AN: While waiting anxiously for Mad Max 4: Fury Road to be filmed and released (is ever!), I thought I'd try my hand at continuing the legendary saga of Max Rockatansky. But lo and behold, therewas no category for Mad Max fics! Until on, y'all, we may not need another hero, but we do some Mad Max stories!
And also, give the story a chance. No smut. A lot of action, though. And car chases. Gotta have those.
Disclaimer: Mad Max and related characters are the creation of George Miller and Terry Hayes.
Story and non-cannon characters are the creation of MercedesAria.
Lyrics to "We Don't Need A Hero" are by Edguy.
Chapter 1: Almost Within Reach
We are falling - falling to rise... Pain is the guide out of the wastelands...
We don't need a hero... We are falling - falling to rise...
No charlatan to show you the light... We don't need a hero...
Desolation wasn't just a description of the place, it was also its name. In the past years, a few places like it had emerged, modeled after Bartertown. None were successful. They were nothing more than filthy caverns of waste, crawling with loathsome creatures that preyed upon pathetic renderings of man. Those unfortunate enough to stumbled through these places, moved on quickly, after taking what they wanted- that is, assuming they could find something worth taking.
When you wake up in the fire... And your harbor lies in ruins...
You wonder why the giant has been shot... Fired off down from the sky...
You plead for explanation... Is it accident or rule?
The only thing that set Desolation a part from its decaying sisters was its marketplace. The Marketplace was more successful that its Bartertown predecessor and far more ruthlessly regulated.
In the midst of the controlled chaos of business was a young woman in tattered animal hide clothes. She was hidden in the shadows of the stalls as her immense emerald eyes took in every gory detail of the scene around her. She was young and alone and female, a fatal combination in this place, but for the moment she was not perturbed by this- she was on the prowl.
And where is your childhood hero... To drive all the demons away?
She shivered in the dampness of the air, pulling her long hair around her shoulders in an effort to keep warm. Her gaze never wavered from their mission until shorter locks of amber tresses fell into her eyes. Lifting a leather-cuffed wrist, she pushed the bangs back and that's when she saw him.
What if the light sines in darkness my friend?
We are falling - falling to rise... Pain is the guide out of the wastelands...
Indignity is the leader to escort us to fen...
Where they say the light is endemic... If only I could comprehend...
Now you're old enough to face it... Oh we don't need a hero...
No we don't need a hero...