Chapter 1
After spending half a year in Steelport, fighting the Syndicate, Pierce and his family finally had peace at last. He and Shaundi lay in bed, sleeping peacefully. But a loud crash that came from downstairs woke them up from their sleep. They immediately reached for their guns next to their nightstands.
"What was that?" Shaundi asked.
"Maybe some Syndicate still after us?" Pierce suggested.
Shaundi sighed and got out of bed, with Pierce behind her. The two Saints crept out into the hallway, and walked downstairs. They quickly noticed a broken window, with glass strewn around the floor, and a light comming from the kitchen. They ran to said kitchen and aimed their guns at a young man with eyeliner and a pizza slice in his mouth.
Shaundi grabbed him by the dog collar around his neck. "You'd better tell me what the fuck you're doing here, Matty?"
Matt Miller shrugged her off of him. "Is this how you greet the newest member of your gang, Mrs. Washington?"
"What the fuck do you mean 'newest member?'" Pierce asked.
"After my defeat in Steelport, I decided to join a Luddist group, as you may have learned. But spending even one millisecond without my precious technology was unbearable. So I did the most logical thing; I reached out to your boss. He said yes, and said I could stay with you."
The Boss was in his office in the rebuilt Purgatory, sitting infront of a laptop with a blank Microsoft Word page. His experiences with the Syndicate, the six defeated gangs of Stilwater, and Ultor would make a wonderful memoir. It would be grand, he decided, it would make Ben King's Regicide look like a children's book. But so far, the Boss hadn't even begun page one. All of a sudden, Shaundi stormed into the office, with Matt Miller behind her.
"Something you want?" the Boss asked.
"Boss," Shaundi began. "What. The. Fuck?"
He glanced at Matt then turned back to Shaundi. "You proably already know he's a Saint now?"
"Why the hell did you say he can stay at me and Pierce's house?"
The Boss shrugged. "We've got no room here in Purgatory, and I'd rather keep him close by with someone I can trust. Besides, he's harmless."
Shaundi was getting angry. "Do you remember what this punk kid did to the chopper you were flying?"
"Don't call me a punk kid, you sultry fascist," Matt said, agitated. "This punk kid is the cyber god who crashed your-"
Shaundi grabbed his ear and twisted it. "I get it."
"Then it's decided." The Boss got up, and stretched his arms. "Matt's gonna stay with you guys, and since he's still a minor, he's gonna have to go to school like the rest of the under-aged Saints."
Matt's eyes widened. "What?"
"Like I said, Matt. I want to keep a close eye on you."
The sun rose slowly over the Stilwater skyline as a white and purple Voxel drove down the streets. Inside, Callie kept her hand on the wheel while Mike glared at Matt.
"You know I got my eye on you, Miller," he said.
"I heard that exact statment for over three thousand times, Washington," he shot back. "And it gets old very quickly."
"And don't think I forgot about that little contract you put out on me back in Steelport."
Matt chuckled. "You still remember that?"
"Having dozens of hitmen come after you is hard to forget, especially when some punk kid put fifty thousand bucks for my head."
"Hey, I'll put you both in time out if you don't quit it," Callie said sternly. "Besides, we're already here."
A large purple and yellow building, the color alone hinted the involvement of the Saints in city planning. Since partnering with Ultor, the entire city has been remade in their image. Sunnyvale Gardens was once a run down apartment complex, but it now made the Saints Row district look like a dump. Better still, the price of living there hasn't gone up, meaning the underprivlaged can still live there, much to the dismay of Ultor executives.
As Callie drove her Voxel into the Saints-only parking lot, a brown haired teen saw the car and walked toward it.
"What's up guys?" Daniel Bradshaw greeted as the Saints got out. Callie's eyes widened when she lay her eyes on him. "I haven't seen you in a while. And who's the emo kid?"
"Hey!" Matt said, irritated.
"Aww, Danny!" Callie grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so fucking much!"
"I can see that." As Callie let go of him, Daniel asked, "So what happened?" As Mike explained the events in Steelport. Daniel's eyes bugged out. "Wow. I mean...wow. So this kid fought the Boss in cyberspace?"
"AND was forced to give up a high income company in return for my life," Matt grumbled.
"Tough luck, Matt," Daniel said. "Well, we'd better get to class before the Principal stars bitching."
"True dat," Mike said with a smile
Of all the classes she and Jenny could take, Nikki thought, their first period had to be gym class. It wasn't like they weren't fat or anything. Actually, she and her sister were in much better shape than the P.E. teacher, who just sat in a lawn chair and stuffed his fat face with chips, and laughed as he tormented kids with exhausting exercises. But as the twins walked into the gym, they were suprised with a familar figure. A Mexican-American man with a purple hoodie and wrestler tights and boots.
"Angel!" Jenny said, shocked.
"What are you doing here?" Nikki asked.
"That's Mister De la Muetre to you," Angel said. "And as for my being here, I'm the new P.E. teacher here."
"But couldn't you have gotten a job in Steelport?" Jenny asked.
"And didn't you get your fame back?" Nikki asked.
"This is just a hobbie of mine, and I've always wanted to spread my teachings to the younger generation." Angel gestured to the bleachers. "Now come on, it's time for you and your classmates to play with bee hives."
Jenny and Nikki looked at each other, nervous. "WHAT?"
Sex Education was a very unessecary class, Mikaela decided. She knew all she needed to know about sex. A guy wears a condom, and fucks you in a hole of his choice, or rather, Mikaela's voice. She wasn't a slut, unlike Shaundi used to be and the desceased Tanya Winters. She had a few lovers here and there. But the greatest fuck she ever got was from Michael Washington, Pierce and Shaundi's sixteen year old son. Mikaela regretted breaking up with him, and cheating behind his back. If she could take it all back, she'd do it in a millisecond. But what's done is done. Now she had to look at the future.
As she went over to her desk, the teacher came in, wearing a tight black turtleneck and leather skirt. Mikaela's eyes widened. What was she doing here, she wondered? Mikaela decided to be quiet until class was over, so she can talk with Viola in privacy.
Johnny Gat walked out of his Venom, and grabbed the bundle of flowers next to him. It was that time of year again. The day his love died. As he walked to the burial, memories flashed into his mind. It brought both peace and sadness. He lay a bouquet of flowers on the tombstone before him. A small tear rolled down his cheek and he stood up.
"I wish you could be here," he said. "I think you'd be proud of our girls."
As he walked back to his car, Gat noticed a large man on the corner of his eye. He pulled his Kobra out of his jacket and took aim.
"Is that any way to say hello?" Killbane asked, holding his hands up.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Gat asked.
"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and..." He stop and looked at him. "Are you alright?"
"Does it look like I'm alright?" Gat sighed and holstered his gun. "Look, I'm not in a good mood and I'd rather be alone for this kind of thing."
"Judging by the rather large bouquet of flowers you left there, someone you really care for must have...well, you know."
Gat turned and looked at the nearby pond. "You couldn't have been more right, Killbane. Ever heard of Aisha?"
"The R&B singer?" Killbane said excitedly. "The talented and famous Aisha? You knew her?"
"More than knew her," Gat said, trying to restrain a smile. Who would have thought a world famous wrestler be an Aisha fan? "She and I were soulmates. We would have tied the knot if it hadn't been for those fucking japanese Ronin assholes!"
"But you did get revenge, right?"
"No, got stabbed and nearly died. But the Boss cut up the bastard himself. But I got the pleasure of burying the little punk who ordered it. After we broke up the Ronin, I took a little trip to Japan, and hunted down and wasted every Akuji I could find."
Killbane's eyes widened after Gat finished. "We should proably go."
A man of african american watched a group of white clad men bring in badly damaged corpses into an enclosed room. After he transfered out of Stilwater, the man built up his resources and connections. He waited paitently, hiding in the shadows until all was ready. And now here he was; Dexter Jackson, the ultimate leader of the Ultor Corporation. Standing behind him was Cyrus Temple, the now former leader of STAG.
"Are you sure about this?" Dexter asked.
"Very sure, Mr. Jackson," Cyrus answered. "Fighting the Saints in Steelport opened my mind into a new dimension. This entire world is going to hell with the current leadership. The only ones with any sense of enlightenment is you and I. So here I am."
"I trust you managed to bring your men with you?"
Cyrus smiled darkly. "Unfortunatley, not all of the troopers agreed to our new vision. But I managed to retrieve the Daedalus."
"I see."
A large tube was lowered into to the enclosed chamber, and began pumping in a yellowish gas. Before the astonished eyes of Cyrus and Dexter, the corpses started rising. Flesh regenerate, hair grew back, and life was breathed back into them. About a dozen or so men and women were now looking around their enviorment. Dexter walked over to the glass chamber and lay a hand on it. An asian woman walked over to him and lay a hand to where he lay his.
"Where am I?" the woman asked.
"Home, Lin," Dexter replied. "You're home."