Okay guys, here's my first fanfiction ever on this site! I am doing a Saints Row 2 Mboss x Carlos kinda thing. On behalf of there not being ANY on here. So yep, enjoy!

ps: This is kinda different from the actual scene, I KNOW that.. It wouldn't be a fanfiction if there wasn't any tweeks in it.

PAIRINGS: Boss x Carlos

Rating: M (For Language and mature content.)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Carlos (Wish I did.) Or saints row for that matter. However, Santiago is purely my character... Well, my designed Saints row character.

Chapter 1

The rain beated down a heavy layer of grey water. The sky was a pastey grey blue, breaking apart at the seams. Like fabrics being stretched and pulled.

This was not supposed to happen..

The truck had been smashed when it collided into the surface of a tattoo shop. The brotherhood vehicle had been steaming the front smashed and out of place. Attached to the bumper was the large heavy duty linked chain. On the other end of the chain, face down on the blacktop, trembled Carlos. It was horrific the way the youth's muffled wail coated the chilled air. The driver had staggered out of the passenger seat, he had to claw out of the seatbelt to falter away. The brotherhood member stumbled four steps when a bullet pierced his skull. The body dropped with a lifeless thud on the pavement. The sound was vindicating, but not good enough for the gun wielder.

Santiago scowled in the direction of the body. His chocolate brown eyes travled towards the pain laced groan from Carlos' mangled body. The male darted forward, heavy footfalls mixing with the lithe pat of the sheet of rain.

The male fell to his knees, the shockwave of pain confermed the weight of the fall but that was the least of Santiago's worries. With absolute care, the male turned the teen over onto his back, the sound of flesh peeling from the street and a strangled cry forced Santiago to look away. Skin was stretched in places that shouldn't be strentched in, scraping and bleeding immensely, swollen lips quivered as another choked sob bubbled in Carlos' throat.

"Carlos..." Santiago fumbled for his cellular device, calling Johnny on speed dial. He cradled the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he grabbed the teen's wrists. He lifted the teen to drag him away from the scene but the sharp shriek confermed his horrid assumption that Carlos was still chained by the ankle.

"J-Johnny.." Santiago mannage to force the words out, dropping Carlos' arms gently back onto the floor.

"Boss?"

"Get over here! Carlos is injured we're near the tattoo shop, NOW.." Johnny didn't have to answer, he hung up. Knowing Gatt, he'd be there in two heartbeats. He was ceartian of this.

Santiago charged at the bumper of the truck, slamming his black steeltoed boot against the metal surface of the bumper, hard enough to make the whole vehicle shook. After four frantic stomps, Santiago fell against the bumper with a gasp. He had to recollect his thoughts. Carlos..

"Carlos.." It was his whimper that brought Santiago back over to his side again. There was an effort being exerted when Carlos' arm peeled off the pavement and raised up shakily. Santiago met the other halfway, gently grasping the trembling hand. "Hold on.."

Carlos was so very young with so much potential and light in those innocent eyes. That light was fading as was the grip on his hand. He didn't deserve this. The putrid hate was resinating in Santiago, burning like a fatal poison. There was no way of dancing around it..

They're gunna pay..

The screech of a vehicle whipped Santiago's head up as the flashes of red cut through the rain touched air. Gatt had brought an abulance, that clever fucker.. Johnny slid out of the purple vehicle that screeched next to the abulance. The medics were clouding around Carlos.

"You okay, boss?" Johnny had knelt down. Santiago swallowed the heavy lump in his throat, seeing this, Johnny squeezed his lean shoulder with a strong hand. "I got this.."

His arm raised with the gun in hand, shooting the chain that viced around Carlos he helped the medics scrape Carlos up and onto the stretcher.

Santiago couldn't move...

What they did to Carlos... Would he ever be the same again? That if was pretty big considering the other if that choked it.. The if being Carlos survived. He had only hope to cling to, hope and guilt. He should've been there to protect little Carlos.

Santiago finally willed his legs to move. He numbly followed the stretcher. A paramedic had looked over his shoulder to frown at Santiago.

"I'm sorry, sir.. But you ca-" The clicking of the gun being cocked and aimed at his forehead made the man swallow his words in cold sweat.

"I can't what?" Santiago obviously was in no mood to be fucked with. He wanted to at least be near Carlos right now. In the slight hopes that being in the teen's sights would do something positive.

"Right this way sir..."

Santiago hoisted himself up onto the opening of the ambulance, Johnny's shuffling walk made Santiago turn to face him.

"I know, meet you at the hospital.." Johnny gave a weak grin, it was a failed attempt to sooth his boss' nerves maybe even make him smile. It did not work however.

"See you there.." Was all Santiago drew out as the doors slid closed. The man backed into the seat across from Carlos. The medics had hooked him up on an I.V and a breather. His eyes were closed and sunken in. Santiago held the stare, cradling it in a hopeless attempt. He found himself praying to a God he never believed in.

Sorry about this part being so short guys. I just wanted to set a scene. Make sure to review, how am I supposed to continue if I don't know the story is liked or hated yet. xD Just give me feedback and tune in for the next part!

- notafetish