This might get a bit gory, but I'll try to do my best to keep it, uh, as pleasant as possible. Also I apologize for some cursing involved but it isn't going to be INSANELY awful.
Note: I haven't played or watched a playthrough of the first Saints Row game. Therefore, this is completely fictional and not anything related to the events in the game. You can't even be a female character in SR1, so it doesn't matter.
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Johnny kicked the door in of the abandoned building that he was told to go to, but he found that someone had gotten there first. And it wasn't a Saint.
A teenage girl was beating the hell out of these thugs that Johnny was sent to take care of. He paused for a moment, in the doorway, watching her. They were yelling obscenities at her, through their bloody mouths and broken limbs, but then everyone stopped what they were doing when they realized that someone had broken the door down.
The other gang members scrambled to get at their guns, seeing Gat, and the girl didn't entirely know what to do. She stood there for a moment, seeing what he would do. Because she'd take him down too, if she needed to, but she was mostly being distracted by how attractive he was to her.
Bullets started flying, and she wasn't phased at all. At one point, the guy nearest to her (who was still on the floor from being kicked in the nads) got his hand on his gun and tried to point it at her. She stomped on his elbow in response with her heavy boots and he screamed.
But then she gasped and clutched her lower stomach. By then Johnny had shot all of the remaining thugs in the head, and stared at her for a moment to see what was wrong.
She pulled her hand away slowly, looking down at herself. She'd been shot.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, walking towards her, his gun still out, but at his side.
"I've never been shot before," she said with alarming calmness, although her face was paling and she seemed to be shivering a little. She looked up at him, her bright turquoise eyes wide. The shock seemed to be wearing away and she realized her situation.
Johnny sighed gruffly, putting his gun away. "Come on." He offered to help steady her to get her out of the building (and most importantly, away from the dead gang members), but she swatted him away.
"I'm fine," she said, taking a step, but she faltered. She gladly took his arm around her then.
They didn't even make it to the door before she nearly passed out. She was doing pretty well for someone who'd never been shot before, but the bullet was deep in her gut and the blood loss was getting to her. Johnny scooped her up in his arms and took her away.
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Originally the picture is about Kira's drug abuse as a teenager and the idea of the Saints saving her from her past life but this also works. Honestly I'm more comfortable with writing about violence than drug abuse, so uh...yeah. |
