Hello everyone! Finally, I am updating this story.

I know its been far, far too long, and even my last upload has been nearly a year.

I'm not going to bore you guys with details, as I'm sure you want to get on with the chapter,

One last thing, though. I hope to update the other stories, before I move onto something new. Its not right to leave something half-finished.

Its annoying, and it freaking sucks, and I dislike it nearly as much as you guys.

But, enough with the blabbing, lets get to the chapter! I want to send a quick Shoutout to one of my favorite bands Placebo. Their amazing song, Drowning by Numbers helped me get motivated to write this chapter out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Saints Row, nor do I own Placebo

Chapter 12: How many faces?

"Get him the fuck out of here!" Troy yelled as he watched his once fellow gang-member lie at his feet, sprawled out, bleeding from various parts of the body.

"Dumb bastard." He muttered to himself, as he lit a cigarette, and stepped over Skylar's bloody, body.

Back in Steeleport

Shaundi couldn't believe this, how dare he?! He knew she wanted to get back to Stilwater.

He knew how homesick she was, and he went back without her?

"If he's seeing another woman, I'll fucking gut her while he watches" She said to herself in anger.

"Wait, what am I thinking?" She asked herself aloud, with a small smile.

"He loves me, and Johnny and Aiesha wouldn't lie to me, would they?" She wondered.

She knew how far back Skylar went back with them, would they cover up the fact he's been cheating? She felt waves of anger, sadness, and disgust flow through her at the very thought of such a thing.

Nonetheless, she tried to shake it off, and decided to indulge in an old vice.

Marijuana.

It had been quite awhile since she had last smoked.

One year, to be exact, but who was counting, besides Shaundi that is.

She grabbed the box from underneath the bed she and Skylar shared, and then sat down cross-legged on the bed.

She took her blunt wraps out the box, a green-apple flavor, her favorite. With the expertise of a veteran smoker, she rolled a near perfect blunt, and put it to her lips.

She was still feeling all the bad feelings about Skylar, but soon, with one long, slow, drawn out hit, she felt those feelings go away, and relaxation wash over her.

She sat back in stoner bliss, and smiled widely. Her relaxation was at a near peak, she decided to take a dip in the hot-tub, and also have a glass of red wine.

She slipped into a revealing purple two piece, and carried a bottle of wine in one hand, and a glass in the other, along with a blunt between her lips.

She stuck one leg in, and tested the heat. Once she became accustomed to it, she let her whole body sink in, and laid back.

"Of course he's not cheating on me, he's just there on unfinished business" She told herself.

If she only knew.

With Pierce and Viola

Viola had awaken with zero memory of last night, and assumed she would be in her bed.

When she opened her eyes, and looked around, she was confused. She sat up, and looked around, not knowing where she was, and felt an uneasy feeling come over her.

"Was I kidnapped?" She asked herself. She didn't feel any pain, and all of her cloathing, sans her shoes, was still on.

She got up and walked out of the open bedroom door, and looked over a balcony, where a living room was below.

A well sized couch took up space in the room, and lying there, covered with a purple fleece blanket, was Pierce.

It was then she remembered Pierce finding her at the park, while she was crying over her sister.

"I must have fell asleep in his car, he carried me all the way up here?" She thought to herself. She looked down on him, and smiled.

She walked down the spiral staircase, over to the couch, and watched as he slept. Part of her didn't want to wake him up, but brought her there, and she had at least wanted to thank him, before heading home.

"Pierce" She whispered. No reaction. She took her hand, and placed it on his chest, and nudged him. She was fairly impressed with how solid he felt. She knew he wasn't in bad shape, but he typically wore suits, and therefor, she had never really seen his body. He still didn't react to it though.

"Pierce" She said a bit louder, while nudging him again. He stirred a little this time, but was still asleep.

"How the hell am I going to wake him up?" She thought. She saw his huge flat-screen television, with custom surround sound, and thought of a funny idea. She grapped the remote, and turned it to a music station, which only played loud, blaring metal music.

It wasn't long till Slayer's Raining Blood, was blasting, at full volume, through the speakers, and he was lying ass first on the ground, confused.

He looked up, and saw Viola, doubled over, in laughter.

Slightly annoyed, but also amused, mostly amused, he got up, and turned the volume down.

"Okay, okay, I'm up" He said.

She looked up, face red from laughter, and met his gaze. It took her a few before she could suppress her giggles.

"Hey, listen. Thanks for carrying me upstairs like that. I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you." She said to him as her smile, turned to a frown.

"Hey, no problem. I would've taken you home, but I didn't know where you lived." He told her as he stretched, and without noticing, flexed, which caught Viola's gaze for a second.

"Oh uh, its fine. You didn't have to sleep on the couch, I feel so bad for taking your bed" She said in an apologetic tone.

He smiled and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Its fine, what kind of an asshole would I be if I made you sleep on the couch? Shit, I can feel my momma swattin' my ass with a belt now 'Pierce Washington, who do you think you are? Making this poor girl sleep on the couch. I raised you better than that'" He told her, switching to a high pitched voice, attempting to sound like his mother.

Viola cracked up laughing, and was soon joined in laughter by Pierce.

"Oh shit. Anyway, hey, you want some breakfast? I'm starvin' like a motherfucker." He said.

"I can eat" She responded, and nodding her head.

"Cool, let me just brush my teeth real quick, and we can get some" He told her.

"Um, do you have a spare one lying around somewhere? I'd like to brush too" She asked him.

"Sure, follow me" He told her.

They both walked up the spiral staircase, and into his bedroom, then to the bathroom.

"Toothbrushes are in the cabinet right here" He said pointing, to said cabinet.

She followed his finger, and walked to open it up, and noticed the condoms he kept in there. She noticed the rather large sized condoms he had. She then got the toothbrushes, and handed one to him.

They brushed their teeth in silence for the most part, only really making the odd noise here, and there.

Pierce pulled the mouthwash out and handed it to her, with the cup.

"Use that one, I'll run downstairs and get a shot glass" He told her.

Before she could respond, he had walked off.

She was somewhat grateful, because she was feeling flustered, and it was looking like it was cause of Pierce. She had never looked at Pierce like that before. Skylar, sure, but not Pierce. Not until now at least.

Her thinking was interrupted when Pierce came back with a shot glass.

"Mouthwash please?" Pierce asked her. She handed it over, and watched as he gargled.

She then followed his actions, and did the same. She also put a little cold water on her face as well, in an attempt to calm herself.

"So, what you like? Bacon, sasusage, ham breakfast steak?" He asked her.

Her face scrunched in disgust. She didn't eat meat.

"Um, I'm actually a vegetarian, Pierce" She responded.

He looked surprised, but understood.

"Well shit, um, well I guess we can go somewhere? I'm sure there's vegetarian places around here" He told her. She smiled at him, and patted him on the shoulder, which was totally not an excuse to feel it, honestly.

"Well, let's get going" He smiled at her and remembered he needed to get dressed.

"Uh, Vi, I need to get dressed" He told her.

She blushed, and stammered out a response.

"Oh, yeah, okay. Sure I'll just be downstairs" She said as she walked out of the bathroom.

She walked down the stairs, and sat down on the couch.

"Get the ahold of yourself, Vi" She told herself. She sighed, and sat back. Seconds later, Pierce came out and began walking down the stairs.

"Ready!" He said as he walked down. He was wearing a pair of purple skinny jeans, with an open purple baseball jersey, and a white t-shirt underneath. On his head, he wore a black baseball cap, with the Saints logo on it. Along with his usual rings, and diamond necklace.

Viola admired him, and thought he looked good. Very good.

They both walked to the elevator, and stood inside, while listening to an elevator style music version of "Today Was a Good Day" By Ice cube.

They walked down outside, and got into Pierce's car. Viola pulled her cellphone out, and searched for vegetarian places in the area.

"Found one" She said to him.

"Just follow this route" She said, and he nodded and smiled. They drove off, and he followed the route on his GPS. A somewhat awkward silence was in the air.

"Soooo, how long have you and Boss known each other?" She asked him, out of actual curiosity.

"Shit, its been awhile. Years, I know that" He said while focusing on the road. She nodded.

"Well how'd you join?" She asked.

"Well, I knew a guy named Carlos in prison. Once he and Boss broke out, Carlos hit me up. He had mentioned that Boss was startin' the Saints back up, and asked if I wanted in. I agreed, and once Boss proved himself to me, I was in. That's been the story for the past few years now. Same with Shaundi" Pierce told her.

"Prison? What were you in prison for?" She asked him, hoping it wasn't something unforgivable.

"Felony drug posession, and posession with intention to sell." Pierce revealed.

"I was out selling to anyone, and everyone. Funny enough, Shaundi was a regular of mine, before we had even joined the Saints. She was always with a different guy, and bought a shit load of weed" He told her, and she smiled a little at that.

"I ended up selling to some undercovers, and they busted my ass. Did three years, got out, and not too long after, I joined the Saints" She was listening, with great attention.

"So, uh, Boss and Shaundi, who would've thunk it, huh?" He asked her.

"Really? You didn't notice anything? I had noticed something with them when Loren, my sister, and I had her, Boss, and Johnny tied up in our airplane" She told him.

"Well, I did, but I didn't want to make assumptions, ya know?" He responded. She nodded.

"They make a cute couple though, huh?" She asked.

"Yeah, I guess they do" Pierce said with a smile. The rest of the drive was with random topics. Favorite bands, songs, movies, TV shows. Pierce had been a fan of Bosses favorite bands due to him rolling with Boss so long.

They both shared a guilty pleasure of Nyteblayde, and had discussed favorite episodes.

They soon arrived to the place they followed on the GPS.

Pierce got out first, and held the door open for Viola. She smiled.

"Thank you" She said.

"You're welcome" He said back, with his own smile. They both walked into the resturant, and took a seat.

"I gotta be honest, I've never had vegetarian food before" Pierce said looking over the menu.

"Don't worry, its really good" She said while looking over her menu.

They both ordered, and had waited for the food to come out when Pierce's phone begain ringing. It was Johnny.

"Just a sec Vi" Pierce said as he swiped on his phone to answer it.

"Yo, what up Gat?" He asked him.

"PIERCE, BOSS HAS BEEN FUCKING ARRESTED' Johnny yelled into the phone. Horror filled Pierce.

"WHAT!? YOU GOTTA BE FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME" Pierce yelled. Viola looked up in confusion.

"What's going on?" She asked him, in a concerned tone.

"FUCKIN' BOSS GOT ARRESTED" He yelled out to her.

"WHAT!?" She yelled out.

At Johnny & Aiesha's

Johnny sat down on the couch, with a bowl of oatmeal 'Eesh made him, and grabbed the cup of OJ with just a splash of Vodka in it, and took a sip. He switched on the TV, hoping to watch cartoons.

"Johnny, you are a grown ass man. Why are you watchin' cartoons?" Aiesha asked him as she sat down with her own oatmeal.

"Oh c'mon. This is a good episode" He responded. She chuckled.

"Well too bad, I wanna watch the news" She told him as she reached for the remote. He quickly grabbed it, and kept her from getting it. They locked eyes, and he smirked at her.

"What's it worth to ya?" He asked in a flirty tone. While she wouldn't mind a little morning sex, she had an overwhelming urge to watch the news.

"As fun as that sounds, I really want to watch the news" She told him. He frowned, and slumped back, holding his oatmeal.

"Fuckin' cockblocked by the news again" He said in a whiney tone. Aiesha snickered, and flipped to the news.

Jane Valderrama was on the screen, and it looked like a greenscreen of Stilwater was behind her. Johnny noticed this, and a really bad feeling came over him, same with Aiesha.

"And in other news, the leader of the very famous 'Third Street Saints' appears to have finally been captured yet again, this time, by none other than, decorated police cheif, Troy Bradshaw. If you remember correctly, he successfully infiltrated the once unknown street gang, when it was led by the now dead Julius Little. He was an undercover, and managed to witness countless acts of depraved gang activity. It has long been rumored that Bradshaw was under the pay of the now global iconic gang, however, with this mornings events, those rumors appear to be put to bed. This is Jane Valderrama"

Johnny was in total disbelief, along with Aiesha. He very rarely speechless, but this time, he couldn't find the right words to say.

"Oh my God" Aiesha said while breaking into tears. Johnny was snapped out of it, and anger filled him. He stood up, and in pure anger, he threw his bowl of oatmeal through the TV screen. It exploded with sparks flying everywhere.

"FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!" Johnny yelled. Aiesha was in tears, watching Johnny.

Johnny put his fist through the wall. He took it out, and did again around seven times. His hand was bloody, and broken at that point.

"WHY!?" Aiesha screamed out. Johnny was furious, not even feeling the pain in his hand. He flipped the coffee table, then kicked a giant hole in it.

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL TROY" Johnny screamed out. Johnny could hear Aiesha crying about this, and stopped his rampage to comfort his girl.

"Shhh its okay 'Eesh" He said as he held her tightly, and ran his fingers through her hair.

"They're gonna fucking fry him Johnny. Skylar's dead" Aiesha cried out.

"No they won't, look at me" She did, and they locked eyes.

"I swear to you, I won't let that happen. I don't care what I gotta do, I'll save him, I swear" Johnny told her. That seem'd to comfort a little bit.

"I'm sorry about the furniture. I'll get more" Johnny said. She looked up and shook her head.

"I don't blame you. Not in the slightest Johnny, not in the slightest" Aiesha reassured him. Johnny let out a long sigh, and was thinking.

"Alright, I'll call Pierce, you call Shaundi. Shit one of us has got to tell his family. I don't know if I've got that in me, I just don't know" Johnny said, just dreading the very thought of telling them. Skylar's family was in a way Johnny's family. They knew of Johnny, and knew how close he, and Skylar were. They even showed up to Johnny's funeral the Saints held in Steeleport, before they found out Johnny was still alive.

"I'll call them don't worry baby, you just call Pierce, and I'll call Shaundi"

Back at Skylar and Shaundi's penthouse

Shaundi was very, very relaxed, and had all but forgotten about Skylar being gone. Just as she took a sip of wine, her phone started ringing. She picked it up, and noticed it Aiesha.

"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked with a smile, as she put the wine glass down.

"Um, Shaundi, I have some terrible news about Skylar" Aiesha told her in a low tone. Shaundi felt all the relaxation leave her body in an instant. She sat up so fast, the sunglasses she was wearing, went flying right off her face, and managed to land in the pool, briefly floating, before sinking to the bottom.

"Did that bastard cheat on me!?" Shaundi yelled out in a mixture of anger, and sadness.

"No Shaundi, he didn't" Aiesha told her, much to her relief. But the relief didn't last long, as Shaundi feared the worst.

"Is he dead?" Shaundi asked, nearly breaking to tears.

"No he's still alive, thankfully. Um Shaundi, he got arrested in Stilwater by Troy Bradshaw, and its not looking good for him" Shaundi's mouth hung agape, in total shock by what she just heard.

"Please tell me this is one of he and Johnny's stupid jokes" Shaundi said as tears streamed down her face. Aiesha broke down in tears hearing her break down in tears, and shook her head, feeling terrible for Shaundi.

"I wish it was Shaundi, I wish it was" Aiesha told Shaundi.

Shaundi let out a scream, a scream that came from such pain, deep inside her body. She knew he stood no chance whatsoever, no matter what. All the money donated to Stilwater, helping out the town, all the fame, all the "power" the Saints had, meant nothing.

Shaundi was certain Skylar was going to die.

Stiwater PD

Four huge police offjcers dragged Skyalr's near lifeless body into a nearly dark room, that was only lit up by a dim overhead light.

They sat him down, with force, onto a chair, and shackled his legs to the table that sat in the middle of the room. After that, They handcuffed one of his hands to the table, via a single handcuff that was bolted down into said table.

Troy Bradshaw walked in, piping hot coffee in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.

"Alright boys, wake him up" Troy said as he sat down, and looked at all the files that laid on the table.

"HEY, WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKER" One of them yelled. No movement or noise whatsoever.

"He dead?" Troy asked opening one of the folders. One of the other officers walked over, and checked Skylar's pulse from his neck. There was a slight pulse.

"Nope, he's still with us" The cop said.

"Try again" Troy said as he eyed Skylar. This time, one of the cops slapped Skylar in the back of the head, and yelled at him.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU WORTHLESS GANGBANGER COCKSUCKER" The cop yelled out. Skylar stirred a little and mumbled something. Troy grew tired of this, and had an idea.

"Here, throw this on him. That'll wake him up" Troy said, while handing one of the cops his cup of very hot coffee. The cop smiled, and told everyone to watch out. With a huge shit-eating grin, he tossed the hot liquid on Skylar.

Skylar jumped up, screaming from the intense burns. He looked around, confused. Last he remembered, he had just nearly killed Killbane. He looked around some more, seeing the uniformed officers, and then Troy Bradshaw.

"The fuck is this shit?" He asked while looking at Troy.

"Its time for you to atone for your sins, Skylar. You're a catholic right? Well, if you still believe, you'd better start praying. But, I don't think it'll do you any good" Troy said as he sat back.

"Troy, the fuck man, I thought we had a deal?" Skylar asked. Troy smirked, and then chuckled.

"Yeah, ya see, I'm done with that. I realize now, that you're much better off to me, and this great state of Stilwater, dead" Troy told him as he puffed on his cigarette, and then blew the smoke right in his face.

"Ya see, its been a constant black mark on my career, as a dedicated police officer to Stilwater, that you've remained alive, all the money you've given to Stilwater, and all the bribes, they ain't gonna help you here son" Troy told him. Skylar felt rage building inside him, and gritted his teeth.

"Just how many fucking faces you got Troy, huh? How many more times are you going to act like a friend to the Saint's, only to stab us in the back?" Skylar asked him. Troy smirked, and puffed again.

"You see, I was never on your side. Not in the early days, and not now. All that money you gave to us, was used to capture you. That's right, you paid to get yourself arrested. How's that feel ya dipshit? Not so smart now huh, why did you even trust me to begin with? I mean, for fuck's sake Sky, I betrayed you before. Surly you must have know it would happen again right? Or maybe, I'm just giving you too much credit" Troy told him. Skylar's face was red hot and he was shaking with fury.

"Just what the fuck do you want, Troy?" Skylar asked him. Troy sat up, and locked eyes with Skylar.

"Hm, what do I want? Well, for world hunger to end, no more war, and for my wife to stop cheating on me with one of my co-workers. Seriously, she's having sex with one of the rookie cops, let that shit sink in. Now I know what you're thinking, don't worry, I'm just waiting for him to get too comfy, and he'll be dealt with. Now, as I was saying, what do I want? I want to be known as the guy that single handedly killed the Saints, and I'm gonna start at the top. I'm gonna start with you, then one by one, I'll see that all you fucks are locked up, and tried for every single murder you committed, and each one of you, put to death" Troy said as he snubbed out the cigarette, and threw it in Skylar's face. Skylar jumped up at him this time, and this made the cops in the room restrain him. Troy laughed.

"You don't get it do you Sky? You can't do nothing about this, son. Its time for you to pay your dues, and we're going to start right here, right now motherfucker.

Alright guys, that's chapter 12! I actually had some fun writing this. I'm actually quite proud of this chapter, to be honest, not trying to sound cocky. Hopefully, I can update soon. I am feeling kind of anxious about writing again, and am worried if I might be too rusty or something. But then again, I've had a lot of time to think this chapter out, so perhaps that's why I'm feeling so confident.

Nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoyed this one, and I wanna thank you so much for bearing with me. I know these long waits suck, and I wish, truly, truly wish, I always felt this excited to write something.

As always, rate, review and stay tuned for the next chapter.