Borderlands Fanfic

Contains OC

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Mordecai was more bored than ever. His so-called "friends" were gone. He didn't think of them as friends. Just human shields, at the very most. They were the least bit helpful, and sometimes even got in the way. They were good for extra healing vials. 'That's about it,' Mordecai said aloud, knowing no one would hear him. He was starting to get miserable on Pandora. He was already bored of it, but now he started to hate it.

The conversation that made them leave him for dead in the desert was over a matter of thirty bucks. "I don't want to think about this right now," he thought himself. The desert sun seemed to get hotter every step he took. He looked up at the sky, which looked almost white, due to the brightness of the two suns Pandora withheld. Mordecai was getting too hot with his mask on, so he checked o make sure no one was watching him, and took it off. He found a sturdy rock and decided to take a rest. "I've been walking for hours," he thought. His dreads behind him hung over the side of the rock he leaned against. He wiped his forehead of the sweat. He knew it was getting late, and he couldn't wait until the suns finally went down. He closed his eyes a minute, and tried to rest. He was in the open, so he kept his beloved sniper rifle beside him at all times. "God damn it's hot." He whispered to himself.

About ten minutes later, Mordecai heard a loud blast from the distance. H didn't think much of it. It was always happening. It echoed, and then a scream sounded from the same direction. A bandit was shot.

He bolted up and toward the direction the gunshot and scream came from. As he came closer, he heard more gunshots, more screams, then laughter. Laughter? Great, a mad man. What was he doing going towards it if there was a mad man? Whatever. He wanted to help someone for once, instead of taking one glance then shooting them between the eyes. He started panting as he ran faster to the sound. While he ran, he tried to put his mask back on. When it was on, it stuck to his face. "It's too hot for this shit," he said aloud. He finally stopped running when he saw the mask of a bandit poking from behind a barricade. The sound of laughter emitted from behind a rectangular pole as it shot a bullet at the showing part of the bandit's head.

The blood and brain matter splattered onto his shoes. "Ick," he whispered. He decided to pitch in and help the person. There were a lot of bandits. He raises the scope up to his eye, and sniped the arm of a bandit clean off. Then he finished him by shooting him the neck.

The person behind the pole started to clear out the bandits Mordecai couldn't get to. He finally headshot the last one and stood up. He walked over slowly to the pole with his secondary weapon drawn. A young woman, who looked about the siren's age, stepped out from beside it. "Sup?"

Mordecai said, "Nice shootin'." And walked the other way. She was a tomboy, Mordecai could tell. She had shoulder length black hair, with blue tips. She was a tall thin frame much like him. Her clothes were a blood-stained grey shirt with a black leather vest. Her legs were taped black skin-tight shorts and black boots. She had a bullet belt, and a sniper rifle. She masked her face like him, but her mask was a bit more feminine.

"You're just gonna walk away, tough guy?" She said sarcastically. Her voice seemed deep, for a girl anyway. He stopped and turned around. "That was the plan," Mordecai replied with a hint of sarcasm himself. She smiled and put her hands on her hips. He walked slightly closer and said, "Mordecai. You?" She sighed. "Hunter." "Really?" Mordecai replied catching the coincidence with her name and profession. "Yep." She said with the tomboy showing this time. "That's what the boys call me."

'The boys'? What does that mean? Mordecai gave her a confused look. "The bandits." She said. "They know me by the blue tips. They hate me too. It's funny, y'know." Mordecai nodded. The bandits must hate him too. It was impossible to count how many he's killed in the past few months. "Well," she started. "I can't keep traveling alone. Near been killed dozens o' times. Wanna come with me?"

Hunter had never held true with groups or partners, but she felt she could get along with Mordecai. She felt a connection with him, thought of him as a friend already. "Sure. Not Like I got any shit to do." Hunter glanced down to Mordecai's shoes and handed him a napkin. "Ick," she muttered. He giggled and started wiping his shoe.

The sun was finally starting to set, and the air got cooler. They had spent an hour or two talking, after all if they were gonna travel together, they might as well know each other. For once in months, Mordecai felt happy. He wasn't depressed or angry anymore. There was just something about Hunter's sarcastic personality that cheered him up. Every once in a while, Hunter had to shoot a skag when they interrupted their conversation. She'd always shoot it square down the throat. She said "Ew, what does that taste like?"

The sunset was finally finished painting the sky, and that was all Hunter could stare at for ten minutes. "You, like sunsets or something?" Mordecai waved his hand in front of her face. She slapped his hand out of the way so she could keep staring at the sunset. She was basically blind from her outside view now, so Mordecai could examine her. He tried to see her eyes through her purple goggles. Unlike Mordecai's, her mask didn't go over her head. It wrapped just around her forehead and eyes, just enough to hide her identity.

Since her goggles her just transparent enough to stare through them, he could make out the shape of her left eye. He couldn't tell the color, but she had long eyelashes and a pretty shape. Mordecai finally got bored and said, "Wanna go find a place to sleep for the night?" She said, "Yeah, uh huh".

Mordecai stood up and pushed his gun up on his back. He started to walk and Hunter followed loyally behind him. She yawned, and Mordecai smiled. It was good to have someone with him after all this time, someone visible anyway. They searched for a safe place in the building for about half an hour. They finally found a calm room that wasn't half destroyed. Hunter immediately nestled into a corner and said, "Night, Mordecai."

Mordecai tried to find a comfortable place to rest, but not before he boarded up the doors and windows. He took the first shift, so he had to wake up Hunter at midnight. But now it's only nine, so it's gonna be a long night.

Midnight finally came, and Mordecai shook Hunter's shoulder to wake her up. "Midnight?" She said squinting. "Yep." Mordecai replied. She sat up and picked up Mordecai's revolver. "I'm using this for my guard duty."

Mordecai smiled and shook his head. "Whatever."