The doors of the hospital ward within the prison swing open with a strong push from the blonde prison guard with the tribal tattoo on his left arm and with his fellow co-worker only two-three cm’s behind but more to the left of the blonde guard. The room was clean and there was only one patient present at this point in time and this person was the person the guards went to see
Guard 1: “How’s the patient?”
Doctor: “Seeing as they’re still breathing after being caught up in a massive explosion… I’d say pretty good.”
The doctor the guards were talking too had short dark hair, blue scrubs with hearts on them and a stethoscope around her neck.
Nurse: “Coming through!”
A nurse in pink scrubs and glasses pushes a table into the ward with a stabbed inmate on it. A young Hispanic man wearing a purple wool hat, an orange jumpsuit and some orange prison trousers which was standard for prisoners. This person revealing who they were a little later on and had his reasons to why he was in here. The nurse who had just spoken to the guards asks what happened.
Doctor: “What happened?”
Nurse: “Shanking…”
Doctor: “Put him over there! Sorry about that.”
The doctor with the two prison guards look over to the inmate who was stabbed but don’t say anything as they get back to the person lying in bed. Once the silent type, one who was in the wrong place at the wrong time yet fate said no your time is not up yet. This was where they met the Saints and from there went on to do odd jobs, take out the other gangs and eventually get blown up but once again fate said it is not your time to die.
Guard 2: “Have they said anything yet?”
Doctor: “Not yet. But I’m about to take the bandages off…”
The nurse begins to take the bandages off, slowly but surely, bit by bit the bandages come off. You would think you would see something from a horror movie under there but no. What you sure was a normal face, fate seemed to have dealt the cards in their favour.
Doctor: “Yes… That looks like it healed nicely.”
The nurse slowly moves out of the way to reveal a young woman lying on the bed, her face somehow clear from bruisers though a scar did run across her left cheek, it went from her left cheek all the way towards the bridge of her nose. She was also wearing a orange jump suit like other prisoners with a white t-shirt under it. Her hair was fashioned in the tribal bob look; somehow she had purple highlights mixed with her pink highlights. Her make was gone, her tattoos and piercings were gone as well. It was like her character model did not exist in the previous game to which no female model actually existed for the main character.
Guard 1: “Be careful doctor, your patient’s dangerous.”
With the blonde guard and doctor moving out of the way, the second guard with a black cap with the word guard on, glasses and some lip facial hair.
Guard 2: “You got anything you wanna say to the judge you better start thinkin’ of it now…”
Guard 1: “You’re wasting your time… Let’s get a hold of Troy.”
The two guards soon leave with the nurse walking over to where the medical supplies and sink was. The one who would be known as boss laid there, nothing being heard from them except the sounds of breathing which was soon interrupted. A purple curtain separating the said Saints member and the Hispanic young man with the purple wool hat.
Male Voice: “Psst! Hey!”
The curtain being moved as the surviving Saint member turned to see the person who had just gotten her attention. Funny thing was this small thing would turn into a conversion which would lead to an escape attempt. Something that should be close to impossible yet possible for the Saint member.
Male: “Is it really you?”
Future Boss: “Do I know you?”
Male: “My brother was in the Saints and he told me all about you… Listen we gotta get you outta here.”
Future Boss: “Well I’m sure if we ask nicely….”
Male: “I know a way out…”
Future Boss: “Yeah? Then why are you still here?”
Male: “I heard you were in here and I wanted to bust you out…”
The Saints member soon rolls over to look back up at the ceiling for a moment, considering the idea of getting out of here. The judge could stick it and so could the two guards as well. Those two jerk off guards could stick it too though these were only clean thoughts, the real naughty and offensive stuff would come later. The young man who still had yet to be identified spoke up once more.
Male: “Getting out of here’s a two man job and no one else will give it a try….”
Future Boss: “You really expect me to trust some guy I don’t even know?”
Male: “Come on, I just got myself shanked so I could get a chance to talk to you. Doesn’t that show I’m loyal?”
Future Boss: “It shows that you’re dumb enough to let yourself get stabbed.”
Male: “I’m trying to help you!”
Future Boss: “You know what I got the last time I trusted someone? Blown the fuck up.”
Male: “You need me.”
Future Boss: “The Hell I do, I got the Saints.”
Male: “Sure you do.”
Future Boss: “What’s that supposed to me?”
Male: “How long do you think you’ve been out?”
Future Boss: “Uh, I dunno man… 2-3 weeks?”
Male: “Look, I know you think you’re a badass but do you even know where you’re at? Without me you’ll be wandering around the prison for hours. Even if you manage to hide from the guards that long, and if you actually figure out how to make it outside these walls you’re just gonna find out that you’re sitting on a goddamn island. And I’m pretty sure you can’ out swim the coast guards.”
Future Boss: “You got a boat stashed here?”
Male: “No, but I know where we’re gonna steal one.”
The Saints member soon looks about for a moment, finally deciding to go with this man who got himself stabbed to meet her.
Future Boss: “Alright, let’s get out of here…”
Somehow the future Saints leader managed to move, her legs somehow did not need therapy to start working again, the crazy logic that Saints Row series followed. She had some cheap ass trainers on as well as her feet soon touched the floor to escape the prison. The doctor to the left unaware her patient was on her feet once more, would this end well for her? The answer was clearly no as the upcoming Saints leader had a few screws loose.
