Okay, I am back with another chapter to "My life as a Saint 2" and I want to let you all know that all my future chapters will be upload at a slow paste and please bare with me because I don't have my best friend anymore.

Disclaimer: I don't own none of the characters from Saint's Row series, except for my Ocs.

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Jailbreak

Following after the takedown of the Saints, Troy was promoted to Chief of Police. Some of the members of the Saints were buried. A company known as Ultor came in and change everything. Some of the people were now safe from the gang war that had transpired. Troy was sitting in his office looking over the paperwork. He stopped for a moment until he got a phone called for a moment.

"Hello." Troy said.

"Hello, Chief Bradshaw. This is the head doctor at the Stillwater's prison. We have confirmed that the patience has been out of critical state. He had been placed into a coma state."

"Tell me, how long is his coma?" Troy asked.

"Who can say? Coma take about a week, a month, or maybe a year. We can never tell, but we have to monitor the brain activity."

Troy stroked his chin for a moment as a idea popped his head. He knew that this will have the people going after him for this.

"Who all knows?" Troy asked.

"Just you and me, sir."

"Good, keep an eye on him and keep me posted on anything had change." Troy said.

"But sir? We can't do that? The people here can't be focusing on one inmate. The warden would not stand for this."

Troy slammed his fist on his desk.

"I don't care what the warden. I am the chief of the police. What I say goes." Troy said.

He hung up the phone before he lit his cigarette and release the smoke. He was looking at the photo of him, Lin, Dex, Johnny and Malcolm standing outside of the church. Lin was giving the camera the middle finger, Johnny was holding a shotgun, Dex just had his arm resting on Troy's shoulder, Troy had a cigarette in his mouth, and Malcolm was just standing next to Lin.

=== Five years later, Stillwater Prison ===

There was blonde short hair guard sitting at his desk flipping through the channel after channel. He just let out sigh because he was bored out of his mind for a moment. Then the guard turned the TV there another guard named Barney as he was looking at his co-worker.

"Hey Fred, you'll never guess who's awake." Barney said.

Fred dropped the remote and got his feet off the table for a moment as he was looking at Barney.

"You're shitting me." Fred said.

"Come see for yourself." Barney told him.

Fred got up from his chair as he was following his co-worker to the infirmary. Fred glide his nightstick against the bars as Barney punch in the code to open the doors.

"How long has it been?" Fred asked.

"Years...I stopped keeping track a while ago.' Barney said.

"I can't believe it's been that long..." Fred said.

"Time flies when you're watching someone breathe through a tube." Barney said.

They both were walking down stairs of the prison as Fred was looking at Barney.

"How's the family." Fred asked.

Barney just frown at the question.

"My wife's cheating on me with an Ultor exec, and uh, my daughter sits in her room listening to Aisha albums all day." Barney said.

Fred sighed.

"For a dead woman, she sure releases a lot of records..." Fred said.

"No shit." Barney mention.

"God, that was a hell of a year... Alderman Richard Hughes, Mayor Winslow, Aisha, Chief Monroe..." Fred said.

They were working though the corridor as a group of inmates were in the brawler with shanks. The both of the were not paying any attention to the inmate.

"All murdered by that asshole who's been sitting in inensive care on tax payers' money." Barney mentioned.

"Troy said he wouldn't pull the plug." Fred said.

"Lord knows why." Barney said.

"Anyone call the chief?" Fred asked.

"Couldn't get through... the press has been mobbing him with phone calls..." Barney answered.

They were getting closer to the infirmary.

"Oh, about the-'

"Yep." Barney said.

"I forgot that was today." Fred said.

"You should pay more attention." Barney said.

"Fuck off." Fred said.

Once they both reach the infirmary, Fred pushed open both doors as both of them walk into the room. There was female doctor who was cleaning the blood off her hands.

"How's the patient?" Fred asked.

"Seeing as he still breathing after being caught in a massive explosion... I'd say pretty good."

"Coming through!"

There was female nurse who was pushing a stretcher with a inmate on it who was holding his side for a moment. The female doctor was looking at her assitist.

"What happened?"

"Shaking..."

"Put him over there!." She turned her attention to the two guards as she adjusted her glasses. "Sorry about that."

She was walking over to the bandaged up Malcolm who was looking up at several shadow figures that was surrounded him.

"Had he said anything yet?" Barney asked.

"Not yet. But I'm about to take the bandage off..."

The female doctor pulled her scissors and cut part of the bandage as she started to unwrapped the bandage that surrounded Malcolm's head. It took about several minutes until she came to the last layer of bandage. Once that last bandage which reveal Malcolm with his face cover in burn scars and stitches cars. He turned his gaze at the female doctor how smirk as he looked down at her cleavage to see a saints tattoo on her right boob.

"Yes... That looks like it healed nicely."

Then Fred grabbed the female doctor to gently moved her away from Malcolm.

"Be careful doctor, your patient's dangerous." Fred said.

Barney pointed his finger at Malcolm.

"If you got something to say in front of the Judge, now is the time." Barney said.

"F-F-Fuck off, pig." Malcolm said.

Barney was getting to do something but Frank stopped them in his tracks.

"You're wasting your time man, let's get a hold of Troy." Frank said.

With that, the guards left Malcolm alone with his thoughts. That he lost his train of thought as he heard someone trying to get his attention.

"Pst! Hey!"

Then the curtain next to Malcolm was moved and he saw another inmate that was in the infirmary. This inmate has a purple hat on his head. He was Latino and he was looking at Malcolm. Then Malcolm knew that he was in prison.

"Is it really you? Are you Malcolm Carpenter."

"Do I know you?" Malcolm asked.

"I'm Carlos, and my brother was in the Saints and told me all about you. Listen, we've got to get you out of here." Carlos said.

"Well, I'm sure if we ask nicely..." Malcolm said, sarcastically.

"I know a way out." Carlos told him.

"Really, then wy are you still here?" Malcolm asked.

"I Heard you were in here and I wanted to bust you out." Carlos said.

Malcolm knew that he could trust anyone at this moment and he wasn't going to heard anymore of Carlos' bullshit.

"And getting out of here is a two man job and no one else is willing to give it a try." Carlos said.

"Do you really expect me to trust some guy that I don't even know?" Malcolm asked.

Carlos frown at what Malcolm said to him.

"C'mon, I just got myself shanked so I could get a chance to talk to you! Doesn't that show I'm loyal?" Carlos said.

Malcolm scuffed for a moment as he lay back down.

"Well, it shows that you're dumb enough to let yourself get stabbed." Malcolm said.

"I'm trying to help you!" Carlos said.

Then Malcolm raise up but he hold his side to still feel the effect of pain in his ribs.

"You know what I got the last time I trusted someone? Blown the fuck up." Malcolm said.

Carlos looked at him.

"You need me." Carlos reminded him.

"The hell I do, I got the Saints" Malcolm yelled.

Carlos scuffed.

"Yeah sure you do." Carlos said Sarcastically.

Malcolm was looking at Carlos for a moment because he notice that Carlos know something that he doesn't.

"What that's suppose to mean?" Malcolm asked.

"Well, how long do you think you've been out?" Carlos asked.

"I don't know man...two to three weeks?" Malcolm said.

"Look, I know you think you're a badass, but do you even know where you're at? Without me, you'll just be wondering around the prison for hours. Even if you manage to avoid the guards that long and if you find a way to get outside these walls, you'll just find out that you're sitting on a god damn island. And I'm pretty sure that you can't out swim the coast guard." Carlos explained.

Malcolm just sighed in defeat because he knew that Carlos right about this. He knew that he had to swallow his pride to trust Carlos. So, he decided to listen to Carlos' plan and hope that it works.

"Well, do you got a boat stashed here somewhere?" Malcolm asked.

"No, but I know where we're gonna steal one." Carlos said.

This peak Malcolm's interest and to his surprise that a rookie know how to steal. He knew that they were going to need more than a boat to get off the island.

"Alright. let's get out of here." Malcolm said.

He got up and so did Carlos. He was looking at the doctor for a moment and he was looking at syringe. He walked up to the doctor very quiet like. Once he got close enough, He grabbed the doctor and stabbed him in the throat several times until the doctor was laying in the puddle of his own blood. Carlos was looking at two doors for a moment.

"Well, we can go out the front of sneak out through the back." Carlos said.

"Are you fucking insane. We'll be smoked by the time we reach the outside. We sneaking out the back to avoid the alarms. He grabbed the dead doctor's shoes and put them on. He was pulled a pair of keys from the dead doctor's coat pocket. He running over to the doors and unlocked them and walked outside. He noticed that there were two guards station outside of the infirmary's back exit. He grabbed the guard and apply pressure as he suffocating the guard and grabbed his gun before the other guard noticed for a moment. he was about to reach for his gun but Malcolm shot him before he could.

Carlos ran over to the dead guard and grabbed his gun as they both were running towards a wall. Malcolm jumped up and help Carlos up for a moment and they make their way over to the a hole in the ceiling that lead to the roof of the building. Malcolm was looking around from the roof to see that there were many guards station around the building. He ducked down for a moment as the security light was making its rounds. Both Malcolm and Carlos made their way down stairs of the building.

"So, what are you gonna do when we get out of here?" Carlos asked.

"I'm gonna buy myself a drink, that's for fucking sure." Malcolm said.

They both ran towards the mechanic's truck and drove off with it. Once they made it to the docks, the prison's alarms went off as the guards were looking moving out. Malcolm was looking at Carlos who was unhooking the boat from the jumped onto the boat as Carlos started it up. The boat drove with them making their escape. They were enjoying their escape as Malcolm spotted a boat that was heading towards them.

"Take the gun, I'm gonna get us the hell out of here.

Malcolm took aim as he shot at the boat that coming towards them. Carlos was steering the boat as more and more of them were making their pursuits, but Malcolm shot all the boats down as he took out the helicopter. Once they've got further away from the Prison Island, Malcolm turned around to see Stilwater had changed so much. And it made him wonder how long he been in a coma. Then his eyes widen at the skyscraper over Saints Row.

"How long have I been out?" Malcolm asked.

'Five years, man." Carlos answered.

Malcolm was shocked to see that he was gone this long. Everything is different since the explosion which made him worry about his friends, his sister, his girl, and his crew. He turned his attention back to the Row.

"And that's the Row?" Malcolm asked.

"It is now." Carlos said.

"Jesus, when did this happen?" Malcolm said, rubbing his forehead.

"When Ultor got involved." Carlos mentioned.

Malcolm turned his head towards Carlos with an raise eyebrow.

"The clothing company?" Malcolm asked.

"After Hughes was killed in that bombing of yours, Ultor had picked up the pieces, and now their everywhere. On tv, on billboard's,in stores, hell if you ever forget who Ultor is, just look towards Saints Row and you'll see that fucking eye sore." Carlos explained.

This was a lot to take in for Malcolm as he knew that this is bad. Once the boat came to the docks of Stilwater, both Malcolm and Carlos got off and started walking.

"Where can I find the other Saints?" Malcolm asked.

"What other Saints?" Carlos asked, sarcastically.

"What are you talking about?" Malcolm asked.

"Well, with no one to lead them, the Saints fell apart. Once the Brotherhood, Ronin, and Samedi showed up, the few that were left dropped their flags before they got killed." Carlos told him.

"Well, that's fucking great." Malcolm said.

"Look, I know you didn't ask for it, but my advise is that you should keep your head down. The cops are gonna be looking for you and a lot has changed. I'd say should go buy a beer and get as much information as you can." Carlos suggested.

"Thanks Carlos." Malcolm said.

"Anytime." Carlos said.

With that, Carlos left to find a place to hide while Malcolm was thinking to himself. He knew that Carlos was right about one thing that the city had change since he was in the coma. Then he took one last look at the Ultor's skyscraper. He knew that it was time for him to take back his city, but he wasn't going to do it alone. He started walking towards his old street to find some clothes to change into.

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Next time: Appointed Defender


A/n: Whew took a while for me to get this chapter done but I know that some of you wanted this right then, but I couldn't meet you expectation because my best friend originally help me with story before he passed. So, like I say in the last chapter it will be a slow pace. Please bare with me.

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