Good news, since it's the summer now I'll be updating every week :3. It got me into a weird schedule and I'm sorry if I let anyone down. My views and reviews along with my muse have taken a major hit DX so if you like the story please review. It would help out so much. I'm going to try to get back on schedule as much as I can. Anyway, here it is at long last!

Disclaimer: I don't own Saints Row or it's related material. Original characters and concepts are my intellectual property.

"Get her!"

I sprinted across the catwalk and into the hallway. Stamping sounded its way toward me, like a thousand people were on the march. Gunfire started ringing out behind, nearly impossible to avoid. But they couldn't see any better than I could, so at least that was to my advantage. Bullets pierced the walls inches from my back.

Suddenly, spots of red flashed through the air and pounded into me. A Luchadore specialists and his grenade launcher almost blocked the hall entirely. I launched myself at his head and brought him down, making him fire into the air. I bounded away from the explosions that shook my vision and balance. But the specialists have guns on them, having a gun means I don't die tonight. I doubled back and started searching his armor for a pistol or anything.

"There!" A man barked. I scrambled for the grenade gun, lifted with every muscle in my body, and fired. White-hot fire spewed from the capsules, blowing the men back. A pistol slipped from one of their vests,making it easy to scoop up. I fired blind into the dark and drew a few screams from the men. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, so it was easy to take them out.

I kept going forward until I ran out of ammo, then reached down and pulled a gun off a man's bloody corpse. A shot grazed my shoulder, but still sent pain slicing through it. That earned the bastard a shot between the eyes. The end of the tunnel was finally in my sights. I bolted out the door and for the exit. A bullet stabbed into my arm, making it go numb. But no matter. I sprinted to the fence and bounded it while gunshots still rang out behind me.

There were no cars driving around or people walking in the neighborhood. All of the houses were dark, and streetlights were the only illumination. I moved soundlessly down the sidewalk, quick and alert as a rabbit. I tried to act like a jogger, a jogger who wasn't being hunted down by gang members.

An hour had passed. I had gone six miles and I hadn't seen a soul, strange for a busy city like this. I came to a corner where several prostitutes waited by the stop sign. A purple car pulled up and three of the girls

The window rolled down as I passed and a man leaned out, "Hey pretty lady, you comin' with us?" His voice sounded like it was auto-tuned, maybe he was a singer. He must've been a pimp though, a rich one at that; He and the driver were decked in purple gear like they were going to a club. Saints.

"Nah, I've got clients a few blocks away," I said casually, noting an alley right next to me.

The black man looked back to the driver, who both shrugged and drove off. That was weird, usually if a girl refused a pimp she'd have to go with him whether she liked it or not.

I stepped into the shadow of the alley and was slammed into the wall. My vision blurred into doubles, making me droop down. Hands wrapped around my wrists and one went to my mouth. "Well lads, look like we got ourselves a pretty one," a man slurred.

Three shapes emerged from the shadows, all clad in yellow hoodies. "Let's have some fun shall we?" One swaggered forward and dragged his gaze over me. These weren't members of the Syndicate, these were common street punks. The thought that they could overpower me so easily made me burn with anger.

His filthy hand went under my chin, "Bet you've never had a real man before."

I slammed my head into his, surprising him so much that he dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. One of the men rushed forward, triggering me to flip the man behind over me and into him. I picked up his pistol and pointed it at the one remaining. "Run."

The way was deserted moments after I spoke.

"Good." I clamored up the fire escape and onto the roof. Darkness spanned out under the stars, punctured by lights from the windows and alleys below. I leaped over each gap, seeing nothing but brightness for a weightless moment before landing and sprinting toward one again. When the rooftops came to an end, I ran off the edge and rolled onto the sidewalk. I flitted through the shadows of buildings until I came to a streetlight with a black band wrapped around it's post.

The door to the apartment building was wide open, displaying the rotting hall. I stepped inside and closed the door. The smell of home, a mixture of mildew and sweat, brought relief. But there were no sounds of any of the men. No steps, no voices, nothing.

A radio started playing upstairs, Kabron or one of the other radio stations was on. I traipsed up the stairs. The door was open and light was spilling out of it, with men inside laughing.

A man passed right in front of me and filled me with dread. These weren't my men. They were soldiers, dressed in a type to gear I didn't recognize, but STAG was printed on their shoulder pads. What the hell was that?

I grabbed the man behind me and pulled him down the stairs, grabbing the gun as it fell from his grip. I crouched and fired shots into him and one that stormed out of the room. They went down, but were followed by two others.

A shot grazed my arm and stung worse than buckshot. It couldn't be bullets, maybe a laser or something, but this was some tech I'd never seen.

I jumped into the hall and brought the two men down after ten shots.

"Finally," I sighed, dropping the gun and lurching down the hall. This part of the building was untouched praise the lord. I arrived at my room and stepped inside. There was only a cot and the bag of equipment that I'd left behind, but it felt like I was in a mansion.

The wounds on my arms started to drip blood onto the floor. I reached into the bag, pulled out some gauze, bandages, and tweezers, and sat down on the cot. The bullet was still in my arm, stinging away at whatever muscle it could touch. I licked the tweezers before sticking them into the hole and plucking it out. I screamed but grabbed the gauze to stick it on the stinging wound. It wasn't bad, hardly half an inch wide but it could cause nerve damage, but I needed to be careful with it. I wrapped the bandage around it and tied it with a bow, perfect. There wasn't much that could be done about the laser burn besides keeping it clean and trying not to irritate it, so I wrapped it in just a bandage and prayed it would get hurt.

The shivers started, just like they had back on tour after something went catastrophically wrong. I reached into my bag's pocket and pulled out a packet of white pills, nearly powder by now. I licked up the powder and laid back, my arm stopped burning. It traveled up to my mind, working it's way in until there was only a warm feeling. It felt like being in heaven or the closest I would ever get to it.

Respite, that's what I needed. Sleep swept itself over me easily, bringing me down. It was gained the second I closed my eyes.

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