Danse-Chapter 1: Cutler
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The Sun was burning anything and everything it touched. It was hotter than normal and the fact that there was no wind to help cool down the heat made things feel even worse.
And the heat was right on his back. The Sun light hitting him perfectly as he layed face down in the wasteland dirt. The dirt was hot and dry since it hasn't rained in a few days. Causeing dirt particles to go into his nose each time he took a breath in.
Slowly he started to feel his limbs again and the pain in his whole body made him feel sick. His head was pounding and his arm burned as if it was on fire. After just staying still for a while and letting the pain settle in he peeled his eyes slightly open. The Sun was as bright as it was hot. The bump on his head sore and growing with pain.
Just as he was about to push himself up the sounds of footsteps make themself present. Instinct kicks in and he uses the little strength he has left to sit himself up. Causing him to flinch because of the pain in his right arm. He touched his arm and on his fingertips he saw blood, he quickly tries to scramble to his feet and flee, but doing so... He falls onto his hands and knees. His mind racing a mile per minute. Why was he in so much pain?
He looked at the ground and at the feet of the man standing before him. Waiting for something bad to happen. Or to finish the job they started.
" Relax, I'm not here to hurt you, What's your name?" The kind male voice asks.
'Play nice, your life might be on the line' he thinks to himself as the man steps closer, the gun in his hand noticeable.
"Danse... I believe." he answers placing his left hand back onto his damaged right arm as it begain to hurt again. But never once looking up at the man
"You believe?"
Danse just nods. He doesn't know for sure if that's truly his name but it was the first name that came to mind, he didn't remember much. Or alot for That matter. Just that he was on a supply run from Rivet City and things went bad. And that he ended up taking a nasty fall. Everything else, was just a blur.
"Well, howdy Danse! My names Cutler nice to meet you. Say?! What are ya doing out here on this hot day, all alone for? And why's ya arm bleeding?!" Cutler asks.
It's at this question that Danse looks up at the curly brownhaired man and into green eyes that show a happiness to them.
"I don't even know, I can't remember much."
"I see..."
"I know you don't have a clue who I am, and I don't know you, but of you have ANYTHING to stop the bleeding is very much appreciate it." Danse begs, his whole sleeve practically soaked in blood.
"All I have on me is my gun, sorry, but lucky for you I live close to here and we can easily patch you right up. And maybe you'll rest up there for a bit, maybe start living there. But I must ask you a few questions... Like What's your skills might I ask?"
Skills? Danse couldn't remember any skills he had, and if he has any he surely didn't remember them.
"Uh-" Danse eyes leave his as he quickly scan the surrounding area. The only things he sees is rock's, some dead grass and trees, land that looks never-ending and a gun a few feet away from them.
"Fighting... I'm a great fighter." Danse says leaving his eyes on the pistol.
"You sure about that?...Well...Rivet City could never have enough people to defend it." Cutlers's southern accent rings out after he had a moment to think. "Next question." Cutler says walking closer. "How many innocent people have you killed... and don't lie to me."
"What?! Ive never killed a person in my life... Just, things that are non-human."
Cutler made his head understandingly "Last question, do you work for raider or anyone of the sort, because if you do you WILL be shot on sight of we find out."
"No No, I don't work for anyone."
" Well... You pass! Here let me help you up and lets go to Rivet City together. Unless you already have a place you call home... Kinda forgot to ask that question"
The mention of Rivet City registered something in Danse's mind... That's was his home."No... I also live there, I have since I was a child."
"Really?! Ive been there a whole week and haven't seen you once!"
"Ive... Been out, I was gathering supplies to make a few caps but... You can see how well that went." Danse mentions looking around him, all his findings gone.
"Well alrighty! We're only a mile away, lets get a move on buddy."
Danse looks back at the man with half open eyes. "What? Why are you being so nice? You don't know me..."
Cutler smiles at the question and holds out his hand for Danse to take.
"Because we all can't be bad. And if we were, humanity would truly be fucked."
Danse smiles back at him and lets go of his injury for a few seconds to get a firm hold of his hand. Also getting his blood on Cutler.
"Alright lets go!" Cutler claps as he begins to walk in the direction of Rivet City.
It took awhile to put together everything that just happened so quickly. But after seeing Cutler walk further and further away he decided to think about all this later.
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"Home sweet home. Don't you say?" Cutler says as he climbs the metal stairway with Danse following close behind.
"Yeah." was all Danse says as they finally make it to the top of the stairway. One thing Danse quickly learned about Cutler is he loves to talk, even if it's just to himself. But it was nice, way better than the silence he was so used to.
"Let us in... It's me, Cutler, and a man who says he lived here... His names Danse." Cutler says through the intercom.
Danse and Cutler wait for a response saying they heard them and the doors would open. But without the response the loud noise of the bridge going across the river fills the air. Until it locks itself securely on the platform Danse and Cutler are currently standing on.
"Lets roll!"
Cutler says walking quickly across the bridge. Danse tries to catch up as they make there way across the bridge and onto the large tin boat.
"Nice to see you back Danse, We started to think we lost ya." the security guard says once the two are on the boat.
"Yeah... How long was I gone for?"
"A week or two." the guard says, his eyes quickly make contact with his arm.
"Hey, Lets get inside, your arms bleeding again." Cutler says pointing to the fresh blood staining Danse's shirt.
"I was about to say the same thing" the guard says pulling a pained look onto his face.
"Yes. Lets." Danse says placing his hand on the wound and walking into Rivet City.
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"What type of gun shot you?" the doctor asks as he examines Danses arm and cleaning the dry and wet blood around the bullet hole.
"I didn't even know I was shot." Danse answers
"What? You see blood coming out of your arm and you didn't bother to look and see Why?"
Danse shrugs. "It's been a long day."
The doctor lets out a sigh of dispointment as he leaves Danse's side to grab a wrap. "Now remember, to clean it everyday and out a fresh bandage on it each time... Don't forget." the doctor informs placing the bandage onto the shot.
"I know... I'm not dumb." Danse whispers under his breath.
Once the bandage is completely on he stands and looks Danse straight into the eyes. "Clearly." he says unamused, walking out of the room as Cutler enters.
"Don't listen to him... He's a dick." Cutler shakes his head and leans against the wall with his arms crossed. "A lot of people here are... That's why I'm leaving soon, within a month or so... When they get here."
Danse raises a eyebrow and sits up straighter. "When who gets here?"
Cutler smiles "Have you ever heard of the Brotherhood of Steel?"
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Chapter 1 done! Thank you reading :) sorry if it's bad or has misspelled words. Now my plan is to have each companions backstory and each one should only be a few chapters long. Part 2 coming soon :D also sorry if it seems a little rushed... I plan on trying to fix that