After completing Tannis' job, and leaving Sanctuary, Sin may or may not have blown up the Zaford's bar, the Holy Spirits, in a fit of blind rage. and He may or may not have dismembered 5 of the Zaford Clan. Regardless of circumstances, Sin found himself in a high speed pursuit by Mick Zaford and some of his men. As He roared across the Dust in his 'borrowed' Bandit technical.
"SIN WE'LL KILL YA THIS TIME YA SCOUNDREL" He heard Mick yell. Sin threw a grenade back behind him, but suddenly hit a large rock, sending him, and his vehicle flipping through the air.
"SHIT!...Did I leave the stove on?" Sin thought, as the vehicle flipped. It landed, and the Zafords surrounded it. Sin crawled out of the wreckage. Definitely a few broken ribs. He looked around and noticed the Zafords surrounding him, all heavily armed. Sin chuckled nervously
"No hard feelings, right fellas heh heh" Mick stepped forward "Give us one good reason we shouldn't splatter ye brains all over this desert" "Um...I have booze?" "That aint gonna cut it this time, im afraid. You've killed for the last time"
Sin quickly kicked some sand up into their faces, and dove behind his over turned vehicle. Mick regained his composure, and Sin heard the Zafords open fire on the vehicle. This cover wouldn't last, he knew. He needed a way out of this. He took out his last grenade. "Come on, dont fail me now." He chucked it overhead, and waited for it to go off, sending sand everywhere. He hopped on to his vehicle, with his buzzaxe in one hand, katana in the other. The sounds of his laughing was the last thing Mick Zaford ever heard.
As he wiped Zaford blood off of his katana, He looked at their bandit technical. "Eh, this'll do" Mick, barely alive, sat up, and shot Sin in the shoulder. Now Sin was a masochist. He loved pain, but it still annoyed the shit out of him. He turned and looked at Mick. He grabbed Mick's knife off the ground.
"You're too grumpy. Let's put a smile on your face!" Sin smiled, wickedly, and stuck the blade in one corner of Mick's mouth. He pushed it upwards, tearing open Mick's cheek. He repeated it on the other cheek, sending blood all over him. "There we go! a nice" He pushed the knife through the back of Mick's throat. "Big Smile"
He got in the vehicle, backed over Mick once, and drove off into the wasteland.
On the horizon, the town of Lynchwood stood. Sin roared into town.
He was a regular of the bandit ran town, and ever since the old sheriff was killed by Vault Hunters, It was his kinda town. Violent, with all the cheap booze he could drink. He was kicked in the door of a tavern, and sat down at the bar.
"Yo, Barkeep, whiskey" Sin said, and downed a shot of booze.
He heard a ruckus at the door, and the new 'Sheriff' of Lynchwood, Miles Snow, walked in.
"Hey, who the hell's the new guy" Sin said to a nearby bandit.
"That's the new sheriff" The man replied, as the sheriff walked up to Sin.
"I understand that you're the man they call 'Sin'. Yeah, I've heard a lot about you. Look, Cause any trouble in my town, and I'll put you down" The sheriff said, smelling like cheap cologne and whiskey.
Sin laughed, giving him a smirk "This morning alone, I've killed seven people. All I want to do is get hammered, and you come in here bugging me. Well let me tell YOU sheriff. I'm not a big fan of law. or rules period to be honest with ya. I'll do what I want, when I want, and as far as you're concerned, You don't even make my top five hundred on the list of things I care about."
The Sheriff slapped Sin to the ground, and began walking out, as Sin looked up.
"Oh you have no idea what you just did, 'Sheriff'" Sin hissed, smiling. He looked at the bartender.
The Sheriff stopped, and turned around. He said something to a deputy, who tried to handcuff Sin, only for Sin to pin him to a wall, with a katana against his throat. The Sheriff shot Sin in the neck with a dart, filled with tranquilizer. Sin began getting dizzy, and passed out.
He woke up in a dirty cell, and the Sheriff walked in
"Well, looks like our prisoner is awake" He said, and Sin said "So help me, When I get out of here, I'll choke you with your own intestines"
Snow sat down, and looked at Sin, and simply said "I can't quite place it, but I recognize you"
"Well duh, we're in another story together. It's on the guy writing this story's page."
Snow raised an eyebrow and Sin said "Oh right, you don't know. Nevermind"
"Sin, I looked into your past. You've done a lot of bad things. The list of things you've done go from Arson to Murder to Cannibalism to Jaywalking and the list goes on. You're a wanted man. A thug."
"Mercenary" Sin corrected.
"Your execution's scheduled for tomorrow. See ya then" Snow got up and left, shutting the door behind him. The room got dark, and Sin just sat there, utterly frustrated.
"This is a real clusterfuck" He mumbled, and punched a wall. The 'Madman of the badlands' as he had been dubbed by Hyperion and Crimson Raiders alike, was looking into the eyes of death, and for once, he couldn't smile. He had had countless life risking experiences, and nearly died several dozen times. But this felt different. Knowing that it was coming was alot worse than not, at least in his opinion.
Morning rolled around, finally, and Sin was brought out in chains to the gallows. As they placed his neck in the noose, the sheriff said "Any last words?"
"Can I have one last smoke before you hang me for bullshit reasons." Snow shrugged, and said "Sure"
He pulled out a cigarette, and gave it to a deputy nearby. The deputy approached Sin, and as He drew near, Sin headbutted him, and wrapped the chain around his neck. The sheriff quickly shot at Sin, but Sin used the deputy as a human shield, and the bullet only served to break the chain. Sin quickly grabbed the deputy's gun from his holster, slipping his head from the noose, and shot at Snow, hitting his shoulder. He pulled the lever, opening a trapdoor, and he hopped down.
"Now what?" He asked himself, as he heard men running up the stage.
He saw a loose plank on the side of the gallows, and crawled through the space, and ran to the Sheriff's 'Jail Lost & Found' as Sin had called it, where all his wonderful toys were!
Some men surrounded the building where they saw the psychopath run into.
Suddenly, the door came open a little, and a small metallic ball rolled out. A deputy picked it up, studying it, when it suddenly exploded, releasing a cloud of acidic gas. Sin lept out of the building, buzzaxe in one hand, a katana in another and corrosive-proof armor, as well as a 'borrowed' gas mask. He slashed open a deputy, spilling entrails on the ground, as the mans face melted off.
He saw the Sheriff running to his office, when Sin pulled out his trust sidearm, Temptation's kiss, and shot Snow in the knee caps.
He then walked up to Snow, and said "Remember that little threat I made in your cage earlier, involving your innards?"
Sin then proceeded to gut, and stangle Snow with his own intestines.
"Well that was fun!" Sin said, as He looked at his blood stained clothes. "We really must do this again" He said, looking at Snow's corpse, which was starting to smell.
Just a normal Tuesday for Sin.
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