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Free Falling	By : CertainUncertainty Category: +S through Z > Saints Row Views: 1634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Are you absolutely sure about this, Denitra?" Vanessa tried to keep her eyes on the road as she drove away from Wesley Cutter International Airport, in the black Neuron that she'd rented. "Of all the colleges here in America, you choose one so close to home."
Denitra bit the inside of her lip, choosing her words with care. "Mama, we've discussed this a thousand times. It's what I want to do. Besides, you said you didn't want me too far from home in case there was an emergency. This is compromise. Steelport is only an hour away from Stilwater." She ran a hand through her hair and looked out the window.
Vanessa bit her lip and sighed. "I know. I know. It's just, after what happened at Stilwater University with Layla-"
"Mama, no." She put her hands over her ears. She knew it was childish, but she did it to keep from crying. Layla's death was still a fresh wound in her heart, even though it had been years since it happened. "Do not bring that up if you want me to come home for any holiday this semester."
Vanessa flinched visibly but heeded her only child's warning. It had taken a year for Denitra to even come out of her room, two to convince her to go to another school. Although the Stilwater University Massacre had made national news and got donations that totaled over a million dollars, most of the money went to the families of the students and teachers who'd been killed in the gang war. There was barely enough left to repair the damage done to the building itself, much less help hire new teachers who made demands to be paid more. It didn't take long for the school to only offer online classes. It now faced being shut down for good. Denitra had been content with taking her classes online but she'd been forced to transfer to the nearest college, University at Steelport. Unfortunately, med students were required to attend their classes on campus beyond the second year.
Today, Vanessa was taking Denitra shopping for things to fill her dorm room. "At least you're allowing me to take you shopping. It's been a while since we had time like this together."
Denitra tried not to smile. "Mama..."
Vanessa smiled brightly. "Think about it. This is the first time, ever, that you'll be away from me and your dad. It's like you're moving out."
"I kinda am." She shrugged shyly. "It had to happen at some point."
"I know," Vanessa whined, "But now? This gang issue is getting worse by the day. For instance, a couple of weeks ago a plane crashed here. People were killed by cars that fell out of it."
Denitra looked at her. "Um, and that has what to do with gangs?"
"They were all gang cars. Filled with random things like guns and drugs."
Denitra nodded, checking the time on the car's radio. "Okay, Mama. If you say so."
"What? I'm telling the truth."
"I know, Mama."
"Denitra."
"Yes, ma'am?"
She pouted. "I'm serious. It's probably more dangerous here than back at home."
Denitra scoffed and shook her head. "What's the worst that could happen here?"
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Denitra pressed herself up against her door, facing the stranger that now drove the car. "Oh. My. God." She squeaked.
He spared her a sideways glance, freezing her in the seat. His eyes were a vibrant sapphire blue, set in a face that was both intimidating and charming framed by matte black hair that reached his shoulders. She didn't know whether to scream or say hi. "Oh. Hi, there." He nodded in her direction, showcasing his angular jawline and the slight dimple in his chin. "Well, I'm Jamien and I'll be your new driver today." He suddenly slammed on the brake, cut the steering, and power slid the car around a corner. The sudden, violent change in direction snapped Denitra out of her stupor, bringing her attention to the sirens and bullets that followed them diligently.
"P-please. Let me out." She pressed herself against her seat in the proper position, holding onto the seat belt and praying she wouldn't die today.
The man looked at her, amused. "Aw, but you seem to be having so much fun."
She wished he wouldn't smirk like that. It drew attention to his lips... She slid into the door with enough force to hurt her head as he drifted around another corner. "Ouch!"
"Sorry. I'm trying to shake them." He muttered.
"Can you let me out?" She tried again.
"Uh, no." He shook his head slightly.
"Why the hell not?"
"I need you."
She blinked several times. "What do you need me for?"
"Hostage."
Her jaw dropped. "What?"
"You'll be my ticket out if I can't shake them."
"And what makes you think I'll stay in the car?"
"Would you rather risk those big ass tires make a meat puddle out of you?" He jerked his head in the direction of his pursuers.
She looked back at the tan armored tanks. The tires on them would fit a diesel truck. "Oh..." The sound of bullets pounding the car intensified, prompting her to try again. "Please, let me out."
"Since you asked so nicely...no." He gave her a dazzling smile. Her mouth went dry. She looked away, cleared her throat, and glared at him.
"If you don't let me out, I'll grab the steering wheel and make us crash."
He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand over his heart, as he weaved in and out of on coming traffic. "You'll kill me!"
She folded her arms. "Ask me if I care."
"Do you care?"
"Why in the hell would I? I don't know you!"
He nodded. "Point taken. You'll kill yourself, then."
"If I stay in this car with you, I'll be killed anyway." She countered.
"Another good point." He leaned back in the seat, one arm on the center armrest, teasing his chin.
"So, let me out. I have to back to my mama. Or even just slow down enough for me to jump out without them running me over. Please."
He looked back and forth between the road and the rear view mirror, considering her plea. He looked at and she knew he would say no. The look in his eyes softened and he mumbled. "Eh. Okay, okay." He swerved the car onto the sidewalk, plowing through the pedestrians.
"CAN YOU WATCH WHERE THE HELL YOU'RE GOING?" Denitra screeched as bodies thudded and bounced off of the hood and windshield, cracking it.
Jamien scoffed. "Oh, they'll be fine. They always get back up." He looked in the rear view mirror and cringed. "Oh. Well, except for those...few. And those people, too. That had to hurt. Just a little."
Denitra stared at him, shocked at his violent disregard for human life. "You. Monster." She yanked on the door handle and the door swung open. "Slow down!"
As soon as her foot touched the ground, a N-Forcer rammed into the back of the car, shooting it forward. Denitra cowered back into the car, against the stranger's arm. He pushed the gas hard, the force slamming her door shut. "Put on your seat belt." He commanded and she obeyed. The back windshield shattered as bullets pelted the car, and Denitra screamed. "Son of a bitch!" He reached over and grabbed the back of Denitra's head and forced it down between her knees. "Stay like that until I tell you otherwise and you might make it through this."
Denitra began to pray that she'd live to see tomorrow. She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to the noises. Gunfire. The engine revving and the tires sliding across pavement. Her heart beat pounding in her chest. The car came to an abrupt halt and a cool summer breeze blew through the car.
"Come on."
She looked up to see him standing outside of the car, leaning in with a hand held out for her. She glanced at his hand then followed his arm up to his face. Even with the faint scars, he was very attractive. "W-what? No." She frowned, talking more to herself than him. She looked into his eyes, trying not to focus on the startling color. "No, I'm gonna-" Bullets sprayed her side of the car and she screamed out in pain. She grabbed her shoulder and looked at her hand, covered in blood. "Oh, my God."
"I don't think they have high regards for your safety." He shouted over sound of gunfire. He grabbed her bloody hand and yanked her out of his side of the car. She stumbled behind him, struggling to keep up with his long strides, as he led her to the building's front door. She looked up. A skyscraper. She hated skyscrapers. He pushed the elevator button and looked at her, then flashed a mega-watt smile. "Going up?"
"What the hell is their problem? I'm an innocent by-stander. They should watch where the hell they're shooting!" She yelled as he gently pushed her onto the elevator.
He hit another button and shrug, giving her a smile that oozed sex appeal. "Well, you know. When you're a Saint, there will always be sinners out to get you."
A chill ran down her spine as she focused on how white his teeth were. She looked down at her feet. "S-saint? As in the 3rd Street Saints from Stilwater?" He nodded, hair dancing with the movement. "What the hell are you doing out here?"
He put a toothpick in his mouth, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans. "Ah, I like to call it..." He searched for the words as the elevator doors opened. "Business venturing." He gestured for her to go ahead.
She stepped off of the elevator and turned, expecting him to follow, but instead he hit another button. "Where am I and where are you going?"
"Got business to take care of. Stay on this level no matter what. I'll be right back, sweetheart." He winked and disappeared behind metal doors.
The silence that followed was unsettling. She looked around and got the impression she was in a basement, which was confusing because she knew she was in a high rise apartment building and had gone up in the elevator. The cement walls looked impenetrable. Cages with guns and ammunition was everywhere. And just ten minutes ago, she was with her mom, on their way to go shopping. Ten minutes ago, the world was as it should be. Nine minutes ago, she was thrust into the bowels of hell.
"Damn him!" She shouted and kicked a box, which clinked as if it had metal in it. She jumped, afraid she'd inadvertently set off a chain of explosions. She could imagine his charming smile turn deadly. She had to admit he had a killer smile. She hugged herself and sat down on an overturned empty crate. His smile was haunting her. Or was it his eyes? She had seen tons of people with blue eyes, but no one with the shade that he had. Thinking of his eyes made her tingle. He was attractive, but he was also a Saint. It didn't matter if he was the sexiest man alive, she hated him. The Saints were the ones to initiate the gun fight with the Sons of Samedi. And it was a Saint who used Layla as a human shield...
Hot tears filled her eyes and she quickly brushed them away. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't let him get to her, get underneath her skin. Layla would want her to be strong, to give them hell. And she would do that, for Layla. For herself.
The building shook hard, throwing her off of her crate and onto the floor. "What the hell?" She had difficulty standing; the tremors didn't stop. Using the wall as a crutch, she listened. Constant gunfire and explosions. She'd watched a World War II film once back in school. She imagined it sounded very close to this. Another explosion shook the building and threw her onto the floor. This time she choose to stay there. She sat with her back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest. Five minutes later, she was about ready to take her chances and run for it. The tremors were like earthquakes now and it sounded like the fight was right below her. 'Stay on this level no matter what.' Fuck that. She hit the button for the elevator but it was being held on another floor. She looked around and saw stairs leading upstairs. She'd take her chances. Once she reached the top, she saw Saints members running down stairs that led up to another level, guns of all sorts in their hands. "Wha-"
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder as she felt someone lean against her back and put their lips to her ear. "I thought I told you to stay downstairs, hm?"
She whirled around to face him, Jamien. "But I heard explosions and-"
He rolled his eyes and pushed her aside, into another man's arms. "Pierce, watch this one, will you?"
The man looked at her. He could have passed as Layla's older brother. "Um, okay?"
"And who the fuck is that?" A Latina girl frowned, narrowing her dark brown eyes. "Now isn't really the time to bring back stray ass."
Jamien gave her a strained smile. She watched as his normally bright sapphire blue eyes lost their shine, turning into lifeless blue orbs. It was so unnerving that Denitra had to look away. "Remember, you wanted a maid."
He brushed past her, leaving them to follow him. "Maid?" Shaundi mouthed, confused. Outside, military jets, VTOLs, circled the penthouse like vultures over dying prey. A sense of dread washed over Denitra and she stopped walking.
"Keep it moving, baby." Pierce gave her a push, making sure he kept her near Jamien. Denitra watched a bigger, bulkier jet descended to land on the helipad that hung off of the side of the penthouse. The cargo door dropped open and a tall man stepped off, clearly the commander of the STAGs.
"Surrender, kid. We got the perimeter." He even sounded military, Denitra thought. How cliche.
The Latina girl pushed a man forward and put the deadly end of her pistol to the back of his head. "Yeah, but we got your poster boy."
Pierce's arm wrapped around Denitra, anchoring her against his body by her shoulders. "And a civilian."
Jamien looked at said "poster boy" then Denitra. Heat crept up to her cheeks as his eyes lingered on her, back to their original startling blue. If she didn't know better, she'd say she was developing an obsession with the man's eyes. He turned his attention to the man in front of him. "I want STAG out of my city."
"Not gonna happen." He locked his hands behind his back, sticking his chest and chin arrogantly. The man had to have marinated in bad vibes, because that's all that radiated off of him. It made Denitra uneasy. "STAG's mission is to eradicate the gangs in Steelport. But, where to focus the firepower is my call. Release Birk, and we'll hammer the Syndicate for a while...give you boys a little breathing room."
"What about the girl?" Jamien asked, nodding towards Denitra, sounding every bit as confused as Denitra felt. "No offer for her?"
The man shook his head. "Our objective aims to be beneficial to thousands, not just one person. There is no deal for her from us. Steelport police will handle the responsibility for her."
"Well, damn." Pierce whispered. Damn, indeed...
Denitra nervously looked around. "How do you want to play it?" The girl asked Jamien.
"No longer shall I hide from my one true love and her cause." That voice sounded familiar... "Allow Shaundi and I to be together and I swear her enemies...will be my enemies."
Denitra gasped. "Wait, is that the guy who plays Nyte Blayde on TV?"
"Oh no, no, no, fuck no. Don't even think about keeping that prick around. I will lose my damn mind!"
"You have sixty seconds to decide." Military man announced.
Jamien twitched then reached for Josh. "You owe me, Shaundi." He pushed the man towards the STAG officers.
"Whatever you want, just ask for it, anytime." She sounded so relieved that Denitra wondered just how bad it could have been to have spent time in Nyte Blayde's company. She wasn't a huge fan of the show, but she did like it.
"Prepare to open fire on the building."
"WHAT?" Jamien shouted at the man as he and his underlings rushed to their plane.
Immediate chaos ensued. "He's still firing! Jump for it!" Shaundi shouted and people made a mad dash for the edge of the roof.
Jamien turned towards her and grabbed her uninjured arm as he ran. "Time to move our ass!"
"Jump? W-wait, you don't understand." She put dead weight in her feet, refusing to move. "I have on a dress! I-I have a-" Jamien threw himself off of the roof, yanking Denitra down with him. "-TERRIBLE FEAR OF HEIGHTS!"
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