"Yeah, things have been pretty quiet around here. All the water we need, raiders been stayin' away, and that crazy church have pretty much disapeared."
"That's always nice to hear, Manya. Things are pretty rough out there and it's great to know that civilization isn't completely extinct," said Christopher Thomson, the nice blonde haired man who had just been in town for a couple of days.
"Yes, it is..." the old woman said, taking a pause to admire the mans pleasent appearance and charming personality. "I'm sure Moriaty would give you a room to stay here for a few nights. Just promise to come see me before you leave. It's so rare to meet such a nice mannered man these days."
"I will," he said with a grin. "Thanks for all your help. I was completely lost here. These catwalks were getting confusing."
And with that, Christopher walked off lost in thought. He needed to get a room and some food. Manya Vargas had pointed him to a pleasent restaurant where anyone could order exquisite cuisine such as fried iguana on a stick or slow cooked squirrel stew and a hotel and bar. Fifteen minutes later he was settling comfortably into bed with a full stomach. He had rented the room at the local saloon from a red haired woman who called herself Nova. He had been pretty sure she had wanted to come to the room with him, claiming it was one of the services she offered, but from her enthusiasm, he could tell she was just as atracted to him as everyone else he spoke to was. He had, of course, turned her down. He found the idea of sex repulsive. Besides that, he other ways he planned to stimulate himself tonight.
Leaning in the bed he took a deep breath and took a glance at the pocket watch he carried with him everywhere. 12:14. it read. There was still some noise coming from the saloon area of the restaurant. Some quiet chatting and the clinking of glasses as they were set down. Another perfectly quiet Megaton night.
He picked up his bag from the floor and began to check the contents once more. 10mm pistol with full clip, two stimpacks, a bottle labeled "Rad-X"... The usual stuff every wastelander was expected to carry. Delving deeper into the bag, he found some stuff wastelanders weren't expected to carry. A jar filled with a colorless liquid, a carefully folded rag, carefully rolled up plastic tarps, several rolls of duct tape, and a large butchers knife. As the man held the blade a smile crept across his face.
12:52. He listened carefully again and heard nothing but silence. The angry irishman had apparently kicked out his customers, and he along with the ghoul and prostitute were sleeping soundly in there beds. It was time.
Moving silently the man shouldered the bag and moved to the window in his room. He slid it open carefully and crawled through landing lightly on his feet. He reached up and closed the window. "Like I never left."
Moving carefully, his senses on high alert, he made his way to the metal trailer that housed the woman named Manya. No one was on the streets. Another sign that the town had become to relaxed in the past few months. He was now at the front door of the womans home. He pressed his ears to the wall to listen for any sounds of life. A fan, and nothing else. She was asleep. He grabbed the handle on the door and turned it slowly. "Unlocked." Unusual, yes, but everyone he had spoken to said the town was extremely safe. "They hadn't accounted for me."
Looking around the house he saw the woman sleeping silently on her bed with a faint smile on her face. He moved to her side and stared for a moment. As if feeling his eyes on her she yawned deeply and awoke.
"Ch...Chris? What are you doing in here, it's late. You shouldn-"
He had placed the rag over her nose and mouth with lightning fast reflexed. "Chloroform acts so quickly..." he thought fondly.
Within minutes he had room covered completely in the plastic tarps, held down with the duct tape, and the woman strapped naked to a long table in her house with her arms legs held to her sides with extra tarp around certain areas of her body to keep perverts from staring.
At 1:35 she blinked her eyes open and looked around. Of course, she couldn't scream because of the gag he had placed in her mouth, but still she tryed. He rose from the chair he had been sitting on watching his prey and moved to her side.
"Hello Manya."
She looked at him with utter fear in her eyes, still trying to speak. He picked the blade up off the table where it lay next to her.
"I'm going to remove the gag from your mouth, and if you want to keep your tounge where it is, you're not going to make a sound." He did as he had told her and she kept silent. "Good. Now, I suppose you would like to know what nice ol' Christopher is doing to poor little Manya, and for what reasons. I have a need, you see."
"You're going to...to rape me?"
"No, that's disgusting," he said, his voice changing from a calm and collected manner to utter rage. "I have this horrible tension that builds up inside me," the returning calm voice spoke, "And you're my release. It has to be done right, and bullets cause so much spray. It's unaceptable. This...this is so very neat, so very clean."
"You're going to kill me?"
"Yes."
"But...no...no..." she muttered to herself. Manya had decided to let the fear overcome her and began to try the screaming again. "Hel-" was all she got out as the gag quickly went back in her mouth.
"Oh, you shouldn't have done that. We had a real connection going I thought. Such a shame..."
And with that he held the knife up and got to work.