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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 13, 2015 2:00:06 GMT -5
(Go ahead and skip me)
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Post by Jackie on Mar 13, 2015 9:28:38 GMT -5
"So because they inflict pain and suffering on others, doing the same to them is immediately justified? How does what you do differentiate you from them and the things they do? Besides what group of people you target I mean. Self defense is one thing, electing yourself judge, jury, and executioner is another." One might not have expected such firm ideals out of a teenager of all things, but it was likely pretty clear that Yuki took this stuff very seriously, and she was not a supporter of the 'fight fire with fire' approach. Their numbers, or rather Spectre's estimation of their numbers, was of no comfort to the girl, and when he extended a hand out once more as he'd done just a little while ago, Yuki would take a step back, untrusting of it.
"You're asking me not only to condone the violence you are about to make on those people, but to participate directly in it, and that is something I refuse to take part in. I'm grateful that you saved my life, I really am, that's something I'll never be able to fully pay you back for, but I'd happily do anything I could to try, anything but that." Yuki would pull her hands from her pockets and cross her arms as she said all this, it was clear the girl would not budge on this matter, and that if he was absolutely determined to do what he planned to do to those raiders, he would have to do it alone, or at least she wouldn't willingly come with him.
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 13, 2015 12:53:18 GMT -5
His bodies muscles completely relaxed as the words Yuki spoke triggered memories within his head. The world his eyes saw faded from sight as he began to have pictures and events flash through his mind of all the times his little sister stayed his hands from ending someones life. Spectres hand began to slowly fall back to his side as he stood there watching the movies play out in rapid succession until the world came rushing back into frame a few seconds later.
Spectre took a deep breath, and mumbled "You are to much like her..." as he took another squatting position in front of Yuki.
"Do you know what Raiders do Yuki? Most of them spend every day actively hunting other humans. All of them are either bandits, cannibals, murderers, slavers, and spend every day raping and torturing men and women."
His brown eyes shifted from his hands to Yukis own similar eyes.
"You are to young to have experienced most of what this world is capable of, and hopefully you will never have to. I never said I was a good person. But because of the choices I make, I prevent young girls like you from being put into cages to be used as sexual objects or worse."
At his last words Spectre unslung his large scoped rifle off of his back and placed it across his lap.
"If we walk away and these Raiders are left to live, they will do all of those things to others today, tomorrow, and every day they draw breath. We don't have to go into the camp physically, and you do not have to participate. But you need to see whose screams those belonged to, and when you do you will see why they cannot be allowed to continue doing what they are doing down there. And you cannot leave my side."
Spectre was beginning to see to much of his younger sister in Yuki, the only difference was that Spectre did not have to explain to his sister why Raiders needed to die simply because she had already lived through the horrors Raiders were capable of. Raiders were the only group of people his sister would willingly turn a blind eye toward.
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 13, 2015 15:33:53 GMT -5
Murphy would eventually reach his vantage point and would take up a position in the second floor of the building. He was always a little nervous about going up there, mostly just because these old buildings were already pretty rickety as it was and he'd had one collapse beneath him in the past. However, while this one creaked and moaned a little, it seemed to be holding pretty nicely. Kneeling down, he set his rifle on the window sill and began tinkering with the scope, adjusting the usual necessities such as wind and such. This thing wasn't a sniper rifle, he knew that it had less range than others of its kind, but it was just as precise--perhaps more so since replacement parts for Chinese rifles were reasonably easy to find and those sniper rifles were pretty frail. As he tinkered, he looked about and would be surprised to see Skullface and the girl still talking to each other; clearly they weren't raiders. Was he trying to give her instructions or something? Eh, didn't particularly matter. He'd give them a little bit; if they decided that they wanted to attack he'd wait until they had begun, didn't want to make things harder on them. If not though, he would gladly handle this on his own. Raiders may have been a problem, but they weren't too bright, and he liked to think he was a pretty good shot.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 13, 2015 15:57:00 GMT -5
Three months... three long months; the longest time in the world for Norman. The darkness of this nightmarish camp was bottomless and unfathomable, and his daily shortcomings were in the extremes. It was that time of day again, and he heard those same old oddly meticulously footsteps tap melodically against the scorched earth as his master crept over and opened the cage door with a smile.
"C'mon. S'time for to get workin' on purifyin' that jet."
Norman didn't boast to be the cleanliest man in the world or the most hygienic, but never had his clothes smelt so bad. Even the sadist scum keeping him prisoner had a preferably fragrance. The smell of amphetamine-fueled cow dung, chemical waste, sweat and even human waste mixed into one as he shifted and the odour became more problematic. His frail, battered husk of a teenager writhed in an attempt to get up and his psychotic overlord grew impatient...
"I said get out! You hear me you fuckin' cocksucker?! You want me to get Barry on you again?!"
"No! I'm... I'm moving."
Barry was not a pleasant man to encounter; a hypersexual rapist who had taken Norman in place of other victims many a time... he did not want to face his wrath again. The shadowy monster grabbed the boy from his cage, a cage which barely fit him in, and dragged him across the barren earth to some makeshift tent in the centre of their camp, grinning. Norman kicked and screamed, opening many of his scars in the process. The tent had the boss of these radical malcontents sitting inside, smoking an ancient Cuban cigar from the old world. His grey chin hairs sparkled as the light entered the tent from outside, and darkness blanketed them as Norman was thrust into the tent.
"So... you got to workin' on makin' that purer jet yet, twerp?"
"Well... I still need some more of those "Sugar Bombs" you found... t-..the other guys, they didn't..."
The demon lept up and grabbed Norman by the throat, pushing him against the tent's weak wall. His grip caused Norman's face to redden and even develop into a shade of blue, and he simply laughed in frustration at the boy's suffering.
"YOU SAID YOU HAD IT DONE, YOU FUCK! I'M GETTIN' BARRY!"
Norman slipped down to the ground, tears in his eyes and blood on his face. Without a moment's notice, the his gargantuan rapist appeared in the tent's doorway, blocking out the light from the outside. The kid began to crawl to the other side of the tent as the whale of a man waddled on over to his skeletal victim...
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Post by Jackie on Mar 13, 2015 22:02:28 GMT -5
Yuki looked rather confused when the man mentioned something about her being similar to 'her', whoever she was. Before she could ask on it however, Spectre had moved back onto the topic of the raiders. The teen had no retort as he went on to explain the nature of the men and women he was actively hunting. While she couldn't rightly condemn him for doing what he was doing, Yuki still didn't agree with it from a moral standpoint. While the end goal, putting an end to innocent individual's suffering, was an admiral one, the ends didn't always justify the means. It wasn't a good situation any way you looked at it really.
Again Yuki would remain silent as he spoke of her inexperience when it came to understanding matters in the wasteland. Regardless, she found it a bit insulting that Spectre believed he outright knew what was 'good for her' so to speak. He'd mentioned himself he wasn't good parent material. With a sigh, the young girl would glance off to the side, biting her lower lip as she drifted into thought. It was clear she wasn't comfortable with the whole thing, but eventually her eyes would go back to his. "Fine. I just hope you know what you're doing."
If Spectre was satisfied and continued moving again, Yuki would stick at his side as he'd told her to. She would also unsling her laser rifle, if only for appearances, though she sincerely wished she had time to sit down and fix the weapon before embarking on this incredibly dangerous task that could possibly end in their deaths...
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 13, 2015 23:54:21 GMT -5
Spectre stood and motioned for Yuki to follow him up the hill to gain a better vantage point. In order to guarantee Yuki would not be harmed in any way, he was forced to engage them from a safe distance, which explained why he had his rifle out.
As they reached the peak of the hill, the Raider camp came into full view, that being said Spectre dropped his knees to the dirt and then laid down onto his belly. From the looks of things, this camp had been operational for quite some time. Body parts were strung up and scattered across the camp, and the corpses of dead slaves were piled into certain areas of the camp, most of them being female ranging from the young to the old. There were even some bodies that looked as though they had been used for food.
Spectre patted the dirt with his hand to his left signaling Yuki to join him. He wanted her to see for herself what these people were.
He then pulled back on the bolt to his rifle, and then pushed the bolt forward. The action fed a .50 caliber slug into the chamber, and it would wait there like an aggressive animal gnawing at the end of its leash. After wiping off the lens of his scope he placed his right cheek against the frame of the rifle and began surveying the area. He began making a mental count of each Raider he saw as his sights scanned the camp thoroughly.
Seven Raiders so far.
"I need you to cover your ears now Yuki. But you need to not look away, you might be uncomfortable with this whole situation but you need to see for yourself who these husks of human life are and why they need to be pulled like weeds. Do not fire your weapon, just make sure no one sneaks up on our left side."
Yuki and Spectre were roughly 300 meters from the camp, which was more than enough real-estate to ensure Yukis safety, not to mention they had an uphill advantage. The only thing he was waiting for was for Yuki to take his side on the ground and soak everything in before he began sending lead down range into the soft tissue of the Raiders off into the distance.
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 14, 2015 3:14:58 GMT -5
There wasn't much that Murphy could do as he waited but just watch the goings on in the camp, though while he had a good angle there really wasn't much that the bounty hunter could do unless he wanted to open fire as well. He was about two hundred and fifty yards from the raiders and slightly elevated thanks to the house, about a hundred fifty from the place that Skullface had chosen as his place to set up shop. It was a good location, mind, and while Murphy couldn't actually see them anymore from this angle, he knew they were there and that the other fellow was setting up to snipe them. Good man. As he started focusing the sights, he noticed a peculiar seen as a small figure (couldn't really tell at this range if it was male or female) was tossed around a bit and then a positively HUGE man started heading towards where the poor soul had been tossed. Thankfully, the tent had enough holes and was lit enough that he could make out the general area where the big man was. Unfortunately, he couldn't tell where the victim was. He didn't want to hit the poor thing--but he tensed his finger anyways, even pulling it a little, waiting for his target to confirm he was clear of friendly fire. The second that he was clear though, lead was going to start flying down-range. Hopefully Skullface was ready by that point.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 14, 2015 7:43:33 GMT -5
There seemed to be no way out of this, yet again, for Norman. The giant monster pinned him down and began lowering both of their pants, but as he did so Norman noticed the lab equipment still in the tent on the table just above him. Chipped glass beakers, dirty test tubes, grimy flasks; a way out. His would-be rapist was too busy trying to adjust himself to rape the boy, and with his weak, bruised hand he reached out and grabbed a glass beaker from the table and swung it behind him directly into the fat bastard's right eye. The screams that left him could easily be mistaken from Norman's own they were so loud, and while he toppled over in shock Norman made his way to the tent's door and ran.
"Look at the little boy playin' tough guy!", one of them roared as Norman began trying to run for the hills. It was all in vain, and he knew this as soon as the many raiders in the camp closed off all of his escapes in every direction; he was surrounded. Their leader took a long drag on his drooping cigar and cackled.
"Not such a badass now..."
The hit cigar hit the back of Norman's neck like a rocket's propulsion jets, branding him. The others began laying into him, laughing gleefully as they did so, one of them seeming to sing Cole Porter's infamous "Anything Goes", albeit verily out of tune.
"In olden days, a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now God knows; anything goes!"
The youngest of their breed seemed... nervous, and Norman could not see why. The others were happily kicking him and spitting on him, but he seemed just as unhappy as the boy himself. Standing away from the group, he shivered and began to ask paranoid questions.
"Hey... I think someone's out there, guys! I know it... maybe that guy that got away from last time, or sumthin'!"
"Only two things are out there, newbie. Jack and shit, hehehe!"
The ringleader of this morbid circus snapped his fingers, chewing on the same remainder of a cigar as he was only moments ago. The rest of them turned away from the boy, who laid bruised and beaten. The smoke from the cigar clouded their view, but his message was clear.
"This kid's a waste a' time, fellas. Still can't purify the jet like we want it purified without some mumbo jumbo bullshit... I want him dead."
"Fuck yeah'! I'll enjoy this!"
"I haven't killed a guy in over three hours!"
"I'll get the plia-"
But the cigar-smoking demon gripped one of them by the throat to silence him, shaking his head.
"You didn't let me finish. I want him dead... and I want newbie over here to do it."
"What? Look uh'... I'm not sure if I-"
"Whassa' matter? You too chicken shit?"
"No... no, sir!"
"Take the ripper and cut him into pieces. Keep his torso and ass in one... dunno' what he did to Barry, but it'll be some consolation, hehe..."
From the tobacco mist a ripper was held out, and the kid raider grabbed it, shaking a little. His peers all stood around, jeering him on and laughing callously while he contemplated how he was going to do this and how he was going to live with it. Norman could barely see through the blood in his eyes and smoke in the air, and no did he care at this point; he just wanted them to finally kill him and for this nightmare to be over. The ripper roared proudly as it was turned on, and it's revving only made the sadists more excited. Jack would've been proud.
As the kid knelt down, holding the ripper in his hand, his worst fears were realised; not that he'd made the wrong choice in joining these men, not that he wasn't cut out for this, not that he'd be in Norman's place after this... he was right; there was someone out there, and who ever they were, they were sending leaden guardian angels that soared from over the horizon that struck down each of the monsters, one by one... first cigar-smoking man, then the handsome one and then the rest of the accursed devils began dropping in the immediate area. The kid raider was hit last and his blood scattered all around Norman, the ripper dropping by his side.
Some of them seemed to be dead, others seemed to be writhing in pain with fatal wounds. The boy picked himself up and the ripper as well, holding it loosely in his bruised hands. The ones that weren't dead were hiding, and Norman was the last of their worries right now. The cigar man was still alive, it seemed, blood pouring from his chest as he continued to puff on his Cuban delight.
"Huhh... you... you still wanna' know.. where that old man is.. right? Ya'.. ya' can't kill me if ya' still-"
Norman thrust the chainsaw into his throat, the rotating crocodile-esque teeth leaving his blood to fly every which way with a murky mist pouring from the hole in his chest and laceration in his throat like dragon's breath, and the boy laughed solemnly; he was free, but at what cost? Nevertheless, there was still the matter of Barry to deal with. The fat bastard had been sitting in the tent all this time nursing his bleeding eyes; he'd never seen Norman coming. The ripper revved loudly in his grip as he entered the tent, pumped full of anger, hatred and vengeance. Barry turned in the directions of the tent's flap, bewildered with blood-tears dripping from his eyes.
"B-b-b.. boss?"
The rotating teeth of his weapon seemed to grin almost as much as himself as he stood there. The servant was now the master, and the master was not happy...
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Post by Jackie on Mar 14, 2015 10:19:26 GMT -5
Yuki already had a sizable pit in her stomach before that point, and it would only grow steadily as she got onto her stomach and crawled up to Spectre's left side. The scene in the distance was a grim one, a bunch of grimy people gathered in a group beating on some other grimy person. When Spectre instructed her to cover her ears, Yuki would do as she was told, releasing her grip on her rifle and letting it lay at her side as she clamped her hands over her ears. As the masked man took aim with his alarmingly large rifle, Yuki found the anticipation of what was to come to be almost unbearable. Despite believing herself prepared for the shot, she'd nearly jump out of her skin when he pulled the trigger, the resulting gunshot unbelievably loud even with her ears covered like they were.
Another shot would follow, and another, and oddly enough it seemed there was more than one shooter given how fast the raiders were falling. Yuki had a hard time keeping the contents of her stomach down as she watched the unfolding carnage, she desperately wanted to look away or close her eyes, but as a pre-war person may have said, 'It was like watching a train wreck.', you wanted to look away, but something in your physique just wouldn't allow it. Before she knew it, the gunfire had stopped, but the horror hadn't. The boy, a bit older than Yuki from the looks of it, picked up the ripper one of them had been wielding, and made his way into the nearby tattered tent. Through the holes and tears in the material, she could barely make out another person within.
When it dawned on Yuki what the boy was doing, she was up and off like a shot towards the camp, not even bothering to grab her rifle before doing so. Any yells of protest from Spectre would have fallen on deaf ears as the girl sprinted full bore. Yuki was pretty fast, and she'd cover that distance with surprising speed, though by the time she reached the camp her lungs felt like they were on fire and her heart felt like it was going to pop right out of her chest. The teen would rush into the tent, hopefully before the boy did whatever he had it in his mind to do. If the deed wasn't already done, Yuki would try to grab onto his arm and pull him back, seemingly oblivious to the danger he posed to her with the ripper still in his hand. As she did this, Yuki would breathlessly yell a meager few words. "Don't do it! Please!"
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Post by Dizzy on Mar 14, 2015 11:24:15 GMT -5
"Fuck." Was the only word that Spectre mumbled as his cheek pressed hard against the frame of his rifle as he took aim, pulling back on the bolt to eject a spent shell only to push forward to feed in a new one. As Yuki ran near the tent his sights crossed over a large man through the holes in the material. Yuki was out of view, but the figure was much to large to be the girl that was just at his side, and he was not about to take the chance that the giant figure might not be a raider.
Spectres mind emptied itself of all thought as his breathing slowed down. And with the natural pause one has after exhaling a lung full of air, his finger squeezed the trigger.
The force of the combustion within the chamber sent dirt around the weapon to plume up slightly as the weapon roared, sending the thick lead projectile spinning out of the barrel and down into the camp.
The slug ripped through the tent and slammed into the man known as Barry. The projectile found its home into Barrys left shoulder blade, the kinetic energy of the round tearing apart his lungs and chest cavity. The slug exited out of the mans chest and buried itself into the hard dirt next to him, sending a large puff of debris to fly up into the air. The force of the impact threw the man to the floor and he laid there gasping for air like a fish out of water.
Spectre put both of his hands in the dirt and shoved himself back up onto his feet, and with his rifle as well as Yukis tightly secured onto his back he took off in a dead run toward the camp to gather Yuki.
Spectre was blinded with the thought of ensuring Yukis safety, and as he neared the tent another Raider was sneaking up on Yuki and the other boy. The Raider heard Spectre running and turned only to begin taking poorly aimed shots at the man. Spectre was out in the open, and his only option was to drop to a knee as he drew his .45 caliber side arm in protest, having some of the Raiders shots fly above his head, and one making contact with his left shoulder. Without acknowledging the wound due to it being a small round Spectre squeezed his own trigger three times, having two of his own slugs slam into the mans body and having one hit some crates off behind the now dying man.
Spectre stood from the knee, both hands on his sidearm that was now scanning the camp rapidly for anymore Raiders that were dumb enough to still be in the area.
"Yuki! My side right now!" The yell carried a mixed sound of worry and irritation.
The leather on his shoulder had slowed the round slightly, but not enough for the round to not embed itself slightly into his shoulder. Blood was slightly trickling from the wound as he waded further into the camp toward the tent.
"Yuki!"
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Post by aardvarklord on Mar 14, 2015 15:20:18 GMT -5
Murphy actually jumped with shock when the sound of the distant rifle split the wasteland, a round of his own firing and striking the former Barry, though definitely hardly anything compared to the other weapon's roar. Jesus, a standard 7.62 that monster was not! Not paying the thought any mind, he immediately turned his attention to the other raiders, who were by now up and moving as they searched for the source of that ear-splitting first shot. Gritting his teeth, he found a new target, a fellow scrambling for his assault rifle and looking to pepper that area. Three squeezes of the trigger, and three shots ripped through the man, the last finding home in his neck.
Not bothering to watch the fellow fall, he searched for a new target, but would lose his man just as he noticed the other two coming in at a full sprint towards the camp. SHIT! What were they DOING?! They were going to get themselves killed, as it was a fellow out of his line of sight seemed to be squeezing shots off at Skullface. He didn't bother keeping track of whether the man had been hit, but he was damn near certain that at best his armor had been nailed. Turning to look elsewhere, he would be just about to declare to himself that everyone was either dead or dying... when he noticed a fellow pop out of a barricade to the four o'clock of Skull, a baseball-sized object in his hand. Immediately a quartet of shots ripped into the man and the object fell down alongside him, then a few moments later the grenade exploded and sent a cloud of red into the air around him.
At this point Murphy assumed all of the raiders were dead (not aware whether or not Barry was still alive), and would begin heading for the camp, switching his rifle for his old SMG. He had no intent of approaching the two closely or pointing the gun at them, rather keeping it lowered and to the side like a good soldier on the move, but he wanted to get his fingers and get out. That big gun had to get attention to something in the area, and while he suspected they handled any human threat immediately close by, he didn't want to be here if/when a yao gui or deathclaw decided to investigate.
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Post by Endicott on Mar 14, 2015 18:25:35 GMT -5
Norman thought of all the times that Barry had taken him, all the times he'd beaten him, all the times he'd scarred him... and holding the ripper empowered him. Just as he stepped his foot forward, a cry from behind him startled him, his entire body seeming to shudder and ripple as he swung the ripper around, thinking perhaps one of the raiders had got to him in the carnage... but no. Fate laughed at him by sending some kid to hang from his arm and beg him not to do this. Like Romeo said, "O, I am fortune's fool!".
He stopped the ripper from shredding her just in time and she screamed to him again. "Don't do it! Please!"...
Norman just ignored this; Barry was beyond any redemption, and stopping him would be a service to humanity. The ripper revved, cackling and grinning, as Norman approached the obese piece of shit. Upon getting close, he immediately dug the saw into his eye and put the power on high, blinding him. As he held on his face and screamed into his hands, he bent down and laid against the ground as he began trying to saw through his perinium; he would feel Norman's pain. But then his lung seemed to explode, the bullet missing Norman but sending Barry skidding over, leaving him breathless like a blubbering beached whale. From nowhere, another bullet hit his fat carcass and splattered his cranium all over the tent's walls... justice had not been served here. Barry's suffering was quick and minor, Norman's was constant and sharp.
He ran for the outside of the tent and spread his arms outwards, the ripping having been left on the tent's floor. His screeching was immeasurable and his anguish unfathomable.
"Kill me! Kill me, you fucks! KIIIIIIIIIILL MEEEEEEEEEE!"
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Post by Stelpher on Mar 14, 2015 23:35:17 GMT -5
Do you ever come across obstacles that are so small and insignificant, and yet so incredibly hard to move? This was one of those situations Kirra thought to herself, as she tried to tear open the ammunition box. She'd been picking locks for six years. Six fucking years! And she was stumped by a fucking box of bullets. After her third attempt, she had accidentally broken the lock. Normally she'd just move on. Mistakes happen. But dammit she wanted to know what was in this box! With a growl of frustration, she threw it to the dirt, stomped it a few times and began walking again.
"Was probably something stupid anyways." She mumbled, moving through the burnt out husk of a building one final time. A few chems, two 10mm mags and nothing else of value. She sighed. Today was going to be a long day. She started moving on her way back to Rivet City, and before long she started hearing shots. Nearby shots. She knew there was a Raider camp close by, but these didn't sound like Raider weapons. She decided to investigate.
It had taken Kirra a good minute or two of sprinting to get there, but she managed fine. She took a second to breath, then observed the camp from a distance. Seems like most of the Raiders were dead or dying. There were three individuals in one building, as well as two individuals sniping from outside.
'Correction, two in the building, looks like the third met an untimely end.' She watched on for a moment, taking the moment for a swig of whiskey, her drink of choice. Sadly it seemed that swig was to be the last, and she discarded it on the ground below her before strolling into the camp. She didn't try to hide herself, her Riot armor would have made it difficult anyways. She finally made her way to the center of the encampment, passing numerous Raider corpses as she went. She felt a dull thud into the shoulder of her armor, and saw one Raider unlucky enough to have survived, laying on the ground with a pistol raised. He tried to fire off more shots, but in response received the deafening click of an empty clip.
"Sorry man, just not your day today." She said, strolling over to him. She looked down upon him and tried to pity him, but couldn't quite bring herself to do it. Instead she rested her foot on his face, then slowly brought her knee up. A young man came screaming out of one the buildings, followed by a younger girl, with a horrified look on her face. Kirra then thrust her leg downwards, the Raiders skull splattering across the floor beneath her.
"Kill me! Kill me, you fucks! KIIIIIIIIIILL MEEEEEEEEEE!" The boy, probably a year or two younger than Kirra, screamed out.
The poor kid looked terrible, and Kirra took a few cautious steps towards him, hand held it out in a gesture of peace.
"Hey kid, calm down. It's going to be alright. The Raiders are all dead. You're going to be alright." She put an arm softly on his shoulder.
Kirra took a moment to look examine the situation she now found herself. The young girl who had been inside was now violently purging her gut, and where were the two snipers she had heard earlier? Oh well, she'd get to that when it came.
This kid looked like shit, an obvious Raider captive. He probably needed a doctor to, but Kirra was in no way one of those. Instead she pulled her pack from her back, digging through for the chems she found earlier.
"It's not much, but this should dull the pain, and hopefully calm you down a bit." She said, handing him two Stimpaks and a syringe of Med-X. She then swung her pack back on, drawing her shotgun.
"Hey kid, you alright?" She asked the girl, still settling her gut. She didn't look injured, so that would have to do. "Keep an eye on the boy for a minute will you? I need to be ready to fill anyone with a spike on their clothes with shot."
And now, now she had to play the waiting game. She should have ignored those gunshots. She could be nearly halfway back to Rivet City by now.
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Post by Jackie on Mar 15, 2015 0:11:25 GMT -5
Despite her best efforts and her pleas, the boy would not be persuaded from the dark task he had it set in his mind to do, and a 5 foot girl not even breaking 100 pounds wasn't going to be enough to stop him. Yuki would eventually be shrugged off, and before she could try to interfere again, he'd jammed the revved up weapon into the obese man's face, eliciting the most horrific shrieks and screams that Yuki had ever heard out of a human being. The teen could do little more than look on in horror, hands over her mouth as blood sprayed every which way, dousing the boy heavily, though she was fortunately far away enough to not get splattered.
It was too much, whatever had been clenching in her stomach had decided it was going to come up, and be damned if she could stop it from doing so. Yuki would tear herself from the gory scene and rush outside of the tent, falling to her hands and knees just a few feet to the side of the entrance before vomiting onto the ground. So caught up in the physical sickness caused by what she'd seen was she, that the teen was completely oblivious to the follow up gunshots that would end up ending the obese man's life before the boy's ripper did. It made her regret going with the masked man, made her regret asking him to take her to Rivet City, she just couldn't get the mental image of what had just happened out of her mind.
After the last of the vomiting subsided, Yuki would flop over to a sitting position, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, just in time for the boy to rush outside and scream for someone to kill him. Yuki would do nothing, she'd merely look on as her stomach tried to convulse once more, a few tears sliding down her cheeks in the process. She even remained oblivious as some random woman came into view, going to the boy and attempting to comfort him. It was only when the woman addressed her directly that Yuki would be pulled from her little trance. She'd nod her head when asked if she was alright, but the kid was far from alright at the moment, she just wanted to be away from this place. Yuki wouldn't even respond to the woman's request to look after the boy, too busy wiping at her tears and trying to reign in her emotions.
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