Soul Eater: New Vegas

By vivalarapture

Dogmeat- I'm glad you enjoy this. (: I did want to put in the crossover section, but it seems you can only do anime/anime or video game/video game on Fanfiction. I couldn't find a spot for video game/anime.

Soul Eater fan- Thank you! I love it too. The Courier is what you make him/her in Fallout, but I always thought my character was so alike to Maka. Haha.

sen whitefox mako red demon- I love how Justin fits in to this too! It cracks me up how many similarities there are between Jason Bright and Justin Law.

Chapter 12. Demons.

Walking towards the massive iron door containing a basement full of demons is a little more intimidating than I thought it would be when I agreed to this upstairs. I turn to Soul, whose face seems a little pale, "So.. Are you good on ammo? Do we need anything before we go down here?"

Soul nods sharply, gripping the sniper rifle on his shoulder, "I'm good. We stocked up pretty heavily back at Novac. I'm running kind of low on the ammo for the pistol you lent me, but I'll be fine with my rifle."

I straighten my shoulders, tucking my pistol securely into my waistband. I turn to OX, who still looked a little worn down from the fight earlier, "OX, how about you? Got enough juice left?" OX beeps lightly at me, wavering a little in the air as he hovers closer to us.

I frown and run a hand over his taped antenna, hoping he'll still be okay despite this injury. He is occasionally running into things and it seems like his sensors are damaged pretty bad. As soon as possible I have to find someone to really fix him up, and not just put tape over his metal wound.

I take a deep breath and press down on the handle of the door, bumping my hip on it to force it open. It creaks menacingly, edging open slowly. Soul puts hand on my shoulder, his eyes dark and his mouth is twisted into an uncertain line, "I'm serious. Be careful, okay?"

I nod, edging into the dark space. "You're making me more nervous with your ominous warnings, Soul." The basement is drafty and dim, the perfect breeding ground for invisible demons. There is a trash can with a fire flickering around the metal lip, shadowing the already dark room in an orange hue. I pull my rifle off my shoulder, eyeing the long hallway through my site. I know I won't be able to see the nightkin, but old habits die hard.

Soul grabs my wrist and edges in front of me, swinging his rifle around the room, trying to detect movement. He grits his teeth together, taking a few steps forward and slowly bringing himself down the staircase in front of us.

I follow behind, my knuckles nearly turning white with the force of gripping my rifle. I know these creatures are huge and are going to be difficult to beat, but Soul is making this so much worse by tip toeing around. Since I woke up in Goodsprings, I've always had a habit of rushing into things, and this terrified dance of, "Don't make a sound, don't get caught," is making me want to rip my hair out.

I clench my jaw and shoulder past Soul, ignoring his wide eyes and shaky attempt at grabbing me.

"This is stupid." I whisper between clenched teeth, "We're going to fight them at one point or another anyway."

Soul inhales sharply and shoves me against the damp wall to my left. I flip around and am about to retort angrily when a huge gust of wind rushes past my face and a rebar club speeds inches away from smashing into my skull.

My eyes widen and my breath is caught in my chest for a moment and I hear Soul yelling, "Duck, you stupid woman!" I don't question him, letting my knees buckle and I fall to the ground, holding my head. An ear shattering roar pierces my ear drums, and finally, I see it.

He is even bigger than the dead nightkin that made my knees quake with fear.

The huge metal club he is swinging like a baseball bat is about as big as I am. I roll forward, avoiding the twisted iron aimed at my face. I jump to my feet, scrambling to swing my rifle and aim at the blue beast quickly advancing into my personal space.

My eyebrows furrow and I scuttle backwards as I fire, lodging four of my six shots into his chest. The nightkin roars again, reaching backwards and flinging the club forward, nearly crushing me before I lunge down the hallway.

The shots to his chest seemed to do nothing and even though Soul is also unloading clip after clip into the brute, he continues his rampage towards me. I let my eyes shift quickly to the side, wondering why the nightkin had yet to have any searing bullet holes in his face.

OX is twisting around quickly, making a helpless beeping sound, shooting off lasers in various directions. I curse, once again jumping out of the way, hoping OX isn't damaged beyond repair.

The nightkin swings his club sideways, catching me off guard and ripping my legs out from under me. I cry out, feeling the ache of bones near the point of breaking. I scramble to flip myself around and stand up before I become road kill.

I turn around to face it just before black blood splashes onto my face and the nightkin stumbles, chest ripped open and eyes rolling back into his skull. I jam more ammo into my gun, shooting another six times before he can right himself.

The floor shakes as the nightkin slams into the ground, dark black running down his lips and dripping down onto the floor beneath him. I look over to Soul, who looks just as shell shocked as I must. His eyes flicker towards me and he curses under his breath, stepping over the now dead body, "I fucking told you."

I nod shakily, not sure I can move my legs at this point, let alone come up with a witty come back. OX makes a low, whining beep, and I pat him gently on the head, frowning, "It's going to be alright, buddy. We'll get you fixed up as soon as we get out of here."

Soul tips his head, inspecting the destroyed antenna on OX, "It looks like his sensors are destroyed. It's kind of like he's blind at this point. I'm not sure it's a good idea to keep him with us right now."

I glare at him before tugging OX along in the right direction, "And what should I do?! Just leave him here to get ripped apart by more nightkin and ghouls?!"

Soul sighs, shaking his head and bringing up the rear, "Whatever you say. It's going to be dangerous having to keep an eye out for him down here."

I grumble under my breath, not wanting to admit that maybe it was a little too dangerous to have a blind robot down with us in a basement full of cloaked demons. I step lightly, almost out of habit, seeing as though after that fight, the nightkin surely knew we are here.

We turn a corner and all I can see is a long hallway, illuminated by dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling. A shrill scraping noise, akin to metal grinding against metal, fills the hallway, making me flinch. I squint, trying to make out something that would tell me where the nightkin is, but the sound is the only give away.

Soul crouches and fires in half a second, making the light bulbs shake and the light just 10 feet in front of us shimmer and glisten, almost like grease on water. The light slithers forward, the image glitching and twitching, the nightkin appearing and disappearing three times before his metal club shatters the mirage and nearly my shoulder.

I roll past the nightkin, narrowly avoiding another blow from the club. I crouch, quickly firing all six shots I have available, trying to aim for his head. Five of the shots hit their mark, gashing through his blue tinted cheeks, making him yell in agony.

I feel heat rip through my leg and I look down to see a hole burning through my jeans. My eyes widen and I look over to where OX is making a high pitched whistling noise, spinning around and firing at random.

I squeak as I duck under the nightkins club again, racing to where OX is having a meltdown. I grab onto the side of his grated face, as I would look someone in the eye, trying to calm him down, "OX! It's okay! Calm down!"

He doesn't respond with a beep or a hum, only a hiccup in the discordant metallic noise he is emitting. Soul growls at me to move and I side step with OX in my arms to avoid the nightkin.

I can't shoot with a distressed robot clenched to my chest, so I take a deep breath and face the bloodied nightkin skidding to a halt a few feet in front of me. It takes him a moment to turn around, but when he does, he speeds towards me, club raised behind him.

I ignore Soul screaming at me to, "Get the fuck out of the way!" and wait until the nightkin is a meter away to jump up in the air, as high as my mile long legs will take me. With OX shivering in my hands, I lodge my foot in the nightkins face, making him tumble backwards. Soul shoots past me, putting a bullet in the nightkins forehead. The giant creature thumps to the ground, black blood slicking the floor in every inch of the hallway.

I take a shaky breath and turn around, giving Soul a wobbly thumbs up. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his white hair, which is in stark comparison to my locks now tinged with black blood. He stands up from his crouched position, walking towards OX and I.

He nudges the now quiet robot with an elbow, giving me a look of defeat, "I don't know what we're going to do with him right now. We don't have anything that can fix him, but we can't fight with him, he's becoming a danger." He points to the singed hole in my jeans, blood dripping from the ripped fabric, "But we can't exactly leave him here, he'll get ripped to shreds."

I exhale slowly, subconsciously petting OX like an injured cat, "I don't know. I guarantee we're going to be attacked by another nightkin soon, we don't really have much time to discuss this."

Soul grunts in agreement, taking a step in front of me at the thought of another monster coming around the corner, "Just hold him."

I raise an eyebrow, eyeing him suspiciously, "Hold him? How am I supposed to fight while I hold him? I mean I got that kick in, but that's only because he was already nearly dead anyway."

Soul smiles as his wine colored eyes scour the hallway for anything dangerous, "He'll be your gun. Just hold him and let him fire. Simple as that, right?"

I chuckle, bringing OX up to my face, "You hear that? I'll just hold you so you don't need to try and fight on your own." OX makes a relieved noise, his beeping at almost a normal tone now. I shoulder my rifle, holding OX in both hands, "I'll be your eyes."

Soul snorts behind me as I start padding down the hallway, "And I'll be your eyes, since you can't seem to figure out where the nightkin are hiding."

I huff in annoyance, not bothering to mask the sound anymore. I refuse to be the rodent in some distorted game of cat and mouse any longer. I notice a door to my right and motion for Soul to look my way. He places his body against the door and quickly opens it, pointing his gun around and peering through the sight.

There doesn't seem to be any shimmering light or wavering molecules to speak of, so Soul inches his way into the room, waving for me to follow. There are huge computers filling up the room, almost piling on top of each other. The lights on the monitors have long gone out, but you can still make out the faint undertones of green on the control pads.

I maneuver OX over to one arm and use the other to brush my fingers over the keys, missing the low hum of the other computers I saw earlier. Soul inspects every corner of the room before giving me the all clear,

"There's nothing in here. Let's keep going."

I nod, heading out of the room and into the hallway. The air is knocked from my lungs as something hard and heavy smacks me straight in the chest. I fly backwards, my back cracking harshly on the wall of the hallway. I choke on the blood filling my mouth, coughing up the excess liquid from biting my tongue nearly in half.

OX is rolling on the floor next to me, the right half of his body crumpled and sparking with uncovered wires. I scramble over to him, gently picking him up and cradling him in my arms. Hot tears prickle my eyes, making my throat become thick with more than just blood. Soul is attempting to play keep away with the now visible nightkin that had attacked us as we walked from the room.

He's making use of the pistol I had given him, seeing as he didn't have someone to cover him and reload his sniper. I stand up and place OX on the ground as carefully as I can, "It's going to be okay." I choke out, stepping forward with my rifle in my hand.

If I had to guess, the red tinting my vision probably looks like flames.

I kick off the ground and run forward, catching the nightkin off guard with a punch to the jaw. It tumbles backwards, only to swing his club at my face. I duck and shoot from the ground, piercing the bottom of his jaw and up through his head. It falters for a moment, but I jump up before he can recover, jamming my knee into his stomach, and showering his torso with my remaining five bullets.

I wrench more ammo from my pack, angrily reloading my rifle and shooting the dead nightkin six more times. Soul grabs my shoulder, firmly pulling me away from the mutilated body.

"That's enough, Girl."

The crimson is rapidly dripping from my eyesight, leaving the world a dull gray after my rage has worn off. I drop to my knees in front of OX, nearly cracking my teeth in the process of clenching my jaw. I wipe my eyes and pick him up, inspecting the damage. He beeps wearily at me and I hold him tightly to my chest.

Soul kneels down next to me, putting a hand on OX, "You're a sturdy robot, right? You're going to be just fine. We've got to kill the rest of these bastards and then we can find someone to fix you right up."

OX beeps in the same tone, shuddering in my arms. I bow my head when the amusing thought strikes me. There are three people in this Wasteland that I had let close to my heart. One was a human girl, one was a dog, and one was a robot with the funniest set of artificial intelligence. Two are dead, and one is on the verge of shutting down for good.

My grip tightens on OX, and I stand, waiting for Soul to follow me, "We're going to get out of here and fix you up, OX, I swear it. I'm not letting anyone else that I love die."

Soul ruffles my hair as he shuffles behind me, and for once it doesn't seem condescending. It's as if that's the only way he knows how to comfort me. I smile softly at him, muttering a quiet, "Thanks."

This snarky sniper is worming his way into my heart as well. I suppose this just gives me more people to protect.

I hold OX in one arm and use the other to pull out my pistol, knowing I can't shoot my rifle without two hands. I scowl in the direction of the next hallway, knowing how unlucky the next nightkin to cross my path is going to be.

Authors note- I have a really bad habit of killing off my favorite characters.. I've gotten a great deal better at reigning in that impulse, but the whole Jackie and Lantern thing is still depressing me. MASOCHISTIC TENDENCIES.