As the Saints gathered together to decide on what they were going to do next, Pinkamena looked out a window in the church. She was not looking for anything in particular but she continued staring into the distance while thinking about where her life will take her now.

While she mentioned the things she would be doing with the Saints to Pinkie, she still noticed that there was still something missing in her life; something related to the Saints.

Playa’s phone rang and he answered it to find Julius on the other line. Pinkamena used her strong hearing to listen to the one-sided conversation.

“We did it, Playa. Third Street owns this town. Now, that’s not to say that shit didn’t cost, and I ain’t talkin’ about what happened to Johnny’s leg. He’s a soldier, he knew the risk. Hell, he gets off on it. But we crushed a lot of families, Playa, and someday they’re gonna holla at us. But believe me when I tell you, we did the right thing. With the Rollerz wiped out, Benjamin gone, and the Colombians in our pocket, there ain’t gonna be a need for a gang war ever again.” Pinkamena scoffed as she knew that those three gangs were not going to be the last of them. She was pretty sure the world was bigger than that. “And in the end, that’s gonna save a lot more lives than we took. So relax, Playa, you and Pinkamena have earned yourselves a break. The two of you’ve impressed the hell out of me. I’ve told the crew you’re gonna be my right hand, don’t think the others are ready to accept someone not of their species leadin’ ‘em...hold up, some berry just turned on his flashers. Yeah, Playa, I think I’m gonna have to call you back. This might take a while.”

The other Saints in the church looked to Playa in respect and looked prepared to follow him wherever he went. Playa cocked his pistol in affirmation of his acceptance of his new position.

Since the gang wars were over, Johnny decided to make his relationship with Aisha official. Finding a bouquet of flowers that he mugged from some random person in the street, he presented them to her to show his willingness to pursue a relationship.

However, some part of him was not fully committed to such a move. While he had wanted to be with the former singer for a long time, there was also a part of him that felt like it was a mistake.

When he tried to think about it, he couldn’t come up with a solid answer. However, when he thought about Pinkamena, his thoughts did linger on the mare for longer than he would have expected but he wasn’t sure why. He thought of the mare as a friend who shared the same interests he did but some part of him wanted to say there was more to it.

In the end, he put those thoughts on the back burner and continued to pursue a relationship with Aisha.

Donnie sat alone in his garage sitting on the hood of Lin’s car. The vehicle was dredged up from the water and restored to its former glory by the mechanic.

He sat on the car sobbing as he lamented over his choice to not help Price in his time of need. At the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to betray his best friend by joining the Saints just because he wanted to be with Lin.

His feelings for her came at the cost of his best friend and that was why he sat on Lin’s car, crying as he looked at a photo of Price which was all he had to remember him.

Donnie didn’t respond as he heard footsteps that announced someone approaching. When the intruder was right next to him, they took a seat next to him.

“Hey, I thought I might find you here,” Lin said. Donnie remained silent. Lin looked at the photo he had been crying over. She considered her next words carefully. “In the time I knew him, he struck me as the caring big brother type. Even when he went to war with us, he was always concerned about you. He was relieved when Pinkamena told him that you were unharmed.”

Donnie finally responded, “I wish this gang war never happened. I wished there was some way for the Saints and Rollerz to come to a mutual understanding; some way for the two gangs to share the city. I know Mr. Sharp would never agree to something like that because they had nothing that would benefit him. Mr. Sharp was even planning to go to war with the Saints before you showed up because he didn’t want any nuisances getting in the way of his business. Since the Vice Kings and the Carnales were taken out, he knew we were next. I’m not sad that Mr. Sharp was killed, but I can only guess how much it tore Price up inside and I guess I only made it worse.”

“Donnie, no one can blame you for your decision. It was a shitty choice you had to make. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you went back to Price, though it would have been surprising if you had chosen to change your flags over me, though I might have lost a little respect for you if you did. I guess some part of me was glad you chose to remain neutral because it would have broken my heart if Pinkamena had to kill you as well.”

Donnie looked at Lin with a slightly surprised expression, “Do you really care about me like that?”

Lin shrugged, “Guess so. Wanna sit here for a while longer while you talk about the good times you had with Price?”

Donnie wiped his tears away and gave Lin a small smile, “I’d like that.”

Troy sat alone in a bar drinking his sorrows away. He knew that his time with the Saints had come to an end. With the other gangs finished, the Saints were the only loose end left. He had made friends with the gang and some part of him really wished they didn’t have to go.

However, orders were orders and he was still a police officer first. He didn’t like what was coming but he had no choice. This was why he was drowning his sorrows in liquor.

Pinkamena still scared him and he often feared that she would come after him one day to make him pay for his betrayal. He wouldn’t blame her. If he had the power, he would at least make sure the city services leave her alone. He owed her that much for not blowing his cover when he figured that she knew his real profession.

Part of him wished something would happen to Monroe. That crooked police chief needed to be removed from his position and Troy didn’t care how. He wouldn’t even mind if Pinkamena turned him into one of her “art projects”, even if that was a terrible thought to think of another.

For now, he would continue to drown his sorrows.

Playa’s phone rang the next day and on the other line was someone he never thought he would be receiving a call from: Police Chief Monroe. The police chief was still upset about what he and Pinkamena did when they broke up the dealings he had with the Vice Kings. However, he was willing to avoid a direct confrontation with the Saints with the full might of the Stilwater police if he hijacked the campaign bus of Mayor Marshall Winslow and parked it on the northbound railroad in Cecil Park. To make sure Playa complied, he mentioned that he was holding Julius hostage.

With no other option, Playa left the church to hijack the mayor’s bus.

Playa returned to the church after bringing about the death of Mayor Winslow. The only person he saw when he entered the building was Dex, however. The guy had difficulty hiding his nervousness as he waited for an update on the status of Julius.

Dex walked up to Playa and asked, “Is Julius with you? Have you heard back from Monroe?”

Playa’s phone rang and as if Dex had spoken of the devil, Monroe was on the other line. “Nice work...but I don’t think I can let Julius go until you do a little more community service...we’ll be in touch.”

Dex paused for a few moments before saying, “Looks like we wait.” Of course, Dex knew that just playing by Monroe’s rules was going to get them nowhere and would only get them fucked in the end. After thinking for a few minutes he finally got an idea. “Wait, I know.” He turned to Playa. “Marshall Winslow was a major public figure, and you can bet your ass that people would ask questions if the chief of police wasn’t at his funeral. I say we hit Monroe during the funeral procession. That should show whoever he’s working with that we’re not fucking around.”

Once they had a plan, Playa and Dex drove to Nob Hill where the funeral procession was going to be and positioned themselves on a balcony overlooking the intersection where the procession was headed. Dex gave Playa a sniper rifle to try and shoot Monroe among the procession. However, the convoy had a number of police cars among them and finding Monroe among them was going to take some guesswork.

Before Playa fired a shot, his phone as well as Dex’s phone gave them a notification. Playa ignored his phone and took aim but Dex looked at his phone. What he saw made his face turn a few shades red out of anger. He threw his phone on the ground, destroying it. “Fuck this! Fuck those two! Fuck my life! Fuck everything! I come up with a really good plan and those two fuck things up for me. I’m out.” Dex walked down the stairs from the balcony raising both middle fingers for everyone to see.

Playa, after hearing Dex’s tirade, put the rifle down and pulled out his phone. Upon seeing the image, Playa gave a wide smirk.

Earlier…

“Hey, thanks for bringing me along for this one. I was hopin’ to see your work at least once.” Johnny said.

Pinkamena chucked, “After that stunt he pulled in trying to blackmail us, I decided that he was going to be my next showpiece. I know this isn’t flashy like you want but my style tends to be dark and gruesome.”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with broadening your horizons.”

Pinkamena and Johnny abducted the cop that was supposed to drive Monroe’s car and left him for dead in an alley somewhere. Johnny stripped the officer of his uniform and put it on, leaving his own clothes in Pinkamena’s mane. The mare also put on her police disguise from when she was beating one of Wong’s targets into a pulp with a nightstick. The duo positioned themselves inside Monroe’s car and waited for the corrupt police chief to get inside. After ten minutes of waiting, Monroe finally got into the back of the car. “Let’s get this thing over with,” he said with a bored expression.

The car pulled away from the station and headed toward the funeral procession.

What Monroe didn’t know due to not paying attention to his surroundings and daydreaming about his plans, was that the vehicle made a detour away from the procession and arrived inside an underground garage.

When he finally noticed where he was, alarm bells rang in his head. However, he was too late to do anything about it as the car came to a stop inside the dark garage. “What is the meaning of this?” Monroe demanded.

The two got out of the car and one of them opened the door for him while pointing a gun at him. “How ‘bout you come out of there and see for yourself.”

Monroe complied by raising his arms in the air as he got out of the car. That’s when he realized something, “Wait, you’re one of the Saints. Do you even care what happens to your leader? If anything happens to me then--”

“If anything happens to Julius, you’ll still be dead and so will he. Playa will take over and he won’t be nice like Julius was.”

Johnny checked Monroe’s body from the waist up for weapons while his pony companion checked him from the waist down. Once they were certain that Monroe had all of his weapons confiscated, they gestured for him to sit in a metal chair that had a single light above it. Without any choice in the matter, Monroe was forced to comply. Using the handcuffs they confiscated from the police chief, along with the keys in case he tried anything daring, they tied his hands together behind the chair while using some rope to bind his legs and body to the chair.

“I have a delivery that should be coming here in a few minutes,” the pony said. “In the meantime, let’s entertain ourselves with our volunteer pinata.” The pony pulled out a nightstick while her companion pulled out his.

For the next few minutes, Monroe felt nothing but pain and agony as the two bashed and battered his whole body, causing numerous fractures. Pieces of bone started sticking out from various places in his body and he was certain that one of his testacles was crushed. If he survived this he would be living the rest of his life with dentures.

Relief came when he heard the sound of a doorbell and the two stopped pummeling him. “That must be the delivery guy, be right back,” the pony said.

Not even a minute passed as she returned with five boxes of donuts and placed them on the floor. “Since you’re a greedy police chief, I’m gonna let you have your fill. Just say when…”

Pinkamena began stuffing donut after donut down Monroe’s throat, not even giving him time to chew or swallow. The mare continuously stuffed the pastries into his mouth and not giving him a chance to say when. After the first few, Monroe started choking but the pony continued stuffing donuts into his mouth.

After hearing a few desperate muffled yells, Pinkamena decided to do something else. “What’s that? You need more? You don’t look like you can eat much more so let’s expand your capacity.” Pulling out her kitchen knife, Pinkamena cut into his stomach in a cross pattern but she didn’t see any food in there. “Wow, you must be a bottomless pit if you still aren’t full. Maybe some more donuts will help with that.” The mare continued stuffing more donuts down his throat while some of the pastries ended up going down his trachea and into his lungs.”

Monroe soon passed out from suffocation and the mare knew that fun time was over. “Okay, fun time’s over. Finish him.” Johnny pulled out his pistol and put the police chief out of his misery.

For the final step, Pinkamena pulled out her camera and took a photo of Monroe’s corpse and sent it to Playa and Dex.

“That shit was messed up but satisfying,” Johnny remarked. “Anyway, I’m sure Julius will turn up. In the meantime, wanna stop by Freckle Bitch’s?”

“Sure but you’re buying since I bought the donuts.”

“Deal.”

While the two were enjoying one of Freckle Bitch’s famous Fun Bags, Pinkamena got a call. Johnny excused himself to visit a restroom. The call came from Troy. “Yeah?” she answered.

“Listen closely and don’t panic. I just wanted to say I’m sorry things turned out this way. Richard Hughes, the remaining candidate for mayor of Stilwater, called Playa to his fundraiser on his private yacht. The Alderman intended to kill Playa since he couldn’t be bought or reasoned with. Thanks to the things the Saints did, Hughes intended to level Saint’s Row and with the public and Ultor Corporation backing him, he could legally do so. Of course, he didn’t count on his yacht blowing up and taking him with it.

“Unfortunately, Playa was also caught up in the explosion. The police recovered him and he seems to be alive but he’s in a coma. There’s no telling when he’ll wake up if he does.

“I know you’re not gonna like this but without Julius and Playa leading the Saints, that gang’s gonna disband soon.

“I know you know I’m a cop and when Johnny finds out he’s gonna try to kill me. But I wanna thank you for not blowing my cover. I didn’t see Monroe at the funeral procession for Mayor Winslow when he shoulda been. I can only think that you had something to do with that. If it’s true, I’ll likely be promoted to take his place. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure the city leaves you alone but you and Johnny are gonna have to lay low for a while.

“I’m not like Julius; I know this won’t be the last time gangs rear their ugly heads in Stilwater. There will always be gang wars in this city. I know you could lead the Saints yourself if you wanted but without Playa, any attempt to reform the Saints would be awkward since people ain’t ready to accept some pony as their leader, no matter how badass you are.

“I’ll do everything in my power to make sure Playa wakes up from his coma. I know I betrayed the Saints, they were my friends and I feel terrible for trying to get them to break up. But at the end of the day, I'm a cop first and a friend second. Also, I want it to go on record that the explosion was not my idea but when the time comes, I can help lead you to who did. I'm sure Playa will want to know who tried to blow him up too.

“Chances are by the time he wakes up, then the city will be plagued with gangs again. When he does, I’ll be secretly cheerin’ for you and Playa to revive the Saints and drive out whoever comes to Stilwater.

“For now, please lay low and wait for Playa to wake up. This isn’t an order but for the sake of your future, please listen to me this one time. This’ll be the last time I contact you so I want to say good luck.”

Pinkamena grit her teeth as she heard the news. She swore to find whoever tried to kill Playa and make him suffer dearly for it.

“Mena, we’re gonna listen to Troy,” Pinkie said.

“What? Why?”

“Because, silly, we’re at the end of the Saints Row 1 story. For the sake of continuity, we have to wait until Saints Row 2 starts in five years.”

“Five years?! Fuck that!”

‘“Please, Mena, the author has to write an interlude chapter to set things up for the next installment and messing with the continuity will be a huge headache for the author.”

“And why should I care?”

“Because the author can simply write you off and force me to do terrible things in your place.”

Pinkamena growled before sighing in resignation. “Fine, but this next installment better be worth the wait.”

Johnny finally made it back to the table where Pinkamena sat. “So what was that about?” he asked.

“I think we’re fucked.”

Author's Note

Uhh...like the 4th wall breaking pony said, were at the end of SR1 and there will be an interlude to show what's been going in in Equestria and set things up for SR2. Pinkamena will be getting a couple of allies for her future endeavors. Hope you like my choices.