James Evans

## The Saint

James Evans, a name many do not know. Most know him as "Saint" or the original, that is. But little to no one cares about the harsh realities this man went through to make him be the way he is.

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"Life isn't easy partner, sometimes you gotta get a bit of blood on your face to live."

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## The Beginning

February 15th, 1829 in the small streets of Mexico City was born a boy named James Evans. He was a kind child, his life was mostly surrounded by parties and beauty and drinking and most of all, family. Family was something he always had, he never had a problem with it. He always valued it. His Father, Mateo Evans was an amazing Father, an amazing man. His Mother, Mariana Evans however was a different story. Both of his parents were fairly religious, especially his Mother. She believed if this world was to be tore apart into shreds, God would be the one to piece it back together even if it wasn't physically possible. However, being a very religious woman brought forth very religious things. During this time period, James' Father was playing in the brisk of evil. But, he was working hard and working for his family to live and thrive another day. Mateo was a honest man, he wasn't very religious within himself but his wife made him religious. Which caused the whole family to be that way. Including James, James was suppose to see the glory of God and religion and love that God had for the earth but instead he was manipulated into it with fear. His Mother would constantly bash him about how if he didn't believe in God, something evil would over take him and the family, ruining them forever. James was terrified for his life and most of all for his family, therefore family meant everything to him. His Father was a key point in his story, his best friend, his mentor, his leader, his guardian and protector. His Father didn't really believe all the yap his Mother was out to give towards James, most nights he was the one that set James mind at ease to sleep. Life was perfect with his Father, he spent hours on end caring and learning from his Father. Hunting, camping and everything you can think about his Father did with him with a passion and with love. He wanted to be his Father, he wanted kids one day and to be the brisk beautiful person his Father was put out to be. He wanted everything and he wanted life to be perfect. As time moved on, James' parents started to fight and things got worse. James always took his Father's side because he knew if he suck up to his Mother, his Mother was just going to drive him down the same old hole she always did when he was younger. To him, his Mother always called him evil but deep deep down inside of James' brain, he knew the pure evil was whatever his Mother spoke. She'd often give him nightmares, give him night terrors and make him fear the real world. But, as always his Father was his savior. As time passed, James' parents began to separate and separate their differences. Mateo often spoke to James about running away from the harsh reality and harsh grip of Mariana. But, love made it harder and it made changes to the family. Their family wasn't really wealthy. they had practically nothing other the food they ate every night on their table and the sheets they slept in. Life was a struggle and James worried what life would be like if they truly left his side. He often fell asleep to fights, arguments, disagreements and terror of being left behind.

## The Turning Point

One night, as James awoke out of his bed, he walked towards the middle of his house to see his Mother and Father in an argument, but the argument wasn't like any other. Mateo was beating Mariana half to death. This was a terrifying site for James. because he never expected a turn like this. His Father was a good man but in the shadows, something lurked. James felt betrayed, he felt terrible for everything he thought about his Father being a good person. His Father, Mateo lunged to grasp onto James before he hurried out the door but it was too late. James was already gone, he was terrified of his Father and bolted out of that house as fast as he could, running down the streets of Mexico City, he had no where to go. He was alone, he was homeless and he was upset at the world and they were sure as hell gonna pay for it.

## Teen Life

During James' teen life, it was very hard-working and quiet. He decided he wasn't gonna go back to his parents, he was gonna be his own parent. His own mentor, his own savior and his own hero. He worked tirelessly, for hours on end making small bits of change that could barely help him afford a loaf of bread. He was gonna be better though, at least from his whole family. He was gonna make a legacy. As time passed, he met a woman named Maria, she worked a local bakery. She was kind, she was sweet, she was beautiful. James fell head over heels for Maria, everyday he'd make it his goal to flatter her and make her day. One day, he finally built up the courage to ask her on a beautiful date, James' wasn't rich or wealthy by any stretch of imagination but he did have a creative side. He asked Maria to make some fresh loafs of bread one night and they would have a party, acting like he had friends that he would invite, he decided one late night to sit by a campfire with different types and flavors of bread speaking conversations of their days and their lives beside the brisk flames of the night. That night was the night James kissed Maria for the first time. A brisk memory he will hold close to his heart forever.

## Love Life

As time went on, James fell deeper and deeper in love with Maria and soon after they decided to get married and elope. Close after he was gifted with a child, named Jane. Jane was a beautiful baby girl and had this aura to her that she was going to change the world. James, Maria and Jane were alone in comfort for a long time then quickly after came James' other children, in order, Andre', Camila, Miguel and Isabelle. They were all born rather quickly within the span of ten years. Close in age, Jane was the eldest. James wanted to have many kids because he felt the fear and pain of being an only child. He often feared that the beauty within the relationship he had with Maria would turn out just like his Father and his Mother's relationship. So, if that was to happen he wanted his children to have someone else beside of them in desperate times of need. He loved them all dearly and treated them all fairly but his favorite overall was Jane. Jane was excellent, she was brilliant and on the spot all the time. Her education thrived and she learned about new things everyday as a child. But, he loved all of his children and all of them were very skilled and smart.

## A Hidden Secret

As time passed, James life began to crumble. His family was running out of money, his wife was always angry at him at the worst times of need. She would often scold him for being a bad Father even though he knew he was a good one. This brought out the terror and anger within James, and the terror and anger he never wished to show. That's around the time when James started to bring out the past, as always the past always repeats itself even if you don't want it to. James began to hit Maria, he hated himself for it but it was the only way to keep her quiet. She often made him feel like a bad person and at times would remind him of his Mother at a young age, he never knew how to cope with this and he never knew how to stop her other than being forceful and instilling fear within her brain. This caused a series of events to happen, this terror striked before Jane was born but he hid it under the covers. During this time to soothe his anger and his depression he would use alcohol, drugs and anything he could get his hands on as a crutch. Even though this soothed his anger and his depression of his past and parental trauma, it caused James to be worse than before. He didn't realize how far reality was slipping away from his very hands. As time went on, a war began outside, James held himself in fear that one day this "war" would take over his house maybe even burn it down to the ground with all his children inside. He was angry with himself, angry at her wife, angry at his past but at times he had to wake up at night to the screaming outside of a war. He knew the days were limited before they had to move but he was going through so much he couldn't bare the pain of moving away from the city he once called home. He stayed during the darkest times of the war, some nights they had to barricade themselves within the house the make sure no one broke inside. It only got worse.

## The Tragedy

As the war got worse outside, the windows some nights would begin to shatter which began a beacon in James' mind that it was inching closer to the day of the end. He was willing to give himself up for his family, go to war for them, take a bullet for them. He was ready. Maybe, he even considered if he was to die, they could move on and the generations wouldn't repeat themselves. Which, as times, he hoped and prayed would happen. But, sure enough his grief and terror got to him and it truly happened. Intruders broke in the house, late at night, snuck in and stole everything that James and Maria worked for and inched close to killing their children, one man in particular was inches away from killing Jane. That's when Maria got off the bed and walked into Jane's room, striking at the back of the mans head and causing an up-roar in the house. James raised out of bed and ran to her aid when Jane came running at him, grabbing onto his as tight as possible, he comforted her with love. She was shaking and as she turned her had towards Maria, James head raised to see Maria quivering in fear. At first, it was an unknown sight. James didn't know what was wrong or what was happening when all of a sudden a bullet went straight through her head. She fell to the floor. James and all his children stood in shock as her body fell, some kids crying and some holding the other. A man smiled an evil grin at James. Out of all the times James was suppose to rise and be the man he pledged he was gonna be, it would be now. He ran at the man with an evil force, picked up the knife that Maria once held and stabbed the man straight into his chest causing him to fall to the floor and bleed out. Jane and all the other children had to witness this sight. Two people. dead within one night and one was their Mother. James held himself up and had a look of anger on his face as he stared at Maria's dead corpse. That's when he looked around the house and decided it was finally time to leave a place of comfort that was no longer home.

## Paris, France

As soon as James could get away from the war and the house, they stepped upon a boat they took them to Paris, France where their new life was to begin. While exiting the boat in Paris, France it was a new sight. A new look, a new day, a new life. James was terrified of what was to come with five children and no Mother or Wife but he was ready. Life was just starting to begin for them and he was gonna make it beautiful. As time went past, he taught all his children the ways of self defense in order to protect themselves, especially after the trauma that went down back in Mexico City he wasn't trying to have that happen to them again but on the flip side of it all. All his children were brilliant and always on point. Jane however was oddly outstanding in her game and way of things. She always thought outside of the box rather than inside. He valued that. Time in Paris with money was fairly easier than it was in Mexico. James got a job and was able to feed and pay for most things normally, life was simple until one day he got robbed by a group of individuals. Weird ones, at that. He went to the police to report the situation but they didn't seem to care much, that's when a voice behind a building spoke to him in a weird tone. "Hey Mister! Come here!" James was confused, he walked behind the building to see a man, dressed in formal clothes and attire, with a slim figure and slim face stare him in the eyes. "You want a life of crime, pal?" James out of all people was confused, crime? He had never heard of such a thing to the extent of it being good, paying well. "Crime? I don't think the likes of being in jail with no money for the rest of my life interests me, bud." James smirked. "Absolutely not sir! Life is crime pays beyond the grave. Take this, go see her, she will guide you." James looked up at him as he handed a small white poster labeled "The Spiritual" seeming as if this was some sort of voodoo act of a poster, he sighed. James was religious, he didn't dive into evil of this sorts but at the bottom in small letter was said "Wealth beyond the grave" and this caught James' eye. Later that night after putting his children to sleep, he left the house, Jane stopped him along the way out of curiosity but she went back to bed. Clever thing. He went into the dark alleyway where the woman was to be said to be then saw a small shack, guarded by lights and mystery. As he approached it, he went inside and saw a woman behind the counter with glasses on crafting and organizing. "Hey- The Spiritual, right?" she looked up at him, missing an eye and a massive scar across her face, she replied. "Hmm.. Man.. big.. bulky.. terror. Legend." Confused and kind of terrified James replied "You okay Ma'am?" - She offered her hand out and he put his hand in hers, that's when she starred at him in the face and at the tip of her tongue she said "..Saint...." with a light scary whisper. James starred into her soul as she whispered the name to him. "Who's.. Saint?" he said.. with caution. "You.. are Saint.. You.. are the legend.. You are the future.." He was in shock and continued. "Who is.. Saint?" - "Saint.. is evil.. But.. evil.. good.. Crime.. Money.. Good Life.. Wealth.. Food.. All the food you can eat and love.. All belongs to you.." She leaned and kissed his hand, he watched and then pulled away lightly. "Find your people.. make a future.. grow.. destroy and love.. but never let your guard down.. you're too emotional for that.." - James watched her as she snarled and smacked at him with her comments. "Make a gang? I have kids.. I'm not fit for that ma'am." - "Make them.. just as powerful as you.. make them little monsters.. they are worth it." - James, wondering how much she knew about him and how much he could uncover. "Who out of all my children is the most worthy?" The lady held a stare at James while looking into his eye. She looked up at the ceiling and one of her eyes trailed off, the light flickered and he flinched and she looked back at him with a sinister look.

## The Beginning Of The Saints Of Paris

"Jane.." she said with a brisk of air coming from her mouth. "Jane.. is your next Saint.. I can see it.." James stared at her for a slight moment and nodded. "What's your name?" he said. "Zalak." She said, with a undertone of mystery. He smiled, grabbed a paper out of his pants and wrote her name down, while raising up he said "I'll see you again." She nodded and replied "I'm sure you will.. Saint.." and he walked out of the place with a new found plan.

As days went on, James had a motive, he was gonna be the most powerful boss of crime within Saint Denis, she claimed his name was Saint, so if he was Saint, his organization could be The Saints. He started gathering people of mass forms and mass productions after his hard working days of labor and started producing drugs and alcohol which sent back to his old ways, but his kids had a life now and that was all that mattered. As James got bigger with his professions, he started robbing people, doing banks, causing massive chaos within Paris. He was wanted on many situations but only as Saint. No one knew James. They knew Saint, once he left his office for the night, no one knew who he was other than his children and he even lied about them to his workers. James however, had a dark side to him, he didn't care about how people felt, he didn't care about what they did. He only cared about himself and his children. No one else mattered. He was getting what he wanted and he was getting what his children deserved to have. As time went on, he started introducing 'The Saints' to his daughter, Jane. Jane was very stand-offish about The Saints. She was unsure about it all, unsure about him, unsure about the people and the way they looked at her weirdly. Jane didn't know it, but her Father had bigger plans than just show-casing The Saints to her. He was going to make her Saint one day and often trained her to be that. However, Jane had other ideas. That's when one day James introduced the fact that indeed one day Jane was gonna be Saint, to Jane. Jane hated the idea, she despised being the person that James was. James saw himself as a fearless leader, guiding a bunch of particular different people to success and fame and fortune. But, all Jane saw was James' manipulative, terrifying and cruel side. The side that he was wanting nothing more than to kill, steal and destroy. Everything he pledged to be against with his religion when Jane was a kid. That's when James' world began to fall apart and one brisk and cold night, Jane, ran away. Just like he did as a child, history always repeats itself even if you don't wish it too.

## A Time Of Silence

As time went on, James continued down the same path as he always did with The Saints, thriving and continuing to people an amazing empire within his family and his name, taking in weird people and different people of all sorts, those who pledged to work for him and only him for the rest of their life's was blessed with riches but also with the pain of a punch if they did something wrong. James often worried about his children, but one day after another they all began to disappear and go their own ways. The only children he still had contact with was Camila and Isabelle and occasionally Miguel. Jane and Andres was off the board entirely. He raised this life not only for himself but for his children but all they did was just abandon him. He slowly over time accepted the fact that things won't change and kept going down the path of The Saints.

## A Rumor

One day as James was walking down the street, he heard a rumor. He looked at the newspaper and started reading, that's when he saw a city of the name of 'Saint Denis' growing and thriving across the ocean in America. He always wanted to go to America, he always wanted to see the lights and beauty it held but never had the chance too. Saint Denis seemed nice, that's when he continued to scan down the page and he saw in big letters "A ORGANIZATION OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE SAINTS, ROBBED A BANK IN SAINT DENIS CAUSING MASS CHAOS THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE CITY, EVERYONE FEARS THE SAINTS AND SAINT, HERSELF. IF YOU SEE THIS WOMAN, REPORT IT TO LOCAL LAW IMMEDITIALY. SHE IS DANGEROUS AND ARMED." James took a deep look at that picture.. it.. it was Jane.. He was in shock. He was terrified. He threw the paper and got up, running to the boat office to get a ticket to Saint Denis. He was half mad and surprised and hopeful to finally see her again AND AS SAINT? HIS NAME? He had to have a conversation with her.. he had to stop this. He called a massive organization meeting and put all his activities on pause, and shipped his way to Saint Denis to find his daughter, Jane.