Regicide | Benjamin King | Saints Row
Chapter Twelve: The People of Stilwater.
…. William Hartley was a rich man. He came highly recommended to me, and he was good at what he did. That man could find anything and have it delivered to you gift wrapped with a big bow on top. I will never understand how he managed to marry a woman like his wife, but that’s not the important thing about him. The important thing is that our disagreement was the point where things began to unravel.
We had worked together for a long time. We first met in the winter of 1988, on the eve of his first and only child’s birth. It was the first time that year that it snowed, and we huddled together on that dock watching as the ship came in. No one would’ve known what we were really doing, but by that point in time the Vice Kings were too powerful for anyone to question me. I didn’t trust this man at first. He looked at his watch every five minutes, checking his pager even more frequently. I had thought that I had made a mistake. But he delivered exactly what I had asked for and more. And he continued to do this for the next fifteen years.
In late 2003, one year before the rise of The Saints, he came to me in my office at Kingdom Come Records. Usually, he didn’t like to operate in the open, and I suppose that’s because he wasn’t just supplying me with the tools of gang warfare. He was more useful to us all alive than he was dead, but he was a careful man by nature. I had never seen him so angry. He accused me of corrupting his daughter, that it was my fault that she had fallen in with the Vice Kings he was so careful to separate her from.
I had no idea what he was talking about. I had not seen Amethyst since she was a young child. I wouldn’t have even named her here unless I wasn’t so sure that she was dead by now.
Apparently he had tried to keep her safe for years, keeping her as far away from the gang war that was taking place in our city. And somehow, she had slipped out from his protection and fallen in with a group of new recruits. She wasn’t flying colours, but I had heard rumours about a young blonde girl who was appearing on the arms of various men. If I had known that it was his daughter… His fifteen year old daughter…
I could only think what I would’ve done in that situation.
After that confrontation, I put out feelers to try and find out what was happening, but there was just silence from that group.
And then William was murdered.
I didn’t know that they were planning on robbing him. I didn’t know that they even knew who he was. He had always been so careful about separating his work and personal life; I knew it wasn’t his fault. The puzzling thing was how they were found.
William and his wife had been shot in their beds, before they had even noticed that there were intruders in the house. There were five Vice Kings found in the house, all dead too.
No one will ever know what happened that night, but no one has seen his daughter Amethyst since.
Chapter Fifteen: The Fall of the Vice Kings
…She had us all fooled from the start.
I’ve heard rumours that there were people who knew that she was hiding who she was, but no one wanted to talk about it. Asking questions back home has just gotten nowhere, and I’ve been advised by their new chief of police that I should stay away from the city if I know what’s good for me.
As threatening as he’s trying to be, I knew him when he was still a Saint. Still a Saint? No. He’s a full Saint through and through. No fancy title is going to hide that.
But I digress; I was talking about the Playa.
When we first met, I didn’t think much of her. She was a skinny kid who didn’t look like she could hold her own in a fight. She proved me wrong. Julius sent her as backup when my own gang turned against me, and while I could’ve handled myself just fine, I appreciated the help.
The most disconcerting thing about her is that she was silent. I heard her speak just once before we went our separate ways. I guess this is how she got away with pretending to be a man for so long. I once watched her pick a fight with a group of Saints when they made a homophobic remark against her.
After that day, I was more than happy to have her along when we were taking down the last of the Vice Kings. She showed a penchant for violence that rivalled Johnny Gat’s. She was a wild card that Julius was lucky to have. She took instruction well, and had climbed up the ranks in a way that she clearly hadn’t meant to. She ruffled feathers wherever she went, and I consider myself lucky that Julius never asked her to kill me. I’ve heard what she did to William Sharp. Death granted Johnny Gat would’ve been kinder….