Okay, guys, heres the thing,
I have a problem with drawing out a story.. I refuse to. Who wants to read/hear a long drown out story? Not me!
So, if your planning on commenting about how my story seems rushed, it isn't... So save your keys and just enjoy the story!
One more chapter after this, and it's over!
Enjoy!
The sky was orange, yellow on the horizon... but everything else.. everything else was red.
Charon hadn't been happy to wait till what he saw as the last minute to leave Megaton. Not a word had been spoken between them since her promise to help him find his sister. She said I was free, he had thought bitterly. She said no one had the right to boss me around anymore, and yet, there she was trying to guard the door from a ghoul who towered over her.But in the back of his head, he knew she was right. So, reluctantly, he remained sitting until she stood. But all that time was worth it and he would have gladly waited twice as long just to see that look on Grouse's face right before his bullet hit him in the chest.
The guards hadn't seen it coming, not one bit. They were through the gates to the slaver town before the dirt had time to taste the blood, fingers twitching on the triggers, ready for battle. Screaming, yelling, gun fire. It was all music to Charon's rotting ears. His gun shop had been too quiet, too calm. Though it had been a much needed break, this is what he had been trained for. This was his life. It always had been. Bullets rushed past them as body after body fell to the ground in bloody pools.
It was quiet outside as Danica pulled the doors to Eulogy Jones' place open, Charon running over to the slave pins. Clover was standing guard at the door and Danica frowned. Though Clover would be an easy kill, she didn't want to kill a slave. But the murderous glare on her face had been too much for Danica and she knew she would have to pull the trigger. Clover came at her with a knife and Danica couldn't help but laugh a little. A knife, she thought, as Clover hit the ground with a bang and a soft thud. How absurd.
Eulogy was sitting in the corner in the next room, hands over his head. Danica slowly walked over, placing the barrell of her combat shotgun under his chin and forcing his head up to look at her. "I told you this wasn't over," Danica whispered, looking deep into the fear in his eyes. "Didn't I?" Her finger tightened on the trigger and then-
"WHERE IS SHE?"
Danica turned her head, being sure not to loosen her grip on the gun. Charon was taking long strides over to them.
Eulogy's eyes widened even more. His fear of Danica and her gun was nothing compared to the fear in his eyes when he caught sight of the huge, angry killer ghoul. Ignoring Danica completley, Charon grabbed Eulogy by the hair and flung him onto the ground. "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION! WHERE IS SHE?"
With a sickining crack and thud, Eulogy landed on his side, writhing in pain. Danica stepped back and out of the way.
"Who?" he asked with a painfull grunt.
"Miss Jeanette," Danica answered calmly.
"Aw." Eulogy rolled onto his back, trying to prop himself up on his shoulders. "That would break slaver-custumer confidentiality."
"She was sold?" Danica turned to Charon, a worried look on her face. Charon stood there, reloading his gun, seeming almost calm. His hands were shaking with anger.
"Sure was," Eulogy answered proudly as if forgetting the situation. "Right after you left that last time. Glad i hadn't sold her to you too. He gave me twice the amount you would have."
"Who did you sell her to?" Charon demanded, gun reloaded and pointed between the slaver's eyes. He just smiled.
"You won't know if you shoot me, will you? And I can't tell you. Like i said, slaver-customer confi-"
"Cut the shit." Charon's expression remained unchanged as he moved the gun from between Eulogy's eyes to between his legs.
Eulogy jumped back, only to be stopped by a wall. Trying to block himself with his hands, he looked up at Charon in shock. "I don't know where she is," he insisted. "Really, I don't! After they're sold, it's none of my concern!"
"Who bought her?" Danica asked. Charon didn't move.
"I don't know. I never saw him before."
BANG!
Charon had moved so quickly, Danica hadn't seen it coming. For a moment she though he had shot him in the crotch like he had threatened, but the blood pouring from his foot showed otherwise.
Eulogy yelled out in pain, clutching his shoe with both hands, his jaw clamped down so tight, Danica thought he might break his teeth.
"Describe him," Charon said slowly through gritted teeth.
"He was... a guy," Eulogy said, clearly unable to think properly. "Older!.. Gray hair and beard!.. talked with an accent!"
"Could we get a name? Maybe a location," Danica sighed, picking at her nails. Charon obviously had this under control but she wanted to be sure the right questions were asked.
"No! I told you! I never saw him before that! I don't ask questions like that!"
BANG!
His shirt was suddenly a deep red color and he yelled again, coughing up blood. Charon turned to leave and Danica followed, leaving him there to die.
"Older, Gray hair and beard, talked with an accent..."
Danica watched as Charon paced outside of Paradise Falls.
"Do you know anyone like that?" he asked, looking breifly over at her.
"I'm not sure.. It's kind of hard to say without knowing what the accent is."
"How many people do you know with accents?" Charon sounded annoyed.
"Two," Danica answered, thoughtfully.
"Either of them fit the description?"
"Well, Dukov dosen't seem the type to buy a slave.. Not that he would need one.. but he's still looks pretty young... I don't think he's it."
"And the other?"
"Moriarty already has a slave. It would be frustrating if it turned out that she's been in Megaton this whole time... though, I must admit, he does seem the type.."
At those words, Charon took off in a full sprint in the direction of Megaton, Danica following closely.
It was nightfall when they ran through the gates and up to the saloon. Danica's legs were killing her, but still she followed Charon to the empty bar. The door was locked but opened easily with a bobby pin and they hurried quietly to Morearty's room.
He was asleep, just like everyone else in the town. Charon pressed the cold metal of his gun to Moriarty's head, waking him up with a jump.
"What the-"
"Shut up," Charon whispered gruffly. "I have one question and then we will go."
Moriarty just stared up at him in shock.
"Is Jeanette here?"
"Miss Jeanette? yeah, of course! You think I'd let one of my slaves-"
"Charon, wait," Danica whispered urgently, seeing his finger tighten on the trigger.
"What?"
"You don't want to make too much noise, do you?" She pulled a knife out of her bag and handed it to him.
Charon took it, looking down at Moriarty as his eyes grew large with fear.
"I'll pay you not to do this," Moriarty begged. "Whatever you'r being paid to kill me, I'll double it!"
"This is not about a contract," Charon whispered. "... For once."
