A/N Damn, I never thought I'd get to 10 chapters...
Axton winced as he pulled open an ice box that reeked of a smell Axton was very well used to: Death. So he was not surprised when a dead body was inside, it's limp, lifeless hands slipping out of the small claustrophobic entrance.
He grabbed at right arm, trying to hold the pressure on the two fresh bullet holes he had just gained a few seconds ago. Turns out, there was one bandit left in the ground. Huh, who would've known.
He pulled the piece of ripped cloth that belonged to a dead bandit's sleeve a little tighter, trying to stop the bleeding. If only he had a medpack.
He pulled out his ECHO device from one of his holsters on his belt and punched in a certain girls' number, "Hey, kid." He said, trying not to sound too much in pain, he was pretty sure he was beginning to feel dizzy, "You find any recordings?"
After a minutes delay, a frantic Gaige replied, "WHAT? OH, NOPE, BUT I DID FIND SOME BULLYMO-AagHs!" A loud crash was heard on the other side of the "phone" as he pulled his head away as to not damage his ear. He had a strange calm look on his face.
Now, usually, someone would never trust a kid that has never shot a gun to be able to protect themselves. But this wasn't just anyone, it was Axton. More specifically, her friend, and he can trust her with more than enough. So that is why he isn't worried, in fact, if he went over there to help her, he would then start getting worried, because she would never be ready to face challenges by herself. And if he's ever gone, he wouldn't want her getting hurt just because he had no trust in her to be able to protect herself. This is more formally known as: tough love.
The soldier sighed as he heard another yelp from the girl as another rock was thrown by the beast. "Kid, you have that new gun remember? It was, pretty much, my best weapon in my backpack right now. Just shoot it till it dies." The soldier simply stated as he leaned the "phone" on his shoulder, next to his ear, and used his free hands to scrummage around the body to see if anything way inside the, now broken, ice box, "I mean, it works for everything else on this planet."
The girl groaned, "You don't have to tell me about that, Axton." She said his name in a mocking tone, when in reality, she had completely forgotten about the weapon. She quickly reached for the weapon shoved tightly in her skirt pocket and ripped it out of its' duck-tape holster (she wanted to keep it safe) and started to come out of her cover, before turning on the ECHO device and saying, "Oh, and call me Gaige from now on. You know my name, just say it. Being called "kid" is getting too weird for me."
The soldier hummed, "Mmm, how about we talk about that after you rip that monster a new one, huh?" He was still searching through the ice box, only finding bones and small amounts of ammo.
"Aye aye, captain." The quickly signed off as she jumped over her cover and began to shoot all of her bullets at her huge target, nearly hitting everyone one. Luckily, Axton wasn't lying when he said it was his best weapon, as the beast harshly jutted around before falling down to the now blood-stained snow, clawing at his fresh bullet wounds as it emitted a loud, raspy, whimper-like growling before it gracefully stopped moving. Stopped living. Then everything was silent. All that could be heard was the wind, still beating hard on the small little "town", if you could even call it that, and Gaige's ragged breath as her knees gave away, causing her to fall into the snow, tears starting to claw at her eyes.
Sure, it was trying to kill her, and sure, it was big and ugly, but killing it gave her no joy. It was like putting down an aggressive dog: Big and scary, but still a living animal. But that's what it takes to survive. It's either they go down, or you go down trying.
Gaige gave a final, exhausted exhale of air, trying to get her bearings as she starting to get up.
She quickly shoved the pistol out of her sight, walking around the fresh carcass and searching aimlessly, for she had completely forgotten about the recordings, her mind was too full of other thoughts, each one overtaking the other. She kept repeatedly shaking her head, repeating the same phrase over and over:
It's just Pandora, you'll get used to it.
A/N Sorry about the EXTREMLY short chapter this time. I'm just trying something new so my mind doesn't derail and I try to put too many ideas on the same page, and it just gets, really hard to organize for the long haul. Thanks for reading though. Words can't describe how grateful I am that people are actually reading this! Well, actually, there are: Amazing, unbelievable, and just surprising. But, all those pretty much mean the same thing so I'm just going to go with unbelievable. Anyways, thanks for reading and tell me what you think about the short chapter idea. I might upload a new chapter tomorrow to make up for the lack of an actual chapter in this one. See ya!