Author Note- I've seen Mad Max: Fury Road in the movies four times and I just had to write something about one of the characters. I pretty much loved them all, but Nux showed up in one of my dreams so I figured i'd write about him. This story goes off just my memory of the movie, along with the Mad Max Wikia. I have seen the older three movies, but they will never play a part in this story. Set a few years before Fury Road. I hope to update at least once a month, but I am busy with college and work.
As the wind kicked up the surrounding sand, everyone in the Citadel has noticed the unusually extreme weather. Far off at the end of the horizon, giant storms could be seen stirring about. The temperature itself seemed to be constantly rising at a steady rate. With the little water provided, and the increasing temperature, many of the wretched at the Citadel would surely perish from dehydration along with their already horrible health.
Although inside the rock towers of the Citadel were quite cooler, it was still unusually warm and not only the war boys were noticing it, but Immortan Joe himself. The only unaffected people were possibly Immortan Joes wives, as they were held in the deepest cavern of the towers.
Splashing some of the aqua cola that he hoarded for himself on his face, Immortan Joe decided this weather was getting out of hand, and that the storms should be checked in case they might come close enough to the Citadel for comfort. Using a rag, he wiped off the remaining drips of aqua cola on his face, making sure not to make a mess of the left over clay makeup he had on.
He grabbed a nearby spyglass and peered inside while facing the other end out the nearest window with the best view of the storms. The horizon was full of red, purple, and extreme yellow. The storm was huge, and it wasn't just wind. Every few seconds the sand would like up a neon blue indicating that inside the sand storm was also a giant lightning storm.
"sss..Rictus! " His mask hissed and he bellowed for his youngest son to come forward.
Heavy footsteps rushed behind him as an indicator that Rictus was present.
"Prepare the war boys, collect everything needed for a speech to the wretched… I will be there soon.. do not keep me waiting Rictus." He sighed heavy but his voice was still full of threat, although Rictus ignored it. He turned sharply and briskly walked out almost to a jog, not wanting to upset his dad by keeping him waiting. He ran with obvious thrill, his inside in a frenzy. Although it was no war, it excited him to his core. War boys would more than likely die, and if going into hostile territory, it could turn brutal.
A few of the chosen war boys started to prepare to leave, enthralled at being chosen to scout out the storm.
Entering a dark room, lit blue by a small hole in the ceiling, Nux looked hungrily at the sight of the steering wheels waiting to be chosen. Nux rose his hand above his head and gave the expected V8 hand gesture. Stepping up, he chose the wheel to his car and paused briefly to examine it. It was mostly chrome- "but not as chrome as Immortan Joes wheel" he thought- and had various wire on the inner part of the wheel. In the very center of the wheel was what looked to be a old head off a baby doll, with various bolts and other parts covering its mouth. The babys one eye was embellished with a red monocle.
His grip tightened on the wheel as he turned to exit the small cavern room and into the hallway of where some of the sick war boys sat being pushed full of blood from various blood bags.
As he turned the corner of the hallway to leave for outside, he crashed into Slit who was coincidentally looking for him.
Pumped and slightly crazed as always, Slit began to yell followed by some grunts.
"We are war boys!"
"War boys!" Nux recited back to Slit. "What you make of the storms? They're being taken too seriously. We've got many sand and lightning storms."
"Its a waste of guzzoline and our time," Slit replied matter of factly " but no ones going to tell Immortan Joe whats a waste of guzzoline."
"Lets not keep the party waitin" Nux finally said after considering what Slit had to say. He did agree with Immortan Joe, the storms looked real bad, but he also agreed with his friend Slit; It was a waste of guzzoline. If the storms were heading for the Citadel, they probably would have little time to evacuate.
Even before leaving the hallway, Nux and Slit could hear the constant murmur of voices from the wretched that waited outside. They easily outnumbered the war boys, and if it wasn't for their terrible health and devotion to Immortan Joe, the wretched could more than likely take over.
Turning to leave outside where their modified Coupe would be waiting to take them down to the ground level where the wretched would be waiting, Slit made one last grunt in agreement to Nuxs' statement.
After turning a few hallways and one set of stairs, the two war boys emerged from the darken and cool tunnels and out into the day. The daylight hit them with bright sunlight and immediate warmth. Without the constant clay the war boys wore, they would probably be burnt crispy from the constant sun; it was a "miracle" that more of the wretched didn't have problems because of the sun.
Nux spotted their car and hurriedly ran over to it. Opening the door and hopping inside, he immediately got the same crazed feeling Slit had had earlier, and was definitely pumped to be driving, even if it was just to look at some storms.
He heard a heavy clunk behind him and knew that Slit was now positioned and were both ready to be taken down. A few seconds later after Slit gave a signal that they were ready, the lever was pushed and they started to descend. The heavy chains clanked around the various squeaking wheels. The ride down was all but smooth, there were many kinks and every once in a while the chain would not smoothly go over the wheels and the platform would abruptly stop, ascend up, and then drop back down. The war boys were used to it, and paid no attention that one day the chains could break.
On the way down, both Nux and Slit eagerly looked at the storm, assessing it according to what their standards of a bad storm were.
"Maybe I mistook how bad the storm was, the closer I get to ground level the bigger and worse it seems" Nux thought to himself. He wondered if Slit thought the same; Nux decided that Slit probably wouldn't admit to it even if he did change his mind. Slit had always been the stubborn one out of the two, he was also the older and Nux always thought that his age had something to do with his stubbornness.
Even though he was older, Nux had always been the better driver, but Slit would never verbally agree. They had fought over who was going to drive a couple times, playing tug-o-war over the steering wheel, but Nux always reminded him who always drove and Slit would usually let go and say that being in the back was more fun and that Nux was missing out, but everyone knew driving was better.
Nux had always been with Slit, always driving them together. He had never had another war boy in the back since Slit joined the war boys. He was even there for him after he had his mouth sliced open.
The sudden clang of the platform hitting the solid ground below ripped Nux out of his daydreams of the past. From the looks of it, they were in the back and the last of the party ready to leave. Nux and Slit listened to the boom of Immortan Joes voice as he announced the party and their mission. No matter the subject, Immortan Joe was always a fantastic speaker. He could energize a crowd over nothing.
At the end of his speech, the cars started up and with the cheer of the wretched, they set off towards the storm.
With only five cars in the party, it was unusually quiet. There was no Doof wagon either. If Nux hadn't been driving, he might have fallen asleep because of how boring this scouting was.
"It's a miracle that Slit hasn't knocked out and fallen off the Coupe" Nux thought out loud to himself.
With the speed they were going- which was far from slow-, it would be another hour at the least until they got close enough to assess the storm completely. From where they currently were, the storm was even bigger than originally thought. The lightning was coming faster lighting up the sand every few seconds, and a small boom could be heard soon after indicating thunder.
Nux banged on the top of the car followed by him sliding open the top. Slit immediately turned his attention towards Nux.
"Whats it? Something up?" Slit asked curiously with a raised eyebrow caked with clay.
"Take the spyglass. Tell me if you see anythin." Nux said as he handed the spyglass behind him to Slit through the open top. Slit grunted in reply letting Nux know he would do it.
The old worn spyglass barely worked, it had a crack through it that made everything harder to see, but it got the job done. Slit raised it to his eye and aimed it towards the storm. There wasn't much to see that they couldn't see from where they were. Slit checked the direction they were going to make sure no hostile cars were near the storm even though it was highly unlikely.
"Got nothin. Just a big storm brewin." Slit told Nux after placing the spyglass back in the car. Nux just simply shook his head as to let Slit know he heard him. He promptly shut the sliding top closed, slipped on some glasses and sped up to the front of the party and eventually passed the four other cars. Slit tightened his grip on the car and started bouncing, delighted at the sudden change in driving. At the speed they were going now, half an hour separated them from the storm.
The closer they got to the storm, the tighter Slits grip grew. Although they wouldn't be entering the storm, the sheer wind power could knock him off if unprepared. Nux sped up the car, only being a mile away from the storm. He was still in the lead, so he would be the first car to get to the storm.
I can see why Immortan Joe would be concerned, but this thing isn't comin close to the Citadel. At least we didn' waste a ton of guzzoline with only five cars in the p-
Nux once again was ripped from his thoughts, but not from a clang. Something had ripped up the front tires of the car, and it was now speeding out of control. Barely missing another car in the party, Nux thought they were out of trouble. The car would eventually stop like usual whenever the tires went out.
The car suddenly hit a hole and Slit was thrown off from the back seconds before the car flipped. Nux tried to prepare to hit the ground but was unsuccessful. Another car from the party couldn't stop in time and slammed into the back of the Nuxs car and sent it sliding into the storm. Nux head hit against the steering wheel and blood poured from his face before passing out seconds later.
Slit uncovered himself from the sand he landed in, and his attention went straight to Nuxs car which could barely be seen behind the curtain of sand. Running towards the car, Slit noticed a slight limp in one of his legs and looked down to find a piece of metal had managed to lodge itself in his leg when he fell off the car. Ripping it out, he continued to run to the car.
As he reached the car, the more noticeable the damage was. The cars entire back had been smashed completely and the front window had been broken and shards of glass laid everywhere.
Slit ripped off the door to Nuxs side and reached in to lift his unmoving body out. Nuxs face was in the worst shape. It was covered in blood, and was dripping down onto his chest and the surrounding area of the car he had been in. His goggles had shattered upon impact with the steering wheel and shards had lodged themselves around his eyes. Luckily, none had managed to get in his eyes, but he would surely need a blood bag with how much blood he had lost.
Slit turn around still carrying Nux, and met up with the remaining three cars left. Agreeing with the other war boys, they stayed at the storm to finish their job, but right after would head straight back to the Citadel where the Organic Mechanic could help Nux and his injuries.
Slit rushed Nux to the Organic Mechanic while the rest of the party went to report their findings to Rictus who would himself inform Immortan Joe.
Turning hallway after hallway, Slit finally arrived at the cavern that the Organic Mechanic worked in. It was eerily lite, and full of tools. Many were rusted in jars, with blood from the last war boy remaining. His tools ranged from small incision knives to giant saw like tools. He had a couple bone crushing devices hung on the wall, and blood transfusion needles and tubing scattered the tables. Slit laid Nux down on the nearest table after pushing various items off and onto the floor. The Organic Mechanic appeared in the doorway opposite of the one Slit arrived in.
The Organic Mechanic was dirty as usual. He had a full beard and a pile of hair on his head that was a giant mess. He arrived in his normal clothes which included a belt of tools around his chest, and small goggles around his neck.
Slit attention suddenly changed from the Organic Mechanic to the small thing chained behind him.
He had a heavy belt on and connected to it was a even heavier chain. The chain connect to the legs of a girl that hid behind him. She looked to be a year or two younger than Slit himself. She was much cleaner than the wretched but not in the condition of Joes wives. Her clothes weren't perfect but were in better shape than most, she wore a dark brown top and stopped an inch above her long skirt. The skirt itself was the same color but have various other colors sewn into it; along the top of the skirt, small delicate chains with various small trinkets were attached. Her blue eyes snapped behind her long brown hair to Nux on the table, who had suddenly tried to sit up.
"Ay, lay back down or your half life will end sooner than expected" The Organic Mechanic spoke. He began moving to Nux and the girl behind him followed. Pushing Nux back down, he asked him what his blood type was, and then the Organic Mechanic whispered to the girl who reached to a table top and grabbed items needed for a blood transfusion.
"Right.. Well as of now we're all out of blood bags," he started to say "but luckily for you, Plysma right here matches your blood type." He ended his sentence with a grin and took the items out of the girls hand. Unchaining her from himself, he attached her chain to a bolt in the wall that was close enough to Nux.
Nux just noticing the girl turned his attention towards her. Confused as to why she was here, he raised an eyebrow to the Organic Mechanic. She was far too beautiful to be chained to the Mechanic, and he questioned why Immortan Joe himself hadn't made her one his wives.
"She my personal 'helper'" He said, knowing what Nux didn't ask. "Boss owed me a faver, and someone else here needs to know how to do some of this stuff beside me."
The girl sat down near Nux, obviously uncomfortable with the entire situation. The Organic Mechanic slipped the needle into her arm while holding the other side up. Nux being used to constant blood transfusions, held out his best arm and the Organic Mechanic slipped the other needle in.
Slit up to this moment was entirely quiet, and almost everyone forgot he was even in the room.
He grunted with a smile before speaking "I bet she aint just helping with blood transfusions ay?"
Slit finished speaking and stared at the girl.
"Ye, if only. Boss didn't owe me that big of a faver" he replied before making his way over to the girl. He roughly grabbed her thighs and ripped her skirt up to reveal a chastity belt.
Nux and Slit stared as the girl turned red. Turning his head from the girl, Nux began to feel bad. The poor girl was lucky to have the belt on, but that didn't stop the Organic Mechanic from making her do other things for him. Slit on the other hand only continued to stare and laugh.
"I bet with that belt she got real good with her mouth eh?" Slit said with joy in his voice.
The Organic Mechanic only laughed and shook his head in reply. He made his way back to Nux and began to take other tools out of his belt.
"Lay back down, ye got enough blood to start taking these shards out"
Nux obliged, and the Mechanic started by cutting off the leather back of the glasses to remove them. After they were off he removed the shards while Nux whined at the pain. Fresh blood poured out of the newly opened wounds and the Mechanic grabbed a rag and applied pressure.
The Organic Mechanic ordered him to stay another hour to finish the transfusion, and left. Slit got tired of waiting around and soon left after the Mechanic.
Nux now alone with the girl decided to talk to her. He couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was. She looked so soft and smooth, and her hair laid perfectly down her back. He noticed her bright blue eyes and her light pink lips.
"Ah.. I'm sorry. You probably don't want to give me your blood." He apologized for the forced transfusion. Normally he could care less about his blood bags, but she was different. Although he didn't say it, he was apologizing for her situation too.
She didn't reply so he kept talking.
"Stupid shards probably gonna leave scars.. Not that it's a bad thing…" He paused taking note that she made no effort to speak.
"What's your name? I don't think I caught it." Not wanting to push her to talk, he stopped trying to persuade her.
"Plysma… Its Plysma.." She quietly replied. Nux was surprised at her actually replying, and if they had been in a cavern any louder than the current one, he thought he wouldn't have heard her. Her voice was a tiny squeak, almost like it had been a while since she used it.
"Nux" is all he replied back before deciding to lay back down. Slowly and accidently he fell asleep during the transfusion.
As Nux woke up on the table he noticed immediately that Plysma and her chain were gone.