Chapter 110: "Welcome to the Saints!"

A/N: Now we come to the part where we find out what Katrina has been up to! Enjoy!

Twelve hours after Katrina left Kratos' world...

Katrinas' eyes fluttered open, finding herself in a room, laid down in a hospital bed with an IV needle in her arm, a heart rate moniter attached to her finger, her injured hand heavily bandaged, and dressed only in a thin hospital gown.

"What the hell?" She slowly brought a hand up to her head, feeling a small bandage on the right hand side of her forehead, the last thing she remembered being a stick piercing her abdomen, walking until she reached a road, and finally seeing the headlights from a speeding car that wasn't slowing down. She lifted her gown just enough to see she had a short but thick scar where the stick had once been. There was a knock on her rooms door, and in strode a dark skinned doctor, complete with the teal scrubs, white coat and stethoscope. He was holding a clipboard and flipping through the pages,

"Goodmorning Miss Doe," said the doctor, "I see you're healing up quite nicely considering what you've been through."

"Where am I?" She asked the doctor.

"You're in Stilwater Memorial Hospital miss," said the doctor, "You were struck by a speeding car and had to be brought in. Real mess too. You had a small tree branch pierce the side of your abdomen, an abrasion on your head that knocked you unconscious for twelve hours, and lastly you lost your ring finger and we couldn't recover it." Right then the door bursted open, and in barged a young man of Asian decent, maybe a head taller than Katrina, possibly eighteen, well built, dressed in a purple and white letterman jacket with silver fleur-de-lis buttons, a black tee shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, and silver rimmed sunglasses with dark rectangular lenses,

"Alright doc, you did your job! Now I need to speak with her if you don't mind." Katrina was already more than a little annoyed with the young man, as was the doctor,

"Now young man, I'm afraid you will have to wait outside until visiting hours are-!" The doctor ceased to speak as the intruder pulled his jacket to the side, revealing a gun tucked into his pants. Katrina gripped the side of her bed, ready to fight at a moments notice, but the doctor simply rolled his eyes, as if that act from the hooligan was normal, "Fine. Help yourself Saint. Just don't do anything I wouldn't approve of." The doctor then left the room, closing the door behind him, and the young man let go of his jacket, hiding his weapon once again. He then refocused on Katrina, showing concern,

"You okay kid?" Katrina gave an offended gasp,

"Kid?! You can't be a day older than-! Nevermind, just who the hell are you and what do you want?!" She asked, pulling the IV out of her arm, the heart rate moniter off her finger, and stood up from the bed, still keeping a grip on the side as her legs were still shakey.

"Easy kid, easy! And I only say 'kid' because it's how I talk to someone younger than me. Also, my name is Jason Gat. Pleasure to meet ya!" He held out his hand for a handshake, but Katrina refused it,

"Yeah real pleasure," she said sarcastically, "now do you want to explain why you barged in here, threatened the doctor with a gun, and why he called you 'Saint?'" Jason pulled back his hand, giving her a glare,

"Not sure if I like your tone, but I came in here because I wanted to make sure you were okay cause I was the guy who brought you here!" Katrinas' face softened, until Jason rolled his eyes and shrugged, "I'm also the guy who hit you in the first place."

WHAP!

Jason stumbled back, clutching his nose after Katrina gave him a quick yet hard jab to the face.

"Okay, I deserved that."

"Now why was the doctor calling you a saint?" Jason sniffed, making sure his nose wasn't bleeding, and explained,

"Because I am the son of one of the greatest of the Third Street Saints: Johnny Gat! The most dangerous man in the universe!" Jason struck a pose, almost resembling Superman, to which Katrina folded her arms sceptically,

"I've never even heard of the Third Street Saints let alone a Johnny Gat." The young man then comically fell over in complete disbeleif, hopping back up and bellowing at Katrina,

"YOU NEVER HEARD OF THE THIRD STREET SAINTS?!! THE MILLION DOLLAR GLOBAL ICONS?!!" Katrina raised an eyebrow, staring at Jason, "You've at least heard of Shaundi, right?! Or Pierce Washington?! Planet Saints? Saints Flow even...?" Katrina shook her head negatively, to which Jason lifted his sunglasses to look at her properly, then dropped them back down, "Are you an alien?" Katrina gaped at him,

"No I'm not an alien. There's no such thing," she said.

"Well I was going to say, that would be the most logical explanation I could come up with for not knowing who the Saints are...and also explain the grey skin...but I guess you could have had that done at Image as Designed, because seriously you look like a sexy wendigo or something." Katrina nodded her head,

"Not sure if I should be flattered for being called sexy or insulted for being called a wendigo."

"How about you take your..." Jason trailed off, seeing a small red dot travelling across Katrina, coming from the window, causing him to quickly grab her and dive to the floor with her just in time to avoid a speeding bullet smashing through the window and hitting the wall.

"What was that?!" Katrina shouted.

"The Ronin," said Jason, "clearly still pissed with my dad and his boss for killing their leader and key members so they're taking it out on the people they are close to!"

"Oh just fucking great!" Katrina said sarcastically. Soon both of them heard gunfire right outside the door, causing Jason to pick Katrina up and hide her under her hospital bed, right as two Asian men and one woman dressed in yellow and black leather biker outfits kicked the door down, the smaller of the two men brandishing a katana, the woman a pair of submachine guns, and the bigger of the two men, presumably the leader, held only a pistol, and it was aimed at Jasons' head.

"What's up Gat?" Said the leader, keeping his focus on Jason.

"Not much Akuji," said Jason, not even breaking a sweat from the gun being pointed at him, "how's the family?"

"Dead thanks to your father and his boss if you don't remember. Your father buried my older brother alive, and his boss killed my father. So when I heard a hit has been put out on you, I told him I would kill you for free, despite your heritage."

"Really?" Asked Jason, "and who was that?"

"The same guy who put a hit out on ALL the Saints, and killed your precious father," said Akuji, "Phillipe Loren." Jason nodded his head,

"'Phillipe Loren, got it. Now I know who to look for." Akuji scoffed,

"As if you will get the chance-!"

BINK!

The other male Ronin dropped to the ground, a metal bedpan clattering next to him as Katrina snatched his sword and slashed through the female Ronin. She then had the front of her gown in his fist, aimed his gun at her head, but Jason was already behind him, wrestling his gun arm away to the side, and pulling his other arm away from Katrina, tearing her gown in the process. Jason then turned to gun toward Akujis' own face, pulled the trigger, and sent blood spraying across the room as the bullet exited the mans head.

"Alright," said Jason, letting the body fall and stashing away the gun, "so I am going to give you back your weapons that are in the trunk of my car, I'm heading to Steelport to find the motherfucker, and you should probably head home...after you find some clothes." Katrina looked down, and saw that Akuji had torn her hospital gown completely off her body, exposing herself to Jason.

"Um...I would appreciate my weapons and some clothes, but I also got to ask, this 'Loren' character...he killed your father?"

"Yeah, and stole all the Saints funds, leaving us with nothing, and tried to force us off the streets. So it is more than a little personal between me, him and the Saints."

"Another thing, are the Saints just glorified gangbangers?" Jason raised an eyebrow,

"Got a problem with that?" Katrina kept quiet for a moment, and spoke,

"No...not yet. But if Loren killed your father then I want in." Jason tilted his sunglasses down, not leaving anything to obscure his eyes from hers, and Katrina explained herself, "I know exactly what it's like to lose someone you care for, especially a parent." Jason pushed his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose,

"Let me guess, rough childhood?"

"Rough enough that I have no place to go at the moment." Jason nodded, then used his arm on each of Katrinas shoulders, as if a king were using a sword to christen a knight,

"Welcome to the Saints!" He said, patting her on the shoulder, and as he walked past her to find some clothes for her, it finally dawned on the young war goddess,

I just joined a gang...Rias forgive me...