Hunter was so tired and bored. It was about three in the morning, and there was no action whatsoever. No bandits for miles, so she shot a few barrels just so she had something to shoot. Mordecai must've been a heavy sleeper because she shot eight barrels total.
She had to admit though, she liked to be around Mordecai. But she was such a screw-up, she always was scared he'd hate her for one mistake. She always made mistakes. Some worse than others. Once she stole a bus that was rather raggedy. She really didn't care at the time, but she thought Mordecai was familiar. "Oh shit," she whispered. "That was his bus!" She started to giggle.
It was three a.m. now. Hunter was getting desperate for more sleep. She hadn't gotten good sleep in weeks, because of the bandits that tried to kidnap her. Those bandits either hated her, or loved her. Both ways, it's creepy as all hell.
When it came around the four a.m. mark, Hunter almost drifted off, but woke up when brightness flashed in her eyes. She widened her eyes and rubbed them. No bandits all night. No skags. No nothing, until four-thirty.
"MORDECAI!" Hunter yelled. Mordecai awoke by her scream. "Hunter? Where are you?!" He muttered. His reply was a series of muffled screams and dragging noises. He threw open the door with his rifle in hand and Bloodwing above him. He saw bandits dragging Hunter away; she was tied up. One bandit laughed and got a towel of chloroform out of his bag. Next thing Mordecai knew, was Hunter was passed out on a bandit's back. "Hunter!"
Mordecai slowed his running and shot the bandit who was carrying Hunter in the leg. He collapsed and dropped Hunter. He groaned in pain as he held his shin. Hunter was still unconscious from the chloroform. Mordecai shot the other bandit in the leg. He picked up Hunter, then finished the remaining bandit.
He lay Hunter down on the floor of their little overnight shelter. Mordecai tried to cut her free of the ropes around her. He really didn't feel comfortable removing her from the ropes, because they wrapped all around her. He finally gave up after twenty minutes of trying to saw his way through the ropes. He lied down and dropped the shard of glass he was using to cut the rope. He sighed and said, "Wake up so we can get out of this hellhole."
Mordecai decided to take of his mask. It was getting hot again. He sighed and threw his mask on the floor. He wiped the sweat off his head with his forearm. There were too many bandits, too much intense heat, too little friends. All the people on the planet were miserable slugs, all except Hunter. The sun seemed to get hotter. "Ugh, this planet is trying to kill me."
Hunter woke up in the early afternoon, but she wasn't in the shelter. She was in a tight cell-looking area that was rather dark and cold. "Mordecai? Where are you?" She grumbled. "Over here...hunter..."
Mordecai was leaning against a wall with the side of his chest bleeding. He held it tightly. She was about to ask what happened, but then she got a piercing pain in her head. She held her head and fell onto her back. When she removed her hand, a drop of blood fell off it and fell onto her cheek. She stood up and said, "Mordecai, what...happened?" He looked up to a pipe in the wall. "I'll explain later. Now we have to...escape."
"Why? What's gonna happen?" She said scared. He pointed up to the pipe. That exact moment, brownish water spurted out of it. "We're gonna drown sooner or...later." Mordecai sighed. "No we are NOT!" Hunter jerked up and plugged the pipe with her elbow. She got an empty gun mag out of her pocket and plugged it. Water was still leaking out, and soon enough the pressure bursted the mag out and hit Hunter. "Ok. Mordecai. We're gonna drown."
The water rose up to Hunter's ankles. She sighed and sat next to Mordecai. "I think this is the best time to explain how the hell we got in here, Mordecai."
~Mordecai's POV~
She looked at me suddenly. She asked a stupid yet reasonable question. "We'll," I started. "I got bored of just sitting there waiting for you to wake up, so I took a little 'adventure'. I carried you on my back, but when I walked about three miles, I ran into, we'll, an old 'friend'. He locked us up in here and said, 'Figure it out.'"
~My POV~
Hunter sighed and rested her head on Mordecai's shoulder. He looked confused. She held his arm and started to cry. "It's all my fault." He said. "If I had just stayed there, we wouldn't be in this situation. "Don't stress it. I would've been way stupider. I don't even think sometimes. And I lie."
Mordecai looked over to her now. "My name's not really Hunter. That's just what the bandits call me. I wanted you to blend in with them by calling me Hunter. I just didn't want you to die, Mordecai." He smiled and put his arms behind his head. "I don't die. And neither do you. That's how we roll."
"My real name is Danielle. I've always hated it. So when I started sniping bandits, they called me the 'Fem-Hunter'. And I stuck with Hunter as a stage name." She said. "I like your name."
The water was up to her knees a half hour later. It was slow, but there was no escape from the little brick cell they were in. "Did you get my gun?" Danielle said. "Yeah, but buddy over here took it." Danielle finally was pissed. She couldn't take it anymore. She banged her fists against the brick wall. "Let us OUT OF HERE!" She screamed. Mordecai stood up and grabbed her shoulders to calm her down.
"Unhand me, Mordecai!"
"No. You need to chill."
"How can I?! We're going to DROWN!"
"Hey, shhh..."
"Stop it."
His arms were around her now.
"Morde-"
"Shhh..."
Danielle wrapped her arms around him too.
"Mordecai..."