Hey. I'm back, and I'm doing something serious now. The sequel to "Forgiven?": "Broken Hearts of Steel" Enjoy.
Songs:
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"Gob, I swear, I wasn't laughing at you, but at what you did! You scared that little bitch shitless! Ha! Man, I hope I can get her to come back, you can hide and get the bit-" Jericho started but was cut off by a quick jab from Nova. He glared, but with a finger-point, saw Al's form enter the bar. The hero ordered a drink, and sat at the counter.
Al sat at the Saloon's counter, a dry, hot day as usual. A bottle of whiskey sat in his hands. He hadn't even opened it, but simply stared in silence at the beverage. He let his right foot dangle, it's knife holster held firmly in place. I wasn't a normal knife, but a chainsaw dagger. It was a ripper. The man named it "Jack". Why? Well, why not?
He shifted in his seat, and he felt the pressure of his rifles on his back. The Terrible Shotgun and the Backwater Rifle. He kept them in perfect-or near perfect-condition at all times. If one jammed, he may forget what do do. The last time a gun had jammed was in the Hole of the Pitt. He nearly shit himself, not beacause he could've died, but becasue he did forget what to do.
"...the first time was when she kicked me out." Al's staticy voice said.
"Who's this 'She'? Sounds interesting." Three dog asked over the radio.
"Alright, me and Fawkes had just left Raven Rock, and-" Al's view shifted to the noise-box. He sighed, eyes shutting. It suddenly cut off, and his chocolate eyes re-opened. Gob turned it off. He looked at the ghoul. The ghoul stared right back.
An uneasy tension hung in the air. No one complained, they all really understood. The four people, Billy Creel, Jericho, Nova, and Gob, all knew that Al was not happy. They had seen this before. Al's holotag dangled gently beneath his neck. These weren't some tags he had found, these were assighned to him. He was a Star Paladin. He looked emptily at his chest. In a bandonleer, nine grenades hung across his armor. In a pouch on his side were his stimpaks, and in another was his father's golden lighter. He brought it out every once in a while, not to smoke, but to think. It was a habit.
"What's the matter, Mr. Dangerous?" Nova cooed, sitting on the stool beside Al, and gently extended an arm around his shoulders. She saw the lowest part of a light lue tatoo on his eft shoulder, poking out from his sleeve of the comat armor undersuit. She remembered when he got it, a day before he wasn't seen for two weeks. It was the Lyon's Pride symbol. He said he got it for Sarah, whoever she was.
Normally Al would brush her arm off, but he faltered to her psuedo-embrace, leaning on her. He finally let his tears drain. At first gentle sobs. They would come harder though.
"Kid, you can tell us." Jericho stated. He sort of cared for Al, as the young man had made an impression. And gave a gift. About two cartons of cigarettes was left on Jericho's dorrstep. They actually became fast friends after they found that common ground, which was trigger disipline. They made every shot count. Well, that and when Jericho mouthed off to Gob one day, Al simply whooped his ass six ways from sunday.
You come to respect the man that does that.
"Yeah, what's bothering ya', Smoothskin?" Gob asked.
"Nothing." Al replied. Jericho tensed up. He knew that when he got like this, he massascred something. he mouthed at Billy "It's us! We're next!" but a glare from Nova effectively shut him up.
"Please?"
"No. Fine. Amata screwed me o-"
"Great! You lost your virginity! A round of drinks on me!" Jericho yelled.
"No. I had to make out with her to get the key. She tricked me into the office, then Outcasts came and attacked. I was there in the nick of time. And she still didn't forgive me..."
"Well if I was her, I wouldn't either."
"I mean Sarah! Stop interuppting! Damn! Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. She didn't forgive me. Now...I don't know what to do..."
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Sarah sat on her bed, in her room. She was allowed her own, not only due to her rank, but she was the Elder's daughter. "Why would Al do such a thing? I thought we had something...special." Her thoughts drifted back to the first time they had met. His kill, her ass!
A/N
I'm back, bitches! I know, short, but I'm close to done with another, and I needed something to do.