A/N EGADS! A wild good review has appeared! So I'll stay true to my promise and put up another chapter. Yes, yes hold your applause. This should be over 1K. The chapters will be a bit short but that means that I can just put up more. Right? Also I forgot about THE MAJESTIC ASSET PROTECTING DISCLAIMER! Last time So insert generic disclaimer here (don't hurt me gearbox) *smiles manically* Enjoy.
Chapter two: The Abyss.
As I woke abruptly I found myself face first in the water. Spurting the water out of my mouth, I looked down into my distorted reflection.
My right eye was a dark purple that shifted and rearranged itself constantly. Tears formed in my eyes, purple mixing with clear ones, they dripped off of my face in periodically and into the pure lake shaking off the depression I took in the rest of my appearance. Menacing jagged scars littered my overly muscled body, ranging from a light white to a horrifying red. Whatever chemical they pumped me full of made my bones grow as well making me a few inches taller and broader. I peeked down my pants, all is well down there. The shock in seeing my form after what seemed like a year, of horrendous experimentation and mental exhaustion.
Realizing I had to move on, and fast at that. I quickly drank my fill from the small lake and looked over the horizon. Suddenly I realized what am I going to do? After all I'm still a fugitive that ran from experimentation. Penalty? Death just like every other crime. My best bet is to head to the Crimson Raiders. But I had overheard that they had suffered a miserable defeat at New Haven and that the legendary siren, Lilith was unfortunately dead. Killed, no more like Obliterated by Wilhelm from the sound of things.
Even walking at a light pace was debilitating over an extended period of time. I had made great progress, coming from the Hyperion's 'Ethical research facility' deep within the highlands and crossing over into The Dust. Between the sun beating down on me and the native beasts that roamed the expansive wastes of Pandora, I was tired to say the least and the least.
Occasionally the wind would sound like whispers, promising blood, gore and death if I listened to them. But, the desert has been rumoured to drive people to insanity. Sometimes when I lay down my muscles move on their own accord, reaching for my Buzz-Axe or a finger, toe or hand spasms randomly. It's becoming more and more frequent by the day, which is even more terrifying than what happened in the lab. Me, becoming a bumbling madman like the ones that roam the planet of Pandora just like the beasts do. Men whose minds have become lost to the abyss of lunacy. Now that, is a fate truly worse than death.
The whispers are getting louder and louder, the spasms are getting worse and worse. Being alone for so long is pure anguish, having no-one to comfort you or reassure you is distressing. While I was lost in my own pain and torment I didn't notice the bandits stealthily making their way towards me. I was aware of them when I overhead one of them whisper "'s 'e on' o' dem psycho fellas?" "Nah 'e don' hav a mask" one of them replied.
I turned to face them, seeing my eye one of them joked " 'es a quer fella inee!" the leader levelled his painfully obvious home-made gun to my forehead before saying "now ye ca' giv 's al yer lewt 'r I can put a bulet 'n yer 'rain." It took a while for me to process his unrefined words and accent. I responded by uttering "I have no 'loot' so go ahead. It's not like there's any reason to live." holding in a malevolent grin. "Oh, s' yer a togh 'uy huh? 'on't ya hav a gir' ta sav' 'r sum bulshit hmm? Migt havta pa' er a vist."
He paled when my bones started snapping and reforming, my skin once again ripping and healing at a rapid pace. The purple in my eye turned a vicious red, seeing this happen for the first time was terrifying, be it not a very clear sight looking through the shocked bandits reflective googles but, it's close enough. Blood was pumping out of large tears in my skin, my bones were breaking through my skin. The strange thing was, I didn't feel a thing. In fact it was kind of peaceful in a serene way. Even though the vagabonds had started to salt the wound with their bullets they just bounced right off, in a way similar to heavy, many-layered plates of pure Adamantium. When the transformation was complete everything went black once more.
It's over, it's finally over! The sweet embrace of death, warm and inviting. After a year of hell, done, gone just like that. But, how am I thinking, am I to be doomed to this existence? THIS IS EVEN FUCKING WORSE THAN BEING ALIVE! ATLEAST THEN I COULD DO SOMETHING, ANYTHING after another minute of my ranting a bright, shining light appeared out of the gloom. A woman, no angel with gleaming blue wings and tattoos burst from the light. Grasping me by the hand and leading me into the blinding light.
I woke up to the sound of the last bandit screaming in pain as I ripped his arms off, the blood raining all over me. After I wondered how the fuck this happened, because I had blacked out. I tried to regain control over my own body, but the voice from the whispers screeched into reality as the bandit died from his sever wounds "THIS IS MY MEAT BAG MASTER WAYNE! I'M THE NEW RAKKMAN IN GOTHBEEF, YOU MUST LEAVE OF SUFFER AN ARROW! TOOOO, THEEEE, KNEEEEEE!"
A/N. So this was just under 1K I hope you like it. It took a while for me to find a way to introduce the insane part of Krieg and new updates will generally be on a Friday, if you're feeling lucky I'll try to update as often as I can. Most chapters will be around 1K this was cut short but I was just itching to enter Krieg. Now the fun begins also this chapter was reference heavy. Also check this out wiki/Borderlands_2_pop_culture_references so many references. See you all one… TWO, three, four. HOLY SHIT I HAVE BUT FOURTY VIEWS AND BUT TWO REVIEWS! So see you next Friday *smiles manically* Buh-bye R&R