Saints Row 3 Lovers
Episode 0: Prologue
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Dear, we found her.
Our daughter?
Yes. After our everlasting years together living on the run, we are free. And now, my dearest, we can find our daughter again.
She can live with us as a family again.
Yes, you are right honey, but it begs the question, where is she located?
You may not like the sound of the answer.
Listen, I know we've shipped her away from our hometown but now that we can live our lives normally again, alongside our baby girl, I need to know, ok? Where… is… Bella?
From where we last left off, the Third Street Saints has recruited the newest players to the gang, however, there are new threats amongst them. Not only the Morningstar, but two from the enigmatic Syndicate, the Luchadores, and the Deckers.
The Morningstar, wrecked by the Saints, was now running a new operation down in Zimos' area, over by the airport, all of where the pimps and hoes are living from the district. The Morningstar in Downtown has been through enough and everything that they have fought for was for nothing; their leader has died; the DeWinter Sister… gone; no one, not even the higher ups hadn't got a single clue on how to run a business, nor considering any requirements for leadership. It was all downhill from them. Luckily the Leader of the Saints still shared a bit of sympathy and care for the female members of the Morningstar so at least there's that, the problem was that even when they were hit by, there was nothing to get them off their feet. The Saints were the outsiders, and now since they've stepped up and showed them who's boss, the Morningstar has cowered and fallen.
The Deckers, a new generation of cyberpunk kids manipulating, controlling and changing the system for their own personal gain. Now that Philipe is dead, the leader from the Deckers is named Matt Miller, for whom he's been a cheeky tyrant that ran rampant in England, and turned his operation into a bunch of lunacy for shits and giggles. A brilliant hacker with a soft heart, a kid in his teens that runs with scary monsters in which he cannot defeat, but join at their beck and call, and a guy whose ego has been bruised far too many times has been taking it out on the world.
The Luchadores, Killbane, Isabella's father. A gang of strong wrestling men has entered to Stillport to help their boss finish what he's started. His reputation, and destroying his daughter's life. No matter how much damage or backfire will cause, it will be getting the job done. Those who would oppose will be killed. Not one person seemed to back out, and why would they? Their fame and influence are pinnacle of reaching higher standards amongst themselves.
Now, the Saints' new established gang members has been assigned to provide information, including on their whereabouts, gathering intel, and the usual, killing and destroying their gang operations. It was their time, let us hope they can help, find, and make a difference… in Stillport.
In Isabella's Penthouse, the Boss was resting on the couch making a few phone calls with a smile on her face. In the background, a familiar looking woman, wearing a purple cowgirl hat, walking down the stairs out of Isabella's room, makes haste towards her beloved girlfriend.
Isabella: Yeah, yeah… You, um, you don't have to worry… I'll make sure to head down there to see what the issue is…
Bella: [sits next to her and smiles happily]
Isabella: And she has a weak- [blinks in surprise] Listen, I'll… I'll take care of it…
Bella: [blush]
Isabella: I love you too… [hung up]
Bella: So, one of your business calls?
Isabella: A child I've adopted… I'm getting slightly better at being a mother, just gotta not be such a deadbeat…
Bella: You're a wonderful mother! Don't sell yourself short!
Isabella: Don't what?
Bella: [laughs]
The Boss noticed the familiar trench coat and asked why she was wearing it again, and to her shocking surprise, Bella unraveled her outfit and giggled. "Ta-da!"
Isabella: [blushes immensely] A stripper outfit!? Bella, you-
Bella: Sexy fiend? Heheh! I know, right? It took me a while to get back in this getup and I wanna impress you somehow so look! You love it, admit it, you love seeing me half naked! [laughs]
Isabella: As much I love to grab you and throw you on my bed…
Bella: With consent of course!
Isabella: I got the Syndicate to deal with, my dad… Ugh, god, Killbane's Luchadores, my adopted children, and not to mention, real estate businesses… All of that? It's too much pressure… and-
Bella: I get it… The weight on your shoulders is pushing you, um, is pulling you down and it's like you can barely lift yourself up…
Isabella: [surprised] Have you been talking to Shaundi recently?
Bella: [kiss her cheek] Go do your duties as the Leader of the Saints! I'll be here! [stood up] Waiting…
Isabella returned by stroking her girlfriend's cheek as she heads out to the elevator, heading to the garage to grab her motorcycle, and took off in Ashwood. At the penthouse, Bella occupied herself of having all this free time to make some use out of it. Sure, it was lonely and not much else to do without cracking open a few eggs, accidentally breaking anything in the Boss's home for instance, so the first thing she did was to go into her girlfriend's room… trying out some clothes for a little fashion show.
Within Isabella's wardrobe, it wasn't really all that surprising to see, most of her clothing was all black with just a speck of color platter on it. However this didn't stop her, no, it was meant for her to have some fun until Isabella's return back home. First was a leather bomber jacket in tight ripped black jeans with some work boots. She whiplashed her hair, looking in the stand-up mirror to try out her stylish looks, and casual flicks of her cute winks to pull off a slick tomboyish appearance. Second she wore a white business suit with white leggings, black fingerless gloves and black loafers. Bella giggles to herself for looking at this outfit and thought, "Maybe real estate? But there's gotta be more to this than that, right?" And lastly, an all black leather jacket, black jeans with no rips anywhere, black fingerless gloves and high buckled black boots. Bella thought that maybe she could wear black eyeliner but knowing her that she could fuck up her own mascara.
After the whole fashion show, going back into her casual look around the house, a dark red velvet T-shirt with black sweatpants, she headed towards the kitchen and sees a remote on the counter. When pressing a single button, Bella was immediately spooked by the surround sound blasting in the Boss's whole penthouse. Recovering from the shock to her heart, she uses the remote to turn it down and, yes, started dancing, starting to get in the mood while using the remote as a microphone. Bella didn't really know what was happening but it didn't matter. Having fun is what's important.
Several minutes has passed and the penthouse was trashed, well, not entirely, as Bella rested her back on the couch and panted heavily. She chuckled weakly but it made her happy, until she saw a notification on her phone telling her that there was two people outside the penthouse by the door. A security feed that Isabella installed for Bella whenever she needs to protect herself, or call the Saints for backup as protection. During this interaction, Bella watched these two enter the building and saw the static on her phone. She panicked as she ran around the room to grab something that looks like a weapon, and hid.
Ding! The elevator door opened and it entered the same people. One was a female in a ginger hair that goes to her lower neck, green emerald irises, dressed in a black bodysuit which was her trademark uniform from whatever she came, and a lab coat to mostly cover the bodysuit. And the other was a man with black stylish sunglasses with a black fedora. Dirty blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail as his outfit was an all black and white business suit. He was giving the commands to the female to search around the area for the missing girl, while he pulled out his phone to scan for any possible hidden cameras.
Bella couldn't take the suspense anymore and jumped out from Isabella's room with a baseball bat.
Bella: Get out of here!
?: [looks at her] Dear, we've found her.
?: Oh, my baby's all grown up…
Bella: [walk down the stairs slowly] Leave, or I'll call the Saints…
They've noticed Bella's body was trembling in fear, afraid that she might not handle what's to come next.
Bella: I… mean what I said…
?: We heard you sweetie, but we're not leaving without you.
Bella: Why? So you can hurt me? Is that it? Hurt me a-an-and send a message?!
?: We are your parents, honey.
?: We'll explain everything, but drop the weapon.
Bella: What… Wha, parents? My parents shipped me off and never returned!
?: And look at us, we've came back to ensure our safety and did our job to find you.
?: Now, listen to your mother, and drop the weapon.
Hesitant on what to do in this situation, Bella dropped the bat on the ground, and slowly backed away. The mother of Bella gets close to her, slowly, and hugs her.
Meanwhile, at Technically Legal, Isabella patted a girl's back and asked how she was feeling about the adoption. She nodded quickly and said she was happy, and never had to feel alone again. The Boss kissed the girl's head before receiving a phone call.
Isabella: Ugh, really? Now's not the best time…
?: Go, you should take it… I'll handle the girl…
Isabella: Tanya, I know you haven't seen much of me lately but I want-
Tanya: You're busy, which I need to get it through my head… I mean, I'm getting a job soon so I might understand what you're saying… Mom, take the call, and I'll deal with Lelia, ok?
Tanya stood up, hugged her mother and walked away.
Isabella: [scoff] All of this in a strip club is one thing, but managing to keep a conversation going about something this awkward is another… [answers the call]
Bella: Isabella, um, hey…
Isabella: Everything ok?
Bella: Can you… come back to the house? I'm, uh, a little nervous…
Isabella: Nervous about what?
From the penthouse, the man took the phone out of his daughter's hand and started to speak. "Just be ready to get here." Isabella jumped out of her chair and bolted to the doors.
Isabella: Who the hell is this and why do you have her phone? If you hurt her-
?: Be ready to make your way over, or I will be taking our daughter back to us.
The call cut off, and Isabella wasted no time than to get on her bike as she uses nitrous to boost off!
Bella: So, you're my mom… and that's… my dad… But I never heard or seen you before…
?: Ok, you may have a lot of questions about us so let's start off with the introductions, all right? My name is Ruby VanGong, and this is my husband, your father, John "Slick" VanGong.
Bella: [giggles] Slick? Why were you called that?
Slick: …My hair and my appearance.
Ruby: Bella, sweetie, we can be a family again, and you can be in an actual home… [holds her hand] Hey, I know you've been through a rough patch over the course of these past years, and now that these… Saints? They took you in their clubhouse to use you, and when they think you are not useful, they'll throw you out…
Bella: You're wrong… They've been nice enough to let me in…
Ruby: And they'll be nice enough to throw you out with a choice of your own free will, but not until we got anything to say about it.
Bella: Huh?
Slick: Either continue living your life with the Saints and experience all of their dangerous adventures and activities they will rope you in for a joyride, or take our option, come live with your parents again and experience a lifetime away from this gang violence and live happily with us. Safe from this chaotic world where no one will ever harm you.
Outside of the penthouse, Isabella got off her bike and called up Shaundi to round up every Saint she can find to get backup, as she walks to her home with a pistol in hand.
Bella: I'm just curious about one thing, and I'm sorry if this is off topic…
Ruby: Oh no by all means, what is it?
Bella: You have orange hair?
Ruby: Eh, more amber than orange really.
Bella: And you have dirty blonde…
Slick: [snort]
Bella: But look at my hair, you see? It's all natural blonde…
Ruby: [sigh] I figured it would come down to this. All right, here goes. [clears throat] Bella, you have my blonde hair, but I changed it to hide myself from the threat who kept chasing after us.
Bella: And I'm just supposed to believe you?
Slick: We're family.
Bella: [looks away] Saying that will not make me change the way I feel about you… You guys left me, you didn't stick around, you shipped me off-
Ruby: With good reason!
Bella: Liar!
Bella got up from the couch and walked off for a couple of steps. The parents watched her carefully and closely, seeing the tears rising up from her eyes as the daughter was about to have a breakdown.
Bella: Explain this reason!
Slick: Not until you sit down.
Bella: No I will not sit down unless you tell me why you left me! Because this is all sounding like a load of lies!
Ruby: [sighs] Your father and I have been running for a long time, and we needed a solution to draw these people away from the VanGong.
From below the floor, the elevator dinged as Isabella walked slowly around her penthouse, before noticing the stairs that was leading up to another elevator upstairs, but she knew where it would lead; into the basement. Checking from every corner to not see any men around, she got in and gets a text message from Shaundi, notifying her that the Saints are ready to make a move. The Boss texted back after she presses the button up that will lead her to her basement elevator.
Slick: You are the biggest impact on the entire world. All of our DNA, Ruby and I birthed you, for that meaning, your blood was special, therefore it meant that that's the case of us for being a target, we had no choice but to give you away to draw these people away. You may not understand, and why would you?
Ruby: We've spent years on the run and now that we are no longer trapped by them, we rid them of our torment.
Slick: "Two of the most violated criminals roaming around like jaguars is unpredictable and unacceptable. I will be the one who will expose you to the entire world." That is what she said, but get this through your thick head, Bella, because you are their target, and the biggest target.
Bella: [widen eyes] !
Slick: I am a scientist and a detective, our worst mistake we have ever done was to use your blood to make the same dangerous people go after you, and what did you notice then?
Bella: I… You… What…?
Ruby: No one in the last six years has been after you since then.
Slick: All this crap we had to go through to keep on hiding, it was hard not to pass judgement onto something that the both of us may never forget and forgive. Ruby?
Ruby: [nod] Sweetie, do not take this the wrong way, but we insert a chip through your brain to make you a brilliant and an excellent genius.
Bella: [gasp] A potato chip!?
Slick: [glum] Not that kind of chip you idiot.
Ruby: A chip like you see in one of those favorite cartoon shows you loved as a kid, you know, robots with inserted chips to make them more, um, enhanced. Anyways, usually I thought you would find us with the knowledge intellect through your brain, but apparently, you didn't know that, until now. But with all that's taken care of, Bella, you had a long bumpy road to Stillwater; then somebody uses you to have you shipped to Stillport! Every pimp, every hoe, every policemen, every guardsmen, you name it, they are all sent to come kill you.
Bella sat back down, and covers her face. In the background, Isabella inches closer after hearing the entire story, having her gun ready on standby as she pulled her phone to call the girls in.
Bella: [trembling] I…
Slick: We will keep this chip within you, surely, to know whenever you need to fight back, however, now that we're here, we can protect you from that.
All three of them heard a click, Slick and Ruby was alerted. Both of them saw a woman with a pistol walking up to them.
Isabella: Sorry you sons of bitches, but you aren't leaving here with Bella without my approval… [presses the button on her phone] Now, are you ready to leave, or do we have to wait until my crew arrives?
Bella: [gasp] Isabella!
Slick: [snort]
Ruby: It's too late for you, Saint. We are leaving with our daughter, no negotiations… [grabs gun by her holster]
Isabella: Really?
The sounds of helicopters and vehicles pulling up outside of the penthouse were heard…
Isabella: Because it looks to me like you're surrounded with no exit… So, let me paraphrase my previous question, and be careful as to what I'm about to say… [cocks gun] You aren't leaving here without my approval. Are you ready to leave out through the elevator, or do I have to give you the special door of sending you to the afterlife?
Bella: …Isabella?
To Be Continued…