A Borderlands 2 Fanfic. Request from my brother, well, more like me asking him to give me a request. This will be in Zer0s' POV. Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Borderlands 2.
Bandit assassinations had long before became far too mind-numbingly easy. The routine was simple: I get a target, I hunt down the target and kill them, I get paid. Getting paid is good, but my mind, my fingers, practically every fiber of my body ached with longing for something more difficult. I have plenty of money. What I really crave for is a challenge.
You see, a challenge is something I always adore. Challenges test your skills; my skills are always sharp. But challenges sharpen my skills even more. I have yet to meet an opponent who comes close to match my level of skill. To combat this, I seek a challenge from whoever I meet.
I dislike stillness. I dislike stagnate environments. I desire a challenge.
This job was disappointing, per usual.
"Wh-What the hell ARE you?!"
A question I frequently get asked. How predictable.
The poor schmuck backs away with his eyes wide and large sweat drops streaking down his forehead. His hand is on the trigger but is clearly scared straight out of his mind because his fingers are violently shaking. Obviously unsuitable for dueling.
"Why do you retreat?/ Face your end honorably/ Make me work for it."
His hand still shakes and his breathing comes in uneven little huffs; complete hysteria must be taking over his mind.
"Who sent you?!" He demanded, through his uneven breathing, hilarity and panic fumbling his speech slightly. "His sister?! His kids?! Whatever they're offering, I'll quintuple it!"
How pathetic. He honestly thinks I'll accept his offer.
"This is punishment/ His murder will be avenged/ And I will be paid."
I actually considered his offer for half a second, but it's not worth it. He can't even aim his gun properly at me.
"For gods' sake, what do you want?! Just TELL me what you want!"
No for the first time in this entire mission, perhaps in my entire life, I am personally interested in answering my targets' question. Usually, I would just simply kill my targets on the spot knowing they won't be the challenge I desire. But this time, my interest overpowered my impatience and I let him know exactly what I want.
"For you to fight back/ Bandits like you are easy-"
I pause and hold my sword at his neck; perhaps it will give him some incentive to fight back. I'll give him a chance. I won't even strike immediately. I'll just hold it there and see what he does next.
"What the hell ARE you?!"
Ah, that stupid question again. I'm disappointed. I thought this time would be different. It seems I have wasted my words on him.
"…I want a challenge."