"Lavar! Victor! James!" She screeched. Julianna ran over to her as a man looked down at them.
"Now you can either end up like your friends, or get the fuck out of here. Ahora!"
It didn't take long for the two women to heed the warning and leave in the low-rider. The man offered Eleanor a hand as he helped her to her feet.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"I'll live." She admitted.
"I'm Alexander. Those fuckers run around here like they run shit. Shot my brother right in front of me."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm Eleanor. My dad was killed by his gang after he split because he didn't want to do jail time."
"Nice to meet you." Alex said.
"So uh, why didn't you kills those girls?" Eleanor asked raising her eyebrow.
"I needed someone to give the message to Sebastian. I'm out for revenge. The thing is…"
Alex went quiet for a moment. Eleanor looked at him awaiting his answer. She broke the silence when she didn't receive one.
"Well? What is it?" She asked earnestly.
"I need help." He said, his eyes still locked on the ground in thought.
"I could help you out. I'm usually pretty calm, but I just got jumped. What do you need help with?"
"It's gonna take a lot more than one person. I always had this mentality that I could do things on my own. I always thought I could take out La Hermandad single-handedly. Then I realized that they're more deeply rooted than some street gang. They have their ties in this fucked up world and they know what the hell they're doing. I appreciate the offer, but one person isn't enough to destroy them from the roots." Alex said finally looking up at Eleanor.
"I don't know what to tell you, but my house is just down the block. Let's go."
~The New Saints~
"Ha! I told you! Feeling the salt, Damian?" Candace gloated as she sat on the large wooden desk.
"It's 3 fucking people. What the hell can 3 fucking people do?" Damian defended.
"Subdue the Young's and West's girlfriend." Candace said matter-of-factly.
"She's right, Damian. I mean you were so confident about being able to catch this nuisance, yet he seems to slip through your fingers every time."
"In fact, they're probably recruiting right now." A woman said walking into the room.
"Candace. Damian. Boss." She acknowledged.
"Hey Penny." Candace said.
Pennelope stood confidently in front of her counterparts. "As you know, I was under cover for a while to try and see what that Saint was thinking, and thanks to Candace's hints, we now know she is trying to rebuild the Saints. The only thing I don't understand is, why a homeless person and a stripper?"
"Desperate. Why else? Word is, she was more than just gang affiliated with the boss. Maybe she can't handle the void in her life." Candace said.
Adam, a.k.a Boss, tilted his head and looked at his younger sister.
"How is it that you're both more informed than I am?" He asked, baffled.
"Because, you tend to look away from things that aren't large points on your radar, and they come back to bite you right in the ass. What would you do without an amazing sister/assistant like me?" Candace boasted.
"A lot." Damian mumbled.
"Well then Miss Amazing, I want you to continue helping Pennelope with the Saints. Damian, if you don't get this punk, I'll switch you and Jason and have you in charge of La Hermandad and him on this Erik Velum." Adam said keeping his temper in check. He hated failure.
"Look, I got this. I'm going to get this guy. He uses speed to his advantage. Well I have strength." Damian said defending himself.
"You say that now-"
"I have a plan. Don't worry, Mr. Whethers. He'll be out of your hair in no time." Damian reassured.
Adam gave him a disbelieving look, but nodded.
"I'll get back to my business. See you later, Candace." Pennelope said walking, more like strutting, away. She swayed her hips as he heels clacked against the ground with every step. She knew what assets she had, and she damn sure knew how to use them. She also knew anyone willing to stare so obviously was easy prey
Damian took that as his cue to leave and headed toward the door. Once out of sight, he let out a frustrated sigh. He usually didn't get frustrated very easily, but the fact that this man slipped through his fingers twice was pissing him off. On top of that, he still had the fact that he shot and probably killed some innocent bystander lingering in the back of his mind. He may be a killer, and cold and calculating at times, but he wasn't a complete sociopath. He had a fucking conscience. Besides, he was just in it for the money.
As Damian walked through the all too familiar hallway, he heard a knock. He immediately stopped. He turned in the direction of the knock and saw a glimpse of an arm quickly slip into a room. He was so tempted to follow, but he was smart enough to know not to stick his nose where he was not wanted. Then again, that knock sounded oddly familiar to that same secret knock.
Flash back of the beatings and the look of fear on Tanya's face started to flood back into his mid. He shook his head clear and quickened his pace to the garage.
~The New Saints~
"If you hate the violence so much, why the fuck do you live in the Row?" Michael asked propping his feet up on an ottoman.
"It's what I can afford. Besides, it wasn't this bad back when I was younger. Things have changed and all these wanna-be gangsters walk around here like they own the place. I can't even walk down the street without getting shot." Aaron said.
"You sound like you wanna try and change it." Michael said lighting a cigarette.
"I do." Aaron said.
"Then why don't you?" Michael asked shrugging.
"How do you expect to do that?" Aaron asked giving Michael a dirty look.
Michael flicked a few buds into the ash tray. "Not too long ago, a man named Julius and his friend Troy came up with this idea to try to clean up the Row. They formed this gang and recruited people to help take down the gangs that were terrorizing the city. It worked, and they eventually wiped them all out. The Boss was even acknowledged by the mayor, but he got blown up in some freak boat explosion. Then, new gangs came in and took over, now the Row is a mess again. I forget the name of that gang."
"It doesn't matter. If that's what we have to do, then let's do it." Aaron said sitting up.
"Whoa! Slow down there, gym shoe. Let's? Look man I'm perfectly fine. As long as those bastards don't fuck with me, I don't really give a damn." Michael said throwing his hands up.
"Gee, thanks for the support." Aaron said going back to his lounge position.
"I think I can help you out." Deja said. Both Aaron and Michael looked at her as if she were crazy.
"How would you help?" Michael asked in disbelief.
"The gang you're referring to, Mike, is the Saints. My old roommate in college, Valentina had gang ties with them. I don't know how. She stayed for like 2 weeks then dropped out. Maybe she'd be willing to help." Deja suggested.
"Well let's go visit this friend of yours, shall we?" Michael said standing up.
"There's one little problem. I have no idea where she is or if she's even in Stilwater. Before she dropped out, she told me she wanted to visit Steelport. She could be there still for all we know." Deja said biting her lip.
"Well that's just great." Aaron said slapping his forehead with the palm of his hand.
Michael smacked his lips, shrugged, and then grabbed the TV remote. He turned on the TV and began to flip through the channels.
"-was a shootout at Tee'N'Ay-"
"Wait go back. I wanna hear that." Deja said sitting next to him. Michael rolled his eyes and flipped back to the news channel.
"-people were wounded. Witness say the incident was all a part of a gang rivalry. Police are currently trying to find the alleged shooters. Video footage from the scene shows the incident along with the unidentified shooters. If you see them, please contact the police."
"That's her." Deja said pointing to the TV screen.
"Well at least we know she's in Stilwater." Aaron said.
"Yeah, now let's just visit every single house here in Stilwater." Michael said with mock prep.
"Well if you're gonna be an asshole about it, you don't have to come." Deja said huffing, and putting her hands on her hips.
"You act like he's not always like that. I've been here for 1 day and I already know that." Aaron said chuckling and raking his hands through his spikey hair.
"Fuck off, cripple." Michael spat.
"Oh go to hell." Aaron said glaring at him.
"Um, not helping." Deja said.
"Unless this chick magically appears at our door, there's no fucking way we're gonna find-"
The sound of a loud Ding-Dong cut Michael off.
~The New Saints~
"Well, the Saints have officially expanded to 3 people. Fucking awesome." Valentina said plopping down onto her sofa.
"Better than one." Aria pointed out.
"Thank you Captain Optimistic." Valentina said throwing and embedded pillow at her. Aria caught it with lightning reflexes as tossed it back. Valentina caught it just before it hit her face.
"It's a sad day when gangbangers play hot potato." Victor said putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"Shut up." The two women said simultaneously.
"Look, we need to speed this shit up. Living in a tiny ass studio apartment is not what I envisioned when I joined you." Victor said.
Valentina pursed her lips together. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, a whole fucking gang isn't going to magically appear out of thin air. Unless you have any better ideas, you could easily get the hell out."
"Hey, we're trying to help you. You asked us, not the other way around." Aria said folding her arms over her chest.
"Yeah, well you're not doing a very good job. It seems to me like the only job you're good at is a blow-"
"Say it and I'll shove Victor's brass knuckles down your fucking throat. Don't try me." Aria said snatching them off of the coffee table Victor had placed them on.
"Do it." Valentina said standing up.
"Come on guys, sit down." Victor said in annoyance. Aria glared at him, but chose not to respond. Instead, she turned her attention to Valentina.
"Anyway… you made us a deal, and from what I've heard, in this business, it's dangerous to not hold up your end of the bargain." Aria said, stepping closer. Valentina scoffed.
"Excuse me but, last time I checked, I've been in this from the beginning. You, on the other hand, have only been here for, what? Forty- five minutes?" Valentina said, stepping closer as well.
"This is not at all what I envisioned the Saints would be like." A voice said walking up to the trio.
They all instinctively pointed their gun in the direction of the voice. The person didn't waver in the slightest bit.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Valentina asked.
"I'm here to join the Saints."
~The New Saints~
A/N: So, I used Google translate to translate the Spanish dialogue, so if you are a native Spanish speaker and you see something wrong, blame google translate. Sorry is this chapter was kind of slow/boring. Now that I have most characters introduced (2 People left), I can start developing the storylines more. Hope you stick around to see. :) Also, a shout out to Lalilulelovee for volunteering to draw the New Saints. So far, three are done. The links are on my profile. Check them out and leave comments. :)
Translations:
¿Qué crees que Julianna? ¿Crees que va a ser algo bueno en los burdeles?- What do you think Julianna? You think she'll be any good in the brothels?
Los ojos te engañan.- The eyes deceive you.
Yo no hago ese tipo de cosas de hombre.- I don't do that type of stuff man.
Mi madre va loco.- My mom's gonna freak.
Ayuda! ¡Ayúdame! Que alguien me ayude! ¡Por favor!- Help! Help me! Somebody help! Please!
¿Y quién demonios es usted?- And who the hell are you?
Es este uno de esos cabrones Pitbull?- Is this one of those Pitbull fuckers?
¿Quieres ser un héroe?- You wanna be a hero?
Perra error grande.- Big mistake bitch.
No jodas con la hermandad perra tonta.- Don't fuck with the brotherhood you dumb bitch.
Ahora!- Now!