Chapter 8:Jailhouse slaughter
A/N: Hello guys sorry about the super long wait, but finally Chapter 8 is finally here. To those who were patient with me during my time of absence...All good come to those that wait, and now you'll rewarded for it. This chapter has reference in it, I'm not going to say what, but just know...this will appeal to a lot of the the walking dead fans, however you have to read to find it :) so happy hunting
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Warning: contains graphic violence, and sexual subjects, if this isn't for you...stop reading, exit browser, disconnect your internet and think about your life...but we all know you won't do it, will you? ;)
Unknown location and time...
First it was nothing but darkness, then the sounds of water and seagulls could be heard, a warm and pleasant breeze was felt as well. Trayvon opened his eyes and realized he wasn't on Remnant anymore but on the beach back in the commonwealth. He got up and looked around, there was no wreckage or skeletons anywhere, in fact there were straw huts all around and they were untouched.
"Wait a minute...this isn't Boston." he realized
"You're finally awake, was wondering if I had to wake you up myself." he heard a seductive voice say, he turns around was met by a sight. A brunette with green eyes, with a curvy figure was standing right behind him.
"Um...hello there, mind telling me where we are?" Trayvon asked awkwardly, the woman giggled before answering.
"We're in paradise of course." she simply responded
'Oh I must be dreaming then, well better make the most of it.' he mentally noted. The merc also noted that she was topless and wore only the bottom of her bikini.
"Ok...um is there anyone else on this island?" he asked
"Just the other nine girls here." when she said that Trayvon's eyes widened.
"Did you just say nine?" he said with his mouth agape, she nods at him and points ahead. There were four playing volleyball, three of them sunbathing, and two having a race across the shoreline, but here's the thing...all were topless, this left the sole survivor speechless.
'Oh my god, I have a harem...this is a fifteen year olds wet dream isn't it..?' he mentally swore.
*4th wall interruption*
Trayvon: Ok what the hell is with the teenage wet dream?
Me:I don't know I figured it'd be fitting, you know with your personality.
Trayvon: Oh...so I'm a pervert now? When did that happen?
Me: You really want me to answer that?
Trayvon: Please do
Me: What did you say to Weiss in Chapter 6?
Trayvon: What're you...? Oh...
Me: Yeah..
Trayvon: alright whatever, lets see where this goes.
*Scene resume*
One of the girls sees Trayvon awake and rallied up the others."Hey ladies, the master is up!" she yelled and like locus they swarmed towards the merc happily. When they got there, they were super eager for whatever he wanted them to do.
"So which one of us do you want to play with first? I do hope you mean me" the brunette teased, another girl from the group frowned at her comment.
"Why do you get to go first? Because of that thing you do with your mouth?" the redhead asked
'Thing with her mouth...mmkay...' The dreadhead thought while rubbing his temples, he then tried to diffuse the argument. "Hey girls listen, I didn't even choose yet." he told them but was ignored.
"Well he doesn't complain, do you sweetheart?" she asked him seductively. This angered the other nine and they soon got into an argument. Sensing that this was going to get crazy, Trayvon slipped out undetected while the group of girls got into a typical cat fight.
Finally away, the wastelander took a minute and looked back and noticed them still going. " Jeez those chicks were nuts, hopefully there aren't anymor-" He started to say until he caught a glimpse of a woman on the bridge staring at the horizon.
'Maybe she's not crazy like the others, maybe I should say hi' he thought as he got closer to her. When Trayvon reached the bridge, he could finally see the long blond hair, unlike the crazies from earlier this one had her top on and a white bikini skirt, however there was something familiar about this one, he couldn't put a finger on it, but she seemed...familar. He walked up behind her and let himself known.
"Well hello there, what's a flower like you doin out here?" Trayvon flirted, the woman infront of him sighed.
"I like the view out here, its...beautiful." she said softly, the Sole Survivor hums in agreement.
"It is isn't it? But I bet if you turn around...i'll see something better than the sun won't I?" he said in a suave tone, she giggles in response.
"My aren't you born with a silver tongue? Ok I'll go with you but on one condition.." she said
"Sure, what is it?"
" There's another settlement that needs your help." the woman said with the voice and face of Preston Garvey. Trayvon's whole world shattered...literally, as he fell into the abyss of Garvey's endless settlement ramblings.
In the real world...
Location: Vale kingdom, vale police station, interrogation room.
Time of day: Midnight
Year: Unknown (not surprising)
"AIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Trayvon shrieked,
"OI! Why are ya screamin?!" he heard a familiar voice next to him say, he turns to the direction of the voice and saw Hector.
"I uh...had a really horrid dream." Trayvon grumbled
"I can tell, look at you, you're drenched in sweat." the gunslinger pointed out.
"Well it did start off as a wet dream at first, then it turned to shit.." Trayvon said, he then looked around the room and noticed they were in an office. "Where are we?" he asked
"Well after we were knocked out by lieutenant dick head, we were dragged here, he took my guns and that thing on your arm." Hector explained
" Wait what?!" Trayvon exclaimed, he checked his left arm and it happened to be true. "That motherfucker! Oooh if I see him, I swear to god im gonna-!" he began to say but soon realized he felt restraint on his wrist, it was then he noticed his arms were handcuffed infront of him from the table. TJ looks at his new friend and noticed he was the same way.
"The fuck is this?!" Trayvon yelled, the door opens and Chro creeps in along with a larger and older man. After the door closes behind them, both officers took a seat across from them.
"Hello gentlemen, im glad to see you're awake...good, let me introduce you to someone." the lieutenant said motioning the old man next to him.
"Hello there I'm Cole, Chief of police, pleasure to meet you." the old cop said
"Your boy here arrested me for the dumbest shit possible, why would it be a fucking pleasure?" Trayvon said venomously
"Watch your tone you-!"
"Lieutenant, it's alright, I expect him to be angry." Cole said cutting him off, Chro shuts up but kept a hardened glare on the wastelander.
"So if you're here, how screwed are we?" Hector asked nervously, the police chief chuckles
"Kid, screwed is an understatement, you have no idea how much trouble you're in, but you'll be brought up to speed soon." Cole said coldly, he paused and gave the wastelander a look. "And son, you're in here because...?"
"Name..." Trayvon bitterly responded
"Right, Chro told me about that, I do apologize for my... Underling's harsh brutality towards you, I highly doubt you're anti-individualist. You're most likely a foreigner, the device we took from you shows that." the police Chief said.
"Speaking of..where the hell is my Pipboy and scroll?" Trayvon demanded
"Glad you asked...you can come in now!" chief cole yelled, and the door opens revealing a redheaded woman in business attire, she walked in and sat down, putting the Pipboy on the table. Before the door could close, another person came in as well, also dressed in business attire, he had jet black hair and the poker face from hell.
"Ahh detectives, glad you guys decided to show up." The lieutenant remarked sarcastically
"Well we figured, we should visit our "favorite" lieutenant." The woman said equally sarcastic, the man in the suit rolls his eyes.
"Anyway, to more pressing matters... What is this about?" the suited man asked
"Since everyone is here, we'll get to the point, we finally got this cocksucker now all we gotta do is throw away the key." Cole said happily
"Uh...which one? because I'm seeing double and I don't drink." the male detective stated
"Oh right, the blond asshole right there." Hearing this Hector finally spoke.
"Me?! What the hell did I do to you fucks anyway?" he asked them.
"You've been a pain in the ass since you got here from Atlas, we just didn't have any cause of arresting you...until tonight that is.." Chief Cole said darkly, Trayvon blinked at this
"You're from Atlas Hector?" The wastelander asked
"Aye..."
"I happen to know someone from there." Trayvon told him, the chief clears his throat and that ends both of their conversation.
"As for you Mr. Jackson, I WOULD let you go but after running your name in our system, your occupation is what I have a problem with..." the old man stated
"That I work at Beacon? Well that should be easy then, mind if I call Ozpin?" Trayvon asked nicely
"You know I have a certain respect towards huntsmen, they do their job and we do ours...but then there's some that think their above the law and above me." the police chief growled
"Wait a minute, you think that's what I doing?" Trayvon slightly shouted
"I don't know and honestly I don't care, because I'm not giving a rabbit's chance to any huntsmen anymore."
"Look if I just call my boss, he can assure you that I'm one of the good ones." the wastelander pleaded
"Fuck Ozpin! He thinks he runs Vale because of his pompous academy, to hell with him and anyone involved with him...that goes for you too." the chief growled
"So what? You're going to stack some fake charges on me BECAUSE I work for Ozzy?!" Trayvon gritted his teeth
"Not like there's anyone that can stop me, is there?" Cole smirked, the two detectives frowned at that statement. The chief thankfully didn't notice, However the wastelander did and smiled.
"Funny, I see the whole dirty cop thing bitting you on your ass." TJ responded
"Hmph, we'll see.."
"Yeah we will." Trayvon quickly shot back, the old cop stood up and sighed
"Looks like we're done here, I"m heading out, I've got a show to catch."
"But sir, what about them?" Chro asked.
"Leave them here, a gut feeling is telling me not to let them around other detainees." the chief said
"You got it chief, I'll put guards outside so they don't get any ideas." the lieutenant chirped.
Both handcuffed men gave them a menacing glare, which the chief noticed and chuckled at.
"What's with the glares, you only have yourselves to blame...well not really, but the public won't know that." Hearing that, the wastelander growled at the four people in front of them.
"If I wasn't in cuffs right now, I'd gut you like a fish.." Trayvon threatened, the old cop cackled at threat.
"Wow! I look forward to it kid, well IF you can get out that is, or you know... I could save myself the problem and just kill you right now." Chief Cole remarked darkly.
"Why don't you do it then? That's if you got a pair, or maybe they already fell off." Trayvon taunted, enticing a snicker from Hector, that was until the old cop pulled his gun out to emphasize his point.
He then leaned closer in to the wastelander, jamming the gun in his chest and holding a hand up to his own ear like he was trying to hear him.
"What? Nothing to say now? Go ahead, speak up." he said, it was then Trayvon did something he never expected anyone to do...he smiled at him.
"Well any fucking time sweetheart." Trayvon dared, seeing that he wasn't fazed by the gun to his chest, he took it off his chest and sighed, he then aims at Hector's leg and fired a deafening shot that put a decent size wound on the gunslinger.
"ARRGH! MY FUCKING LEG!" He screamed in agony, the wastelander glanced at the bleeding man next to him, but his face remained unstartled with a smirk, but in the inside he was pissed. He wanted to gut the chief open and strangle him with his entrails, but he needed opportunity to and right now wasn't a good one.
"You couldn't intimidate me, so you shot my friend here... Loving the logic here." Trayvon sarcastically remarked
"Fuck...you..." Chief Cole growled, he then holstered his gun and walked to he door. "Lieutenant, bring that device to evidence room, and keep it out, I'd like to go through it tomorrow." the old man said as he exited the room. After he was finally gone, only the Lieutenant and the two detectives were left there.
"So...what was the point of all this?" the female asked asked, the male one shrugged his shoulders and looked at the handcuffed men across from him.
"Whatever you guys did...I feel sorry about what's going to happen next" he said, The Lieutenant snorted at that.
"Aww, you feel sorry for the trash? Pathetic..." Chro mocked
"Well somebody has to be human about this, as far as treatment goes this is beyond inhuman." the dark haired detective remarked
"Uh-oh someone's being self-righteous, careful...you don't want to end up like the other two detectives, do you?" Chro taunted, this made everyone in the room do an eyebrow raise.
"How do you know about something you weren't there for?" the man in the suit asked. Instead of an answer, Chro just smiled at him, picked up the Pipboy and left the room. Both detectives stood up and nodded at the handcuffed men before they too vacated the room. Outside of it, the female investigator was about to lock the door until her partner stopped her.
"No Tara, leave it unlocked." he said,
"But Roy we can't, if they escape-" she began to explain, however the other investigator hushed her.
"It's alright, It's their problem anyway, but our focus right now is getting as far away as possible." Roy said quickly as he began sprinting with Tara not far behind.
"Why are we running? Is it because of the chief?" she asked
"No...something far worse.."
"You have to level with me here Roy." she said as they kept running.
"That man next to Grayson, Something about that guy just gave me a bad vibe." Roy said cryptically
"Doesn't explain while we're running for our lives and the fact we forgot the door." Tara remarked
"I'll explain when we're out of the building." he said as they made their way to the exit.
Back in the interrogation room...
Left in the room, the two mercs were still handcuffed to the table. Hector was still groaning from the gun shot wound he received and Trayvon had a bored expression until he finally sighed.
"I think they're gone, if thats the case...!" Trayvon effortlessly broke the handcuffs apart and stood up. "Man, It feels good to finally stand." he remarked happily, however the gunslinger was less than thrilled when he saw this.
"What the..?! Ya could've gotten out the entire time?!" Hector roared
"Pretty much, yeah" Trayvon said, at this point the blond man was fuming.
"Then why...?"
"Because I wanted to hear what his intentions were." the wastelander told him
"Well I hope you got what you're looking for, cause I got bullet wound for it." Hector glared
"Oh come on now, It's not that bad." Trayvon assured.
"Are you ser-..? HE FUCKING SHOT ME!" the blond yelled, the wastelander sighed
"Honestly I thought he'd shoot me, guess he figured you were a better target."
"Gee that actually made me feel better." Hector said sarcastically
"*GASP!* really?!" Trayvon replied equally sarcastic.
"Piss off..."
"Aww..ok hang on, i'll tend to your little flesh wound." Trayvon cooed, he pulls out a stimpak from his jacket and walks over to Hector.
"Wait wait, What's that?" the blond questioned looking at the needle.
"Something that's going to close your wound, it may prick a little but, you'll barely notice it." Trayvon assured, Hector looked at it and then the bleeding hole in his leg and sighed
"Alright, do it quickly."
"With pleasure.." Trayvon said happily, he then jammed the stimpak into the same leg, right next to the wound. In an instant Hectors bullet wound closed up very quickly along with the bullet falling out of his leg and onto the floor.
"How...how is that possible?! Its like I've never been shot!" Hector said shocked
"That my friend is what we call stimpaks, best medicine to have on you, trust me." Trayvon explained
"Thanks boyo and sorry about my outburst."
" you're welcome..and hey I've been shot many times, its not pretty so its cool" Trayvon said waving him off, the merc then looked at Hector's handcuffs and inspected them. "Is there a way I can pick these?" he asked
"No, these require a key, you could get it from any guard here." the blond told him, Trayvon nodded with a grin.
"Good thats what I need to hear.." Trayvon said, he then bent down and reached into his boot and pulled a combat knife out it. He then walks to the door and bangs on it, getting the attention of a passing cop. With the officer's focus now on the door, the wastelander quickly moved to the right side of it and crouched down.
The guard opened the door and walked in and only saw Hector, and before he could say or do anything the merc grabbed him from the collar and flung him back into the wall. The cop instantly recoiled from the impact, only to meet Trayvon's elbow to his eye. The wastelander viciously stabbed the said guard repeatedly in the gut and eventually cut his throat to finish it. The dying officer gurgled on his blood before he finally died, sliding down the wall.
Trayvon looted the cuff keys, a police pistol and a baton from the dead policeman, walked over to the blond and unlocked his cuffs. Hector stood up while the wastelander freed his wrists from the broken handcuffs.
"You had a weapon in your boot?" Hector asked him
"Yeah, i got tired of getting disarmed." Trayvon told him, he then picks up the gun and baton and handed them both to Hector. "Here, you probably need this more than I do." he said while walking back the body.
"Thanks for the gun, but is that knife all you plan to use?" the gunslinger asked. After Trayvon dragged the dead guard under the table, he came out wiping the blood off the blade.
"I think I can manage.." he said, as both men were about to leave, another guard to (their misfortune) walked in and noticed them up and about. What happens next can only be described as pure luck, the officer drew the gun, but he didn't get to fire it because a second after, a thin blade was sticking out of his chest.
Both mercs were speechless, yeah this startled them but at the same time it wasn't unwelcomed, the impaled guard coughed and fell to the ground. it was then they saw who was responsible for this.
A short girl, not even as tall as Ruby was the owner of that blade Her hair was long and had three different colors, one side is pink with a white stripe while the other side was a chocolate brown. Her eyes were pink on one side and brown in the other.
Her attire consisted of a white jacket with a pink interior, a brown corset that curved around her hips, brown pants, white and black high heel boots and multiple necklaces around her neck.
Trayvon and Hector watched as she yanked the blade out of the corpse and sheathed it back into her parasol.
"Well...um thanks but who are you exactly?" Trayvon asked, the smaller girl then typed something in her scroll and held it up for both of them to see.
[I'm Neo and I'm here to break you both out on junior's account.] The text read. At that the two mercs nodded.
"I'll have to give that guy my thanks, but after we make it out of here. Would you happen to know where they're keeping our things?" Trayvon questioned, and Neo nods at him.
[Actually yes it's down the hall, not too far, but it might be guarded around this time.] She typed.
"Not worried about that, we just need to get our shit and decide what to do from there." Trayvon told her. Hector walked up to the door and checked to see if there were any guards walking around out there.
"I don't see anyone around, good time to get going." He said cocking his pistol. The three of them crouched and Hector slowly opened the door and looked around to make sure that no guards were around, when they were clear, the blond man signaled the other two, prompting them to move ahead. The trio pressed on in the hall, taking care not to alert any guardsmen. After a few minutes of walking in the hallway, Trayvon peaked around the corner and the evidence room was right there waiting, the only problem however...was the two officers standing right in front of it with their backs turned.
"Wait here guys, this won't take long." Trayvon whispered and the other two nodded. The sole survivor moved closer and came into ear shot of something he would soon regret to hear.
"Hey man, want to go out and grab some donuts?" Guard number 1 asked, and the other one rolled his eyes.
"No, I don't want any goddamn donuts, we're going to guard this room and that's the last I'll hear about it." Guard number 2 snapped.
"You never take me anywhere anymore, I ATE YOUR ASS MAN!" The first guard whined
"Shuddup about that will ya? you want people to find out?!" the other guard yelled
"Uh..." They both heard, but before they could react, Trayvon smashed their heads together knocking them out. The wastelander started gagging and walked to the nearest wall, put both hands on it and proceeded to smash his head against it until the memory faded. Hector walked up to him and put his hand on his shoulder, which stopped him.
"I...I thought it was myth, a legend even... I thought nobody in existence could be that nasty, but now I know!" Trayvon said with tears in his eyes.
"I know we both heard him, the sooner we get out of here, the better we could put this whole night behind us." Hector said, with tears also streaming down as well. Neo on the other hand, looked at the dreadhead in sympathy, as she too understands how messed up this town really is. Wiping the blood from his forehead (as well as his tears) Trayvon walked over both guards and pulled the door handle. To his surprise, the door was unlocked and the trio stepped inside of the room.
'Once again...the door was unlocked, seriously it's like these guys are asking to be raided.' Trayvon thought shaking his head. Walking around inside they could see the stacks of boxes against the walls, Trayvon then looked ahead and saw his Pipboy lying there before he ran to the desk and grabbed it.
"Hello Pippy! did you miss me? daddy missed you!" He said happily, giving it a kiss. Having his romantic moment with his arm piece, Trayvon forgot that he wasn't the only there as Hector and Neo stared at him with blank expressions but mentally they were actually thinking...
'What the actual fuck...?'
"You do know you've got fucking issues right?" Hector told him, and Trayvon gave him a look.
"When you start having nightmares about the kid on the cracker jack box as the prize inside, you'll understand what goes on in this head of mine." The Wastelander said as he slipped his pipboy back on
"I don't even know what that is but that image is bad enough so...i'm going to stop talking now." The blond said backing away slowly.
"Yeah you do that..." Trayvon said, He then powered up his Pipboy and after a series of numbers and the vault boy showing up, the system was back to normal. He then began checking his inventory to see if there's anything missing.
"Ok, good nothing has been touched.." Trayvon said to himself. As he was about to walk off, TJ stepped on something very hard on the floor, When he looked down he saw the large safe on the floor.
"Hey guys, I found something over here!" He called out, the other two ran over to where he was and inspected safe.
[Must be where they keep the weapons, might as well take a look inside.] Neo typed with a grin. Trayvon pulled out a screwdriver and a bobby pin and went to work, almost immediately he cracked the safe and opened it. The small girl happened to be right because inside were two bladed pistols and a sword inside a red sheath.
"What the...? I've been looking for that damn sword! those lying bastards!" Hector cursed, retrieving his guns and the sheathed blade.
"Having a hard time keeping track of your weapons eh? what else did you lose, your long lost rocket launcher?" Trayvon chuckled, earning a middle finger from the gunslinger. After both him and Hector got their gear back, they decided to plan their next move.
"So...what do we do now?" The blond man asked
[The way I see it, we can just go the way I came from but I have a feeling you guys want some payback.] Neo typed up.
"Sure, I'm down for some wasteland justice." Trayvon grinned madly
"Say what now..?" Hector asked confused
"Forget you heard that." The wastelander said quickly. As the trio was about to continue the discussion, they hear the door creak slightly open and something roll across the floor, when Trayvon looked down he saw the grenade that rolled right next to his foot.
"OH SHI-!" was all he had time to say before the grenade exploded in a cloud of smoke, covering the entire room.
"SHOOT TO KILL!" one of the 15 guards yelled opening fire along with the other policemen in hopes that ones inside the smoke would get shredded by the gunfire. After minutes of blindly firing in the smoke the guardsmen finally stop their firing.
"Uh...did we get them?" Another guard asked. A man with short auburn hair walked up and peeked inside.
"There's no way anyone could've survived that, but just in case, go pick up the pieces." He ordered.
"Yes sir!" The two guards said. The two gas masked cops walked in the cloud of smoke in search of the bodies they supposedly riddled up. However the moment they went deeper inside of the smoke, there were forcefully yanked up by two other figures inside. A few minutes later and the men the captain sent in there hasn't came back out.
"Are you guys alright in there? answer me!" He called out, but alas no response. This worried the commanding officer, because when cops don't respond to their commanding officer's call, it means they're extremely occupied or, something happened to them and from the looks of it, the latter seems to be the case.
"You! go check on our guys inside, but be careful." The Captain ordered, and another guard walked in the room of smoke. Looking around cautiously, the officer walked in blinding smoke, he saw nothing for a minute until he came across a glimmering object in the corner.
'What the hell is that?' The cop thought, walking towards it. Coming closer he began to realize what it was, but by then it was too late...
-Blam!- Went the gun and -Splat!- Went the man's head. The now deceased guard flew right back out side, from sheer force of that bullet. The captain and his men look at the dead body in fear, as blood was pooling out of his head.
"WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS DOING?! FIRE!" He commanded.
"We can't sir, we're out of bullets." One of the masked cops said. Captain Brock rubs his temples in frustration, that not only are they all out of ammo but the enemy inside has them at a disadvantage.
Inside of the room the one responsible for that head shot was still aiming down his sights with lucky eddy, sporting his signature gas mask, Trayvon silently moved behind the desk that Hector and Neo were behind, wearing the masks they took from the first two guards.
"Nice shot mate, I bet they weren't expecting this were they?" Hector chuckled
"Nope and with them out of ammo, they won't be so quick to send more in. This is the perfect chance to get them while they're scared." Trayvon said grinning under his mask. "You guys ready for this?"
"Ready when you are.." Hector said holding up his pistols.
"Neo?" The wastelander called and she grinned with her blade protruding out of the parasol.
"Alright, lets do this!" Trayvon said happily as they made their way to the door.
Outside of the door way, the remaining 12 officers were thinking of a way to breach the room when they hear footsteps getting closer, until they can see a figure in the fading smoke. Before anyone could do anything, a flaming sword pierced one of the guards through the gut.
"Guess I should've taken you out to dinner first, hm?" Trayvon joked, the impaled officer coughed up blood.
"Y-y-you damn savage...!" The guard choked out. seeing their comrade's demise, the other policemen pulled out their nightsticks and discharged electricity and charged at the wastelander. Trayvon then pulls out a his Gainer magnum.
Fallout 4 ost: critical chance starts playing...
While his shishkebab is still impaled through the cop, Trayvon used his body as shield from the attacks while he fired rounds at them, blasting a hole in their face and chest. As more of them Tried to corner the wastelander, Hector was laying cover fire, gunning a few of them down while Neo started flipping around the guards, kicking and jabbing the blade into a couple of them. Trayvon then ripped his sword out of the dead man, and began cutting them down with his enflamed blade, catching his enemies on fire with each lethal strike from it. The other officers moved out of the way, trying to avoid the being caught on fire, but was shot down by both Trayvon and Hector, if not taken down by Neo who kept the pressure on the guards by moving in close and smashing them with powerful kicks. The battle lasted for a total of 3 minutes (not even joking), eventually the only enemies left, were the captain and two very shaken policemen hiding around the corner.
"This doesn't make any sense...They just took out 12 of us like nothing." The police captain said fearfully.
"What do we do sir? should we call for backup?" One of the cop say.
"Hell no, if Chro caught wind of this, he'd never let me live it down." Captain brock said. He then peeked around the corner to see if the enemy was still there, and to his surprise (and not a good one) they weren't there anymore. Brock sees the two guards that Trayvon knocked out lying on the ground with their guns on the hilts.
"Alright you two listen up, I don't see the enemy anywhere but that doesn't mean they're not around, do you guys see those two knocked out guys right there?" He pointed at the KOed guards.
"I see them sir, but what about it?"
"Those guys were out before we got here, so chances are they have ammo in their guns." Brock explained
"But how do we get to them, captain?" one of men said
"Simple, we all rush out there, grab the guns and hope that we don't get shot trying." The Captain told them
"But wait... there's only two guns though..." The other cop said
"Yeah I know, which means somebody is going to use a nightstick, but lets figure that out when we get them." Brock said eying the his goal. "on three we make a break for it, 1...2...3!" He shouted with all three running to the two knocked out guards. They get there and looked around, not seeing their enemies. The captain secures two handguns, tossing one of the guns to another cop while the other brought out his Baton. The captain along with the guard he tossed the gun to, checked the handguns if they were loaded and to their satisfaction, they were.
"Good, our guns are loaded, now we have a way to fight back." The police captain said grinning.
"Except ya won't get a chance to use them." They heard a familiar Irish accent say. When the three cops turned to the source, they met the evil grinning face of Hector. When Brock tried to aim the gun at him, Hector fired a shot that blew his fingers off which disarmed him. Seeing their captain Yelling in pain from the loss of his fingers, The other guards attempted to charge at Hector, only for Trayvon to pop out from behind the other pillar, firing shots his magnum from the hip (Fanning) kneecapping all three officers, which sent them to the ground. The other policemen that had a gun dropped his the moment he fell on his ass, he attempted to pick it up and got his hand stepped on by Neo before she kicked the gun away. The mute girl gave him a sadistic smile and curb stomped him. Trayvon and Hector walked up to the downed captain, with smirks on their faces,
"My oh my, You guys are a special kind of stupid..we knew you'd go for the guns, that's why we left them there." The wastelander chuckled.
"You bastards... you'll all die for this!" Captain Brock growled painfully, The merc sighed at the statement.
"No we won't, but you might...however If you tell me where you're lieutenant is, I won't kill you." Trayvon assured him. Brock thought about this, if he didn't tell him where the lieutenant was, then he was going to die, but if he did he'd be spared.. if chro didn't kill him. After mulling it over he made a wise decision.
"Ok ok , I'll tell you where he is..." The police captain sighed
Meanwhile in the lieutenant's office...
The police lieutenant was in his desk, smoking a cigar and with his hand moving up and down from something. He them hears a knock at his door.
"Come on in." He said, the door opens up and a meekly looking woman in business attire walks in.
"Here's the paperwork the chief wanted you to go through." The secretary said as she sat a stack on his desk.
"I was wondering when I'd get those, Thank you Mell." Chro said
"You're welcome sir, let me know if there's anything else you need me to do." She said.
"Well actually, I'm in the middle of something but there is something you can do for yourself."
"And that is sir?"
"Go home for the night and get some rest, you've earned it." The lieutenant said with a smile.
"T-Thank you sir and goodnight!" Mell said, she bowed and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. When she was gone, his face contorted in a weird way.
"unngh..!" He grunted before his eyes rolled back and closed. Soon after, a girl with short blue hair stood up in front of him, wearing a belly shirt and a very short skirt.
"Did you enjoy yourself?" She asked him.
"That felt better than I expected, and I didn't even have to tell you to swallow." Lieutenant Chro commented.
"So...am I free to go now?"
"Yeah go, don't let me catch you urinating in a public place again." he said sternly. The prostitute rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. After he zipped his pants up, Chro decided to call the police captain expecting a report.
"Captain Brock, have you detained the escapees yet?" He said radioed, after nothing came through the scroll, he tried again.
"Captain, I'm awaiting your status report, come in..!"
[ "Lieutenant... Im afraid I have some bad news..."] Brock said weakly.
"What's wrong? did they escape?" Chro asked worried. the other line was silent for a minute until he heard a dark chuckle
["Nope, infact I plan on paying you a visit before I do."] A familiar voice told him, he glared angrily when he recognized it.
"YOU...!" The lieutenant said menacingly.
["That's right, me...Trayvon Jackson."] said person remarked from the scroll.
"How the hell did you escape?!"
["Lets just say, your handcuffs were weak and so was that team you sent to ambush us."] Trayvon laughed.
"You won't leave here alive, I promise you that.." Chro said darkly.
["Sounds promising... let see if you can live up to that.."]
"Oh don't worry I will, you bastard..!" The lieutenant growled and he heard Trayvon laugh
["Well this has been nice and all but, I'm on a very tight schedule so I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. your captain here need my attention, Neo is being rather harsh with him at the moment."] The wastelander said. Upon hearing that name, Lieutenant Chro tensed up.
"D-Did you say Neo?" He said, fear evident in his tone.
["AUUUUUGGGHHHH! YOU BITCH!"] Chro heard the captain scream. ["I'll see you soon, Lieutenant..."] Trayvon said.
"Wait!-"
-Call has ended-
After the call was over, Chro sat back in his chair, feeling a mix between anger and fear. The lieutenant underestimated this man, and now he was going to pay for the price, so only one thought went through his head from this situation.
"Oh fuck..." He said to himself, as he waited for his soon-to-be-killer.
Back in the main hall...
"So it's down the hall to the right?" Trayvon asked
"Yeah...the lieutenant's office isn't too far away, it's near the exit of the building." Captain Brock told him.
"Good, now see that wasn't so hard now was it?"
"Look I told you where he was...you're going to let me go now right?" He pleaded and Trayvon rubbed his chin.
"Well I did say I wouldn't kill you, but I didn't say anything about letting you go."
"What?! you lying fuck! you promised me!" Brock yelled.
"Correction, I said wouldn't kill you, but I didn't guarantee that they wouldn't." TJ said, as Hector and Neo had sadistic grins on their faces.
"So what are we going to do with him?" Hector asked.
"Well, he did hand over the information we needed, hmmm let me think on this..." The merc said. The three escapees stood there and contemplated what they were going to do with the Captain..
10 minutes later...
Nearing the main entrance of the building, the trio was walking in the direction the captain gave them, hoping that they weren't lied to by him.
"Hey, are you sure that was the wise choice?" Hector asked him.
"Hm? I'm sure it was, wouldn't have done it another way." Trayvon said
"Ok, long as you don't regret it." The blond told him
"Trust me, I won't..." The wastelander stated, he then glances at Neo who had a satisfied look on her face. "You sure enjoyed yourself back there, but was torturing him really necessary though?"
[Adds a fear value, besides you heard how scared he was when you mentioned me. I just added the icing to the cake by doing that.] she typed with a grin.
"Wow, that's kinda dark...I like that, I really do." Trayvon commented, The smaller girl blush slightly at complement. After walking down the narrow hallway, they finally reached the main entrance.
"We're finally here, freedom is just beyond those doors." Hector said happily.
"Yeah, but I can't go just yet." Trayvon said glancing at office door down the other narrow hallway.
"That's his office alright, you need us to come with?" The Irish man asked.
"No this is something I want to do myself."
"Alright, we'll wait outside, good luck mate." Hector said. Trayvon looked at Neo, and she flashed a nod and a smile.
[As much as I don't want to miss this, I have to go outside with him but give Chro a good kick in the ass from me.] The short girl texted.
"I'll be sure to do it." Trayvon said, He then atomized Grognak's axe and walked to the lieutenants office. As Trayvon made his way there, Hector and Neo walked to the exit.
"So...anything you want to do while we pass the time?" Hector asked.
[Got a deck of cards on you?] Neo typed up.
"As a matter of fact, I do. What are we playing?"
[Ever heard of 5 card draw?]
"Ha! I never lose in that game...lets do this!" The blond challenged, The short girl gave him smug grin as he pulled out a deck of cards and started shuffling them.
Finally in the lieutenants office...
A certain police lieutenant was sitting there, expecting the wastelander to come in at any point and just shoot him, but Chro was about to find out that Trayvon had something different planned. In that moment, he could hear the door being smashed by something heavy until he sees the head of the axe smash through it and pulled back out. The one who did it, stuck his head through the hole with a sadistic smile.
"Heres...Trayvon!" he stated darkly, as he opened the door and walked in. Chro chuckled at this and smiled.
"Ahh your finally here, what took you?" he asked
"Yeah I would've been here sooner but I had to step over the bodies of your friends. Anyway I'm here now and ready to make up for that time ." The merc said as he walked up to the desk.
"Friends? those weaklings were no friends of mine, in fact you may have done me a favor tonight by deading off those idiots." The lieutenant stated coldly.
"Huh, wow...You were not what I was expecting. I expected rage or grief, hell even both, but you...you just don't give a damn do you?"
"No, not in the slightest, however I do have to ask...did you kill the captain?" Chro asked him
"It's a little late to care now you had your chance, besides you ought to worry about yourself right now." Trayvon said
"Your right, so about we stop wasting time and lets get to it.." The lieutenant said standing up.
"I couldn't agree more, lets go..." Trayvon said readying his axe. Chro quickly pulled up the gun he had under his desk and attempted to cap him, only to get the gun knocked away by Trayvon's vicious axe swing. With the gun out of the way, the wastelander then swung the axe downward trying cleave the lieutenant in two but instead missed and sliced the desk in half when Chro rolled out of the way. Before he could stand up, Trayvon was already on him and kicked him into a bookshelf.
"Ugh..!" He groaned holding his ribs, the wastelander smiled at this reaction and moved in to finish him. The lieutenant sees a pile a papers on the floor and before Trayvon could decapitate him, he threw them at the him, blinding him for a second. As the wastelander struggled with the thrown pappers, Chro had enough time to whip out two batons and attempted to strike Trayvon, but to his surprise.. the blow hit air, courtesy of the merc dodging the blow by jumping back. With enough room, The lieutenant stood up and gave Trayvon a cold glare while said person gave him a smug grin.
"Getting tired there? or is your old age finally kicking in?" The merc taunted.
"You won't be saying that when your bleeding out..." Chro said darkly
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of all that pathetic." Trayvon shot back.
"Ok just for that...I'm going to make sure your death is ten times more painful."
"Whatever you say, fruitcake." The wastelander snorted.
"ARRRGH!" Yelled the lieutenant roared, He then charged at Trayvon trying to land blows as the wastelander effortlessly blocked and weaved them. Getting tired of being on the defense, Trayvon ducked under one of his swings, picking him up and slamming him to the ground. The police chief wheezed from the impact of the slam, he then looks over to the right and notices his gun that got knocked away during the fight. Trayvon followed his gaze to the pistol on the floor and then looked back at the downed cop.
'Wait...is he about to do what I think he's going to do?' The wastelander pondered. In a split second he regretted not finishing this as Trayvon felt electricity shoot through his body from the stun baton held by Chro. Now that the wastelander was out of commission or so he thought, the police lieutenant dived towards his pistol. However when he tried to pick it up, the wastelander's axe slammed down on his wrist. The lieutenant looks down at his now dismembered right hand, blood gushing all over the place. Due to being in shock, the police lieutenant couldn't feel it at first, but as seconds went by...the pain had began kicking in.
"AAAUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed holding his dismembered wrist. Chro looked up and met the darkened glare of Trayvon.
"You cowardly fuck... You actually bitched out and went for your gun. I can forgive eye gouging, nutshots, even dirt throwing... But this act of cowardice is another thing." The merc stated darkly. Trayvon picked up the gun and emptied it out. After he was done, he tossed the pistol to the other side of the room. Getting angrier from the merc's act of stalling, The police lieutenant gritted his teeth and glared at him.
"Well? what are waiting for? Finish me! Isn't that what you came here to do?! COME ON!" Chro roared. The Wastelander looked at him for a second and sighs, putting his bloody axe against his own shoulder.
"Yes that is the plan, but looking at you now...Killing you now is like putting down a rabid dog, there's no satisfaction in it." Trayvon said in a disappointed tone.
"You... IS THIS JUST A GAME TO YOU?!"
"A game? please.. If that what this really was, I'd be having fun like I did earlier with your colleagues." The wastelander sneered. Trayvon walked a few clicks from him, allowing Chro to pick himself off the floor.
"So what now? you're just going to leave? I'll hunt you down if you do..." The lieutenant threatened.
"Oh no you're still going to die that hasn't changed, but seeing as you only have one hand and all I'm giving you a handicap." The merc said.
"What's that? you plan on cutting your arm off too?"
"Um...no that would hurt like hell.. I'm just not going to use a weapon in this fight, but your more than welcome to use that other baton you've been holding." Trayvon said. To emphasize his point he laid his axe on a wall next to the door he wrecked. He then holds up three fingers as Chro Arced up his baton.
"Three strikes... you have only three chances to land a fatal blow, if you don't do it by then...well you know happens don't you?" The wastelander teased, as he cracked his knuckles. The lieutenant went on the offense and and ran at Trayvon. As Chro winded up for his strike, Trayvon threw a sweeping roundhouse kick that sent him to the ground.
"Strike one." The merc said grinning. The policemen got back up and tried to lounge the nightstick into him but Trayvon side rolled out the way, as the blow connected to the wall.
"That's strike two, blood loss finally got to you huh? last chance..." The wastelander taunted. Chro gritted his teeth and increased the voltage of stun weapon to maximum and charged at him, putting everything in this final attack.
"RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He roared, as his strike was nearing Trayvon head, said person stood there and braced for the blow, not moving an inch. The lieutenants blow finally connected and with how much voltage was coursing in his nightstick, It sent a small shock wave that made the lights flicker in the building. For a moment things went quiet and from the look of things, his blow was successful as Trayvon stood there motionless.
"Heh...hahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! LOOKS LIKE I WIN YOU BASTARD, HOW'S DOES IT FEEL!? TELL ME! OH THAT'S RIGHT YOU CAN'T CAN YOU!?" Chro laughed, unfortunately for him though...
"Actually it feels rather tingly..heheheh." Trayvon said with menacing smile, while he gripped Arcing baton.
"Wha? how is that...oh god.." The lieutenant whimpered.
"Haven't you learned that stun weapons are useless by now? your missing hand should be an indication of that." The wastelander sneered, he then lifts up the nightstick along with Chro's arm and then he clenched his fist.
"And that my friend is strike three..." Trayvon said, before he delivered a devastating punch to the officer's solarplexes, knocking the wind of him as he collapsed to the ground. The lieutenant spat up blood, due to the Blow he just took to the abdomen.
"*cough* *cough* ughh..." Chro groaned holding his stomach.
"Well...I can't say this has been fun, way to get my hopes up only to be let down.. How disappointing" The merc said with a murderous glare. When the Police lieutenant saw this, he was overcome with fear and so as a result, he did the very thing everyone does when they know death is coming.
"Wait! wait...please don't kill me..." Chro begged. Now this surprised the sole survivor, he hadn't expected him to beg for his life especially after he tried to cap him...twice.. Trayvon looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"You're asking me to spare you now? You're joking right?" The merc said
"I'm not joking around, I-If you spare me, I will not chase you or pursue you...hell I'll make sure the police force leaves you alone, I swear." The officer offered.
"Hmmm... Nah not interested, nice try though." Trayvon said with an evil smirk.
"I don't understand...what do you want then?!" The police lieutenant shouted.
"You really don't get it do you? It's not something that could be bought off with money or favors... What's happening to you now, is retribution." The merc said cryptically.
"B-but I can amend, make up for my mistakes...I'll change for the better, please..!" the officer begged. Trayvon sighed and shook his head.
"Hearing you beg is so pathetic lieutenant...especially with how ruthless you are with the general public. Tell me if this situation were reversed would you give me the same mercy?" Trayvon asked sweetly. Seeing the cop not answering, The wastelander tried again.
"Too hard to answer? fine I'll make it easier for you...When have you shown mercy to others? or used your authority in a selfless way? You give me an instance and I'll consider sparing you." When the policeman heard that, he couldn't come up with anything he's done that hasn't been for his own benefit... was this how he was going to die? begging a criminal to spare his life...? No... no this isn't how it ends, no he had too much pride for him to go out like this. Chro flashed him a defiant grin and then laughed.
"You know what? you're right...you are fucking right... I'm not a good cop, but you aren't any better, are you? In case you forgot, you just murdered 18 policemen tonight, just to escape.. so don't stand there like your some kind of hero...you're a killer...just like me." Chro pointed out.
"It's true...I do kill people, but here's how we're different...I don't hide behind the law to do it, like you cowards do...If I want someone dead, I do it myself, without fear of retaliation soooo... no I'm not like you, I kill out of necessity while you kill and hurt others because you enjoy it." Trayvon shot back.
"Damn right I enjoy it, and guess what? I don't give a shit about those bottom feeders especially those Faunus in the slums. They're easy targets because no one cares for them so hurting them is like a sport to most of us, hell might as well consider it as such because they're filthy fucking animals anyway." The lieutenant laughed. That statement caused Trayvon's glare to darken to frightening levels, veins began to appear on his forehead and he was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles lost their color...putting it frankly; pissed wasn't good enough to describe what he felt and it was about to get worse as Chro went on.
"That reminds me, just a few days ago I caught two Faunus after curfew; both of them were female of course. One was a teenager and the other was a child; must've been walking home, but man were they vulnerable.." the officer commented.
"What the hell did you do...?" Trayvon growled
"Pulled them over for breaking curfew, well at least what thats what they thought anyway...but I had other plans. After handcuffing both of them, I had a little fun with the big sister before I turned them in...the way the little sister begged and cried..I can still hear it now... "Please stop hurting my sister mister, please!" haha oh man that was too good, especially when it was-*THWACK!* Chro was cut off when The wastelander delivered a nasty punch that had broken his nose. Using the only hand he had left, he covered his nose and groaned loudly, as blood began trickling down. Trayvon sighed and walked over to his Axe and picked it up, but for some reason he De-atomized it and pulled out his favorite baseball bat.
"Congratulations... you just fucked yourself out of a painless death, shame too because beheading is the quickest way to go...Oh well, Time to make good on my promise..." The wastelander sighed. He raises the bat above his head and swung down, smashing Chro in the head which emitted a sickening crack sound. The lieutenant sat back up with blood oozing down his head and face, seeing that sight made Trayvon smile.
"Look at you...Taking it like a champ!" He taunted, Chro gave him a pained glare and bared his teeth at him.
"Go...fuck...your...mother..." The lieutenant growled weakly.
"Awww.." Trayvon said, as he hit him with a full swing sending the officer to the ground, only this time he didn't get back up.
*Crack!*
*Crack!*
*Crack!*
*Crack!* Those sounds echoed through the building from every skull shattering blow Trayvon gave to the lieutenant's head, all the while cackling like a maniac. Blood (as well as brain) flew around the room from the Dreadhead's vicious assault. What Trayvon didn't seem to grasp while he was pounding away, was that Chro had already died from the second time he whacked him, so at this point he was just overdoing it and he knew it, but didn't seem to show any signs of stopping as he continued to bash him. Finally he decided to give the corpse one more blow before stopping completely. Trayvon looked at the twitching body and smirked.
"Wow lieutenant, I didn't know you were such a squirter... Just look at the mess you made." The wastelander laughed. As he shoulder carried his bat, Trayvon was about to leave until he spotted a manila folder on the floor and walked over to retrieve it. When he went through it, a big smile appeared on his face. "This'll come in handy, lets see if I can find anything else this good." He remarked as he walked out of the room; leaving the lieutenant's damn near headless body to rot.
15 minutes later and outside of the station...
While waiting on Trayvon to do what he needed to do, both Hector and Neo had decided to pass the time with a few card games until he walked out. For awhile it seemed fun but as time passed it got boring and repetitive to the point where they just stopped playing and decided to just sit and wait. Impatient, Hector finally broke the silence with a harsh sigh.
"Ok im going to say it...it's been 20 minutes, what the hell is taking him so long?" He said. Neo shrugged her shoulders, and at that moment they hear the doors open and quickly turned to the source and they see Trayvon walking out.
"Hey guys, I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." Trayvon said as he walked up to them.
"We've been waiting for 30 minutes..what were you doing in there?" Hector asked him
"Me? well I decided to comb the building for some stuff before I left, found plenty of shit to use later." The wastelander said.
"And the Lieutenant...?"
"No longer a Lieutenant, being a corpse is his new occupation.: Trayvon remarked seriously. After noticing how bloody he was, the gunslinger decided not to pry further.
"I'm not going to ask how ya did it, Trust me I DON'T wanna know..but I'm glad you took care of him." Hector said grinning.
"You couldn't kill him yourself?"
"No I easily coudlve, but as for getting away with it...well." the blond said as he slowly looked to the side.
"No need to explain I get it, if I was in your position I wouldn't either." The merc concurred. Hector then glanced at Neo who had a grin on her face.
"Ya know, there's one thing that's been on my mind.." Hector said.
"Oh yeah? what's that?"
"Junior's club is 10 miles from here, how did Neo get here without a car?" The gunslinger said, As both him and Trayvon had their attention on the mute girl.
[I got a ride here, and they're not far either, In fact I'll text them now.] She typed up and showed them.
"Wait... who's "they"?" Trayvon asked, but by then she had began to contact them.
N: Hey junior, It's done..
J: Ok Neo, we're coming around now.
She put her scroll away after he sent her that message and sure enough, the three of them witnessed two black cars pull up, along with the peacemaker following close behind.
"Um...Trayvon, isn't that our..-"
"Yeah Hector, that's our car..." Trayvon said as he blankly stared along with the blonde man. After the cars parked and turned off, junior comes out of the drivers seat of the peacemaker and walks up to the three of them.
"Evening gentlemen, I'm glad to see that you're both out." Junior said with a grin.
"I'm glad we're out too, Neo here told me you sent her to break us out, thank you for doing that." Trayvon thanked.
"No problem man, besides the twin wouldn't forgive me until I did something, so I may have had a little motivation." The club owner laughed.
"More like major motivation, I bet they said something like "Those guys just got locked up and here you are doing nothing about it." or something like that." Trayvon said imitating a females voice.
"Yeah...that basically what they told me...how'd you know?" Junior asked with his mouth agape.
"Lets just say I've had fair share of shame motivation and leave it at that." The merc remarked.
"Haven't we all?" Hector cut in, laughing with the other two. Neo smirked and rolled her eyes as the other three stopped laughing.
"Not to ruin this moment, but if Trayvon dropped the keys...what the hell happened to our scrolls?" the blond man asked.
"Yeah that's right, we couldn't even find them in the station after we got out." Trayvon agreed.
"Oh thank you for reminding me, here you both go." Junior said, giving them their scrolls.
"Those are ours...but how do you have them?" Hector asked.
"Well your car keys weren't the only thing that fell out your pockets. After they arrested you I found your scrolls a few clicks from them." Junior explained, and thats when Trayvon remembered.
"Oh yeah, I didn't get a chance to ask the lieutenant but what's this color naming rule mess anyway?" He asked. At that Junior raised an eyebrow.
"Wait...you mean he didn't tell you?" The club owner asked.
"No, and I don't think he can tell me anymore either.." Trayvon said, junior's face contorted to slight shock.
"Why couldn't he-?" The club owner then realized what he meant by that. "No way...you killed him didn't you?"
"I mean kinda wearing him, if you didn't notice.." The wastelander said, pointing out his bloody clothes.
"So..how'd you do it?" Junior asked completely curious.
"I beat him to death, not the way I wanted to do it but I got the same result...just a bit messier than expected." Trayvon told him.
"Damn...I don't if I should feel happy or terrified but either way, you took care of that headache so the least I can do is tell you what I know about it." The club owner said
"Anything helps at this point.." The merc said.
"Alright, so you know about the war that happened 80 years ago right?" Junior said
"Right, or least what I've heard..." Travyon said.
"Ok, apparently the war had Vale and Vacuo against Mistral and Mantle or I should say Atlas. Anyway, it was over numerous things, but mainly it was over self expression; some wanted to be different and others thought that expressing ones self would bring about destruction from the grimm. Eventually Vale and Vacuo ended up winning the war; gaining independence and thus the color naming rule came into effect. Those that didn't have a color based name are labeled as anti-individuals and being one in this place...well you already know." Junior explained. Trayvon pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to hold back a frustrated sigh.
"Yeah I got it, thanks for telling me because now I have a certain someone to kick in the nuts tomorrow at work." Trayvon said gritting his teeth.
"Haha, who's the lucky guy?" Junior laughed
"My boss...Infact I owe him two but I think i'll just give him a very hard one instead." The wastelander said.
"With those boots, you'd probably ruin him from having any children." Hector snickered
"Oh please, he'll live..just probably fucked up for a while from taking a steel toe at full force." Trayvon laughed. As those four were conversating, one of the other black car's passenger door opened up and someone stepped out; walking toward the group. Upon getting closer, Trayvon made eye contact with the figure and immediatelty he recognized him. The same man in the white peacoat he met the first night he came here.
"Ahh Roman! good timing...These are the guys I told you about." Junior greeted.
'Oh no... why the fuck did I have to run into this asshole? God, I know you hated me...but I didn't think you'd hate me this much...' Trayvon mentally whined.
"Junior...what's he doing here?" The wastelander asked.
"This is Roman Torchwick, he's Neo's partner in a uh..business they run together." Junior told him.
'From what I saw that night, most likely something Illegal; but I won't pry...unless it becomes a problem.' Trayvon noted to himself, He then extended his hand and put the fakest friendly smile on his face he could muster.
"Hello there I'm Trayvon Jackson, nice to meet you." The merc said as his face began hurting from the fake smile. Roman looked at his bloody hand and then back at him
"Yeah...no thanks but it's good to meet you." Roman said with a disgusted look, Trayvon as picked that up immediately and decided to fuck with him.
"Aww you too good shake hands there pretty boy?" He mocked, Roman scoffed at him before giving him an answer.
"No, I just refuse to shake hands with someone so...under dressed." The redhead with the same look of disgust. The other three watched to see how this would play out and Hector after hearing that was about to object until...
"Oh so now you're making comments about my outfit...ok then." Trayvon said unusually calm. He then looks at Roman's White coat and he started nodding his head. "That's a pretty nice pea coat you got there." Trayvon complemented.
"It is isn't it? best coat money could buy." Roman said in a cocky tone that Neo rolled her eyes at, luckily he couldn't see it and Trayvon began chuckling.
"Sounds nice, but I gotta wonder though..."
"Wonder what?" The redhead asked
"Does it come in men sizes?" Trayvon said with a shit eating grin. Everything went silent after that. Some snickering could be heard and then full blown laughter from Hector and Junior, while Neo was trying to stifle her giggling. Roman was oblivious to the joke for a minute until he looked how thin his jacket was on him. It was then that he realized what Trayvon meant by that.
"Oh...very funny...I bet you think you're cute for that one, don't you?" Roman said with slight venom.
"Cute? Bitch I'm adorable.." The wastelander said with a smug grin. which made the other guys laugh even harder along with Neo who was currently shaking; while doing an awful job of trying not to laugh at him. Hearing the humiliating roar of laughter and seeing his partner snickering; a vein popped up on his cheek, which made Trayvon's grin even wider.
"Oh? are you mad now? whachu gonna little man?" He taunted, Roman gritted his teeth along with gripping his cane with two hands.
"Would you like to find out?!" Roman roared
"That would be great!" Trayvon roared back with his shishkebab out. At this point the other Junior and Hector had to jump in and stop the fight before things got crazy.
"Alright guys break it up no need for this to turn violent, come now." Junior said with a nervous smile as he pulled Roman away.
"Get your hands off of me Junior!" Roman yelled, knocking his hands away. He looked ahead and the gunslinger had already dragged Trayvon farther away and was currently trying to calm him down.
"Look mate, the man's a jackass but don't fuck him up right now; you better than that prick, both mentally and physically so whatever he's saying shouldn't even bother you, so calm down." Hector coaxed
"I WAS calm until he wanted to fight, I take that shit seriously especially from this asshole." Trayvon told him.
"Ok so just because he wants to fight, that gives you the green light work yourself up to that point? come on man you can literally eat this guy, strength wise and skill. Knowing that you should be laughing at this guy; not getting all riled up to kill him,ok?" The blond said. Trayvon looked at Roman and then back at his friend and took a deep sigh.
"Alright fine, I get it...I'm not gonna fight him...atleast not right now." The merc said.
"That's fine by me, trust me we'll get our chance later, but just accept the help given to you for right now, until that time comes..then by all mean feel free to go crazy." Hector said.
"I'll be sure to, Alright I can go back now...I've calmed down." Trayvon sighed.
"Good, I'll take your word for it." The gunslinger said sighing in relief. Both mercs walked back to the other three with Roman still fuming.
"Is he cool now Hector?" Junior asked, and the blond shrugged his shoulders.
"That's what he tells me, but I'll trust him on this one." He told the club owner. Junior nodded at that and then checked his watch. When he saw what time it was his eyes widened.
"Well gentlemen, I hate to cut this short but I have to go back and close up for the night, I left the bar to the twins but there's no telling if the place is in one piece." The club owner sighed
"Oooooh...yeah you probably need to head back, but hey man thanks for looking out, I appreciate it." Trayvon thanked.
"No problem, also I know you're going to need these, so here." Junior said tossing Trayvon his car keys. The bartender started walking back to his own car and Roman looked Neo who nodded at him and then at the two in front of him.
"This has been fun and all, but Neo and I have work to do, and we're on a deadline so...lets go Neo." Roman said walking off. As the short girl was about to do the same, Trayvon stopped her before she went any further.
"Hold on a second Neo." He said, and she rose an eyebrow at him. Roman noticed that he was the only one at the car and turned around to see her with Hector and Trayvon still.
"Neo, stop wasting time with those two, your job is already done...Lets go!" He yelled out to her and Trayvon gave him a look.
"Give us a minute, carrot-top!" The wastelander shouted back. Roman scoffed and got into the car, allowing them to talk for a second.
"I just want to say thank you for helping out tonight and If you ever get tired of working for chicken legs over there, give me a call sometime... we have a lot In common." Trayvon said giving her his scroll number. She took the piece of paper and gave a smile with a nod.
"Awesome, well I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" He said sticking his hand out. She took it almost immediately, completing the handshake and walked towards the car Roman was in. When she was at the door, she looked back at Trayvon and Hector and flashed the wastelander a wink before she got into the car. When the two cars drove off, Trayvon was standing there with a stupid grin, but that was broken by his obnoxious friend who had been watching the whole thing.
"Well look at you mate, looks like you got yourself a little girlfriend; you smooth operator you..." Hector teased and Trayvon pinched the bridge of his nose out of embarrassment when he realized that he had forgotten that the gunslinger was still there.
"I forgot you were here...*sigh* it's not like that man, I just thought she was cool customer...that's it" Trayvon said not making eye contact, this made Hector's wry grin even wider.
"Suuuuure...then you'll start seeing each other, and next we'll look up and you'll both have wedding rings on." He joked, Trayvon playfully scoffed at Hector's joke joke and flipped him off, but then he felt a pang in his heart when Hector mentioned the wedding rings. For a split second Trayvon had a look of sorrow and the blond man noticed that.
"Hey man are you ok? You do know I'm joking right?" The gunslinger asked in a concerned tone, Trayvon looked up at him with a surprised expression.
"Huh? oh..dude I don't give a damn about that, now come on lets get out of here before the cops start showing up." The wastelander said waving him off. As Hector started walking to the peacemaker, Trayvon unzipped only the very top of his jacket and then pulled out a necklace he wore, that bore both his and Nora's rings.
"Marriage huh? don't hold your breath on that one." He remarked, putting away the necklace and zipping his jacket back up. Trayvon made his way to the car and caught up with Hector.
"So... this night has been crazy, any place we should go before I call it a night?" He asked the blond.
"Well...most of everything is closed by now, except all of the fast food places." Hector told him.
"Fast food huh? I guess I am pretty damn hungry, doing all that fighting does that to you." Trayvon said, Hector chuckled at his complaint.
"Alright fast food it is, there's a place not too far from here, not the biggest place or well known but with their food... they should be."
"Sounds promising, but where is it?" The wastelander asked.
"Oh that's easy it's just off of-" As Hector was about to finish, they both hear something...
*WOLF! WOLF! WOLF!* They both heard, and looked at one another.
"Is that a dog?" Hector asked, and Trayvon slowly nodded.
"Yeah...it is, the police didn't have dogs did they?" the sole survivor asked.
"They wouldn't leave them here over night like that." Hector told him.
"For some reason...I know that damn barking, but that can't be right..." Trayvon said slightly worried.
"Is something wrong boyo?"
"God I hope not, anyway...we should get going and-" When Trayvon was about to finish, they heard something running towards them but by the time Both him and Hector turned around...Trayvon got tackled to the ground by a furry four legged figure. Hector had pulled out his pistols but then upon looking closer, he wasn't getting attacked...Well he was but the dog was wagging his tail happily as he assaulted The wastelander with lots of kisses.
"AHAHAHA-BLEAH-HAHAH STOP-HAHAHAHA-UGH!-STOOOOOP!" The merc yelled as the licking assault continued. Hector put away his revolvers and laughed at him. When he finally managed to stop the dog from licking him for a second, his eyes widened to size of dinner plates when he got a good look at the panting German shepherd.
"Dogmeat?!" Trayvon yelled in surprise, and the Dog wagged his tail even harder.
*WARF!* Dogmeat barked happily and sat down; allowing Trayvon to get up. Hector now, had a confused look on his face, until he decided to say something.
"Wait...you know this dog?" He asked and The waselander was kneeling over Dogmeat, currently scratching his belly.
"Hell yeah I do!" Trayvon told him, his attention shifted back to a now leg twitching Dogmeat, who was enjoy his belly rub too much.
"Hey boy, how did you find me huh? huh?" TJ asked as he kept rubbing him. As this continued with Hector joining in with the wastelander they both then hear a voice, A VERY familiar voice...
"Well well, I had to see it to believe it.." The voice said, Trayvon knew immediately who that voice belonged to, and turned around met a pair of yellow eyes, that wore a brown business duster with a fedora.
"Valentine...?" Trayvon asked in complete shock and the figure stepped forward revealing his face that currently held smile.
"It's been awhile hasn't it, boss?" Nick asked him, and the wastelander slowly nodded.
"Yeah...it has man, it has..." Trayvon remarked with a grin. Hector stood there, very confused now.. finally getting his train of thought back, he decided to ask.
"Hey Trayvon, do you know this guy?" He asked and The wastelander turned to him with a smile.
"Yes I do...He's an old friend of mine." He answered, After he said they heard another voice.
"Don't forget about me either.." A grufff voice echoed, Now Trayvon knew VERY well who's voice that was, and lo and behold, a certain ghoul came out wearing his tradition pirate-like outfit. At this Trayvon's jaw officially hit the floor.
"What? cat got your tongue there, or I am just that sexy?" He joked which snapped The wastelander out of shock.
"Hancock too...?" TJ said, he then looked at Nick, then at dogmeat and then back at Hancock again...
"Holy...shit.." Trayvon muttered.
To be continued...
Chapter 8 end
Holy balls, that chapter went pretty well didn't it? from the lieutenant getting Lucilled to now meeting up with the other wastelanders, regardless I'm finally done with the damn chapter after three months...three goddamn months. Now I think it's time that I announce the winner of the polls isn't it? here we go...
Yang: 11
Coco: 9
Velvet: 9
Neo: 9
Cinder: 6
Blake: 5
Emerald: 4
Ruby: 3
Other: 2
Weiss: 1
Aaaaand the winner by popular vote...YANG! *audience applauds and cheers* Thank you to those who voted, each one counted and hopefully you all enjoyed doing it as well as this series and if you think that this was an unfair poll please leave me your reviews and I'll try to answer them, by P-M or shoutout, until then see you next chapter... :) also I'll be working on a new story... if you like this series then you'll love this one, be on the look out Dragon's Blade... (Elder ScrollsV x Queens Blade) You won't be disappointed... Have a good day, and remember leave your opinions, constructive critism is always helpful. :)