A/N: Sorry for the 2 week wait! I've been really busy lately, but I hope you enjoy the new chapter! Let me know what you think!
Day 2 on Pandora and it's fucking crazy out here.
First off, Claptrap gave each of us an ECHO, which is supposed to help us communicate with each other. Coincidentally, he had exactly four to give out to us… suspicious much?
Claptrap then led us to his hideout. Once we entered and settled down, some big ass "bullymong" monster suddenly intruded the hideout from the ceiling and tore Claptrap's eye off. It all happened so fast that none of us could even do anything. Before we realized it, the bullymong was already gone. It didn't pay any attention to us; he just took Claptrap's eye and disappeared.
Thankfully, though, Claptrap can still move around and speak. He just can't see. I only care for his safety because he can lead us all to this place called Sanctuary. Other than that, he's fucking annoying. He just calls all of us his "minions". If he wouldn't be leading us to Sanctuary right now, he'd be torn to pieces!
We had planned on setting off to retrieve Claptrap's eye, though it was already night. Everyone was tired, so we decided to camp out in Claptrap's hideout until dawn. As "safe" as this place is, there was a big hole in the ceiling. In order to protect us all from any incoming bullymongs or any other creatures, each one of us will be taking night shifts to keep watch, while everyone else sleeps.
Actually, that's what I'm doing right now.
Sighing, I laid my chin on my knees. It was so boring. The dim light from the chimney was barely emitting enough light. I could barely make out the bodies of my sleeping comrades.
It's been half an hour since I started my shift. I've been trying to keep myself busy by playing around with my powers and cleaning my new hyperion smg that I found on the train that took us around here. Fuck that train.
My tattoos were glowing in the dark, as if it were a night light of some sort. I wonder why I was born with these powers… all I could only possibly remember about my childhood is growing up with the Brothers in Athenas. One other clue is this book that Brother Sophis gave me on my 21st birthday. It was apparently a book that listed many different skills for me to utilize, which I use to perfect my phaselock. If only I could find some clues to my siren lineage on this planet. Even just meeting another siren would be a blessing to me.
I propped myself up and began to examine the room, desperately trying to find something to keep me busy.
I wonder how everyone is sleeping so soundly, despite Salvador and Axton's loud snores. Even Claptrap was asleep!
My eyes wandered towards Salvador. His round, dwarf-like appearance always amused me in a sort of way. He's such a ferocious, violent, and dangerous man with such a tiny body! He also sometimes wields two firearms at once. One time, he was wielding a rocket launcher and a pistol at the same time! His rocket launcher is the size of his body, which makes it even funnier! Salvador makes murder look fun. Wait. It is fun!
Laying near the chimney was Axton. Axton, on the other hand, is a great leader. He has a weird obsession with his turrets, though. Everytime he throws one out, he says some weird shit like "Wanna meet my girlfriend?" Honestly, he looked like some typical soldier, though a handsome one. He's really kind though, but sometimes he can get a little flirty. Sometimes he calls me princess, which annoys the hell outta me. Other than that, I'm cool with him.
Lastly, Zer0 was asleep, laying far from everyone else. He's really a mysterious guy. Zer0 has a really weird sense of humor, and he's such a sadist. Then again, all of us here are sadists. He always talks in haiku, which I find appealing. His haikus make him sound very poetic. Anything he says sounds elegant, whether it be about the feeling of excitement he gets whenever he kills something, or a piece of bullymong shit that he had stepped on earlier. Zer0 is also really caring, which is something you wouldn't typically expect from an assassin. I smiled to myself as I recalled the time where he saved me when the train blew up, and when he carried me all the way to the hideout.
Zer0 never takes off his helmet, though. He probably just doesn't trust us.
I looked over at Zer0's sleeping body. He was leaned against the wall, sitting up with his head drooping a bit to the side. If it weren't for his slow breaths, you probably would've thought he was awake. As expected of an assassin. Wait, if Zer0's sleeping, then maybe he's human?
I smirked. Maybe we can find out?
Slowly, I thought. I start to crawl steadily and silently towards Zer0, trying my best to not make any noise.
What first caught my attention were his hands. He only had three fingers and a thumb! Maybe he isn't human, then?
I got close enough to his body, to the point I could hear his faint breaths as he sleeps. Quietly, I started reaching for his helmet.
Just a few centimeters away from his helmet, I stopped myself. Maybe I shouldn't invade his privacy. Maybe, he's hiding his identity for a reason? I sighed, retracting my arm. He's been so kind to me, and I'm over here trying to invade his privacy.
My arm brushed against Zer0's knee, and in an instant I was pinned to the ground.
My eyes widened in surprise. All I could hear was the rapid noise of my heart beating against my rib cage. I stared right into Zer0's helmet, where I assume his eyes were. The light glowing from my tattoos was reflecting off the glass portion of his helmet. Although I could not see his eyes, I felt as though he was glaring at me. My feeling of surprise had soon turned into terror, with me finally processing what was happening. Zer0 held his sword against my throat with one arm, his other pinning down my shoulders. His legs pinning down my own. My injured left leg felt like it was being crushed by the amount of pressure Zer0 used to pin down my legs. I clenched my teeth, trying my best to hold in the pain. By instinct, I was about to phaselock him, but I didn't want to hurt him.
"Zer0, I-"
"Apologies, Maya." Zer0 muttered, releasing me. "That was mere instinct / I'm sorry for startling you / Are you feeling well?" Zer0 asked, extending out an arm, helping me sit up. He put away his digistructed sword, his helmet displaying the phrase "sry". My heart was still beating rapidly. That was probably the scariest thing I've ever experienced. I thought that I was going to die! It took a few moments for me to be able to say anything.
"Zer0, you scared the crap out of me." I said, turning towards him. "It's my fault though, I shouldn't have done that. Sorry. I was just curious and -" I felt so ashamed of myself. Sometimes, I can be such a nosy bitch.
"Don't worry, Maya / I understand how you feel / Curiosity. My identity / Must remain secret for now / Complete mystery." He said, crawling towards my legs. "If I were you, I'd try taking off my helmet, too." He flashed a smiley emoticon towards me.
I felt my face get hot, and I looked down in embarrassment. Ugh, I'm so stupid! He knew what I was trying to do? The feeling of embarrassment was short lived, however, when I felt Zer0 squeeze my left leg. I yelped, trying my best to endure the pain.
"As I thought, your leg / Injured, it is, from the train / Rest, and recover." Zer0 carried me and laid me on the torn up couch, elevating my left leg with a cushion. He started to walk back to his original spot in the corner. "Zer0, wait," I called. He stopped and turned his head toward me. "Thank you. For everything. I owe you a lot." I said, smiling towards him. He simply nodded and sat back down in his corner. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.