What is happening, guys? Yes, this is the third new and improved instalment of the Guns & Roses series. Thanks a lot to everyone who's supported the original G&R and its sequel, Chaos & Bloodshed. If it wasn't for all the reviews, views, follows and faves, this wouldn't have happened. And a massive shout out to my Saints Row family over at Third Street Authors.

So, I can finally present this story to you, I dearly hope you guys Enjoy Reading! ;)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any character from the Saints Row series. Except for my own, and I own a lot. And what a better way to start this, but with a flashback into the present. Inception? I think so.

DISCLAIMER II: And I just realised that since Nathan is voiced by Troy Baker, it makes imagining how he sounds while saying his dialogue even more pleasing.

Chapter One: As Saints, We Rise

Amber hesitantly backed away from the edge of the destroyed building, cuts on her face and the cold sheen in her eyes representing the battle she fought. And the battle she won with the Saints. Fires blazed, sparks flew and shells decorated the floor, droplets of gold and silver. She let out a sharp breath, before combing her hair from her face.

An ex-Ultor figure was barely conscious on the floor with another hugging her for dear life, tears running down her face. Most of the Saints were on scouting duty, searching for every orange-wearing prick and evacuating everyone else to safe points across the city, but even with this war done there was still work to be done. Especially after Kilbane almost dropped a nuke on this place. As always. Canada was still clutching at the bullet wound in her arm but the injury didn't stop her from walking up beside Amber, her teeth barred and eyes slightly cloudy. "It's over. We... We did it. We won..."

"Yeah..." Amber replied, glancing over at Canada before returning her sight to the burning horizon, nothing but scraped, abandoned metal, silent streets and dilapidated structures to taint the scenery. "We did...we saved Steelport."

"Huh... Who would've guessed..."

"... I know, right?"

"And Ultor's done..."

"Cheer up, Leigh," came Nathan's voice and she couldn't help the smirk of her face as he walked up to her left side, arms crossed over his chest. Like everyone else, his skin expressed his battle, with dirt, blood and sweat everywhere. "We'll fix this. We always do."

We weren't someone you'd want to talk with or talk to, or someone you'd share your lunch with. We were guys with blood dripping somewhere in our timeline, with scars that slashed across a certain day, month and year. With a history that always twisted one way or another. None of us can try and claim we're perfect, because we're not.

But I knew from the moment I saw purple, we weren't gonna be some international gang/superstars.

We were gonna be more than that. We were a family diverse in more ways that anyone could possibly imagine. We laugh together, we die together, we kill together.

We survive together.

As saints, we rise from the ashes.