No Place Like Steelport (Saints Row Fanfiction)

Chapter 28: Mourning Star

The plush mattress seemed like a cloud as it engulfed Eva's body. Staring up at the ceiling, still in her Morningstar attire, her fingers traced the outline of the neon pink star pin on her blazer. She unraveled her pink satin tie as she removed it from her neck and fiddled with it, binding and unbinding her hands with it until she tossed it aside.  

The full-length mirror from the left side of her room called her name, she sat up from her bed and walked over to it. The Morningstar colors still made their presence known, from the bright red satin shirt to the red bottom high heels she wore. She stripped them off as well as her entire suit, she grabbed a black bag and placed it all inside. 

After getting into some other clothing, she grabs the bag as she walks towards the door and goes outside. The path to the garbage chute was brisk one, once she reached it, she paused. The open black hole of chute was an abyss, Eva looked inside the bag one last time, the pink Morning star pin glowed in the midst of the bag. Closing it up, moved her arm back and forth at a steady pace. Steady until she released the bag as watched it disappear as it descended down into the chute. 

Eva returned to her loft and decided to turn in for the night. The radio played softly as she stared up at the ceiling in her bed. She had a big day ahead of her tomorrow, now that she is officially stripped of her Morningstar identity that Philippe gave her, she has to create a new one that was palpable to the Saints. The hardest part about this process was to make it believable. 

She's not a real criminal, but she has some criminal experience due to being with the Morningstar for some time now, but that's not enough. There needs to be something more to her story for even joining up with them in the first place. Something big needs to happen, to give her a good edge. Walking up and asking to join a gang like a school club isn't realistic, so she needs a bargaining chip, and a valuable one at that.

In a way she was mourning, her old life in Manhattan, although boring at times due to her job, but the familiarity was what she missed. She never thought her life would take a wild turn with becoming entangled with the criminal underworld, with one of the biggest criminal syndicate in the city. 

She mourned her family and friends back home, she has no one anymore since she, Antoine, and the DeWynter sisters had to cut ties. She wouldn't dare tell her brother about what happened, she definitely didn't want him caught up in all this, that would add more stress and possibly compromise her identity.

The smartest thing to do would be to skip town or get law enforcement involved, but in her case, she know Philippe would have her killed. He may be a gentleman, but he's still a dangerous person. Also with the help of Matt Miller, she would easily be found and possibly brought back and made an example of, treason of any kind is a high price to pay, whether legal or illegal. So running away is now the last thing on her mind. 

The room went purple due to her ambient lighting, an obvious sign to get her mind right into crafting her new identity. Her eyes fluttered as they finally closed, she drifted off into her thoughts. It's was now time for this Morningstar to come out of mourning and evolve into a Saint.