Thanks to Babyfawn for reviewing, hope I didn't keep you up too long! By the way, did anyone notice a connection between Matt and a certain computer genius in Saints Row the Third...?
"So, Kate..."
"Yeah, hi Raph."
Matt had brought me to the Small Saint's latest hideaway; a small allyway. Louis was still busy doing the tag, since they had only just been able to find some purple (Yes, they were now taking after the Saints in honour of their name) spray paint. He stood up, and I burst out laughing at once, along with everyone else. He had, somehow, managed to get purple spray paint on his nose!
"You were tagging the wall, not your face!" I laughed.
"What? What is it?" He asked, confused, looking at himself in a puddle. Then he started laughing as well. It was just like old times...
"SHIT! What's that?!" The sharp sound of guns distracted us at once. Raphael was closest to the street, and it was him who had yelled. They all looked at me by instinct, and I nodded. We were going to cause hell. Especially now we all had guns. Yeah, my touch. Only pistols, mind.
What we saw was a full on gang war. Purple v blue. Yep, purple. My side. Luckily, the colour change with the Small Saints had been total. Purple clothes and everything. So we were almost naturally fighting the blue. Matt and Raphael were good shots, but Louis was the best. By a mile. Or a thousand miles. Raph preferred physical battle, and, as you may have guessed, Matt was more tech than gun or muscles. Me? All rounded, though, if you ask me, I prefer a knife.
We must have killed hundreds, but the blues kept coming. Damn the Rollerz! But a peculiar thing was happening. I told you that there were millions of little gangs, right? Well, the ones in Harrowgate had been through quite enough of the Rollerz constant threats and bullying. They were joining the Saints in battle, right then, and fighting viciously. Some threw knives, others snuck around the bullets and used full on physical. The blue swarm stopped swarming, and began shrinking. Pretty soon, there were none left. And the Saints were left absolutely flabbergasted (That's a word for shocked). Their ranks seemed to have tripled. And, as they were noticed, the Inbetweeners scuttled off as quickly as they came. Maybe quicker. I saw Johnny, and he noticed me. He also noticed Matt, Louis and Raphael. Well, who can't notice Raph? He came over quickly.
"So this is where you've been on holiday!" It wasn't anger, or annoyment, but pure sarcasm.
"Yeah, cheapest place I could find." I joked back. "Oh yeah, Matt, Louis, Raph, this is Johnny. Johnny, these are my... friends."
"Were they all your friends? Because if so, you are very damn popular."
"Hey, you complaining? Nah, I don't really know what happened there. I guess they got fed up of being ordered around, or something."
"Yeah, anyway, Dex said he needed you for something. But I guess that can wait, if your friends are joining?"
"Do you mean they're gonna get canonised?"
"Don't think so. First, I don't think anyone would even dream of hitting the big guy. Are you on fucking steroids or something?"
"Nope." Raphael answered. "Everyone says that."
"I can see why. And second, I think we've just seem what they can do. It's not like Julius is saying we're full, is it?"
That was true. If he had recruited me, then he obviously wanted numbers. And recruiting members was the way to get numbers. And if that was the way to show everyone that we weren't fucking around, then I was willing. Wait, one thing...
"Matt, Louis, Raphael, you ready to join the Saints?"
"If you were, we are." Louis answered.
"Heh. So that's a yes."
