Fallout 3 (c) Bethesda

Jackal Jack (c) Me

Chapter 2 -They Never Scream For Him

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It took a bit more effort than he thought it would, but he managed to fold the grimy, thin mattress over so it would fit down into the basement. The other raiders in the room exposed their unappealing teeth in mocking smiles and a few openly laughed at his unnecessary struggle with the thing.

He looked once over his shoulder menacingly at them before giving the moldy thing a hard shove down. It landed loudly on the ground with a resounding smack, Jackal following close behind in the same fashion. The hard ground hit his feet and his knees felt as if they would give for a moment. He forgot how far down this ladder really went. Maybe net time he'd take it instead.

To his revulsion at turning around he saw the little whore actually trying to save the bastard he shot. Some how she'd gotten up, and gotten her arms untied just so she could waste stimpacks on him.

"Y-you should have killed me," he gurgled at her obviously not noticing Jack there.

Jackal rolled his eyes, pulled the hammer, "Yeah, you fucking should have," and the raider was dead, his brains decorating her body. She looked shocked. Why exactly? He couldn't know; the man's fate was as important to him as what he'd be eating next. Wait, that was important… whatever. He watched as she slowly reached up to pull a chunk of skull out of her hair. Pity, it looked kind of nice. No it didn't.

"You see, when I make something happen, it happens, no matter how strong he thinks he is holding on," Jackal said carelessly waving his gun towards the headless corpse. "Really, he did make good time there. You know surviving and all, no help to you of course."

The girl's eyes were wide. Too wide, fuck, stop staring! Jackal turned away from her, his face pulled into a look of disdain to grab the mattress again, upon his turning around again all he could see around the bitch was red. Blood. "What the fuck did you do?! You're always messing some shit up!" his hand was raised like he'd slap her, but he decided against it. Currently his hand was cleaner than she was, and that was saying something. Plus she was still holding a knife.

"What I did!?" And he did slap her. Stupid bitch should keep her pretty mouth shut. She must have been too weak to stab him too, because his arm was generally okay. After wiping his bloody hand off on her he got back to the matter at hand. He dragged the moldy bed to the centre of the room where it was clear of obstacles on all sides. It was now in a fully exposed area, perfect for complete access. Jackal laughed. Oh the fun he'd have.

He practically pounced on her obviously taking her by surprise, threw the knife to the other side of the room and violently dragged her by her bloody arm to the mattress. Her wide eyes got even wider now, which would have been amazing, except for she didn't look scared. He looked her body over, grinded his teeth and licked his lips. Still nothing from her but wide eyes. "I'm gonna fucking rape you." Undoing his belt buckle, his words, the looks; okay this wasn't going to be fun anymore.

After a moment she replied, "Do your worst." And her face was serious. Jackal sneered instead at her and walked over to the metal boxes that sat next to the table. Railroad spikes, rope, and his favourite knife. Now he was ready. Upon turning around though he saw that out of the junk on the floor she'd found another knife. No, a letter opener. What the fuck, He didn't even get mail! "Okay, seriously?" her expression didn't change. "Get up." Jackal commanded. She looked surprised for a split of a second, but didn't comply. "Get the fuck up." He said again.

Her gaze wavered. "I can't." And then he noticed the ropes. Right. He hoisted her up by the sore arm again, forcing her to drop her letter opener. It broke into a rusty pile upon hitting the floor. Fucking stupid weapon. Her face showed pain, but she didn't utter a sound. And she still didn't look scared. But Jackal's face was a wide grin.

"What?" She asked after a stubborn moment of fighting curiosity.

"Meat." He responded simply and shoved her aggressively to the shadowed side of the room, past the ladder. Now her face, or what he could make of it through the darkness, looked confused, even worried. Wait, no he was making that part up, but definitely confused.

"Meat!" Jackal bellowed. All the voices from the floor above hushed immediately. A door creaked open slowly behind the stupid bitch. She probably never even noticed it there. For a long moment the silence dragged on. Not a noise was made upstairs. Really all that could be heard was Jackal's grinding teeth. And those fucking leaking pipes.

He almost shouted again, ready to fire a warning shot when a figure emerged from the door. If anyone else was standing there next to him all they'd be able to make out was a tall brutish shape of a man and a glowing red light.

The shadows hid nothing from memory though. There was a reason that the lights didn't work over there. The only problem was that the smell liked to be on all sides of the room at once. Jackal was happy for the fresh scent of blood sitting less than a few feet away otherwise his eyes would be watering with the scent of zombie alone. Fucking ghouls. He put his goggles on now.

"You get her first. Do whatever you wish." He said with a wave of his hand as he turned his back to the corpse so he could retrieve the body.

Jackal paused. Silence still hung all around him. His voice sounded oddly detached as it echoed around the room once more, "Well?"

A gravelly, choked voice came from behind him. The noise could have been a laugh as much as it could have been Meat vomiting, but either way the gasp that came from the girl had Jackal aroused already. The sound of her sliding along the dirt ground, the sound of a frail struggle and the door heavy slamming shut, all of it was nothing but pleasure. Jackal hoisted the headless body up and over his shoulder, carried it to the mattress and dropped him heavily down. It wasn't until he got to work mutilating the bastard that the screams started up. The voices above probably went back to the usual volume, but they couldn't be heard over her. Oh fuck, finally. Finally the screams he'd wanted to hear. He practically creamed his pants right there.