Chapter 7: Breaking the safehouse

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Two weeks later

Sledge's safehouse

Drax

Drax had a sadistic grin as he smashed another guard in the nose with his fist before following up with an elbow strike into the stomach causing him to double over before smashing his knee into the guard's face. The guard fell to the ground unconscious before Drax dove across the floor as bullets flew everywhere lighting up the dirt wall behind him. Drax rolled behind cover and grabbed the pistol he knocked away from the guard before killing the unconscious one from behind cover and blind firing into the squad that was sent to end him. The battle grew more and more intense as grenades were thrown and Drax was running low on the most recent scavenged ammunition. Drax began to cackle and laugh hysterically as he dove across the floor behind new cover with more ammo for him to use. Bullets tore through the counter tops and the torture chair used to interrogate him as he moved from cover to cover and very sparingly shooting a bullet or two at any vulnerable person.

He finally stayed put behind a pillar of concrete as chips flew off of it as a spray of machine gun fire ate at it. Drax turned the corner and fired with a loud bang before sitting up in a pure white room. Drax wiped his forehead and felt the sweat slick off of it. Another dream of a memory that passed. Dark cackling persisted next to him as the other Drax was enjoying the older memories that haunted the mind of the main host. Drax growled as he felt the emotions from the past hit his conscious in full force. The Rage, Fear, Excitement, and the Thrill of fighting such an impossible fight only to come victorious in the end. "Doesn't that just make your blood rush Drax? Knowing that you should by all means be dead and instead you not only survived but you thrived in such a hostile environment." The other Drax spoke calmly and slowly letting the memories and emotions take effect as his words seemed to try and lull his consciousness back into its psychotic state.

Drax grabbed his hair and pulled letting the pain drag him out of the lull that threatened to overcome. Other Drax frowned just for a second before letting his grin slide back onto his face and laugh it off like it was nothing. The two sat there in silence for a bit, despite the room being pure white and illuminated it seemed to grow darker and darker as the shadow of the past seemed to engulf Drax. While this happened Other Drax sat there smiling which drastically increased in size as the shadow seemed to swallow Drax. To someone normal and not deranged, Drax sat there head down with a sadistic smile and a disheveled hair doo.

Vault Hunters

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Lilith checked the bounty board, her thoughts clouded as she tried to determine how they were going to break into Sledge's Safehouse and rescue Drax. They needed to get stronger, the weapons they had were subpar at best and they needed to improve their abilities if they ever hoped to break into that heavily defended facility. They needed to prepare.

The Vault Hunters spent the next few weeks gaining experience while watching the prison in their spare time while doing side quests and missions that help their team work as well as train them for the coming raid.

Meanwhile…

Sledge's Safehouse

Drax

Drax grinned menacingly, all signs of sanity gone from his eyes. A bandit marauder laid on the ground bleeding as the many cuts and abrasions across his body told his fate. Another bandit without his mask on looked nervous as he kept watch in the small back room that served as the bathroom for the bandits. Drax grabbed the marauder's face and swung it violently snapping his neck and ending his torment. Drax released the body and dusted himself off before looking at the bandit who kept watch.

"With this, you are free of competition for that promotion…. And you remember our little deal? Because if not… well." Drax gave an insane look with a demented smile as his blood marked face spoke of the horrors he would inflict on the chance of betrayal. "We both know of my body count from before you started getting me free." Drax giggled evilly as the bandit seemed to have flashbacks and horror written on his face. He nodded furiously before putting his mask back on and clearing his throat. "You remember what needs to happen next right? I will try and make it easier on you." The bandit cracked his knuckles and got ready to beat Drax down. Drax nodded and sighed. "Go ahead Timothy. I don't mind the beat down so it comes out clean."

Drax was beaten and then put back into his cell to try and make it look like he was pulled aside for some relief for the guard Timothy. Drax stood up in his white cell and stretched before falling asleep with a mad grin on his face.

4 Weeks later…

Drax roamed the cafeteria with a grin on his face holding a tray of cooked skag and some kind of plant.

The guards turned a blind eye towards him, after all it was rumored that the new chief warden favored this inmate and used him to "deal" with unruly workers. Drax smirked since everything was going all according to the plan. It was only a matter of time before he took action. Rightfully claiming what he believed is his.

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Vault Hunters

The Vault Hunters finally found their opportunity to raid the safehouse. From their most recent interrogation of a high ranking bandit, they discovered that a civil war might break out in the safe house. One group loyal to sledge while the other bowing to the monster Diablos. Mordecai grimaced, recognizing the spanish word for devil. He relayed this and the others had to try and figure out what kind of person could make the others call him devil.

Most bandits call their boss something that sticks out like bonehead or nine toes. Each one having something in their appearance signifying their status to their subordinates. Diablos…. A name like that entitled a lot, leading to the thoughts of fire, death, and blood. Whomever took such a mantle had to be terrifying and sat at the high priority kill list for when they crash this civil war of theirs.

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Hey everybody,

Short chapter this time to just get this writer's block out of my system at last. I couldn't figure out how to word my thoughts on how this chapter was supposed to be and just settled on this.

Also due to some hardships on finally becoming independent. I needed to take a break from writing in order to get my housing situation settled. It should be all clear now giving me more time to focus on writing more stories and bringing the next chapter in. Hope you all enjoy what I have planned next!