I do not own the characters, they belong to Gearbox productionns. Just my flair on who I like.
This is my first time writing something like this so please any feedback is welcome.
The sun rose with exceptional beauty through the slag lakeside view of his two story apartment. The air was crisp from the slightly open balcony window and smelling of bacon and cooked spinich. Glancing over at the bedside clock, reading 8:03a, he notices the short glass of orange juice and asprain. Reaching over and downing both. We see our hero begrudgingly removing the black and white checkerboard covers and sitting up. He sat there a moment wondering why his head felt like it was swimming through a lake in the caustic caverns, it dawn on them Salvador was an evil man.
Stumbling towards a vault door with a key pad on it, perpendicular to the bed, he punches in the code "K1tt3ns". The sound of tumblers fall and a suction noise is faintly heard. A large, well orginized bunker like room is revealed. The walls are lined with different skinned sniper rifles and pistols.
A glimmer of satisfaction flashes across his face at the sight of this. In the back of the room, next to another door, circular pad on the floor, a rectangular touch screen in front of it. He steps on the pad, types around on the screen and the pad starts filling with a thick liquid grey substance that pools at his feet. It begins to ungulate and move up his body. Moving from his ancles to his thighs, passed the waist to his chest, Stoping at the top of his kneck. The liquid solidified into a streamlined black and orange leather tactical suit.
His head began to clear like sunshine cutting through fog. His body rushed with endorphins momentarily. The nanites had begun repairing the damage done by last night's celebration. He thought, who knew saving pandora would make people wa nt to drink so much? I usually only drink when I miss my target... and they call me weird.
Finally feeling sane, he walked downstairs to meet the woman cooking the aroma that was filling his nostrils. He turned the corner and saw a half naked woman wearing nothing but an apron and blue lace underwear.
"What's more satisfying,
the smell of sausage in the morning,
or the sight of you?"
"You know we really gotta fix that voice box of yours. Its like I was telling a one armed bandit last week,'flattery will only get you so far'. He kept begging for me to reattach it but I told him 'finders keepers!".
Patricia said striding over, "I love the poetry but you have to quit at some point. With all of your brains, you are far too intelligent to speak sophomoric haikus and just calculating the trajectory of a .50 bullet over 50 meters in a split second"
She wraps her arms around his neck, and he replies, "that may be a fact, but I didn't hear you complain when you requested me to dismember him from 3 miles away."
She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. A tingling sensation runs up the nape of his kneck as he pulls her closer with his hand on the small of her back.
"Well mister, aren't you frisky?"
Something started to smoke right behind her on the stove. Frantically, she jumped out of his arms and ran past the island countertop to the stove.
"Our omlet! Damn it! I went to the market extra early to get fresh Rak eggs and spinach. I had to fight ellie over the bear claws ou're eyeballing over there. She may be puking for a week but I did call 'dibs"
She plated the browned purple eggs, sprinkled with green and topped it with diced Nexus tomatoes. It looked like a picture perfect, bacon eggs, oranges, and toast.
He looked at her with a genuin grin going ear to ear.
How is this my life? Two years ago I was a solitary assassin with no attachments and now on the hunt for a perfect kill... now I'm married? Sworn to lay down my life for another.
I have more ideas just wondering if I should continue or not. Please let me know in the reviews. This was fun