"Feoa?"
Spade felt herself pale as the word that resembled more of a wild animal sound was uttered. Biting her lip Spade felt something missing, something important.
She felt a strange sensation flutter across her face. The wind cupping her naked cheeks.
Her protection from the world was ripped from her bare face.
Her panic deepen as she search franticly for her bandanna. She finally found the reassuring rough material loosely tied around her neck, after a few terrifying moments.
She hastily retied it tightly, her protection reestablished.She looked towards Boilz with unease, gently nudging his limp behemoth form with her boot.
How did he know? How did he know? She asked herself. Racking her mind for how he could know. Her mother? No no no no.
Spade kicked Boilz. Wondering whether or not he was dead. A groan answered her.
Spade mentally cursed herself. Time for another name she thought silently raging against her carelessness.She kicked Boilz even harder. A chuckle erupted from somewhere behind her.
Spade whipped around to be greeted by the lean menacing form of Stranger.
Spade gritted her teeth. What's he doing here she growled in her head. She widened her stance ready for anything Stranger might pull.
Stranger easily strutted forward, annoying Spade with his confidence. He eyed the unconscious Boilz with a raised furry brow. Spade felt herself inch towards Boilz, an extreme protectiveness overwhelmed her as she silently reached for a hidden pistol.
A few moments ago she wanted Boilz dead, now she was willing to fight tooth and nail to make sure pretty boy didn't even touch him. Funny how Stranger made her change her mind about the well being of the fat bastard.
"How ya a fixing to drag Boilz fat arse ter the next 'ounty store" Stranger asked almost amiably. Spade almost glanced back at Boilz as if she wasn't aware about how tubby the Booty in question was.
She steeled herself though, Boilz amount of lard didn't seem to be a problem until now.
"Don't cha worry ya purdy ittle head bout how I's get lard arse here around" Spade responded almost mockingly.
Stranger shrugged. "Fine by me, jest wanted to affer a hand."
Spade smirked as Stranger turned around and began to leave. The smirk was quickly slapped off her face as she realized all the other outlaws were taken care of.
"Oi, Stranger howcha get all tose Outylaws" She called, a touch of anger in her voice, but she kept it to a minimum. She wanted Stranger to answer her.
It was Strangers turn to smirk as he faced her, gently patting a leather fanny pack.
Spade narrowed her eyes. The fanny pack? He got all those grunts in a fanny pack?
Spade wrinkled her noise as she yelled "What ta 'ell is tat 'apposed ter mean?"
She saw Stranger wall his eyes as he yet again swaggered over. Spade watched him suspiciously as he pointed his left fist at Boilz. He pushed a button on his bracer as Biolz began to amazingly be pulled into a yellow light that was formed inside a marbled size hole in his bracer.
Spade gawked in awe as Boilz began to be pulled to the origins of the light.
There was a few seconds of turmoil as Boilz hefty form was being vacuumed into the little hole.
Spade's eyes widened as she realized her bounty was being stolen from right underneath her nose.
"Hey, hey, hey what do ya tink yar doing pretty 'oy" she protested. She quicky ran up to strangers side, pointedly avoiding the yellow light.
Stranger only grunted, his sole concentration only on sucking Boilz into the hole. Spade stood there helplessly, not knowing what to do.
Should I knock him out? No, then I wont be able to get my bounty. Crap crap crap crap crappity crap. I'll just take his fanny pack and run.
By the time she got over her indecision, Stranger performed the miraculous feat of getting Boilz in a tiny hole.
"Got 'em good" He said throatily to Spade, grinning.
Spade could not believe his concept of this being good. Perhaps for him since he was taken her dang bounty. It being good for her however, was a negative.
"Good? This aint good. You have my flipin 'ounty ya loser, give it 'ere right now" She demanded, her eyes blazing.
Her demand was lost though, as a crowd of chattering Clackers came streaming out of nearby buildings surrounding Stranger.
Spade made the most disgusting face she could think of and stomped her feet in a childish manner.
No one notice though; dust was kicked up into the air by the stampeding clackers creating a golden-brown fog that partially hid Spades mood. That and everyone was focused on stupid git.
The Clackers acted as if she just stood around picking her nose while Stranger delivered the golden egg to the mayor after defeating a giant mutant sleg.
The truth of it was that she just defeated the biggest, badest outlaw that attacked this dump. She is the one that did the most work. She was the one who practically slashed the head of the snake off while the rest of the outlaws ran around like clackers with their heads cut off. She is the one who these dirty bags of feathers should be grateful to.
But nooooooooooooo, the pitiful bastards were acting like that mangy flea bag Stranger was king.
Her anger seething, she marched up to Stranger, kicking and shoving Clackers brutally to the side. She glared at stranger the whole time, trying to drill a hole in his miserable skull.
" Looky 'ere bud, I want my bounty back and I want it now" Spade snarled in the most proper English that she knew of. Each word was empathized with a hard poke into Strangers chest.
It suddenly grew quiet as the tension expanded.
" looks like an showdown a brewing" A clacker murmured.
Stranger scowled at her, his hair standing on end making him look even bigger than he was.
"Don't cha worry bout at 'ounty, I'lls make sure ya get an good ten percentile founders fee" He rumbled from somewhere deep within his chest.
Spades eyes bugged out at what he said. Her breathing became ragged as she chocked out
" Ten percent? Founders fee? ARE YOU EFFING KIDDIN ME?"
"Now, now, cant we all just get along or some crap like that?" A clackered said quickly, diplomatically stepping up.
SMACK
The Clacker was Back handed across the face and was sent flying over the small crowd.
The group was jostled as Spade took a wide stance screaming at the offending Clacker.
"TELL TAT BASTARD THAT" she said pointing violently at stranger.
"HE STOLE MY'N 'OUNTY, THE ITTLE GIT." She was shaking profusely as she turned to Stranger, Venom oozing from every pore in her body.
Stranger seem to regain his cool; he manage to even look bored with the whole situation.
"Alrighty fine I'll give ya back at 'ounty" he said, completely ignoring Spade's enormous amount of hate. "Soon as we get ter the next town I'll hand over Boilz"
Spade glared daggers at Stranger "Ya bedder" she growled. Her tone lowered to dangerously low frequencies.
Stranger merely shrugged and walked leaving a flock of baffled Clackers behind. Spade dogged him closely as they quickly left the town. Soon they entered a system of canyons stained red and yellow by the Sun's blazing light.
Stranger managed to easily disregarded all of Spades festering glances and vile comments.
Which infuriated Spade to no end as she trudged along to Strangers swift pace. She tried to recreate her discontent in Stranger by mocking his stride, but yet again it was no good. All she did was tire herself out.
Soon her loud complaining and bitching receded to low grumblings as she huffed to strangers manic walk.
She was completely silent as she focused on keeping within two feet of Stranger rank salty smell as he increased his jog to a run.
She glanced up to strangers furry ass of a face to be greeted by a slight curl of his lip bearing a few pointy yellow teeth.
The little git. Mocking her like that, enjoying her personal torture with a smirk. Spade tried to think quickly of retaliation to this new onslaught of indignities. Her heart trembled as she almost had a giggle fit at her idea.
Spade grinned widely back showing off her nice and pretty white teeth, thoroughly glad that she kept such pride in dental hygiene .She mentally slapped herself as she realized what she just did was pointless, she was wearing a bandana. Stranger was able to get the jest of her intentions though.
Turning his big fat head towards Spade, he unleash the utter horror of his mouth.
Every tooth was piss yellow and crusty, various pieces of unknown food particles where wedged tightly between every other tooth. A pink strawberry ice custard of a tongue slithered across his teeth visibly wiping off the crusties. The slab of meat of unable to wash of the stains of teeth though.
Appalled, Spade buttoned her lips closely around her teeth and gave another foot of leeway between herself and the vile jackass. Sucpsious that if she let her pearly white completely exposed to the dump of Strangers mouth her own teeth will catch the contamination.
Wishing that she never tried to revenge her pride with the horrendous results she experienced being completely not worth it. She registered herself to just keeping up with Stranger.
In her bout of silence Spade began to notice the familiar weight missing from her back. She quickly tried to pat the rifles resting place but only patted her back. Great job Spade. The motion seem to tell her. Atta go girl leaving your Ma's rifle at the last town.
She groaned as she remembered how her Ma cherished it so. It was left behind by Spades father the day he left to go raiding. Though that was not the reason Spade's Ma was so attached to it.
The Rifle was fired a grand total of once by Her Ma. Ma shot it at our sneaky, son of a gun, bastard, no good, young gun, thief of a neighbor early one morning when he was stealing our collards. She shot right in the left butt cheek. He was never able to walk the same again.
This small victory had won a war that Spade had lived with for most of her early childhood.
"Something wrong, kid?" Stranger drawled unbearably, he didn't seem in the least concerned.
Spade didn't even bother answering the git, she was too preoccupied with a litlle farm they had come upon.
Clackers milled about with hammers in hand, randomly pounding away on the ramshackle buildings.
"What ter Clackers doing so far 'way from town?" Stranger rumbled as they descended into the farm.
A passer by felt obliged to tell the life story of the place.
" Well since ya cleared out the place its been safe to fix up this here farm…." The clacker would have gone on if Spade hadn't shot him a glare. Evidently she was in no mood for shatting around the outhouse of a farm. She was quickly growing tired of being in Strangers company and longed for it to end.
Stranger also didn't really much care for the farm either despite his initial interest.
The farm rapidly fell behind along with the hollow pounding.
Spade began to feel sick. She hadn't eaten since early that morning and she ate about every two hours if she could, any longer would leave her stomach to begin devouring itself.
She tried not to bitch though, a failing trait of hers. Spade also wanted to limit her interaction with assholes as her new resolve.
If the day couldn't get any more worse however, a wall loomed with a rope to get over the metal obstacle.
Spade groaned mentally as she knew her upper body strength was not nearly potent enough to haul her sorry butt over. She also was long over due for second breakfast and supper. It was only a matter of time before she missed afternoon snack as the result of the damn wall that some idiot decided to randomly build just to spite everyone.
This didn't bother Stranger at all, in fact he smiled mildly at himself before scrambling up the rope like a freakin monkey.
Fearing that Stranger would leave her if he could, which sounds exactly like a ass face such as Stranger would gladly do, She attacked the rope trying to scramble up the thing with her momentum. This was an epic failure for three out of the four attempts she tried this strategy. The fourth time was a slight success mainly because what Spade supposed was the awfully racy movement she used to shimmy up the twine rope.
Falling ungracefully to the other side, Spade felt entirely violated by the rope.
As she predicted Stranger was a ways ahead of her. Not bothering to wait for the rope climbing inept like an imprudent little fart he was.
Spade rolled to her feet, ignoring the bruises from her fall and jogged to catch up with asshole. He was currently crossing a house like bridge, trotting along like a stinking pig.
BAM
The sudden violent explosion of the bridge surprised Spade into a deer in the head lights halt. The rumbling that almost shook Spade off balance spurred Stranger into loping on all fours. Stranger was reaching and groping the air to find non- existing leverage. He was frantically trying to escape his collapsing death trap, eyes rolling like a wild animal.
The exploding flying pieces of wood and grit blocked Spades view of Strangers fate.