Chapter 53
Begin again in the night
Let's sway again tonight
Your arm on my shoulder
Your cheek against mine
Where can we go
When will we find that we know...
Where can we go
When will we find that we know
To let go
Begin, begin again tonight ...Vera Keyes
Luck 1
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Vault girl and Shepard sat hunched over a small set of cards.
Silently passing the night away.
A ghost groaned outside as vault girl expertly cut the deck.
'I win again.' Shepard smirked, her face hidden behind her cards.
Vault girls shoulders slumped in irritation.
She never won at cards.
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Chemist
Vault girl cocked her head as she stared at the curious residue smearing the cracked walls of the villa.
Taking an empty whisky bottle, she carefully scrapped at the wall until the bottle was full.
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Armed and dangerous
Shepard grinned as she slung the automatic rifle across her shoulder. Her mouth quirked as she watched vault girl take a few practice swings with the dull blade of her cosmic knife.
Chuckling, Shepard tossed a box of abraxo cleaner to the dweller whose lips curved into a pleased smile.
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Jury Rigging
Shepard flipped through the magazine with mild interest as vault girl attempted to glue some knives to the end of a spear.
Frustrated, the vault dweller looked around for her duct tape.
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In My Footsteps
God looked down at the humans. Shabbily dressed and small. Idiotic.. pathetic.
His eyes were drown to the small one... the one with the collar and eyes filled with greed.
How familiar.. little to know beyond the obvious.
Another pawn to the old man, like so many others.
The other... strong, clad in the armour of the Sierra Madre. Her face set with purpose.
Unusual, She did not belong here.
She shouldn't be here.
Not like the other.
Still.. they would do nicely.
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Ghost Hunter
'Dog can tell when they not yet dead.'
Shepard listened wearily as her companion spoke in whispers with the frighteningly large creature. She watched as they turned to the unconscious ghost in eerily synchronized movements. Descending upon it as it's head jerked from side to side.
Shepard looked away long before it stopped screaming.
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Ghastly scavenger
'Why are there so many ghosts?' Shepard shouted as her face was nearly taken off by the jagged teeth of a bear trap.
Vault girl shrugged and god chuckled. 'Must be the smell of humans.'
Shepard shot him a dirty look as she blew the head off the charging ghost.
Vault girl paused as her stomach rumbled.
God's lips arched upwards slightly as the small human reached for the downed ghost.
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Listen!
Vault girl clutched her neck as her collar started to beep. Taking a few steps back, She let out a breath of the air as the forboding beeping quieted.
She jumped as a shot rang out and spun around to see Shepard looking pleased with herself as she leaned next to a sparking bit of metal hanging on the wall.
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Hey kid, you all right?
Vault girl eyed the glowing clinic sign as she held her spear loosely in one hand. An odd itch seemed to creep across her skin as the glow seemed to grow brighter the longer she stared and the sounds of the Madre grew distant and unimportant.
'Is the small one unwell?' God asked Shepard who shrugged noncommittally as she eyed some nearby graffiti.
"RUNRUNRUN"
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Vault girl ignored the roar of static in her ears as she pushed through the clinic door.
The hard part is letting go...
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A/N Not every story has a happy ending.
Some don't even have an ending.
