Masochistic

Anti-Social

All these things say "make me loco"

Masochistic

Suicidal

All these things make me homicidal!

I don't give a fuck what you think about it,

I'd just as well kill you today.

No more apologies, It's all I can take!

No more regret for the choices that I make,

You say you love me, you hate me

I don't give a fuck today!

Mccready was wiping the back of his neck with a rag he had in his pocket, it was raining above Goodneighbor. He was keeping a lookout in case one of the neighborhood watches came walking by randomly, Cecilia was in the middle of lock picking into the final of the three warehouses that Charlie needed cleaning in. "You almost done boss?" he asked Cila who was missing from the doorway when he looked back, he walked under the door frame and tried the lock. It opened with a click and slowly opening the door, he saw Cila scanning items, transferring them into her pip-boy. Raising an eyebrow, he went over to her and chuckled softly, "You're full of surprises aren't you?" she looked at him and shushed him, his face the look of betrayal.

"Hush Mccready. They're upstairs. Now come on, you watch my back. I got a weapon with a silencer attached. You don't, and I really don't need the whole town of Goodneighbor wondering why this warehouse sounds like a war in here." she whispered to the now crouching Mccready, as she snuck upstairs before they reached the second set up stairs, she tossed him something. It was a bulky but small box, "Use it, they can't spot you unless you shoot or move." she just threw him a stealth boy, did she not believe in his ability to stay hidden?

"Hey now, I don't need something like this, I can hide easily enough thank you very much," he grumbled softly, he didn't need someone looking out for him. He can watch his own back and there was a chance of him getting shot up, looking like Swiss cheese. Whatever that was. She scoffed softly as she pulled out her hunting rifle from her pip-boy, a sinister grin on her face.

"I don't doubt your skills, I just rather you not scare the crap out of me and I accidentally shoot you. I'd feel bad," she admitted to him, when she is going to kill, she shoots whatever that moves. Dogmeat didn't have that problem, she knew better than to shoot the dog that was wearing a bright pink bandanna. Cracking her fingers, she walked up a few steps of the stairs to see someone sleeping on a very worn out sleeping bag, the others sounded like they were upstairs. Pulling out a knife that she kept on her left sleeve, right above her elbow, she carefully walked over to the guy.

"Sweet dreams sandman." she smiled at the guy before flipping the knife's blade downwards in her hands and slamming it into the back of his head, right underneath his would be the hairline. As soon as the tip of the blade found its mark, her other hand went up to cup the guy's lipless mouth to keep him from screaming out. The crunching of bone breaking found it's way all the way to Mccready who was kneeling by the stairways, who looked a little sick at the sound. Yanking out the blade, the blood that was pooling in the wound squirted out, getting all over her, mainly her face. Licking her lips from the blood, she spat it out with a mixture of saliva and blood. "Nasty creature... Rats like you should be gutted..." she smiled happily at the Ghoul before kicking him over onto his back, her hand still on his mouth. He's still alive but he can't move anymore, the blade was coated with Radscorpion poison and she severed his spine, ghouls don't die that easily.

Leaning downwards so she was looking him in his brown eyes, she waved the blood coated blade slowly, almost tauntingly, in front of his face. His eyes showed the fear that he didn't want to show, he knew he was going to die, the reason for something that didn't involve this girl. Clicking her tongue against her teeth, she drove the blade into his throat, the serrated edges severing his vocal cords. Dropping her hand from his face, she straightened up, the blade still in his neck as he started to choke on his own blood. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he was dying, slowly. Soon the blood started to pool around his body from both wounds, dripping from his mouth as his eyes went dark, never to light up again.

Deciding to leave the knife there, she was going to get it after she got the rest of these rats in the warehouse. Sneaking up the next flight of stairs, at least two of them, she peeked her head around the corner to see at least three of them here. One was leaning up against a wall, smoking a cigarette, minding his own business. While the other two were in a very stressful game of... of... checkers with bottle caps. Shaking her head, she grabbed her gun that was relaxing on her back, kept attached to the leather chest she was wearing. Taking aim at the gun against the wall, he was the first to go, they wouldn't notice, but even if they did, they'd be dead before the other guy hit the floor.

Mccready was to her left side, he was there in case the others heard the commotion downstairs and come running down. Psht. Her gun went off, the air blowing back her bangs slightly, the scar barely hidden shown on her left side. The bullet went flying through the air, hitting its target, square between the eyes. His blue eyes rolled up and his body went limp, he slumped against the wall and slide to the floor with a dull thud, the two ghouls didn't notice the guy being shot but they sure did notice him slumping to the floor. "Hey, what the hell? Mikey?" the one with it's back turned to Cecilia got up first, his deep voice full of concern. Getting up to check on the now dead Mikey, Cecilia aimed at the other ghoul who was still looking at the checkerboard.

Looking up, for some strange reason, he noticed the young girl right there, he was about to say something to the other ghoul when a bullet flies to his mouth, it managed to cut his tongue right in half, blood filled his mouth. Right when he was about to scream for the other one yet another bullet went through his head, he fell to his side, with a not so silent thud. The ghoul turned around to see his other friend dead on the floor, "What the hell?! Show yourself!" he yelled, he had his sub-machine gun out, his finger on the trigger.

Standing up so the ghoul could see her, she whistled for him to notice her when he was looking at anywhere but the stairs. "You motherfucker! You'll pay for that!" lifting up his gun to shoot her in the chest, she lifted her little silent .10 mm pistol and pulled the trigger before he managed to pull his own. The bullet ran through, splattering his brains all over the checkerboard he had his mind wrapped around earlier. "Well, looks like the game blew your mind." she joked a bit, knowing very well that was a bit... weird to joke about.

Her ears twitched a bit when she heard coughing up on the last floor that they had to clear, putting her .10 mm back in its holster on her hip, she touched the other .10 mm that was on her thigh, that one was her favorite. Grabbing the gun that was laying on the ground, she looked at Mccready who looked rather sick at the scene he just saw. "Was that really necessary boss?" he whispered his question to her, she looked at him and sighed softly. She gives him a thumbs up before heading to the broken ceiling that was used as stairs. Does she have something against Ghouls? He wasn't sure, but he was hoping that it was just because he was a ghoul and not because he was a target in their mission.

Mccready was looking at the dead ghoul who was bleeding all over the floor when he heard, 3 muffled shots coming from upstairs. Shaking his head, he got up from his crouched position when he heard gunshots. It wasn't muffled, it sounded like a sub machine gun, seeing the gun that she was using fly past him and land on the floor, he grabbed his gun that she gave him and he ran upstairs like the devil was on his heels. Finally getting upstairs, he saw Cecilia laying face down in a pool of blood and a dead trigger man in the corner, his hands still on his weapon.

Cecilia wasn't moving, she didn't look like she was even breathing. Feeling a wave of fear wash over him for a strange reason, he walked over to the dead Cecilia. Going down on one knee, he placed his hand on her shoulder when her eyes shot open. "GAH!" he screamed in shock and fell backward, landing on his ass. His heart beating so fast it might break through his chest. "Holy cra-crud boss. Do NOT do that to me. I'm much too young to die from a heart attack. Sheesh..." he breathed out a shaky breath as he got up. Cecilia was laying down in the puddle of blood, her now red army fatigue stained by the liquid.

Getting up by jumping and landing on her feet, she bent down and pulled a bullet that lodged itself in her leg armor, barely hitting the armor and missing her artery. "Oh come on, 30 something isn't a bad age to die," she told him as she was searching her body for the bullets that caused her to be thrown, she yanked a bullet from her shoulder armor, she whined softly, saying something about it stinging.

"Come on... I'm not that old boss, I'm only 22..." He scratched the back of his head, she stopped looking for bullets in her armor. A confused as hell look on her face, she was trying to figure out if he was pulling her leg or not.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I'm 22. Why?"

"Did you see where it flew off to?" She changed the subject quite quickly when he asked her the reason why she was so shocked about his age. Mccready was wondering what she was talking about when he figured it was her gun, he pointed downstairs from his sitting position. "Thanks." She quickly ran down stairs, jumping from the little hole that was next to the makeshift stairs, landing with a thud, she scanned the area to see her gun next to the dead knife ghoul. "That works out..." She picked up her weapon and yanked the blade from the ghoul, wiping his blood on her leg. "Mccready. Let us go back to The Third Rail, Charlie owes us some caps.", she yelled to the hired gun who was slowly walking down the stairs, shaking his head in defeat.

He noticed that she was limping slightly but he didn't take much attention to that after a few seconds as she quickly ran down the stairs. "Well, this is going to be fun..." he said to himself, walking past the body that she killed with ease with a knife that was smaller than his "Mccready! Hurry up!" he heard the girl yell and he sped up a bit, not wanting her to get mad at him. She kind of scared him.