I've created another Saints Row story, this time, a sequel set after the Save Shaundi ending. I've revised the first two chapters over and over, and after I've read through a couple of other stories in the archive (BTW, Steelport Heroes and Smoke In Mirrors are amazing stories, those of you who haven't read them, I recommend you do so as they are just pure masterpieces), I've come up with this. I hope you all enjoy this, and please leave a review, I'd love some feedback.
I do not own Saints Row or any of it's characters. The only characters I do own so far are Edgar Winslow, Micah, Razor, Farid, Tommy 'The Skipper' Quiver, Han Chang, Lian Chang and Stan Timber.
Please leave a review! If I get more reviews for my other Saints Row stories, I might just drop this one and return to other ones!
Saints Row Fourever
Long after the Third Street Saints took over Stilwater for the second time, the Boss swore that none of his crew would hit the dust again.
After Carlos and Aisha, he didn't want to deal with any of it. It wasn't just to keep her gang's image strong, or that he didn't want to discourage people from signing up.
He didn't want anyone else to see him grieve for his friends ever again. He promised Johnny, Pierce, and Shaundi, that he would never let them die for the Saints.
But after finally taking Steelport for his own, he remembered how he broke this promise, and where Johnny was because of it.
He was dead. He was fucking dead.
Or at least, that's what he believed. He could not find Gat's corpse in Syndicate Tower or the Plane that he stole from the Syndicate, but when Loren and Viola told him what they did, he assumed the worst.
But far away, Johnny Gat was still alive. Alive, and fighting for his life.
He had been kidnapped and forced into a basement for months, struggling to survive off crumbs of bread and mouthfuls of tap-water. He was a shadow of the man he once was.
What kept Johnny alive were the memories of his loved ones, and what he would do when he saw Shaundi again, when he could finally tell her that he loved her.
All because of one man, one man whom he only saw once, after Loren had sent him away from Steelport so that the Saints could not save him. So the Boss couldn't save him.
But it did not matter, as the Boss eventually accepted Johnny's death, and believed the impossible had happened. Throughout the years he knew Johnny, he always thought that Johnny would be the one coming to his funeral.
In reality, Gat thought he would have died on the first day he fought against the Vice Kings; he thought that he'd recklessly get himself killed, and the Boss would always continue finding the way of cheating death, like he usually did.
Finally however, after many months, he met the man who had bought him off Philippe Loren in the basement, and if Johnny wasn't held back by metal chains, he'd show how good he felt by beating the man to death with his own vocal cords.
"Hello Johnny, do you know who I am?"
"Yeah, a pussy…." Gat began to chuckle, even in his torture he still had his usual cheeky attitude that everyone loved. "If you wanted to get me in your basement, you didn't need to drug me this much!"
Johnny laughed even more, until the man stabbed him in the stomach with a swiss-army knife, and slowly turned the cold blade in his warm bleeding flesh.
"Very cute…My name is Edgar Winslow. That's right, Winslow, the name of that Mayor you helped fuck over on the train tracks back in Stilwater years ago…But I doubt you'll remember, I wouldn't blame you if you did, my father was a fucking idiot."
"Sounds like you've got daddy issues…Can't help you with that, but I can give you the number of a good therapist…"
Edgar stabbed him in the same hole of his stomach as before, and drove the knife deeper into the gangster until he granted him a scream of pain. It was very rare that Johnny would ever scream or moan in pain.
"So what do you want with me?"
"I want you…To help me destroy the Saints. I want you to help me save my country, and most likely, this world-"
Before Edgar could finish, Johnny scoffed at his words, and shook his head in disbelief, which only infuriated Edgar even more.
"And why the fuck am I gonna help you, daddy's boy?"
"Perhaps this is a good reason…"
Edgar clicked his fingers, and within minutes, a group of what looked like army soldiers ran down the stairs, bringing with them a mother and a young son of African-American descent, whom cradled each other both in love, and fear. Edgar snickered with delight at Johnny's confusion, and a sadistic grin on his face grew even larger.
"How well do you know your friend, Pierce Washington? Do you trust him enough to have no secrets?"
"If you wanted to piss me off Edgar, you shouldn't have kidnapped a fucking family! I don't even know these bitches!"
"They are not just any family Gat...This boy here, he is...The son of Pierce Washington..."
"Bullshit! Pierce's never had a fucking son! I would have known, he would have fucking said so!"
"But he has, at least, he's never known about it...He slept with this stripper seven years ago, and left her in Stilwater when he went off to Japan to film some commercials for that 'ass tasting energy drink'..."
"You honestly expect me to believe this? You're a shit liar...If he's Pierce's son...Prove it."
"...Fucking get on with it..."
"…Hmm...If you insist..."
Edgar brought out the same small knife out of his hands, and slowly slit the woman's throat, which made Gat quickly regret his actions as he held his eyes shut, not wanting to see the innocent blood pour out onto the floor. After his bloodlust was filled, Edgar dropped the woman back onto the floor, and let the young boy hold what remained of his mother. Even after her death, the boy still depended on her as he shook her corpse over and over, and whispered her name.
He first thought she couldn't hear him, so he whispered straight into her ear, and then he thought that she was asleep, so he started jumping up and down, making as much noise as possible...Then he thought that his mother just stopped caring about him, so he punched his hand into the wall over and over until it bled, and then looked back at the woman, but she did not respond. It was only when he realised that she would never stop caring for him that he finally accepted that she was dead.
But that did not make it easier; it just gave him a reason to want to die.
"Her death, is all on you Gat...You know I will not kill you, but you will do what I say if you want this little bastard to live..."
"Touch him, and I will fucking tear your Goddamn legs off! Stay the fuck away from him Winslow!"
"I'll let him live, for now..But enough of him, please tell me Gat…" Edgar fished into the other pocket in his suit and brought out a pair of movie tickets.
He held the tickets out to Johnny like an old friend going out with another friend for the first time in decades, but the mother's corpse and the traumatised boy in the background ruined the idea for Edgar.
"Do you want to go see a movie?"