Hi there. Your about to read my first fan-fic so hope you enjoy. I've double checked but there's bound to be some mistakes, so just message me or something. Thank you and enjoy dis shiz dat I worted…..damn it.
Pandora's Child
Chapter 1
Dreary and unstable, all he could remember was his mother passing him the gun and screaming to run. A boy twelve years young, one hand to shield his eyes and another gripping the revolver, drifted though the dust. The bandits were nothing, all they could do was take two steps before their heads exploded from his fathers' sniper, but that all went to shit when Hyperion came. They just didn't have the firepower to cope.
Remembering what his father and brothers taught him the boy managed to survive for nearly two weeks now, skag meat was harsh and the water was more dirt and bandit piss than water but that's all Pandora has to offer. But now he was lost in the dust. He'd managed to sneck and hide from bandits before, even got into one of their camps and stole ammunition, but out in the vast plain dust half blind, no food or water with bandit caravans looking for anyone to kill he was a walking corpse. He could see their head lights in the distance and turned to go another way.
"….They'll come here soon…" He thought. The boy pushed that from his mind, "don't think about that" he said aloud and tightened the grip on his gun.
He was close to giving up when he heard it.
"THIS IS WHERE CARS LIVE COME GET YOU ONE"
"….What the fu…."
"COME ON DON'T BE SHY NOW, CATCH-A- RIIIIIIIDE!"
Through the dust, faint but there, the boy saw the glow of a catch-a-ride screen. Once the boy and his three older brothers snuck outta town to use one, Fowler the eldest had even shown him how to drive, but that was years ago and so much has happened since. The boy stumbled towards the station. If he could just get a car he'd drive away from here. The boy looked at the screen eyes stinging from dust. Deploying the car was easy, driving it would be the problem.
"Which turret? Machine gun…which colour? Who cares?"
From across the station, through that dust, bandit Carson saw the faint eight bit glow of a car being spawned. Carson and his caravan bandits had ruled the dust roads for some time now, pecking at the scraps other more dangerous bandits would leave. Whenever some unfortunate loner or small group passes their way, it's like Christmas to them. Carson focused on where he'd seen the faint lights.
"BOYS! Someone's catching a ride, GO KILL'EM!"
The boy could see their headlights shifting his way, no time to lose. He jumped to the divers seat pushed the ignition button then stopped.
"Damn it! How to you drive this thing?"
The boy closed his eye trying to remember the happier days when his brother showed him how to drive. He reached for the lever on his left and pushed it forward. The car clunked and spat underneath him. The bandits were getting closer, the boy could now hear their engines roaring and their blood thirsty screams. Ten more seconds and they'd be on top of him. What's was next? Engine on, push into drive…..what now? There were two peddles on the floor, one with go and one with stop. This looked a lot simpler than when he was a kid. He slammed the go peddle, the car shot forward too fast for the kid to control. The car swerved left to right knocking him side to side. The boy smacked against the side winding him. Eyes stinging, from whips of dust, ribs aching, hungry and tired the boy used his last ounce of strength to grip the wheel and try to gain control. He had gain some distance from the bandits, but not enough. If he kept his headlight off and found somewhere to hide the bandits should lose him in the dust storm. Luckily there were a pile of boulders and rocks close by, he took a chance and drove behind them, turned off the engine and waited and prayed to whatever deity Pandora could offer.
He saw them approaching, cowering like the lost puppy he was he wet himself in fear.
"Please don't see me, please don't see me."
The boy would normally be shamed by such a weak display of his character, but there were bigger things to think about. He could hear their engines clear now, they sped past with incredible speed.
"THIS WAY BOYS!" was all he heard.
….They were gone but that didn't stop the boy from staying, completely still, crying for a long time. He closed his eyes and remembered his farther. He'd have no trouble killing those bandits. Tears ran down his cheeks, huddled like a baby in his urine socked seat.
"Never again" He said, anger being his motive "Never again."
He looked at his revolver, studied and caressed it lovingly. His last piece of home. The name "Jakob's" was engraved on the handle, that would be his new name, no more clinging on to his haunted past.
Jacob started his car and drove calmly, feeling a new confidence in himself and his new identity. He took the road in the opposite direction of the bandits.
No more innocence, no more 'the boy'. Pandora had taken that for herself.
Now Pandora's child.
Synopsis of chapter two
Pandora can do many things to you.
Jacob liked this part, his hair dishevelled his eyes burning and wild. The boy remained no more. He grabbed Hayward by the throat. First they always beg and cry, then the reason with you, then they die.
Jacob took out his knife and licked his lips. This was the part, right now. He slid his knife slowing into Hayward's chest, Hayward too much in pain to make a sound. All he could do was mine the pain through his eyes, open wide to scream silently.
"God how I love that face." Jacob smirked, his sick pleasure subsided, for now.
