A singular person walked along vacant street of the south side of New Vegas. The entire south side was cordoned off to prevent any sort of mutated beasts or unwanted people from entering the giant complex. New Vegas was sort of like an outside prison, really. For lack of a better term. They have a south side, an east side, west side and north side as well as the center of the complex which was like the center of action. The south side contained the medical section, the east side and the west side contained housings, and the north side was the entrance mainly as well as security. The south side had an entrance, but it was only used for medical emergencies.
The person that was walking along the south side belonged to that place. She was the chief medic whom people called Angelica mainly because of her healing touch. They say she was almost like an Angel. Almost. She wore only a white blouse, dark pants and dark boots with a steel toe. Her features looked to be gothic in appearance. Her hair was black with white highlights. She wore dark crimson lipstick. On her face were several piercings. One on her nose, several on her ears and one below her lip. Her aura looked to be beautiful, almost heavenly.
As she looked upon the wall and the coming evening as the sun was going down, she let out a sigh looking out. She had seen everything and have done everything. She was an Angel of Mercy. She was someone who had the power over life and death. She had the power on who will live and who will die. She had the ability or power to bestow a part of her life force to bring a dying person to life but she cannot bring back the dead. If the person is near death and cannot be given a part of her life force, then she takes whatever life force that dying person had left and absorbs it completely. She effectively will kill the person. She gives them the mercy of death.
No one seems to have a problem with that and she uses their life force to sustain hers which makes her aura nearly immortal. It basically means that she could never die. Even if she couldn't, it does not mean that she is completely immortal. She needs, no she desires people's life forces to replenish her own and she does that for the rest of her life. That means, basically, she will only take the life force from a dying person who is in the end of their life and use it to add to her own life force. If she doesn't, she will die and her body will turn into a desiccated husk. A body of a dried up old flesh.
Angel of Mercy. Thus is her nickname and what she was known as across the wastelands. She is a life giver and if necessary, death herself. Hence her black hair with blonde highlights for her hair color. It fits her gothic personality.
She looked away almost sad but remained beautiful as she continued on toward the east side where her house was located. Someone behind her shouted her name as she turned to see one of Vixen's Companion run toward her breathing hard. She bent over and Angelica walked over to her a little concerned as she touched the Companion. Her power activated as her hand was filled with light and the runner felt confidence as she got her breath back and spoke quickly with renewed confidence, "Layla sends for you. It's Vixen. She's been stabbed!"
Angelica responded with more concerned and spoke directly in an ethereal tone, "Take me there."
The female companion nodded and walked quickly as she followed along almost graceful like without stumbling like the companion was. Moments later, Angelica found herself along the hallway toward the room where Vixen was. The female companion nodded and showed her through a doorway, "This way, Angel."
"Thank you," Angelica nodded as she entered and approached the bed where Vixen was. She turned to the woman next her speaking, "I am here, Layla. How is she?"
Wolf stood as she entered and wondered what she was. Layla nodded as she showed her hand toward the man, "This is Wolf. Angelica, I did my best to clean her wound, but she is showing the early signs of rigor mortis. Her body is getting cold and she is shivering. She is bleeding somewhere in her body but I am not sure where and I don't have the proper equipment to scan her insides. I am concerned."
Angelica touched Layla as she nodded offering her comfort, "Do not be. I can feel her fighting. Her life force is ebbing but still close enough for me to detect it. There is still hope. Hand me the dagger."
Layla nodded as she walked to the counter with the dagger next to the bowl of water. Angelica looked at Wolf and nodded once as she removed the bandage on the wound. Wolf jerked forward catching her wrist as she spoke, "What are you doing?"
Angelica touched his wrist as her hand glowed slightly responding to him in that same ethereal tone while he felt comfort from her touch, "My power only works over the wound itself as I cut my hand and share my blood with hers. It is the only way for me to give her a part of me. My own life force. In order to bring her back from near death. It is not too late because I can still feel her own life force. When I merge a part of my life force with her own, it starts a healing process that will not stop. She is resilient and strong. So is her own life force. I am simply aiding in her own recovery."
Wolf withdrew his hand and nodded responding, "I see."
As Layla handed her the dagger, Angelica took it and placed it atop her hand. She slit a diagonal line with a slight wince of pain. Closing her hand tightly, she handed the dagger back to Layla and placed her hand on Vixen's forehead. Moving her cut hand down onto her wound, she turned it around and placed her own wound against Vixen's cut. Her hands started glowing in light as she closed her eyes and let out a gasp. Her entire form was sending off light and Wolf thought he almost saw the angel like wings appear from behind her back. It was followed by a shape of a light humanoid coming out through Angelica. It looked at Wolf for a few seconds and followed down Angelica's hand through it and into her wound. Suddenly Vixen let out a gasp as she moaned arching her back. Color had returned to her skin.
Angelica opened her eyes weakly and moaned stumbling a little as she clutched her hand. Both Layla and Wolf quickly went to her aid as Angel nodded smiling wearily, "Thank you. I will be fine."
They helped her to the chair and Wolf took her hand as he opened it to inspect her wound, but there was no wound. It closed completely as if there was no wound. He looked surprised and responded with awe, "Are you an Angel?"
Angelica nodded and responded, "That is what people call me. This is what I am, but I have a real name. It is Ravenna Constantine. People call me Angelica because of my power but please, just call me Raven."
Layla left her side to check on Vixen. Wolf nodded responding as he stayed to her side, "Call me Wolf. Are you okay? What just happened?"
Raven shook her head and responded gently, "It is nothing. Every time I give a quarter of my life force to someone, I lose a part of myself. I become weak and I must rest. If I do it too much, I will die. I may be an Angel, but I am not immortal to death so I must replenish my life force when necessary and only on those who are too far into death for me to revive them."
Wolf nodded as he understood. Raven looked at him studying and spoke with concern touching his face, "Wolf, you are clouded. Surrounded in sadness. You lost friends. Family. Yet you lived for a long time. You keep going. I can feel your life force and it's strong. You still have hope in a lost, hopeless land. Why is this? Why do you keep on going? You have lost everything and yet the hope within your life force is strong and flowing with energy."
Wolf responded surprised that she could read all that, "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will keep going."
He nodded toward the man on the other bed. Skylar Cade. The man that he owes his life to. Angelica nodded and smiled understanding so she dropped it. She continued to sit on the chair to recuperate her lost energy. Wolf looked up at Vixen and nodded satisfied that she will be okay. She was resting and will be alright. Layla removed the rest of her bandages and cleaned up the remainder of the blood that was anywhere.
Five minutes later, Vixen was found sitting up on her bed laying against the pillow. She was feeling better and drinking liquids. She smiled at Layla and nodded thankful for her service. Angelica and Wolf stood by her bed side and Vixen touched Layla's hand as she smiled responding using her name, "Raven, thank you. I owe you my life, once again."
Raven shook her head responding, "Think nothing of it, Selene. It was my pleasure. You owe me nothing."
Vixen smiled and nodded kissing her hand, "You are a true healer."
He turned to Wolf and looked at him a little concerned as he touched his hand, "Wolf, what happened?"
Wolf responded, "I don't know exactly. I heard something happening and I came over to see Fury on the floor unconscious. You were bleeding and I carried you to this bed. Layla kept you alive and Raven restored your life. I moved Fury away to her room a while back."
"I see," Vixen nodded and thought for a bit before letting out a light gasp responding, "Oh no. Take me to Kyra. Now!"
Raven responded shaking her head, "You can't move. You must rest some more, Selene."
Vixen let out a bared snarl as she spat, "I must see her. I did something to her so I need to make sure she is undamaged. Wolf!"
Vixen grunted as she moved to the side of the bed and then groaned. Raven touched her back but she brushed it off as she tried to get Wolf to help her, "Wolf, help me walk. Take me to Kyra."
Wolf obeyed and helped her to her feet against Raven's wishes and Raven just sighed giving up as she walked over to support her friend. They helped her along the hallway toward Fury's room. They entered and approached Fury as she was still unconscious. Wolf watched Fury to make sure she wouldn't harm Vixen and Raven just simply stood by little helpless by her friend's refusal to rest.
Vixen stumbled a little moving Wolf's strong arms away and touched Fury's forehead. She let out a sigh and moaned closing her eyes as a light blue aura appeared. With her hand alight with a light blue flame like energy, she placed it again on Fury's head and muttered. Fury shifted in her sleep with a moan and Vixen gasped stumbling back a little. Wolf caught her as she spoke, "I have done what I can. She just needs to sleep for now. Wolf, you may carry me back."
He nodded as he lifted her in his arms carrying her out of the room with Raven following close behind. Soon as they returned to the room, Wolf placed her back to her feet next to the doorway. Vixen smiled at her healer as she approached her with a hug, "Raven. Thank you again."
Vixen touched her face and smiled as she kissed her on the lips. Raven embraced her a bit touching her back. She pulled back and smiled responding, "You ever need more healing or just to stop by again, feel free to visit my house. I am making tea and biscuits."
Vixen smiled even more as she nodded with a response, "That sounds wonderful, Raven, but I am going to have to decline at the moment. Skylar Cade requires my attention."
"Next time, then," Raven responded with an ethereal smile as they kissed again.
Raven walked away from them with grace on her steps. Wolf blinked once. He thought he almost saw the angel wings appear behind Raven again. Vixen entered through the doorway again as she took Wolf's hand and pulled him along. Letting go, she went back to her own bed as Wolf pulled up a chair and sat next to her.
Vixen sensed that Wolf had questions so she let him ask those. Wolf inquired her with his first question, "Are you together in a real relationship with her or is it just a Companionship?"
Vixen smiled and responded shaking her head, "I am glad you didn't say that other word, Wolf. I would have had to ask you to kindly leave. No, our relationship is real. I have known her since I met her here twenty five years ago. It was before I became a companion and our love was real. She saved my life more times than I could count. I owe her and she simply repays them back by keeping our relationship real. She is my savior. My Angel and I am proud of her."
Wolf nodded understanding and continued with his other question, "I have heard before and I want to know. Are you pregnant?"
Vixen nodded stroking her chest, "Yes. Three weeks along. It is Skylar Cade's and it just happened one night. When he heard I was pregnant, he was hesitant at first. Eventually he got over it and decided to be happy for me. It is our child after all."
Wolf turned to his friend at the other bed for a moment and asked her again, "Is Skye going to be okay?"
Vixen smiled and offered her comfort as she took his hand responding, "He will be fine. He is strong. I just need to heal his emotions to quicken his recovery."
He nodded getting up to leave as he responded, "Okay, well I will leave you for a moment. I need to check on Fury. Rest well."
"Thank you," she nodded and watched as he left.
She waited for a few seconds, and then slowly stood up. She groaned slightly from being dizzy, but she continued toward the door. It was repaired with ease while she was recuperating. She closed it and locked it before walking toward Cade. Getting into bed with him, she touched his scarred face again and whispered, "Cade, I will have to help you with your emotional healing. To start with your positive emotions and then to your negative ones. I will continue to observe while you control your motions. I want you back to me, Cade. I love you."
She closed her eyes and her light blue energy returned as she placed her glowing claw on his head again. Letting out a moan, she fell unconscious as she entered his dreams again as the observer…
Meanwhile, in the other side of the hallway in Kyra's room, Fury was dreaming. She was grunting a bit. Inside the dream, she was running. The surrounding area was blurred but she was in a forest somewhere with snow. Kind of grayish. Distorted. Kyra turned around with a gasp as she heard a growl in the air. Someone was after her. Chasing her. She continued running as she went around a cave. Looking inside, she heard a growl followed by two yellow eyes. It exited the darkness and it was an armored man with a gas mask. He stretched out his arm grasping his hand toward her moaning. His walk was jumbled, clumsy as he walked forward. Almost like a zombie.
Kyra let out a scream and ran from it. The sounds around here were of moaning and other deathly eerie sounds calling for her. Cold vapor escaped from her breath as she continued running. All of a sudden she woke up with a start roaring.
In the darkness of her room she was breathing with anger as her muscles were expanded. She was clenching her fists as she continued growling internally. Her blood was still boiling. With a snarl, she got out from her bed and walked toward the end of her room opening the door. Walking through, she scowled at Wolf as Wolf scowled back with his muscular arms expanded. He was tense, expecting a fight.
With her muscles still expanded and her large body hunched over, she let out a snort as she responded, "Down boy. I have no quarrel with you. Go back to your weak friends."
Wolf let out a breath of sigh with his tension of muscles reducing as he watched her walk away. She still looked huge with her muscles, but it was an internal problem that she can deal with herself. The Navajo returned to the room where both Vixen and Cade was sleeping in, but it was locked. He let out a sigh. They were probably sleeping together. Seeing that they don't need his protection from Fury at the moment, he left the Hellfire Club.
He continued to walk outside looking for the apartment he was staying for now with Kit. She was probably still back there. If not, then she's probably exploring or playing with the kids in the New Vegas complex.