Hey guys, thanks for sticking around! Now that's summer's here, I'll have more time to write. Muse still isn't cooperating but I'm managing to get by. It's also distracting me with plot bunnies I could do. So, if you have any scenarios or backstory you'd like to see, leave it in the reviews and maybe it'll become a oneshot! Thank you for reading this far and hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Saints Row and it's related material are owned by Volition. Original characters and concepts are my intellectual property.
Sunlight pierced my eyes, making me rub them and sit up. My arm burned as I did but I got up anyway.
Something flashed outside of the window. I looked out to see a metal statue in the center of the courtyard, Cass, Flynn, and Darcy's gift they kept talking about. It was a bigger than life-sized woman in our uniform and holding a sword that looked sharp enough to kill. But she was looking down, maybe in sorrow, maybe as a memory to the boss they thought they lost in this whole fucking mess. It made me smile at it's beauty.
There weren't any extra clothes so I was going to have to stay in the Luchadore green top and shorts, but if any of them saw me I was a dead woman. I needed to get to a clothing store and get something new. But first, I need to find my men. I needed to make sure they were okay. My phone had been left back at 3 Count, so I needed that too.
I put the backpack on and headed out. No one was storming the place, thank god, so whoever they were sent by didn't want me dead that badly. It was too quiet without the sounds of it's occupants training, socializing, or just doing whatever. There was a painful silence in every room I passed as if I were in a museum.
The sidewalk was bursting with people this time of day, making it easy to hide the crowd. But my backpack made it hard to weave through it. So I just had to move with the crowd and wait for an opening.
The entrance to the park was up ahead. I slipped inside and started wandering around. There were only a few people around along with a hotdog vendor.
I sprinted over and slapped money down on the cart, "One, everything on it!" I ordered. The man handed me the food like one would offer a bit of meat laced with tranquilizer to a rabid and pissed off dog. I wolfed it down, letting the man stare. He started pushing his cart away and kept looking back as if I'd jump it.
There was a Nobody Loves Me store across the street. I got to the sidewalk and got plowed into by a running man. I hit the ground and tried to stand before another trampled me and another. The streets were filled with screams and tire screeching to a halt.
"Luchador!" I heard and turned to the source. The same kind of men from last night were rushing from a vehicle and toward me. I looked down at the green shirt I was wearing.
"Fuck..."
They opened fire, making me sprint across the street and into the alley. Shots ricocheted behind me as I jumped the fence nearly plowing into others trying to escape. I slammed into a door in the wall and bolted in, spotting a staircase. I took them three at a time until I was on the roof overlooking the chaos. Innocent people were being dropped to the ground and trampled by the troops.
A group of snipers were on the ledge in front of me, firing on the building across the street. A rifle lay discarded on the ground behind them. I picked it up and fired, knocking the soldiers off the ledge before they could turn to me.
I crouched and peered into the gun's scope. There was a giant, bald man, a smaller woman decked in purple, and Viola Dewynter fighting the troops. Wait Viola? I checked again, yes, Viola Dewynter was with the Saints.
Jets screamed overhead, sending gales of wind that nearly blew me away. I shot down the ones I could. They were weak so it only took a few bullets to send them careening to the ground. Troops kept trying to land on the roof but were incinerated by either me or the Saints before they could land. This brought back many memories of my tour, of violence, death, and carnage. I never thought it would follow me back home, but that is the life of any gang member.
A bullet whizzed past my ear. I looked down to find the Saint was shooting at me, hatred in her green eyes. I backed away ducked down but didn't fire back, that would be suicide.
A jet hovered at the roof and kept firing, making the big man leap onto the jet and start banging on it like the fucking Hulk. It veered out of control, spinning up into the sky and falling toward me! I ran to the other end of the roof to avoid getting caught in the explosion behind me. I looked back and walked to the wreckage.
I knelt down and shook the man, "Come on, please don't be dead."
The giant grunted and rose to his feet, turning to me. "Who are you?"
"Serena, I'm running from these bastards too."
His eyes narrowed, "You seem too skilled for an ordinary citizen, are you a part of the Syndicate?"
"No!" I shook my head, "I used to be a soldier but I'm a doctor now."
He kept his gaze narrowed on me for a few more moments, "So you wouldn't mind if you would help me back to my headquarters, right?"
"Help? But you're a big guy…"
"But there is an army we must get through and we are not immortal, no matter our size."
"Okay," I nodded, "I know some backways to get to wherever you need to go."
He nodded with a slight smile, "Excellent."
I walked to the edge of the roof and jumped down, feeling the ground shake as he joined me. These alleys were deserted despite the anarchy. A manhole was in the ground with a black spot marking it. I lifted it with some effort and started to slip inside.
"This may not be optimal for me," the man stated.
The fact that his leg was probably bigger around than hole was made itself clear in my mind. "Sorry."
"Apology accepted, but I will manage. Please get back from the hole."
I climbed down the ladder built into the sewer wall before he brought his foot down, smashing a hole in. He climbed down the rest of the way. "Wow."
"Yes. I trust you know the way?"
"Yeah." I slipped a piece of paper out of my backpack and looked it over. It was a map of the sewers with black dots to mark entrances and exits. "Let's go," I started walking down the route toward the Syndicate's old penthouse. His footsteps behind me echoed, making the journey seem like marching to a death sentence.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Certainly," he sounded surprised but still stayed courteous.
"Can you walk ahead of me?" I asked sheepishly.
"We are underground, there is little chance of an encounter therefore a need for a human shield."
"No, I'm won't use you for one. Just," I paused awkwardly, "from the last experiences I've had with big men, being in front of them didn't end well." I stopped and leaned against the wall.
"Oh," he obliged and started walking ahead of me.
We kept walking for sometime. I finally spoke, "God, this whole attack is like the Europeans against the Indians. And were the Indians."
"This seems more the Three Kingdoms, none of these gangs are that innocent."
"Ah true, with STAG acting as the Jin."
"It is rare that I find one who is knowledgeable about such things. It is refreshing."
"Thanks, but isn't that pretty basic knowledge?"
"Not to most."
"True, most are focused on not dying in a gang fight to read the classics. I wanted to at least learn a little bit before I died."
"For what else is the point of living?"
By this time we were walking side by side. "The entrance to their building is through there," I gestured to the wall that connected the sewer to the underground garage.
He bellowed and crashed through the wall, looking around at the garage in delight, "So there is a covert to get around this city. Thank you comrade!"
"You're welcome!" I called before walking briskly away. He may have been nice, but the other Saints probably weren't.
Sharp pains stabbed through my arm and leg, making me drop to the ground. Blood trickled now from the ripped wound in my arm. How did I not notice it had opened a while ago? The bullet in the leg was new but adrenaline must've numbed it until after I did all that walking. It felt like it was piercing bone it was that deep. Now they both hurt like a bitch, but unless I could get out of here I would succumb to blood loss or at least infection. Dots started flashing across my vision, fuck now I was losing too much blood.
A pain started stinging from my abdomen. I looked down to see blood spilling from a hole in my abdomen. So that's why I was losing so much. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of tweezers, taking a deep breath before plunging them in and ripping out the bullet. My scream echoed down the tunnel. I took out the bandage and wrapped it around with shaking hands until it was tied. Exhaustion pinned me to the floor and made black seep into my vision.
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