Authors Note: So this little story has been in my head for a damn good while, figured I'd finally type it out! This is gonna be a shorter story compared to my normal writings. Just a random little fic I wanted to write. This fic will only be about maybe four of five chapters long. This story is based on Pandora out in the dust. Features Handsome Jack/ Maya. Never paired these two up, but figured I'd give it a whirl. Not canon really. This story includes violence, cults, blood and gore, sex, dub-con, lots of smut and overall weirdness.
Skag Shit
The vehicle jolted suddenly and pretzels spilled onto down onto the metal flooring, cracking into little pieces.
Jack crumbled the near empty bag angrily.
"FOR FUCKS SAKE COULD YOU KEEP THIS THING STEADY!?" Jack bellowed from his cushioned seat at the back of the vehicle, his voice rumbling up through the cab to the two drivers.
"S-sorry sir...the terrain isn't exactly the smoothest" The pilot stuttered looking at his co-pilot fearfully.
Jack growled angrily and threw the rest of the pretzels aside annoyed.
"Fucking incompetent idiots..." He muttered under his breath irritably slumping down in his chair.
He spun the seat around and propped his feet up on the counter to his right.
Maybe it was the four days in tight quarters with the two drivers as his only company that was driving him up the wall. He leaned his head back and groaned.
There had to be a better way to travel across Pandora.
Oh yeah...there was.
By fucking train.
Trains are wonderful and fast and have living quarters.
But he was advised against traveling by train because it was "too risky".
Too open for a bandit raid.
And so he was stuck with these two idiots in a disguised bandit technical.
The fucking CEO of Hyperion and he had to ride in a bandit vehicle look-alike. It was downright wrong. And he was going to take up every chance he could to express his displeasure for the whole ordeal.
They were halfway across the barren wastelands of The Dust.
Jack looked out through the bullet proof glass peep-hole window and watched the dusty hills whip by as they trekked through the landscape.
The big tires of the car kicked up a billowing trail of dust behind them, like smoke from a bonfire.
The AC in the vehicle was blasting and still the fearsome heat from the Pandora sun was still seeping through.
Jack moaned impatiently and reached his arms backward up over his head, stretching slowly.
He was used to traveling in much more style than this.
And he was very insistent on throwing a damn fit about it.
Jack tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair irritably. There was absolutely nothing to keep him from going out of his mind in this little cramped tin can.
Stuck in close quarters with these two idiots. They weren't any fun. Always answering him with frightened little "yes sir" "no sir" answers. They acted like kicked dogs in the shadow of his presence.
But he guessed that was appropriate seeing as he was the Hyperion overlord. A small smile crept across his thin lips. It was only right that they fear him. They best fear him. He could have their tiny little heads squashed in with the snap of a finger if he so chose. He may do so yet.
They had been unusually annoying on this trip. Maybe when they got back to opportunity he'd have them both killed.
He let himself dabble in rich thoughts of creative ways to kill the two bastards when they got back and it brought chuckles to his body.
He could have them ripped apart by loaders...or burnt alive possibly?
Oooo burnt alive would be nice.
Hell they'd have a regular Barbecue when they got to Hyperion headquarters.
Jack shivered at the thought.
He pressed his fingers together deviously.
Oh yes burnt alive for sure.
Just as Jack was letting himself relish in the thought of burning the two morons, his ears were suddenly met by a deafening roar outside the vehicle.
He looked up, eyes narrowed.
The two pilots looked at each other in confusion, scouting the landscape for the origin of the sound.
"What the fuck was-" The pilot started but was cut off mid sentence as something slammed into the side of the car.
It hit like a freight train.
The technical flipped through the air, crashing to the ground in a mass of flying parts.
The vehicles slid to a halt against a cliff, upside-down and smoking.
A lone tire bounced off into the dunes, partially on fire.
And everything was still once more.
Jack groaned, pain searing through his jolted body.
He lifted up on his elbows, head spinning trying to get his bearings. He could feel some sort of liquid running down his forehead, pooling beneath his mask.
"Fuck..." He cursed weakly.
His eyes flicked up to the cab of the vehicle.
One man's neck was slashed completely open, his head dangling backward, held on by just a flap of skin and muscle. The windshield had been the culprit. Shattering in large jagged pieces, cutting his neck open in the crash.
The other man was still moving, somewhat, making pained little moaning noises.
Jack coughed, and he tasted blood on his lip.
He wiped it away with the back of his hand and tried to move. He was shaken, but nothing felt broken.
And then he could hear nosies outside the crashed technical.
Whatever had run them down...was still there, and coming closer.
He could hear the crunch of sand underneath feet, didn't sound like boots of any kind. Didn't sound...human.
Jack lay still, his muscles seizing up, his breath coming in short shallow pants.
He could hear it breathing.
A low, rumbling sound that reverberated up through Jack's ears.
Jack's eyes flicked to the somehow still intact peep hole window right next to his face.
The breathing was getting closer...he could see the start of a large, scaled muzzle before a heavy snort fogged the window.
Jack jumped at the suddenness of it.
He scrambled backward behind the overturned chair.
He pressed his back against it hard, his heart thumbing in his ears, pounding like a drum. He patted his hip frantically.
Where the fuck was his gun?
It must have come loose during the crash.
He cursed under his breath.
There was the thumping sound of two feet hitting the ground just outside the cab.
And then...there were voices.
"You think anybodies alive in there?" One gruff voice asked.
"I dunno, wouldn't think so seeing how hard you hit the fucking thing. We are supposed to be collecting men alive you half wit." Snarled another voice.
The sound of boots shuffling in the sand rounded the car to the windshield.
Jack could just barely see out the cab through a small sliver between the chair and the wall.
A thin man crouched down on his hands and knees.
He was wearing shoulder armor, and knee armor, then some kind of armored flap around his waist, but what was most distracting about his attire was...his mask.
He wore a massive armored mask, spikes coming out in all directions, the holes where his eyes and mouth was were painted with white circles. The white paint decorated the unarmored parts of his body, the pieces where there was only sun tanned skin. He wore a necklace of teeth...they looked to be human, around his muscled neck.
Jack shuddered.
They were cannibals.
They had to be.
This was just his damned luck.
This wouldn't have happened if he had traveled by fucking train.
The man ducked into the wreckage and observed the man with his neck sliced open.
"Awe hell this ones dead." He scoffed grabbing the man's hanging head and ripping it the rest of the way off.
He tossed the head out the cab window.
"We'll let the boys have this one." He mused grabbing the rest of his body as if it weighed nothing and tossing that out too.
As soon as the body hit the ground, there was the sound of hammering feet.
Two massive alpha Skags were on the deceased man's body in seconds flat.
They tore him open, jaws tearing bone from flesh. They dragged his organs out, growling and shuffling, bickering over the most tender pieces. Another man walked casually past the two beasts feeding and approached the vehicle also.
"You know it aint right to make those two share." The man commented seeming to be worried about the two Skags.
"Oh they'll be fine. Little fightin' over scraps aint hurtin either of them." The masked man mused.
The second man was scrawnier. His armored mask was slightly different, less spikes decorated its form, but the same white war paint covered his body.
The thicker man craned his neck over the second moaning pilot.
He kicked him out of his balled position and the pilot screamed at the impact of the man's boot into his ribs.
"His ribs are busted. Most likely got internal bleeding. Aint gunna live through the night." The man grumbled.
"You see what you did? Now we don't got nothing to show to mother. She's gunna be pissed if we come back empty handed." The man moaned thrusting his arms out annoyed.
The thinner man winced at his words.
"Well I didn't know it'd flip the car. Didn't mean to ram it that hard!" He complained.
Jack tried to lessen his breathing as much as possible.
He tried not to make a single sound. If they thought the crew was dead, they would eventually leave, and he could make a break for the nearest catch-a-ride station.
He gritted his teeth as he heard them dragging the man out of the shattered windshield.
"N-no...NO PLEASE!" The pilot yelled in panic.
He thrashed weakly against the fists that held him.
Jack could see him wrenching and he vomited onto the sand at the sight of the other man's ripped apart carcass.
He spat out more pleas through the sounds of gagging.
Begging them for mercy.
He was still alive when they fed him to the two beasts.
His screams echoed in Jack's ears, ringing through his head.
They were thick screams, wet with blood and vomit and fluid.
He could hear the ripping of flesh, the cracking of bone, the snarls of the animals, and the screams stopped.
He'd heard many men scream before death...but he had never heard a man get torn apart by beasts.
It made his skin crawl.
He swallowed hard and tried to scoot back farther into his little hiding place. As his back hit the wall his foot shuffled against the flooring trying to get grip...and slipped knocking into a pile of boxes.
They tumbled to the floor with a crash.
Jack froze.
He could see the thicker man perk up his head.
He was already starting back toward the vehicle.
Jack could almost feel the color drain from his face behind his mask.
The man grabbed the chair and flung it aside with a heavy, vicious hand.
Jack's eyes were bathed in light as the chair was thrown aside.
He squinted in the brightness, but was quickly shaded from it as the man came forth, his large shadow casting over Jack's form.
The man stood there, still and unmoving. Jack could see the whites of his eyes behind the mask, his large pupils staring down at him.
And then there was laughter.
It rumbled up from the wild man, rattling in his chest.
"Well, well...looky what we have here." He chuckled viciously.
"How you doing there...Handsome Jack?" The man whispered, venom dripping over his jaws.
Oh what a way to go out.
Eaten by fucking skags.
The great Handsome Jack would be skag shit in a matter of hours.
Great.
Just fucking great.
"Oh I'm doing just lovely, peach." Jack snarled sarcastically.
"Oh...mother is gunna love this." The masked man growled clearly amused with the situation.
Jack spit in the direction of the man.
Jack couldn't see it, but he knew he was frowning behind his mask.
Hell...he wasn't going out without a fucking fight.
Jack launched forward, tackling into the bigger male.
They tumbled backward, the stray shards of glass digging into the wild man's back. He bellowed with pain and tried to push Jack off of him.
Jack threw as many punches as he could possibly get in, in a matter of seconds. He knew the wild man's buddy would be there to help in moments, he had to get in a few damn good blows.
Jack's perfect hair fell in his face, disheveled with all the commotion.
His knuckles were bloody from punching at the man's throat but sometimes missing and pounding the armor instead.
Suddenly the masked man's arm jabbed forward, grabbing Jack by the throat.
His big palm was strong, stronger than Jack had expected.
It crushed against his windpipe and Jack scrambled for breath.
He shoved Jack off him and slammed him against the wall.
He ran his hand down his bleeding throat.
"You fucking bastard!" He bellowed at Jack.
Jack's eyes flicked toward the broken windshield, the only escape route...the two massive Skags were still snapping up scraps of what had once been two men.
He couldn't run, he'd only be face with those two things.
He'd rather deal with the masked man.
Suddenly he caught a hard blow to the jaw.
Jack slumped down a little, seeing stars, his vision coming blurry to him now.
With his bell rung, he couldn't hope to do much more fighting against the primal other male.
The man rubbed his fist soothingly, he'd caught it against the sharp hinge of Jack's mask leaving it gaping and bleeding.
"Now...are you gunna come quiet princess?" The man hissed.
Jack tried to form a snarky answer but his brain was too scrambled to even hope to make any kinds of words.
He just sat there dazed.
The man grabbed him and pushed him into the ground, holding him there with his heavy boot.
He grabbed a length of rope off his belt and lashed Jack's wrists together harshly. He tightened the restraints far more than he really needed too. Jack winced.
The man tied Jack's ankles as well and then grabbed him by the feet.
He hauled him through the car, right through the pool of blood left behind by the dead pilot. Jack could feel the sticky liquid seeping through his clothing.
The man dragged him out into the daylight.
The sun was instantly beating down on Jack. He closed his eyes to shield them from the sudden brightness.
This was it.
This was how the end of Handsome Jack would come.
Jack could smell the blood in the air, the pools of it staining the soft sand.
The smaller man approached now, walking not exactly like a human, more animal like...fingers nearly dragging the ground as he hunched.
"Is that...Handsome Jack?" He whispered keeping his distance from the thicker man's new find.
"You're damn right it is. And I'm bringing him to mother. She's gunna be so damn proud of me." The thicker man chimed darkly.
"Bringing me home to mom already? But this is only the first date." Jack heaved from the ground his voice coming out cracked and shaky.
The big man scowled down at Jack from behind his mask.
He gave Jack a hard kick in the gut and Jack curled into a ball with a groan of deep pain.
"Shut up worm." He scoffed down at the crumpled man.
The smaller man was cackling uncontrollably.
"Mother is gunna be so proud of us. She's gunna shower us with praise." He laughed crazed with amusement.
Jack furrowed his eyebrows together.
Who the fuck was this "mother"...whoever birthed these two ugly fucks had to be something to be admired...and not in the good way.
He cringed at the thought.
The smaller man clapped his hands together stupidly, laughing louder now.
Oh jeez this guy was short a few crayons to his box, Jack thought irritably.
The sand was burning against his exposed arms, the sun was already overwhelmingly hot as it bore down on his back.
The thicker man whistled and the bigger of the two alpha Skags lifted its head blood dripping lazily from it's massive jaws.
It gave a chiming little roar and came galloping over to his side.
Jack hadn't noticed that the big beasts were decorated with saddles and gear before. He was too overwhelmed by them eating his workers to really pay attention to the details of the creatures.
The beast bowed its front haunches and allowing the man access to its back.
The wild man grabbed Jack roughly and hoisted him onto the back of the Skag, proceeding to tie him down like he was nothing more than cargo. The hard leather of the saddle bit into Jack's back as the wild man tied him down tighter, roping the ties around him to ensure he would stay put.
Jack growled obscenities under his breath.
How dare they treat him like this.
Oh as soon as his Hyperion fucks got wind that he was missing these heathens would have hell and a half to pay.
The brutish man thrust his boot into the stirrup and swung his thick leg over the beast's back.
The smaller man was already saddled up, the creature swinging it's head and making little sounds of impatience.
The man gave the great monster a kick in the ribs and slapped the reigns against it's massive neck. It lurched forward, back legs propelling it forward.
Jack's head jolted back against the creatures spiked hind hip, and he cursed loudly.
Now on top of it all he had a pounding head to add to the list.
This just was not his fucking day...
He sighed loudly.
The rocking of the Skags body made sure Jack felt every bump, every motion, the saddled digging into his spine harshly.
He ground his teeth together with every impact. This was just humiliating. Strapped down like some trophy kill.
He craned his neck to look at the other Skag as it paced itself just ahead of the beast he was strapped to. It's feet kicked up a constant cloud of billowing dust. Jack was pretty sure he'd still be shaking sand out of his hair for weeks. Not to mention he'd swallowed enough of the stupid stuff to call it a full meal.
Who the fuck would want to live out here anyway?
It was the best impersonation of a hell that he had ever seen.
It was hot, and miserable and hardly seemed to be capable of sustaining any sort of life...and yet bandit scum clung to this place like flies to a corpse. They bred and thrived and it was utterly disgusting.
The whole thing made Jack sick to his stomach.
Fucking Pandora….