Don't Own Borderlands, Only The Oc.

'thought'

"Speech"

System

"Speech through echo devices and Text via book, notes, or newspaper... when those are around..."

(Mid Chapter Authors Notes)

I slowly float down into a massive cavern the large worm... dragon... thing... corpse left behind us.

'let's try this!'

I wave a hand, a wall of sand quickly forming in front of me, it slowly ripples as it continues to float there. I point my hand downwards, causing it to fall to pieces abruptly.

"This is pretty neat." I grin.

"A-Alright, stop playing in the sand like a little kid." Gaige stutters as she lands next to me with a crouch, trying to hide her fear of heights behind a simple amused jab.

I slowly turn to look at her, eyes wide. "Did you just-"

"Maya floated me." She cuts me off.

"Oh good, I thought you just tossed yourself off a cliff despite your incredible, crippling- literally- fear of heights."

"…"

"Are you making fun of the fact that I broke my arm when I was like eight?" She asks with a half-lidded stare.

"Yeeeees? Frankly I'm still freaked out by the sand skag-worm whale-dragon thing and I'm using any comedy I can find as a coping mechanism." I state with a low tittering- and nervous- hum.

Zero lands behind us as well, I glance upwards to see Axton slowly being floated down the two hundred foot or so drop from the desert above.

"Wait... if we're all coming down here... who's watching the ship?" I slowly ask.

I see Axton's descent pause for a moment before it begins rapidly floating upwards again.

"Son of a bitch!" His shout of annoyance reaches all the way down here.

I shrug. "I mean, we're taking everything with us, so we'll just sort everything later."

I hold up a rectangular block slightly larger than the size of my fist and grin. "Say hello to the portable digistruct storage container! It's physically incapable of shrinking with any living matter inside, so we don't have to worry about people getting squished! Plus, it is incredibly durable! In fact, I'd say that it is nearly invincible in its compact state!"

Salvador and Krieg land next, followed by Tina and Maya herself.

"You fuckers better save me some good stuff." Axton growls through our echo.

"Don't worry Axton, we'll be sorting it out later. We're just gonna take everything and shove it into a box. Personally, I don't like to be under so much sand, so the sooner we get out, the better."

We walk along a sandstone pathway, eventually coming to a large sealed door.

"Treaaasuuuure." Salvador grins, practically salivating.

Tina grins and pulls out the swordsplosion, but I hold out a hand. "Wait. This door is sandstone."

I point a hand toward the door and smirk as the door creaks open steadily, eventually clearing a path for us to continue on.

We quietly walk forwards, passing in between two white pillars as we step towards some form of pyramid.

Maya slowly glances around before letting out a quiet gasp. "This place... is Eridian..."

She's right, there are Eridian statues all over the place, and the Aztec-like pyramid has a purple glow, similar to eridium.

"Man, you can sure tell its eridian when you have a bunch of statues of bug people sticking their asses out and have a serious case of hunch neck." I mutter as I slowly look around.

Dozens of chests line the pyramid as I look around the room, the roof is a dirty white, perhaps some uncut marble, jagged points of the same marble like substance point down at the edges of the room, all but the far side... actually, it looks like all of the sharp bits of marble are pointed that way.

I glance back towards the door we just walked through, the two pillars don't completely reach the ceiling, in fact, they are slightly conical in shape and taper off into a point a little before hitting the roof.

Two large brown pillars a little farther out come down from the roof, stabbing into the sandy ground dozens of feet below.

Around the bottom of the cavern is a line of marble in a sort of U shape, the two large pillars seem to be hooked onto it, and it has dozens upon dozens of those sharp marble points that the roof has.

This looks familiar...

I shake my head and catch up with the group as the begin to scale the Pyramid.

I toss out the rectangle and watch as it quickly expands into a large cargo container about twelve feet wide and tall, and thirty feet deep.

I throw open the doors as a square of sandstone quickly forms beneath my body, I use it to carry myself to the top of the pyramid and look around.

I glance to the platform.

It's about half a foot thick... it should be able to support these easily.

I pick up a large chest and place it on top, then I do the same with another right beside the first.

"Let's get to loadin!" I call out.

A chest gains a purple outline behind me as I float the pallet of chests towards the box.

I slide the two large chests inside, then step out of the way of two glowing smaller chests that are slid into the remaining floor room at the back of the container.

Hn. It's like a game of Tetris.

I step back outside and look up to the ceiling, it seems to rise higher towards the back of the room, and the roof has dozens of large holes facing forwards-

I look to the front of the cave, then to the back as Maya continues loading stuff.

"This is a skull..." I whisper.

"Hn?" Gaige asks, standing just close enough to hear my statement.

"We are in a fucking skull right now, Gaige." I whisper.

Her eyes widen, she looks up, to the front of the cave, and then to the back. "Oh... Oh shit... the thing we killed was... just a baby... wasn't it?"

"Maybe not a baby... but probably not fully grown... the reason it protected this zone is because of its... parent maybe? Is this an ancient breeding ground?"

I cup my chin and turn to front of the cave. "I'll be right back I need to check something. Tell them to keep loading, alright."

I walk back into an absolutely massive cave... this is where you would have fought the leviathan in the game.

I float out towards the edge and look down into the depths.

I silently create a wooden stick and set it alight with a snap of my fingers.

I drop it off the edge and listen.

The burning stick continues downwards... farther and farther. It lands with a splash, snuffing out the light completely.

I cringe. 'Oh god, I really don't want to know, but... my curiosity is getting the best of me...'

I jump off the edge and begin falling, I turn create an extremely bright glowstick with one hand and hurl it downwards as hard as I can.

I wait... and wait... and wait...

There's a splash so I open my glowing siren wings, halting my momentum.

I land on a small sea bank, glowing moss lines the ceilings as eridium crystals protrude from the walls.

Water gently licks the sandy coast as I stare off into the darkness, it looks like this cave continues on beneath the waves... but fuck that. Hah! Maybe when I'm a god!

I freeze as I see something barely visible in the waves... an iconic arch... but only the top of it... it looks more like a hoop than an arch at this level... and that means there is a tremendous drop off just beyond this small beach.

The sheer size of that vault must be... astounding.

In borderlands the vaults always seem to be taller than they are wide... yet even the tip of this arch is easily several city blocks wide. That means that this vault must be hundreds if not thousands of feet tall...

Whatever is in there...

I look back upwards.

If we killed the baby... and there is a skeleton large enough for a temple inside of it... perhaps the mother- no wait, females are typically larger than males in the animal kingdom...

If baby and the daddy dearest are up there...

Mommy Mearest here must be something that the eridians deemed far too dangerous to be kept on this planet.

I glance upwards and swallow slowly.

Oh god. This is literally my largest, greatest, and most horrifying fear...

The eridians must have drained the entire ocean into that single vault... the leftovers were just evaporated by the harsh pandoran sun.

It makes you think... just what are they hiding in there?

I see shifting deep in the water... something large. Like. it's a head that's as long as a school bus large. So, I simply nod once, smile, and react as calmly as I can... I stop time, and FLY THE FUCK UP AS FAST AS I FUCKING CAN HOLY SHIT FUCK THAT NONONONONO!

I clear the ledge in record time as time resumes, I land with a crash, creating a small crater as I turn and run back inside with all the other vault hunters.

I stop next to Gaige who looks over at my slightly disheveled appearance and raises an eyebrow. "So, where'd you go?"

I let out a low whine and give her a smile. "DO-n't worry about it."

I lower my tone of voice quickly and give her a small smile and sit down, bringing my knees up to my chest.

I let out a long shaky breath. "Hnnnnnnn."

I flinch as Gaige's hand brushes against my arm, causing my head to thump against the cargo container with a fairy loud clanging noise.

"Are you... alright?" She whispers with wide eyes.

"I-I'm fine. Thanks for asking." I smile as I bring my hands up to my mouth and nose, letting out a shaky breath into my palms.

"No you're not." She hisses. "What did you find?!"

"A vault." I state.

"Oh." She whispers. "Oooooh. Was the leviathan a vault monster?!"

I look around the skull cave.

"…" she is silent as she looks around as well, quickly reformatting her question.

"Was THIS a vault monster?!" She asks.

"Noooooooo." I weakly protest. "No, it wasn't."

"…"

"What did you see?" She slowly asks.

"I-I jumped off the cliff because I was genuinely curious, I got to the bottom and there was an underground beach that led to a lake... not only did I see some form of massive creature in it... I saw the top of a vault... you don't understand Gaige.

I create an upside down V out of sand. "Most vault looks like this-"

"I saw. The Torgue Vault looked like that except it was in a hole." She cuts off.

"…"

The very top of the V floats off, barely even five percent of the total V. "I only saw this part... yet it was already as large as the room out there."

I point outside.

"I think the fucking eridians drained entire oceans into the vault purely to capture WHATEVER is in there. I might be crazy sometimes, the Varkid incident is proof, but I do NOT want to unleash whatever the hell is in there."

"I think you're right." Gaige nods. "You are absolutely one hundred percent right. We had trouble putting down the regular leviathan."

She gestures around us. "This would have killed us, so whatever is potentially in that vault would kill us considerably more."

I let out a shaky sigh. "And who knows if it's just an underground lake... it could be an underground ocean! And we wouldn't know because FUCK getting anywhere near the water on this fucking planet!"

I sharply inhale then exhale, closing my eyes and calming my raging heartbeat.

My eyes open a moment later as I let out another breath. "Alright, let's load everything up and get the hell out of here."

Pov: Elsewhere.

Damn brat... making him worry like that... but all he was doing was going on a damned scavenger hunt. Ugh. He thought they were doing something threatening like having the Anomaly drain another vault monster or something.

So many contingencies made for the past week... all rendered worthless. Now he has to personally send out messages to take all of the Hyperion outposts off high alert.

If only someone told him that the vault hunters were in their sector instead of never communicating with Hyperion.

Ugh. He hates it when his own men go rogue.

So much annoying paperwork.

A hologram of a woman appears from a projector on the man's desk. "Handsome Jack... the man you wanted to see is waiting outside your office."

Ah. His secretary. Someone who actually does their job. A rarity in this fucking company.

"Thanks, Darcie, send him in." The man states as he quickly swivels his chair around.

The door silently opens as the man steeples his hands in front of his face.

"S-Sir?" The man stutters, causing the CEO of Hyperion to slowly turn his chair, shooting his employee the most unimpressed glare he can manage. "So... I think you know why I called you?"

"N-No?" The man flinches. "I-I don't?"

"You are terrible at lying." The Ceo deadpans with a half-lidded stare.

"Earlier today I discovered that certain rebels had infiltrated your sector... that lead me to an even greater discovery that you hadn't updated Hyperion Headquarters on your status... for three months... despite the regulations clearly stating that you should have reported once per week, bare minimum... I am extremely disappointed in you, Jerry."

"I-It wasn't our fault!" The man gapes. "We were harassed by pirates at almost all times, our signal has been jammed for months! I-it was impossible to send a report because we couldn't communicate with anyone outside the area!"

The masked man narrows his eyes. "Are you telling me that Hyperion state of the art tech was jammed by a bunch of savages, who around fifty percent of cannot even form coherent thoughts or sentences? Those are the people who miraculously overcame our dozens upon dozens of fire walls, disrupted our broadcast towers, and even hid themselves from our space station?"

"N-No?"

"Then I see this as falling solely on you, correct?" The Ceo snaps with a slight eyebrow twitch. "When I promoted you, Jerry, I expected Competence. Not incompetence!"

"I-I'm sorry sir!" The man grovels, bowing his head clenching his eyes shut.

The Ceo glares at the man. "Jerry you are a monumental dumbass. I expected better from my workers. Your incompetence to do a simple job has cost the company millions. Your duty was to clear out the Washburne Refinery and make it operational once more, yet you couldn't even do that. You goofed off and thought that I wouldn't notice."

"Even IF some sort of genius intellect managed to somehow make some form of jamming device, if you weren't such a complete and total fuckup with less IQ than a fucking pickle, you should have easily been able to easily... EASILY get around it by sending a squad of loader bots outside of the range of the fucking jammer, Jerry."

The Ceo grabs the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Dear god you are such a fuck up, Jerry. Why is everyone on this fucking planet lacking BASIC common sense! BASIC PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS!"

"Do you know what two plus two is, Jerry?" The man continues to mock. "Do you know basic math?!"

"Do you know the REASON I hired you?! Because at this point, god if I know!" He continues. "You, with high tech Hyperion weaponry and technology, piss and moan about restarting a simple REFINERY, stating that it is an impossible task with a bunch of cave men with pointed sticks running around-"

"S-Sir please just give me another chance." The man cuts in.

The Ceo's eyebrow twitches madly at being cut off. "I was just going to demote you for your massive fuck up after berating you for a while... but you know what? No. Not anymore."

"S-Sir?"

The Ceo pushes a button under his desk, moments later a loader bot is pushes out of a hatch in the wall, it thumps to the ground and quickly transforms from its compact state into its combat state.

It points a Hyperion SMG at the man stood across from where the CEO is sitting.

"Kneel." It growls in its heavily modulated voice. "Hands on your head."

"S-Sir! I-I'm sorry! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!" The man sobs.

"GET ON YOUR KNEES!" The loader bot commands.

The man shivers as he kneels, raising his hands and putting them on his head. "P-Please don't kill me."

The Ceo gives the man a kind hearted smile. "Kill you? Wh- Jerry I would never!"

"Knock him out." He glares to the loader bot.

"Affirmative." The loader bot accepts as it raises a hand, lightning crackles around its fist as the man lets out a shout of panic.

"NONO WAI-" *CRUNCH*

The loader bot smashes a robotic fist into the back of the man's head, sending his sprawling across the floor with a small spray of blood.

"Target neutralized. Vitals stable." The Loader bot drones as it looks to its master for further commands.

"Bind him." The Ceo commands.

"Affirmative." The bot nods as a panel in its chest slides open, it reaches in and pulls out a pair of hoops.

It slides a hoop over each of the man's hands, and they shrink around the wrist, a hard-light tether appears in between the two hoops after a moment.

"Angel." The man states.

"…"

A moment passes.

"Yes, Jack?" The secret siren asks.

"Please transport dear Jerry here to the facility... put him in as a test subject for Project Hyperius." The Ceo nods down to the unconscious man that is slowly turning the marble floors red as he bleeds from a gash in his scalp.

"…"

"Also. Please send up a Janitor. He is bleeding quite a bit." He adds on after a moment of pondering.

"Yes, Jack." Angel relents with a small sigh. "I'll send a transport right away."

Pov: Elsewhere, yet not Jack Centric POV

A man with brown leather armor, a white turban and mask combo leans back with his feet up on the bar counter, his mask is pulled down as he chugs a beer, in the other hand is a pistol pointing at a man who has both his hands raised above his head.

The original man stops chugging. "Now... wha' tis it that you were sayin?"

The sound of several clicking guns catch his attention.

"How dare you do this to our town! This town is property of the Blue Moon Gang! After we're done with you, you're gonna be full of so many holes people won't even be able to tell what you where!" The man being held at gunpoint shouts.

With a flourish, his pistol flashes out, with four shots, four men fall dead.

The man returns to pointing his gun at the original blue moon gang man as the he gives his hostage a toothy smile.

He gestures downwards with his gun, causing the man to slowly get onto his knees.

The barrel of the gun presses against his forehead, causing the blue moon thug to let out a groan as the smoking hot barrel scalds a circular mark into his flesh.

"Barkeep... another beer." The gun wielding man calls out, causing the man behind the bar to quickly grab another beer and place it on the counter.

The man reaches over, grabbing the bottle and flicking off the cap with his thumb, he begins chugging it as well as he continues holding a man at gun point.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he sets another empty bottle on the table, he glances over to the kneeling man. "Now, what was it you and your friends over there were gonna do to me? Fill me fulla holes? Bullshit."

*BANG*

The gun arcs downwards and with a squeeze of the trigger, a bullet smashes right in the kneeling man's kneecap, causing him to let out a shout of pain.

"AGH- SON OF A-"

The smoking barrel is pressed against his face, cutting his swear short as he lets out another yell of pain.

"AAGHH!"

*BANG*

"Shush. Yer killing my buzz." The gun toting man growls as he shoots the man's other kneecap, once more pressing the burning barrel up against the man's face as he writhes about.

"Another beer, Barkeep."

Another bottle is placed on the table, another bottle cap is flicked off with a thumb, and another beer is chugged in around ten seconds.

The man lets out another sigh of relief. "Y'know, this place is actually pretty good. Booze ain't that bad either. Shame I have to do this."

He presses the barrel of his gun to the blue moon thug's chin and pulls the trigger, sending blood, skull fragments, and brains everywhere.

He stands up to his full height, revealing just how tall and Lankey he is, nearly reaching eight feet tall as he grabs something below his barstool, he slowly drags the object behind him as he leaves the countertop with twenty empty bottles of booze atop it.

He grabs the handle of the object and hoists it up onto his shoulder as he leaves through the western styled doors and continues walking, after about thirty feet he turns around and shoots a rocket through the window, causing the entire bar to explode in a massive ground shaking boom, flaming pieces of wood and metal fragments go everywhere.

"Shame." He repeats as he shakes his head.

He turns and walks out of the burning town as he fixes his rocket launcher on his back, his echo abruptly lights up.

"Gee! Master Gee!"

"Hn? Who is it? What do you want? Can't you see I'm doing something incredibly important right now?" The man sighs as he fixes his mask to cover is face, his two glowing blue eyes peering out and gazing across the desert sands, looking for any stragglers.

They've probably gotten pretty far, now that he thinks about it... he did sort of stop at the bar and have like twenty drinks before continuing to blow stuff up.

"M-Master Gee! S-Sandman is dead..."

"WHAT?!" The man roars.

The man's eyes narrow. "Who killed my brother... was it that bitch Scarlett?! I knew I should have killed her when I had the chance!"

"No! It wasn't her! I don't know who they were! It was a group of people we've never met before! They busted in here and started gunning everyone down! I barely escaped with my life! I've been walking through the desert for thirty hours! Thank god I finally managed to get out of the range of that echo jammer! You need to come back now! I need to avenge boss!"

"I'm on my way back... stick around... I'll find you."

Pov: Elsewhere again. Still not a Returned Pov.

A dented hook hand frees itself from several folds of flesh as blue goop pours from the large wound.

A woman crawls her way out and flops onto the sand, absolutely coated in blue goop- and now, sand.

She lets out a weak groan as she stares up to the stary sky.

Stars? It was mid-day when she was rushing for the treasure... then she got sniped by that damned assassin-

She will admit, pissing them off? Bad move.

Getting eaten by a massive worm?

Also, a bad move.

Judging by the many stars in the sky, she has been in that damned worm for at least thirty or so hours.

Possibly the longest she has even been in a massive Pandoran beast... hell, it's the only time.

She lets out another weak groan and sits up, her eye widens as she spies that this isn't just a sand wurm... it is connected to a much larger body.

"Oh dear god what the bloody hell is that?!" The woman asks as she shimmies backwards.

She looks at the absolutely eviscerated beast with wide eyes.

They... did all this damage? To THAT?!

Holy fuck. She is lucky to be alive.

The number of times she has cheated death in the past Pandoran day is absolutely astounding. The ship, the sniper, the worm, all this damage to the worm while she was nearly being digested, the worm dying and allowing her to escape the beast's stomach- mostly- unscathed?

She has a couple burns on her leg, and the paint is stripped from her metal leg, but there are a few bullet holes within it, the machinery within sprays a couple sparks from the holes.

She grimaces at the blue goop over her body.

"Ugh. Disgusting." She growls.

If there's one thing that's harder to get out of an outfit than sand... it's blood... covered in sand...

She probably going to be washing herself for weeks to get rid of the blue stains.

She flicks some blood off her hand and slowly gets to her feet, taking a stumbling step forward as she brings her hand up to her side.

It looks like she will need to start over... she may have lost the treasure of the sands, but there are bound to be more things out in the world.

She'll need a new crew, a new ship...

Sparks spew from her peg leg as she takes another step.

And a new leg.

She hobbles forwards and begins to take stock of what she has currently.

She has a malfunctioning leg, a mechanical arm which is almost completely inoperable, only useful as a blunt object, no echo device, no more crew members- as she had to kill the ones that got eaten with her due to a sudden mutiny, because they apparently didn't like being used as human shields- and a Jakobs fire revolver with one bullet left.

At least her shield is still functional. Perhaps one of the only things that survived her stint into the belly of a titanic beast.

She lets out a long breath as she continues staggering away.

"Scarlett! Is that you?!"

She freezes in place, skin paling considerably as she hears a voice... a voice that she loathes- and fears- more than anything else.

An old balding man with stitches around his head stands a short distance away, he gapes at the woman, he has one blind eye and one eye filled with obsession.

"I knew you would survive! I just knew it!" He shouts as he begins rushing forwards.

The woman draws her revolver and without even hesitating, with her final bullet, she shoots the man square in the chest, but it does nothing.

He staggers back as a shield springs to life around him.

The woman stares at her gun as her hand slowly shakes. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

"Oh, Scarlett you were always feisty! That's why I love you! Don't worry! I'll show you to my home and we can get back at those vault hunters who tricked you! Come on! Let's go! I want to show you my collection of love! I uh- c-could you maybe give me your shirt? It's absolutely filthy, I'll wash if for you! Come on! Give me your shirt... and the pants... you are so filthy Scarlett, don't worry, I'll make sure to clean you up!"

Why can't this fucking bastard just die?!

There is a sudden splash of blood causing the woman's eyes to widen, arcing from the ground behind the man are dozens of small barbs of sand, they stab into Herbert's exposed back, a few deforming on his shield that quickly breaks, allowing the rest to pierce cleanly through his chest as he gurgles and twitches.

"W-Why, Scarlett?" He asks. "I-I loved you!"

The woman flinches, causing the sand to lose its form, the man falls forwards in a heap, he lays face down in the sand, steadily tinting the grains red with his blood.

The woman slowly puts her weapon in her holster, silently wondering what the fuck just happened, then she experimentally holds out a hand towards the sandy ground.

The sand twists and turns, a steady twister of sand coming up to meet her palm.

"…"

She is utterly silent.

The sands... they bend to her whim...

She looks to her body, covered in blue blood.

Is it because she is covered in the blood of the leviathan? Is sand manipulation what it used to move its titanic body around in the Dry Seas as if it were simply water?

She sits down in the sand and frowns, gazing towards her robotic leg.

She silently reaches down and removes it from her body, pulling a couple release levers and allowing it to slide off easily.

Sand rushes into the open spot, and after a minute or two of experimentation and mental prodding, a sandy boot is in the prosthesis' place.

She stands up and takes a careful step forward. The sand ripples slightly but it supports her weight as she follows through with another step.

She has gained new wondrous powers... honestly, that's probably worth more than whatever Captain Blade's treasure and gold could have ever been. Maybe the true treasure wasn't whatever weapons, gold, or jewels he left underground, but The Leviathan itself!

She will probably need to mess around with her new found power in the future, determine its strengths and weaknesses, she can tell that it definitely doesn't hold a candle to whatever the Leviathan might have been capable of, but she is still unsure of the amount of sand she can command, and the true control she holds over them... how fine can she make her control? Could she theoretically pick any lock with her new powers? Stop bullets?

The woman shakes her head. These are all things she can discover later... as of right now? She needs to get out of this Sand Wurm infested desert and get some water.

She leaves the soon to be rotting corpse of Herbert the pervert- a fitting name she supposes, the Kid at least got that right- and begins making the slow on-foot trek towards Oasis. If she remembers correctly, Sandman's base had a massive lagoon, and it should be around there.

The sands twist behind her slightly as the woman smirks.

With these new powers, she might be able to get some revenge on those vault hunters... hn. maybe. It's not a matter of if she could, it's a matter on 'does she want to deal with the fallout'. Reluctantly she has to admit, the brat was right. That silent assassin of theirs is extremely deadly, and the small one apparently made her bomb considerably better in the ten to twenty hours they had it? There's the Siren- which honestly, was a massive red flag, she honestly should have crushed the thought of betraying them the moment one of them was a siren, then there's the two who were 'on vacation'… her best men... all slain in under a second, unable to even get out a single shout or plea for help.

Honestly, she's still a little confused on who did it. Are they both strong? Does one hold absolutely monstrous strength while the other is weak? Was it the boy or the girl?

She shakes her head. Yeaaaah, she might just cut her losses and leave them alone. those people- nay, monsters- are best left to themselves... don't poke a sleeping spider ant with a stick and all that.

She pauses.

She might mess with them... enough to be endearing... maybe make it so they wouldn't kill her if they happen to see her out in the wilds. She might have betrayed them, sure, but heeeey nobody got hurt- barring her- and nobody died- barring her crew, but she neither cared about them, nor where they important in the grand scheme of things.

She nods once. She might as well be that villain you love to hate! Like hopps... from crime fighter frog.

The sand crunches beneath her boots as she resolutely continues on, a massive dead monster and a deceased sexual offender left in her wake.

WELL WELL WELL this chapter came together quickly! Most of those other POVs where planned for like, the end of last chapter, but the fight took up quite a bit so they got pushed to this chapter.

I wrote like 5.5k words in 24 hours... DAMN DUDE that's like... insane for me. Most chapters take like, at least a week for me to get them that long... but of course, like I said, this chapter was planned, so I guess I didn't have to make stuff up as I go along like I normally do.

Guest Reviews:

Guest 001: Yeah, sort of like the Psychoreaver boss fight fakeout from BL3

the best guest: Thanks! I'm glad you think so highly of my fic! It really means a lot to me to have reviews like this!

Daisy: Siren powers aren't hereditary, and while David's future children might be a little... abnormal... that comes from the numerous vault monsters he has slain and eaten, not his siren fuckery.

Guest: here, have another!

JustAFan123 man, I got so many 'Gaara' reviews... I just gave him sand control because, well, it was a supreme invincible and had the ability to swim in sand... I've never even watched a single episode of Naruto.

Bitch: eh, true, the Scarlett arc was basically nothing as the group did their own thing while Gaige and David chilled out for a while. It was mainly set up for this chapter entirely.

Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this really fast chapter. I'll see you all next time!