Okay, I give you Part 3. All I can say is that I hope 20,000 word chapters don't become a regular thing for this story; it's a real bitch editing them into a three part arc. Although three part arcs I am afraid will be a regular part of this story, and without fail they will all pretty much be one non stop ass kicking fiesta. The next arc starts in Chapter 12 and it flashes back to the one of the bloodiest battles in the Resource Wars.
As usual the playlist for this chapter can be found on my author's page; it's been pointed out that I may have been making them a little to short, that's a my bad, but I think I've fixed the problem with this chapter's playlist so no worries.
"Those fuckers got Gallows!" Dusk screamed in panic.
Sarah ignored her and scanned the Mall's back parking lot, it was littered with broken down cars and on the far side of it, across the street from the parking lot was the remains of Charlottesville's once famous Down Town Strip; a network of stores and restaurants spread out across a few city blocks.
People of this town sure liked their fucking shopping.
Colvin grabbed the rappelling cable off his back; he tied one end to a power pole, and kicked the other end off the roof.
"After you Sentinel Lyons,"
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Jason wrapped his arms around the green bastard's head and twisted snapping the neck; he kicked the Super Mutants body to the ground then stumbled around to face the remaining three. One of the remaining Frankensteins was the asshole with the grenade launcher who had shot him off the roof of the parking garage, another was wielding a shock sword, and yet another was carrying a super sledge in its hands.
Sword boy came charging at him, Jason brought up a combat knife to parry the blade. Jason knocked the sword aside and kicked the Mutant in the chest, but didn't have enough strength left in him to follow through for the kill. The Mutant stumbled backwards before regaining its, charging forward again it thrust its sword at Jason, who this time was unable to get his knife up in time to parry blow. The blade sliced into his abdomen and exited his back. Jason roared in agony as several thousand volts of electricity was sent coursing through his body. Gripping the combat knife tight he repeatedly jabbed it into the Super Mutants neck until he let go of the sword and fell to the ground dead.
Screaming in pain Jason slowly pulled the sword from his stomach and fell to his knees as blood rushed from the wound. Just when Jason didn't think he had anything left in him a syringe of blue liquid fell from of his belt. The Psycho he had taken from the Brotherhood med kit. At the time he hadn't really known why he had taken it, he had never had any use for it before. He just left it for those pathetic bastards that needed to ride the dragon in order to keep from pissing themselves when facing the Chinese tanks. Today however something in the back of his mind told him to take the syringes, at the time he didn't understand it, but now he did; all those pathetic sons of bitches he had looked down on over the years…he was one of them.
Jason grabbed the syringe and jabbed it into his thigh, letting loose a roar as a wave of strength and a feeling of invincibility flooded his body. Jason flashed the remaining two Super Mutants a grin of pure joy and rose to his feet along with the shock sword he had pulled from his stomach. Jason charged the ugly bastard with the Super Sledge and lashed out with the blade, slicing open its stomach and spilling its guts onto the ground. The Mutant roared in agony and brought its super sledge down on Jason, who knocked the blow aside with the sword. He then aimed the blade under the Mutant's chin, sending it upwards and into the bastard's brain. The monster dropped to the ground and Jason turned to face the final Mutant.
The asshole with the boom cannon loaded another grenade into the launcher and pointed it at Jason, who was so fucking done with being blown up. Jason threw the sword at the Super Mutant, the blade landed and buried itself in the Mutant's head, and the monster departed from the land of the living.
Wanting to make sure the good times kept on rolling Jason reached into his belt for the two remaining syringes of Psycho and injected them into his hip. He tilted back his head and sighed as the rush of euphoria hit him.
Jason looked down at the mutant with the sword sticking out of its head and knelt to pick up the grenade launcher and the belt of grenades strapped across the mutant's chest. Jason examined the launcher; it was a modified version of the old M79 Grenade Launchers that resembled sawed-off shotguns; this one had a black titanium barrel and a stock of dark polished redwood. It was in remarkably good shape despite having been owned by a borderline retarded green gorilla.
"This is mine now, got it?" said Jason addressing the corpse.
There was no response.
"Glad we understand each other," he said walking away from the body.
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"Covering!" shouted Sarah and Colvin taking up position behind a broken down van and opening up fire on the Super Mutants chasing them.
A few Super Mutants fell to the ground and the rest ducked behind the abandoned vehicles that littered the parking lot.
Kodiak and Dusk ran past her location and took up position behind the rusted out cars 200 feet behind them.
"Covering!" they roared.
Sarah and Colvin took off after them just as the Super Mutants surged out from their cover points.
Dusk aimed down the scope of her sniper rifle and shot the fuel tank of a big green bastard holding a flamethrower. There was an explosion in which he and the ugly bastards standing around him were completely incinerated.
"Nice one!" grinned Kodiak.
"There are certain days of the month where you just do not want to fuck with a lady," she growled, dropping two more Super Mutants.
"How you doing on ammo?" asked Kodiak, changing out a plasma canister and loading a fresh micro fusion cell into his rifle.
"28 rounds left for the rifle and three magazines for my machine pistol," stated Dusk, popping the head off another Mutant.
"27," she corrected.
"What about you?" she asked.
"10 micro fusion cells, and 5 plasma canisters; so about 80 rounds left for the plasma rifle."
"That seems high…wait a minute…you've been fucking around with Enclave technology again haven't you! What the hell Greg! Didn't you learn your lesson when the Tesla Power Armor blew up with you in it!"
Kodiak fired into a mutant that was closing on Colvin a little too fast for his taste.
"Hey! That was an isolated incident! Besides all I did with the rifle was fiddle around with the array a little bit and cook up a new type of plasma that burns hotter and uses less! Scribe Peabody wishes he had my mad skills."
"Right, you know what I think I'll mention that to him next time I see him in the mess."
"Oh come on, you know how he is, it'll be a month before I see another micro fusion cell!"
"Then stop being a dumbass and leave the technology side of this business to the people who are trained to handle it!" snapped Dusk shooting a mutant in the throat.
Kodiak chuckled, he liked Dusk; she was easy to talk to even when she was being so clearly unreasonable, and in situations like this talking was all that gripped him to his sanity.
Sarah and Colvin rushed past their position and took cover inside a building at the edge of Down Town Strip. Poking their heads out the window they ripped into the Super Mutants chasing them. Kodiak and Dusk took off for their position.
A few bullets bouncing off their armor later Dusk and Kodiak ducked inside the building with the rest of their team.
"What's the plan?" asked Dusk.
Sarah though for a second. They were all running low on ammo and it was clear now that the Super Mutants were actually following them with their jammer, which left them with only one option; take out the jammer.
"Kodiak, can you triangulate the location of the jammer?"
Kodiak reached into his pack and pulled out eight wire covered metal sticks. The sticks were about 8 inches long, with sharp tips meant for punching into concrete, and topped with a small radio dish. Kodiak rammed one of the sticks into the floor of the building and a light near the top of the stick started blinking. He then divided the remaining sticks among his team mates and took the map of the city from Sarah.
"We need to create a grid," he said simply, "Anything emitting a signal that comes inside this hypothetical grid we will know about."
Kodiak pointed out the buildings where he wanted the radio mappers placed and the squad separated and went to work.
"Regroup at the Dot's Diner at the edge of the Strip when you're done," ordered Sarah.
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Colvin finished placing the last radio mapper and the short wave radio in his helmet began crackling as the grid began blocking out the effects of the radio jammer. They still couldn't contact the Citadel but at least they could use the squad channel now.
"Lyon's Pride. Colvin. Do you read, over." he said speaking into his head piece.
Sarah's voice crackled over the radio, "Read you loud and clear Colvin. Regroup with the rest of the Pride at the rendezvous. Kodiak got a blip from one of the mappers, the Super Mutants our bringing the jammer to us, over"
"That's awful kind of them; we must send them our gratitude. Colvin, over and out."
Colvin hopped down from the roof of the building he was on and started moving towards the rendezvous.
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Kodiak watched the radar screen on his hand held monitor, "We got a shit storm heading our way, I'm counting at least 60 Super Mutants moving in on us with over 100 more holding position outside the Strip with the APC's we saw earlier, along with a whole host of other vehicles."
Sarah nodded, "They're going to try and kill us and pull out before the Citadel sends Vertibirds to investigate why we aren't reporting in."
Dusk shook her head, "Super Mutants who can understand our tactics? I'm really not liking this."
"Something has changed," agreed Sarah.
"So what if they're using strategy now? We killed over a hundred of those ugly bastards today. They might be able to use strategy, but they sure fucking suck at it." stated Kodiak.
"Yeah, well what if they could get better?" snapped Sarah.
"Impossible, they-" Kodiak stopped himself, yesterday he would have said the very possibility of Super Mutants using any kind of complicated strategy in battle was impossible.
"Gotcha," said Kodiak nervously.
"Everything about this day was a trap; the Super Mutants were using us as guinea pigs for them to try out their new tricks on. Those ugly bastards are already stronger than we are what if they started using real armor, real weapons, and real tactics in battle? How long do you think we could hold out against an Army of 10,000 Fawkes's?" demanded Sarah.
They all remembered Fawkes, the fiercely intelligent Super Mutant who had helped them smash through the Enclave defenses at The Purifier. Unlike his brothers, Fawkes was one of the good guys; by way of some sort of anomaly in the FEV used to transform him into a Super Mutant he was able to retain all of his human intelligence even though he still lost all his memories in the process. Sarah had even thought about recruiting him into Lyon's Pride at one point, but then thought better of it. The Brotherhood had accepted a Super Mutant into their ranks before, but that was a long time ago, and on a different coast. In the Capital Wasteland, where the Super Mutants had butchered nearly a thousand of her brothers and sisters, Sarah knew the Brotherhood here would never allow one to join their ranks, no matter how nice he was.
Kodiak and Dusk said nothing in response to her question, the thought of more that one Super Mutant as intelligent and powerful as Fawkes running around was enough to make them lose their appetite.
Colvin appeared at the Diner's entrance, "Did I miss anything?" he asked.
"Nope," responded Sarah, "Just in time for the party."
Sarah took up position near a window and waited for the Super Mutants to show their ugly heads. She didn't have to wait long. Twelve Super Mutants appeared in her field of vision and she opened fire along with the rest of the squad.
The Mutants dropped to the ground dead, and so did the ten others that came up behind them. Sarah checked her ammo, two micro fusion cells left, 20 shots. Sarah was determined to make them count, she hadn't come this far too simply die from a lack of ammunition.
The Mutants fell back under the onslaught of fire coming from the Diner. They ducked behind cover and stopped firing, which would have made Sarah happy except for the fact that they were now chanting.
"God damn those motherfuckers!" she screamed in frustration.
Three of the largest Overlords she had ever seen appeared in her field of vision, one was carrying a Gatling laser, another was dual wielding a pair of Super Sledges, and the third one had an electron charge pack strapped to its back and was covered in radio dishes.
The Jammer, she realized.
She had found what she was looking for, but didn't have anything strong enough to take it out with.
"Just fucking great," she growled.
The Overlord with the Gatling laser, all 12 feet and 4,000 pounds of him opened fire on the Diner. The squad ducked down to avoid the powerful energy beam. That was when Sarah heard the roar of the engine.
WAM!
She looked up in time to see a hover bike moving at 80 miles an hour slam into the Overlord and send him skidding 10 feet across the street. The bike came to a stop and the man who had come to her rescue earlier hopped off of it.
He was bleeding…everywhere, but he didn't seem to notice or care, he simply raised a shotgun grenade launcher and pointed it at one of the three Overlords, not, currently groaning on the ground from having 800 pounds of hover bike shoved up his ass.
The man fired the grenade launcher and the Overlord with the Super Sledges was blasted into the side of a building. The Humongous Bastard's chest was ripped open by the blast and his intestines were spilling onto the ground, also Sarah observed with a grimace, half his right leg was simply…gone along with an arm; which made it all the more impressive that the beast was actually trying to get up. The man sent another grenade into the big bastard, immediately putting an end to that little brain fart.
The man loaded another grenade into the launcher and pointed it at the Overlord jamming the Pride's frequencies.
"Yes!" she hissed.
However the look of satisfaction on her face soon turned to horror as Sarah watched as the Overlord who had been hit with the bike stumbled to its feet and turned to face its attacker, baring its teeth.
"Look out!" screamed Kodiak
The man turned his head in time to see the fist as it smashed into him, knocking the grenade launcher from his hand and sending him sliding across the ground. The Overlord then charged at the man's sprawled body, picking it up in one hand, he sent the man flying 20 feet across the street. Where he landed with a loud thud.
Well, I guess we're back to being fucked, thought Sarah bitterly.
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The giant son of a bitch Jason had ramrodded with his bike, was still alive and kicking, and apparently took offense to having 800 pounds of metal shoved up his ass. Jason was sent flying through the air for what was by his count, the fifth time this morning, only this time when he landed the pain was so fucking intense he didn't think he could get back up, even with Psycho flooding his system. Jason raised his head and watched as four thousand pounds of mutated ugly came barreling towards him.
"Fuck this city! Fuck this world! and fuck this GIANT SON OF A BITCH!" he roared getting to his feet and ducking sideways, the gigantic mutant saw this and tried to change course, the effort of which sent it crashing to ground.
Jason analyzed the Overlord's injuries, the bike crash had left it pretty fucked up, which meant that if Jason could get a handle on the pain ripping through his body he just might have a chance in this fight, a very small chance.
Jason closed his eyes and mentally screamed at his body, telling it to stop hurting, and surprisingly, it did. Now there is a handy trick, thought Jason impressed. The extant of the mutations to his body were not limited to strength, speed, and reflexes, he had figured that out days ago, he just hadn't realized how not limited they were until right now; but he would have to put off exploring the changes to his mind later, if there was a later. Pain or no pain Jason was still leaking blood at a dangerous rate, he quickly did the math, and judging by what he had already lost, and what he knew his body held; he had maybe ten minutes before his blood pressure dropped to the point that he passed out and this fight was finished whether he was or not.
The Overlord rose to his knees and Jason dashed forward and slammed his boot into its head, the Super Mutant crashed back to the ground seeing stars. Jason looked down at his leg and saw that it was tilted at an odd angle; the force of the kick had snapped a couple of the already badly bruised bones in the limb. Jason was seeing the drawbacks to feeling no pain; he sent his body another command and the pain returned, in a more manageable amount allowing Jason to sense the injuries in his body.
The Overlord suddenly lashed out with one of his massive arms and snatched Jason's broken leg yanking him to the ground. Jason grimaced in agony, and ordered his body to shutdown all pain again, but his body didn't respond to the command this time, and not only did the command go unheard but the mental blocks that had been keeping a cap on his pain dissolved and his agony quadrupled. Guess I need some more practice with the mind tricks, thought Jason trying to keep himself coherent.
The Overlord rose to its feet and stared down at Jason's sprawled body with disdain. The big bastard raised its foot in the air and let it hover over Jason's chest for a second, then brought it crashing down.
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Sarah was running on her last micro fusion cell and the rest of the squad wasn't doing much better. Once the Overlords with heavy weapons were taken out of the fight, one having been blown up and the other currently hammering the mysterious stranger into the ground, the smaller super mutants lost their courage; that was at least until they realized how low the Pride was on ammo, now they were charging the Diner.
Sarah brought up Glade's shotgun and fired a round into a Super Mutant dangerously close to invading her comfort zone. The mutant went up in flames and the rest of the ugly bastards suddenly got a lot more cautious.
Ten rounds left for the shotgun, she thought to herself.
Colvin had run out of bullets for his sniper rifle and was now firing his sidearm into the charging mass of ugliness. He dropped three of them before the clip ran dry.
"I'm out!" he shouted.
Sarah tossed him her laser rifle, "10 shots, make them count!"
Dusk was down to her last fours bullets for her sniper rifle, she looked through the scope trying to get a line of fire on the eyes of the big bastard with the jammer.
Kodiak was still pumping plasma into the Mutants, but he would soon be out as well.
Sarah thought about making a dash for the ammo dropped by dead mutants littered in front of Diner, but rejected the thought; she would be cut down before she even got close.
She pulled the last two grenades from her belt, it was a long shot, a very long shot, but there was a chance that she could distract the Super Mutants with the grenades and the shotgun long enough to give the rest of the Pride a chance to escape. The plan didn't exactly bode well for her health, but she didn't see any other way. Sarah resolved to give the order when the wall of the building across from the Diner exploded and a large shadowy figure appeared in the smoke.
The smoke cleared and Sarah caught a glimpse of the most terrifying monster she had so far seen throughout this fucked up morning. It was a large man with pieces of badly shredded power armor clinging to his body and long bloody gashes across his bare muscular arms and abdomen. His helmet had been torn free of his head, revealing tanned skinned covered in black tribal tattoos that twisted their way across his face. The man narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth into a snarl, this combined with the tattoos covering his face served to transform him into spitting image of a demon; one sent from the very depths of hell to bathe the Earth in rivers of blood.
The demon let loose a blood curdling roar and lifted his arms into the air revealing a growling chainsaw in each hand, he then charged the mutants like a psychotic animal hell bent ripping their heads from their spines, and drinking the blood as it came pouring down.
The Super Mutants turned their attention away from the Diner and towards the demon barreling down on them. The nearest one lifted its assault rifle into the air and pointed it towards the demon, which upon seeing this act of defiance closed the distance and brought his rippers down on the mutant's arms, removing them from its body. Blood poured from the empty sockets like water from a fire hose and the mutant dropped to its knees screaming in agony. The demon let loose a shriek of raw fury and shoved his boot into the mutant's face, shattering its nose and sending it to the ground for good.
Another mutant charged the demon with a massive sword. The demon caught the blade in his rippers, tearing it in half, and then rammed the rippers into the mutant's chest, enjoying the scream of agony that hit his ears. The demon used the rippers to lift the mutant's body into the air, and tossed the terrified beast over his shoulders. The demon then turned his gaze to the Overlord carrying the jamming equipment, and roaring like a deranged psychopath he charged the massive beast and leaped onto its back.
The Overlord stumbled around the street screaming in mortal terror as the demon dug his rippers into its back. The demon roared in delight as his rippers sliced into metal, then muscle, then finally bone. The rest of the Super Mutants opened fire on the Overlord trying to shoot the demon off its back. Screaming in fury the Overlord swept its massive arms knocking the super mutants to the ground. The demon cackled as his chainsaws ripped into the Overlord's spine, sending the gigantic beast into a seizure, that had it crushing the toppled super mutants under its feet. After a moment the seizure stopped and the Overlord collapsed to the ground, thoroughly dead.
"Is that seriously who I think it is?" asked Dusk.
"Yep," replied Sarah, watching as the demon, also know as Irving Gallows, ripped into another Super Mutant.
Kodiak immediately picked up the radio and switched it on.
"Citadel Control. Lyon's Pride. Do you copy?"
"Lyon's Pride. Citadel Control. We were starting to get worried you would miss your check in time, what-"
Kodiak cut him off, "We were being jammed. We have reestablished communication, but we are overrun. We need gun ships and med-evac teams on location ASAP. Coordinates are…"
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Gallows stared down the dozen Super Mutants now encircling him, he wasn't all that worried. In the 15 years he had been trekking across the Capital Wasteland no Super Mutant had ever held much of a threat for him; sure they may have been a little bit stronger than he was, but having strength and knowing how to use it were two entirely different things, still he preferred not to play the long odds when he could avoid it.
"I've had my fill of fun this morning, so I'm going to give you all this once in a life time opportunity to walk the away and keep on walking; you do that and I won't murder you where you stand," said Gallows in a deadpan voice.
The mutants bared their teeth into a snarl and closed in.
Gallows matched the snarl and then some; I love it when they do things the hard way.
Before Gallows could bring his rippers to bear bullets and laser beams exploded from the Diner and the mutants started dropping to the ground around him. Figures those armor jockeys would try to steal back some of the glory.
Gallows hoped he hadn't made a mistake in coming back to pull their asses out of the meat grinder. There were bound to be a lot more questions now the type of which he had been dodging for the past 15 years, questions about who he really was, how he could do what he could do, and most importantly where he came from. Somehow he didn't think "mind your own fucking business" would suffice for an answer anymore.
Maybe I should have just left them to die, he thought bitterly.
Gallows had grown too fond of his new comrades, and it was starting to impair his judgment.
His gaze drifted to where the super man was fighting the Overlord. The man was incredibly strong and fast, but clearly not accustomed to it…still there was something to him, something…more, Gallows could smell it.
The addition of the Pride's firepower soon brought an end to the remaining super mutants, Gallows slid the rippers back on his belt as Sarah walked up to him, here it comes, he thought coldly.
Sarah raised an eyebrow at him, "Interesting look," she said simply, referring to his shredded power armor.
"Air support is 25 minutes out, what say we give our dashing hero over there a hand," she said gesturing to where the Overlord was stomping on the man's chest.
Guess the questions come later.
"Sure, it is the neighborly thing to do after all," said Gallows dryly.
Gallows bent down and picked up a discarded heavy assault rifle and pointed it at the Overlord, but before he could pull the trigger…
"Incoming!" screamed Dusk.
Gallows looked up in time to watch as the crackling blue ball of lightning hit the ground at their feet, sending several thousand volts of electricity into their bodies and dropping them to the ground paralyzed.
Gallows watched from his position on the ground as dozens of Super Mutants swarmed out from the buildings, and surrounded them, and then watched as yet more drove up in vehicles.
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The Overlord brought his foot crashing down on Jason's chest breaking his ribs and flooding his body with yet more pain. Jason could see darkness on the edge of his vision; he was dying and he knew it.
Maybe this is what I deserve, thought Jason lazily.
How many hundreds of people had he killed during the war? How many hundreds of innocent men, women, and children had died by his hand? Jason was a monster, and monsters deserved death.
The Overlord raised his leg again.
Well maybe I do deserve to die, but one thing is for damn sure, if death is coming for me, then this big bastard is riding shotgun.
The mutant sent his foot crash down again, but this time Jason caught it in his arms and used it to pull the Overlord to the ground. Rolling on top of the Overlord he started raining punches down on its thick skull.
The darkness at edge of his vision began to close in.
The mutant roared trying to buck him off. Jason snatched the combat knife from his belt and stabbed the monster in the neck and started sawing. The Mutant began shaking as it went into shock from the blood loss.
Well I know Heaven won't want anything to do with me, so I guess Hell is just gonna have to make some room for me and my new friend.
Jason's finished sawing through the mutant's neck and picked up the severed head. Stumbling to his feet Jason began searching for his grenade launcher.
The Super Mutants had the Pride bound in chains and were awaiting orders on what to do next. They were strong, so it was possible the Great One would allow them the privilege of joining their ranks, on the other hand they had caused the Great One no end in frustration by refusing to die, so he may just order them killed instead.
Sarah looked up at the ugly bastards pointing rifles at her.
"You better kill me now, because if you even try to feed me that green shit, I swear to God I'll murder every last fucking one of you." she growled.
The Super Mutants started laughing as if she said something incredibly funny. The electric orb had short circuited her power armor so she was unable to break the chains and strangle them. Just one more trick up the super mutants' collective sleeve, apparently the fuckers were just full of them. Sarah turned to Gallows who still seemed to be paralyzed by the blast of electricity, which was strange since it had only knocked the rest of the Pride out for about a minute, Gallows must have been more beat up than she had realized.
The Super Mutants apparently received their orders because one of them bent down and picked her up, preparing to toss her into one of their trucks. Sarah clamped her teeth down on its ear and ripped it off, a spurt of blood spraying across her face and down her neck. The mutant howled in pain and dropped her to the ground, then raised its foot preparing to smash her head in with it.
BOOM!
One of the trucks blew sky high as it was hit with a grenade launcher, a split second later the mutant who was about to kill Sarah was suddenly knocked to the ground as a massive decapitated head was sent crashing into the side of its ugly face. As it went down a laser pistol dropped from its belt, Sarah quietly snatched it up and pointed it at her chains.
All eyes turned to the direction the head had come flying at them from and standing there not twenty feet away was the psychotic bad ass; who had apparently finished his argument with the Overlord and found his gun. The man pointed the grenade launcher at the remaining Super Mutants.
"To hell with what Mr. Creepy Mind Voice said; get the fuck out of this city now or I'll kill you all."
Jason stared down the Super Mutants, it was a bluff, but maybe he had killed enough of them for them to believe it. The invisible presence tried to probe his mind again, but all it could touch was the rage and hatred boiling just beneath the surface, and that was enough to make it withdraw as fast as it could.
WHAT ARE YOU?
Your worst fucking nightmare, now are you gonna call off your lackeys, or shall I send them back to you in pieces?
HEHEHE, WELL, SINCE YOU ASK SO NICELY, SURE, WHY NOT?
The Super Mutants started getting back in their vehicles and driving away.
YOU...INTRIGUE ME...I LOOK FORWARD TO OUR MEETING AGAIN HUMAN, PERHAPS NEXT TIME WE CAN HAVE THIS CONVERSATION FACE TO FACE.
Once the last of the vehicles was away the grenade launcher slipped from his hand and he dropped to his knees. Jason fell backwards on to the ground as the darkness finally closed in on him, Jason waited for the devil to show up and claim his prize, hell, with all the business Jason had sent his way over the years the son of a bitch could at least greet him personally.
The devil didn't come, but something did that Jason did not expect, a Valkyrie.
Jason remembered from his high school classes that Valkyries were the warriors of the gods, sent to protect the spirits of those who die in violence and guide them to the afterlife. Jason felt like he should apologize for making her job so damn hard over the years, but found he couldn't speak.
Maybe it was the fact that she would be the last woman he would ever see before slipping beyond the veil, but she was truly and heart stoppingly beautiful. Soft gold hair dripped down her shoulders, and her face was the very landscape of Heaven itself. The Valkyrie knelt down beside him and placed her hands over his chest, upon her face was a look of deep concern.
Jason smiled, don't worry about it, the world will be better off without me, they should have put me in the ground years ago.
"Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine" snapped a new voice.
Jason looked to his right and saw General Constantine Chase kneeling beside him in full dress uniform.
"All you ever do is whine! So you're a monster, so you've killed a shit load of people, maybe not all of them deserved it, but guess what? Tough shit."
"I got news for you kid. The world needs monsters, now more than ever, the world needs someone who has what it takes to get the job done and set things right around here."
GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Chase vanished but someone new replaced him.
Dad?
Jason looked into the eyes of Marcus Wolfe.
"I'm sorry Jason, but you don't get to die, not yet, too much depends on you, more than you can possibly imagine."
The Valkyrie jabbed something into his chest and his father vanished as oxygen once more began to fill his lungs. Jason could now hear distant voices.
"…collapsed lung, massive blood lost, multiple broken bones; we need to get him into surgery immediately; call ahead to the Citadel and make sure a trauma unit is standing by…"
Fucking ghosts, why couldn't they just let me die in peace? thought Jason bitterly, as he passed into unconsciousness.
So yeah, the plot is getting a little more complicated but fear not, I won't let it tread near shark infested waters.