Hey guys, my Saints Row game bugged out and I had to delete it so haven't had much inspiration. I'm taking submissions still so please send them in. Hope you enjoy this chapter :3

I stumbled out of the truck and into Angel's gym. Angel turned when I got into the main floor. His eyes widened when he saw me, "What the hell happened?"

"She's dead," I mumbled and sat down on the mats. My mind and body were completely numb. I knew that would end soon, that'd I scream or cry or destroy something, so I would enjoy this while I could.

"Who's dead?" He laid his hand on my shoulder and shook me.

"Darcy," I whispered.

He sat down next to me, "I'm sorry." He didn't even know her but he still felt bad.

"Thank you. If I start screaming in a second, don't freak out."

He chuckled a bit, "I won't."

"Can I ask you something?"

He perked up, "Yeah?"

"How did you know Killbane had kidnapped me? I didn't think anyone outside of the Syndicate knew."

He sighed and pulled out his phone. He flipped through it for a second before giving it to me. There was a picture of me, my head in a man's lap with his dick in my mouth. A picture of me blowing Killbane under his desk. Bile rose to my throat. "Son of a bitch," I hissed. The grief I had for Darcy fled to the back of my mind.

"There was only that and 'I win'."

"This is all a game to him," I rose to my feet and faced him, "and I'm a prize he can win."

Angel got up and put his hands on my shoulders, "You aren't. You're a woman who can decide who she wants to be with and who didn't deserve this."

"Damn right I am." I stooped for my bag and reached inside, pulling out my laptop. I sat down and opened the surveillance program we'd patched STAG into.

"By the way, when were you going to tell me that you were a gang leader?", he asked, "People are more likely to hunt you down without a mask."

I kept combing through the different feeds. "Phillipe Loren didn't need a mask. And it didn't seem important at the time."

"It'll seem important once-"

A screen popped up, a webcam of a ginger-haired woman, "Serena Miller, leader of the most secretive gang in Steelport, The Runners? I've never heard of you before, not many have, so it was tough getting a lock on you."

"Once someone finds you."

I nodded at the woman, "If you haven't heard of me I've been doing my job. And who are you?" She had on a FBI sweatshirt so she must be an agent. Matt used to tell me about this girl he would pick on online, Agent Kinzie Kensington.

"I'm a representative of the Saints and this information would be useful. Do you mind sharing notes?"

I tapped on the keyboard trying to get rid of her. "I do mind, actually."

Angel moved the laptop so he was in view of the camera. "Ease up, she's with me."

Her eyes widened, "Angel?" She shook off her shock, "Okay okay, but we really need this and you know it. The faster we can take down STAG, the faster we can take down Killbane."

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.

I spoke up for him, "Okay, we can share. But don't go spreading my identity around."

"I don't really need to, you do that enough. I'd consider getting a full face mask if you want to do the whole parkour ninja thing."

I could feel Angel smirking. "Thanks for the advice, Agent Kensington."

She glared at me, "And you're Matt Miller's sister, great."

"He's more of a prick than me."

She growled and closed her window.

I looked to Angel, "Well she seems lovely."

"She's not that bad. She's the reason the Saints found me."

I logged out of my laptop and set it down, letting my head fall into my hands. The numbness was gone.

He shook my shoulder, "You want to go snipe Luchadores?"

"Sure." I stood up and followed. We went up the stairs and to the bar on the second story. The splintered counter scratched me as I shimmed between it and the wall. Angel hopped over the counter and reached under it, pulling out two black boxes. We went through the door in it and climbed the old staircase to the roof.

Angel opened the boxes and pulled out parts to two sniper rifles. I started putting mine together: connecting the barrel to the butt, attaching the scope, and putting the silencer on the mouth. I perched behind the edge of the roof and looked out. A squad was hanging out at the gas station. I aimed for the gas tank behind one of them and fired. A plume of fire erupted and spread to the cars, making them explode and vaporize the Luchadors.

Another car came flying to the scene. Angel sniped the driver and let him crash into the wreckage. I took out the few STAG soldiers nearby.

"Knew this would make you feel better," Angel said.

I sighed as I took out another truck coming, "I don't really feel it though."

"You're smiling."

I touched my lips to feel them split into a grin, "I guess if I do the killing it's easier."

He got a VTOL that screamed over us, sending it crashing to the ground. "Whatever helps, I guess."

When we finished, we disassembled the rifles and and went back inside. Angel walked beside me, letting his hand go to the small of my back. It would've made me smile on any other day, but it still felt good. We reached the front desk and I sat down on it, dropping my head into my hands. Tears started dripping down my arms and to the floor.

Angel put his hand on my head, "Serena?"

A sob escaped as I tried to talk and turned into a torrent of cries. My friend was gone and there was nothing I could do.

He asked again sadly, "Serena?"

If we had kept out of sight, attacked from the shadows like we always did, this wouldn't have happened. But no, we had to have bravado and act like the Saints. Darcy is dead because of that.

Angel leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Please don't cry," he whispered as he burrowed his face into my hair. I lifted my hands away from my face and looked up, catching his lips with mine. He pulled me up and pressed me to him. I put my hands to his face and pulled him closer, letting what felt like Heaven wrap it's arms around me.

I heard the door thump open. We turned to see Matt standing in the doorway. "Sis?!"

Family reunion, yay! Hope you enjoyed and please leave a review!