(Charon's POV)

A weird little smoothskin girl popped in the bar, obviously tweaking off of something. Bouncing around like she had ants in her pants. Very pale skin, compared to what I was used to seeing, and light blond hair. Probably got some jet off that lousy junkie Snowflake. She had a chinese assault rifle strapped to her back, but it was hard to believe a little thing like her could defend herself. How the hell she even made it to Underworld if she was by herself like it looked, was beyond me.

She went straight over to Ahzrukhal, talking a mile a freaking minute about how much she liked ghouls and this place and how her dad was a jerk, then she asked for a Nuka-Cola, after spitting something into a trash can. I crossed my arms and shifted my feet, doing my best to tune her out. Ahzrukhal just laughed at her and listened to her ramble. After a while her high wore off and she smiled this dumb smile and guzzled down her second bottle of Nuka-Cola.

Eventually she looked at me from her spot on the stool and turned back to Ahzrukhal. Some gabbering later, she started shelling out a lot of caps. I couldn't help but watch. The hell was she doing? Ahzrukhal passed her something, but I couldn't see what. Had she just bought out his whole stock of chems?

She grinned at him, said something else, tossed her Nuka Cola bottle in the trash, and I got a feeling something interesting was about to happen as she started walking towards me. She popped something in her mouth and started chewing. "Talk to Ahzrukhal," I snapped, as I always did when someone new approached me.

She just laughed and shook her head. She reached into one of the pouches on her belt and pulled out a piece of paper. My eyes widened. This was the last thing I would have expected.

"I bought your contract. It's nice to meet you, Charon." I checked the paper. She wasn't lying; that was my contract all right. Well, this was going to be interesting, at the least.

"I see. And you are?" It was custom to ask the name of my employer at the time of transfer.

"Minion. Buuut you can call me Mistress if you want," she laughed, grinning ear to ear. She'd said "if you want," but as I had learned through employment with Ahzrukhal, that was just code talk for "do it or else." My mouth twitched a little, but I don't think she noticed. She was far too giddy.

"Very well. There's something I must take care of. Please be patient for a moment." And I went over to Ahzrukhal and said goodbye. But that sounds a lot nicer than it actually was. In reality I blasted his rat face away with a single shell from my shotgun. The other patrons of the bar gasped and backed away, muttering their own thoughts on the matter. I didn't give a damn what any of them had to say, they wouldn't do anything about it.

I returned to the Mistress, expecting her to freak or at least look a little bit queasy, but she just about doubled over with laughter. I began to second guess whether the drugs had worn off her or if she was just plain sadistic.

"Wow, nice one! I see you have a temper on you, Charon." She paused to laugh a little, then smiled at me. I felt a bit uneasy. I hoped this girl wouldn't turn out to be anything like Ahzrukhal.

"He deserved it. I was doing the world a favour by ending him."

"That's what I like, delivering your own kind of justice as you see fit. That's what the world should be like. People would be a lot happier if we just did exactly as we pleased." She blew a rather large bubble with the gum she had apparently been chewing. This girl seemed like nothing more than a bent flake, but her words did merit a bit of truth to them. Okay, so she was completely right, but it definitely wasn't for the best. The world needed some kind of order.

"So from what I understand," she started, motioning for me to follow her out of the bar, "you will do anything I want you to do without question. That's all fine and dandy, actually that's really fucking awesome to be exact, but to be honest, I want you to tell me when you're upset, or disagree with something I want you to do."

"Do you now?" That was a new one. None of my previous employers ever wanted me to speak my mind. They would command, and I would obey. What did this girl want to know my opinions, for?

"Yep. Your happiness is important to me. So, speak up, whenever you feel like it. Also, I don't want to end up like old Ahzrukhal if you ever fall out of my unemployment for some unfortunate reason. I want you to enjoy your time with me."

"If I may, Mistress, enjoying isn't something I'm prone to doing."

She just laughed and said, "In due time, buddy. In due time."

She had to be insane.

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A/N: I do so love it when Charon calls the LW "Mistress." It just makes me smile. I've seen it done before and it seemed like it fit well. It's kinda mean, but it grew on me.