Hello all. Another chapter for your reading pleasure. Spoilers? Cait might be a bit off, character wise so sorry about that. Hope you like it...

The blood flew through the air, showering the smoke filled room like red stars. Caits punch had made impact with a sickening crunch, caving in her opponent's right cheekbone. He had already taken quite the beating, a dislocated shoulder, probably a fractured rib, bruises and having part of his face obliterated was last straw. The nameless competitor crumbled on the ground and made no sound but a gurgling noise as his blood pooled into his mouth.

He might die if he wasn't careful but Cait wasn't concerned about that. The roar of the Gunners cheers seemed to drown out all of her thoughts. Even the pain was less sharp. Tommy had gotten them to come to the combat zone in much the same way he did the raiders. All he had to promise was drugs, food, and blood.

"Let's hear it for Cait, our Champion!" Tommy theatrically called from the microphone. The visiting patrons gave a mild response, ready to get onto the next match already. The half dead man was drag from the cage and haphazardly tossed to the side of the stage.

"Hey sorry friend, you fight pretty good, but your gunna die." Cait said in her heavy accent. She didn't really care that much but she felt she had to.

She wandered into the back room for a much needed break while new competitors began to viciously beat one another in the pit.

Cait usually kept a few stimpacks in a box to fix up her injuries. It wasn't until she opened the container that she remembered Nora taking them after she had fought all those raiders. She had never seen such an amazing display of fighting prowess. Twenty raiders all killed in only moments and Nora asking if she were alright.

"Why didn't you stay that way?" Cait pondered as she took up a bottle of gwinnett stout. Cait had returned to the combat zone after Nora decided that eating people was ok. And it wasn't just that, Cait had seen her gun down none hostiles, sometimes to check how her newest gun was or just because she could. And if that wasn't bad enough she would steal things from their still warm corpses. But worse yet was how she would use chems in front of her and that she would take up jobs for people who could have easily done the work were just the things that first popped into her mind, the list went on and on.

Nora had been so kind to her. She had even helped her kick her psycho habit. But as the things people asked her to do became more frequent and dangerous, she couldn't handle it all. So she started to take the more ruthless, efficient ways to deal with problems. Lie, kill, take. Cait didn't have a problem with those things perse but it was becoming so frequent that even she couldn't take anymore.

She knew she was slow to trust, thanks to her abusive bastard of a father, and Nora was the first person she had let into her life. And look where that got her, more broken and betrayed than when the whole mess started.

"You played me the fool, didnt you bitch."

When Nora came, and she would, Cait would be right here ready to fight to the death.

Danse felt exposed without his power armour.

The creepy, abandoned building also didn't help the feeling of being vulnerable, but what could he do. The Brotherhood had banished him, Nora had left him, and he hated the Institute with every fiber of his synthetic being. His world had been ripped away and now he had nowhere to go, no one to rely on in his time of crisis. After everything, everyone he helped, there was no one who cared enough to worry about him.

He spun round a smashed in fist into a nearby wall. It hurt like hell but he knew it was only a facsimile of pain. Robots don't feel.

It was so strange to think of themselves as a synth because he did feel human. Nothing about him felt fake, felt manufactured, but he needed to accept the truth. He had no past, no family, and somewhere inside of himself was circuit boards and clockwork.

And only Nora had accepted him. Protected him. Fought beside him for the future of the Commonwealth. They were family.

But "were" was the operative word. She decided that the filth of the wasteland was worth life and even went out of her way to protect them, if only to get the stuff they promised her for their protection. But worse was that Nora murdered humans more often than not, the very creature he had dedicated his existence to saving.

He had resolved to leave the Commonwealth entirely. Away from the Brotherhood and away from Nora. But for now he had to hole up in this dilapidated office building, fighting off whatever creature came at him. He knew where he could get help, where he might from some refuge, but it made him sick just thinking about having to rely on the Railroad. They had a twisted idea of what it meant to be human and it went against his very principles but they might be his only avenue to freedom.

'Why did it have to turn out like this' Danse thought, 'Why did you have to betray my trust.'

Its alittle short but hopefully still good. Please review, thanks. Until next time sweethearts...