Hey preceptormyth101 here and good morning! Well it was morning when I finished this. Anyway, I know I haven't uploaded any new stories in awhile and I apologize...eh, sorta. On the other hand, my friends, kingdomds and Nascent Opalscence are having a little competition in creating a new five chapter fanfic. Anyway, the way to show support for me is to go to the Young Justice section and find a fanfic called New World that I will eventually post. All you guys have to do is review, favorite, or alert that specific fanfic. Wow...I feel so awkward asking now...Weird... Alright, I blabbered on enough and time for the show!
Chapter 2: A New Life
After hearing Mordecai's confession, Lilith had been afraid his fighting skills would falter. Quite the opposite to her surprise for Mordecai was always in the front and, usually, when the three of them finally got into effective range to kill, most of their enemies were dead or dying.
Roland and Brick were happy since that meant less work for them, but Lilith couldn't help but feel a tinge of uneasiness. She still teased him and he answered with same simple replies: Whatever, go away, and her personal favorite, no; but, however, there was this gap between them now that reminded her of when they first meant, except this time it was much bigger and much less approachable. So, at first, she left it alone, thinking, like always, time will eventually heal the rift between them. It worked for all the other men, so why change?
Roland and Brick both seem to be still on good terms with the hunter, but it was like Mordecai specifically kept away from her which would be easily explained. However, every time she brought up the subject, Mordecai would glare then just shrug and move on.
Then there was Bloodwing. Whenever Lilith fell asleep, every hour the damn bird would suddenly screech waking up only Lilith for some odd reason and then look oh so innocent, guarding over Mordecai who was always awake now and staring into the vast expanse of darkness. She had tried to complain about the bird, but it was one of the few times Mordecai actually talked to her without using his favorite three phrases. She still remembered his soft words. He didn't yell, but his voice was tight and harsh.
"Bloodwing is the only one I trust." After that the bird seemed to look down on her like she was some sort of whore. It was infuriating at times! She wasn't willing to admit it, but it hurt when he said that. Didn't he trust the three of them? Did all their battles together mean nothing?
She had hoped, with time, he would return back to his regular self. The one who would laugh at Brick's lame attempts of talking to women, the one that would target practice with Roland, the one who always saw Lilith not what was beyond her. But it only got worse. He became more and more enclosed, only muttering to Bloodwing who had missed the attention ever since the four of them had teamed up. It was a different feeling than Lilith felt. It was painful and hot and she hated it.
Even after the Vault opened and of the closing of it, Mordecai was still distant. They had found a place to rest in the wasteland after a day's walking to New Haven. They were all tired and had to sit down and rest except for Mordecai would didn't seem to tire anymore.
After five minutes they were ready to go again, but the sniper stopped them with three simple words: "I am leaving."
It stopped the other three great Vault Hunters in their tracks. All were shocked at his sudden proclamation. Did they just hear him correctly?
"You can't leave!" Brick exclaimed, the first one to get over the shock.
"Why not?" Mordecai asked, his voice hard and cold like steel. Even though his goggles covered his eyes, his gaze was cold, closely resembling dead.
"B-b-because..." Brick hung his head, unable to come up with a reason.
"Because we're a team," Roland said, saving Brick from answering. It didn't make sense to Roland. Why now? Sure, the sniper had shown some signs of discontentment, but Roland thought it was just Mordecai's way of complaining about not getting enough loot at the end of the day.
Mordecai's gaze shifted to the black soldier. Roland could feel a shudder go down his body. It was the first time the sniper seemed so...lifeless like he had lost all purpose in life. "We were a team. We promised to the Vault. Now that's over, I see no other reason why I should stay."
Brick scowled. "We're family!" He said it as if that it was an irrefutable reason that there was no way for Mordecai to argue. It reminded the sniper of Lilith when she talked about her fashion.
Mordecai snorted derisively then was solemn. "Family...once maybe, but now..." Mordecai left the thought hanging like a hung corpse. Undeniable and finished.
Brick wasn't convinced. Most people wouldn't have suspected it, but he could become easily attached and he wasn't going to let Mordecai so easily. He was like a smaller but older brother to the giant. "We're family back then and still are."
Mordecai shook his head ruefully. "Don't make it harder, Brick. It was going to happen anyway."
Brick wouldn't cry. He wouldn't cry, damn it! But no matter what he told himself, Brick could feel the tears swell into his eyes. Damn it! Why now?
Unfortunately, Lilith was first to notice. "Are you crying, big boy?" she asked leaning over to confirm her suspicions.
"No," Brick sniffed out, "I got something in my eye." He rubbed it to prove his point, but the Siren wasn't that easily fooled.
"Yeah, tears." They all laughed except Mordecai who was quiet, quieter than usual at least.
Mordecai had dreaded this day ever since he had first started out with them, but after his episode with Lilith he found their goodbyes almost...annoying. Couldn't they tell he wanted to be alone?
It took a minute for Brick to cheer up, but when he did he grabbed Mordecai in a bear hug squeezing with all his strength. Mordecai was sure Brick was trying to break the sniper's back so that he wouldn't be able to leave. After a minute, the giant let go, unable to break the skinny man's back and stop his departure.
Mordecai clasped arms with Roland who grinned. "Knock them dead, Mordecai."
Mordecai for some odd reason couldn't match Roland's grin. Instead, he wore a smirk. "I will. If you need help finding your wife just call." Roland nodded. It had a been a secret between the two men, but now Mordecai was leaving it would be better if Brick and Lilith knew so that they too could help Roland find his missing family.
Mordecai was the first to let go and turned, finding himself face-to-face with the one person he felt indifference to. He didn't understand it, but maybe after hearing Lilith decline, he had figured that she wasn't worth mooning over all his life. No...maybe it was his way of coping with the lost. Denial...hmph, first time for everything.
"That's it? All we've been through and you're going to leave the loot behind?" Lilith asked still shocked by Mordecai's sudden decision to leave. She had thought...well she had taken it granted that the four of them would always stick together, being so used to the their little team. He couldn't be leaving just because she had rejected him. No...Mordy was much tougher than that, but when she looked at him he seemed different than before. It was like the first time she had met him on the bus, cold and hard and distrustful. It made her feel different about him...warm, if there was any word to describe it. Warm feelings against his cool demeanor.
Mordecai shrugged. "Guess that's my farewell present." For some odd reason, Mordecai just didn't care about the loot right now. He just wanted to get away from the talking and rambling.
Lilith suddenly pulled her pistol out and aimed it at Mordecai's head who was completely unshaken by her audacious stunt. "It's not that simple to leave, Mordy."
Brick was going to intervene, but Roland held him back.
Lilith stared at Mordecai, but he didn't stare back, she could tell even if he had the goggles on. He reminded her of a statue. Cold, uncaring, and strong. Still, for some odd reason it made her excited looking at him which she showed by licking her lips. She didn't know what he was going to do next or even herself. It all depended on Mordecai now.
Mordecai stood there for five seconds and, with surprising speed, grabbed the gun. Placing against his forehead, Mordecai for once stared at her. "'A little squeeze,' that all it takes Lilith."
Lilith licked her lips, her body rigid with apprehension. Brick and Roland were both quiet as Mordecai waited for Lilith to choose.
After staring into his eyes, Lilith dropped her arm and lowered her eyes. Staring into his goggles was different than before. Now there was a sort of harden spirit radiating from Mordecai and truthfully, it scared her. Wait the Lilith scared? The Lilith! Never! Just a little startled that's all.
However, Mordecai was emotionless. Without another word, he walked past Lilith. Bloodwing watched her with a keen eye. It was like the bird was waiting for the Siren to make any threatening step so that the exotic animal could rip her to shreds.
Lilith heard something behind her drop. Turning around, she saw her pistol magazine on the ground and checked her weapon. He had taken it out. So, he didn't trust her. He didn't trust her at all.
-Smooth Transition-
After their parting, Mordecai had gone through town to town, picking up mercenary work or just simple poaching for exotic animals. He had lost count of the days, but the last time he saw a calendar it had been a couple of Earth years since he had left the group.
He had been making his way through every run-down, backwater tavern he could find. Work wasn't honest there, but it also wasn't cheap. That being said, Mordecai really didn't care for the money anymore. He had so much, and, well, he now owned businesses that covered any of his expenses and then some. Illegal poaching but still businesses. Not that he really cared, but the money had to go somewhere. He had guns, Bloodwing, and his freedom...what could he possibly want now?
So now with such grand successes, he waited for jobs at the same rowdy, dark bar every day, finally settling down. Just sitting. Adventuring and searching for loot just lost all its glamour after the split of the group, so he spent his days sitting at the same stool, his glass filled with the same hot tea, and the same bartender making the same conversation every time at the same hour. He used to drink alcohol all the time when he had been with the group, but tea helped calm him and alcohol brought up memories of the past. Also, believe it or not, Bloodwing hopped on the counter drinking gin or scotch, keeping Mordecai company who just absently scratched the bird under his chin and fed it a couple of pieces of meat every once in a while.
If he wanted to he could just live a life of luxury for the rest of his life, but for some unknown reason he felt compelled to keep doing such dangerous jobs and to keep coming back to the same barstool at the same godforsaken bar at the same bullshitty town. He didn't know why. Maybe he was waiting for something. Maybe he was waiting for someone.
"Hello there, sugar," a voice Mordecai winced when he heard her.
"Mad Moxxi," the sniper replied, turning around seeing the arena owner who surprisingly was without her white makeup today. Her skin was a lot paler than he thought it would be and her purple lips were much fuller without the makeup on, not as full as her breasts though. Those chunks of meat hung out, waiting to pop out from their holding.
Moxxi shrugged, her hands at her hips and her breasts bouncing slightly with the red heart on her left boob. "Moxxi, sugar," she corrected, smiling.
Mordecai frowned, annoyed by her insistence on calling him 'sugar'. No matter how much that annoyed him though, Moxxi paid well for her jobs, however many of the jobs were meaningless tasks such as finding her third husband like fifteen different times, he kept running away for good reasons to, to giving her a ride in his car, so he allowed it. Some were more personal matters and those were the ones he enjoyed least, especially since it reminded him of uncomfortable memories of a certain witch.
"What is it this time, Moxxi?" Mordecai asked. "If it's about Marcus again then forget it. Last time I had to search a junkyard...in a swamp."
Moxxi smiled at the thought of the skinny man trying to navigate his way through the swamp. "Now is that anyway to talk to your wife?"
Mordecai stared at her, in absolute silence and waited for her to elaborate which she gladly did with a seductive bounce of her breasts. "Well~ since you and Lilith don't seem to be together like two freshly spiked corpses and also you've been fucking me for the last two years, I thought it was time for me to find a new husband. Besides, I think you owe me for killing my second hubby anyway."
Mordecai said the his answer before even it came to his mind, "No."
Giggling behind her hand, Moxxi couldn't help, but be amused at Mordecai's futile struggle to get away from her. Didn't he get it? What Moxxi wants, Moxxi gets. "Anyway that's not why I'm here today." The Underdome host sat down next to him, shooing away Bloodwing who, if anything, looked affronted at his spot being taken. "I got a job for you...I know I put it somewhere...Where could've it gone?" Moxxi asked suggestively, her leaning over to Mordecai to give him a perfect view of her exposed cleavage.
Expressionless as ever, Mordecai sighed and thrust his hands between her breasts. Her breasts were warm and squishy, reminding him of the one time he had actually touched Lilith's chest. Grimacing in his head, Mordecai, trying to relieve his frustration of the memory, moved his hand and roughly pinched Moxxi's pink nipple.
"Oh! I thought you weren't in the mood for a little squeeze," Moxxi commented, shaking her body slightly as Mordecai kept hold of her nipple which sent shivers down her body of his coarse hand. She loved when he played with her tits, especially when they were having some hot sex. Even though he was cool in public, under the covers he was a demon, filled with fire and strength that left her begging for more. She especially loved it when his Big Magnum shot into her.
Surprisingly, unlike most men who would've loved to have a 'little squeeze', Mordecai growled animal-like, angered by something she had said. Letting go of Moxxi's nipple, Mordecai, grimacing, rummaged roughly and found the map that had been hidden between her breasts. With a strong tug, he yanked the map out causing Moxxi's impressive bounce and jiggle. He hadn't been gentle nor had he restrained himself from hurting her a bit, but she loved it anyway. There was an animal in him that captivated her and forced her eyes to always return back to him, unable to turn herself away.
"Granite Town? You want me to get to Granite Town?" Mordecai asked already unfurled the map and studying it. "What's so important about this one?"
Moxxi shrugged, unscathed by his lack of worry about her breasts' wellbeing. "A woman needs an audience if she's going to be in my line of business. That even means protecting them from some regular baddies." Although she said it as sincerely as she could and looked so innocent with her big eyes, Mordecai crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He hadn't survive this long in this god-forsaken hellhole by believing that any job was suppose to be easy, especially when Moxxi called regular bandits 'baddies'. "And I may have forgot to mention that the baddies number close to a hundred." Moxxi cutely poked her fingers together sheepishly, waiting for Mordecai's answer. "I would be oh so grateful if you need this teeny job for me. Grateful enough for a whole week off with you and me and a nice gory arena as a scenery," Moxxi added, leaning forward and inhaling deeply which expanded her breasts so much that looked as if her bra was about to pop out due to so much pressure.
"Whatever," Mordecai replied cooly. He didn't care where he went or what impossible job he had to do, for all he just wanted to do was get his fucking mind off that fucking woman. Oddly, Mordecai gently lifted his arm. "Bloodwing, we're leaving." Bloodwing squawked and hopped onto Mordecai's shoulder, proudly puffing out its chest in pride as if being on a sniper's shoulder was the best damn place to be. "Damn, you're getting fat. I need to lay you off the Skag meet."
Out of its moment of pride, Bloodwing squawked indignantly.
As Mordecai walked out of the bar, Moxxi, already ordering something to drink, remembered one thing she forgot to tell Mordecai. She had already hired another pair of mercenaries to help him. Hope he doesn't kill them.
-Smooth Transition-
Laying on all fours, Mordecai exhaled, slightly shifting his sniper rifle as a bandit came into view. 1500 meters. An impossible shot. Too easy.
With another breath, Mordecai lightly tugged the trigger back. The stock rammed against his shoulder in recoil and, for a second, the sight went wild from the sudden jostle of the gun. The whistle of the bullet pierced the air while the small amount of smoke slowly drifted into the cloudless sky.
For a split second nothing happened like time had stopped for just a moment. Then the bandit's head exploded in a shower and mist of crimson and of chunks of flesh.
"Boom," Mordecai muttered and then slightly chuckled. This was almost too easy. 23 stupid, overconfident, gun-destroying, psychotic bandits strutted into the village like they owned the place. 23 of them decorated the floor with their brains. Although chuckling at first, Mordecai was disgusted with such an easy job that made him only think about the old times, but did not let that deer him as he shot the next bandit whom had been shocked by the death of his partner in the mouth.
"Nice shot," a voice said from behind the hunter. He could feel the tip of a gun against his head. "But aren't you being a little overconfident?"
Mordecai turned his head to glare at the sleek blue-haired Siren who had been introduced beforehand by Professor I. T. who the mercenaries had been assigned to guard. Moxxi's early explanation of protecting her audience was the backhand reason he was here. Why she lied, Mordecai didn't know and didn't really care. At least watching bandits die was at least slightly distracting even though the memories still came flooding back. "I could say the same."
The Siren heard the squawk right behind her head and had the sense not to turn to glance at the dangerous death-on-wings. Sighing, she lowered the gun. "Geez, and I thought Zer0 had issues."
"Zer0?" Mordecai asked turning back to his sniper, unafraid of the woman for he knew Bloodwing would kill her faster than any of them could react. Besides just seeing another Siren was making his stomach churn and his mind kept replaying old scenes of his past, of her. Damn, everything seem to make him think about her.
The blue-haired Siren shrugged, nonchalantly even though Bloodwing's claws were only inches away from her slim neck. "My partner. He's a big fan of your work." The woman didn't even need to clarify as Mordecai shot another bandit in the heart this time. "Doesn't like to talk much either, but that's why I like him."
Mordecai paused for a moment, trying to remember where he had heard the name. "Zer0...that means you're Maya, the damn blue-haired Siren."
Maya grinned, her hands against her hips. "And Moxxi said you had no sense of humor." Maya, crossing her legs, sat down next to the sniper who adjusted his scope, apparently uncomfortable with having her so close to him. Trust issues apparently. "Funny coming from you calling me a damn Siren, considering you and my sister, Lilith, were fucking each other."
With a yelp, Maya fell back, barely dodging the blade that would've decapitated her if she had been a half of a second slower.
"We were not 'fucking'," Mordecai said quietly and calmly still staring in the sight and sheathing his blade, unconcerned about whether or not he had actually hit the Siren. "She was just toying with me, and I was a fool for ever trusting her."
"That's not what she said," Maya grumbled, getting back to her sitting position.
"What?" the poacher asked harshly but softly, the steel of his voice matching the steel of the blade that almost killed the poor girl.
Showing no signs of fear, Maya shrugged. "Nothing." Getting up, she walked toward the exit of the room before calling out to Mordecai, "By the way, you were fucking each other, Saint Mordecai."
Before Mordecai could react angrily, Maya was already gone, her laughter echoing through the hall.
"Damn you," Mordecai cussed, not even turning as he shot another bandit. If he ran now he would probably find her on the other side of the town, protecting it from the other fifty bandits. Nah, it wasn't worth it.
After a second to think back, Mordecai remembered 'Saint'. He was no Saint. He was a poacher, hunter, killer, and, most of all, free. He had his gun, Bloodwing, and his freedom. Life is good. Or so he kept telling himself.
And some easy shots on bandits, Mordecai reminded himself taking down another. You'd think after twenty-five bandits, three psychos, and two fucking midgets got their heads blown off the, the rest of the goddamn idiots would actually think for once. No luck...
With a sigh, Mordecai saw the last of the bandits whom were smart enough to actually take cover as they moved through the buildings. Seeing a more challenging prey, Mordecai could not help but smile. Only four? Too easy.
Yet, one had the gall to stop and take out a prono magazine in the middle of the battle. His lustful eyes ate up every single image like it would be his last.
"See no evil," Mordecai muttered as he pulled the trigger back. Feeling the stock push against his well-worn shoulder, Mordecai shifted his sight to the next bandit. He didn't need to see his prey grasping his bleeding eye and falling to the ground, screaming in pain and delirium while the blood slowly dripped from his missing eye socket. Drip, drip, the blood would splatter against the ground, and he would die.
The next bandit smiled, enjoying the dying screams of his comrade. He must've loved it, for, even though he was ten feet away, he did not help the dying bandit.
"Hear no evil." Again the stock pushed against his shoulder and Mordecai didn't even bother watching the man die. With the bandit's head turned, the bullet would penetrate his ear, destroying his hearing as well as burning the insides of his ear. It would pierce and churn the insides of his brain and would then come out the other end of the ear, slathered with brain juices and blood. The man's eyes would open wide before his dead corpse fell to the ground, the flies already surrounding it.
Seeing his comrades' fate, one of the two surviving bandits cussed in anger and surprise, yelling all sorts of profanities that echoed throughout the quiet town.
"Speak no evil." Barely feeling the stock hit him, Mordecai readjusted his sight, hearing the man's screams and their sudden cutoff. The poacher could hear the bullet whistle through the air and stab through the man's vocal cords and jugular. He could hear the blood spray across the ground and each individual crimson droplets fell with a slight 'plob'. He could hear the bandit gasping for breath, wheezing and huffing as he tried to regain some of his voice. Mordecai heard the bandit's last breath as he fainted and would eventually die due to his blood loss.
Fortunately, the last of the four bandits had the same lack of brains at the others. This one found a busty young girl who must've thought the battle was over and had come out to loot the bodies. With a lustful cry, he ripped her clothes as she screamed wildly. Apparently he wanted to fuck once more before dying.
"Fuck no evil," Mordecai added to the creed as he jerked the trigger angrier than before. This time he watched as the bullet fly across the air, and, as the bandit was about to enter the poor girl's pussy with his dirty erect penis, the bullet with incredible accuracy, sliced it to its base. Stunned for a moment, the bandit screamed out in horror as the realization dawned upon him. He had no dick. Stumbling backwards, the bandit stared in repulsion at his pelvis. He was so revolted that he didn't even notice the girl coming up and shooting him in the stomach with a discarded gun.
Chuckling at his last four kills, Mordecai cracked his neck as he got up. Time to see Professor I.T. for his reward.
-Smooth Transition-
"So you got rid of all the unwanted vermin to the north side?" I.T. asked as both of them sat down at a dirty table. He was an odd looking man. Bald and white, he had a mouse-like face and a mustache that looked more like whiskers than a piece of hair. His whole stature was small and the fact that he was slightly hunched over didn't help.
"If you mean the bandits, they're dead." Mordecai looked around in the professor's 'secret' lab. There were thousands of drawings of various animals that decorated the man's walls all of which were written on with various notes and details. An odd habit for someone who lived on Pandora, the godforsaken rock of the universe.
"Good, good," I.T. muttered not really paying attention, his eyes on Bloodwing who ruffled its feathers on Mordecai's shoulder. "Now for your payment...um, but first...I would like to discuss a deal for your pet."
Mordecai growled, and if I.T. had any sense he would've left right then. Shame most professors didn't. "Bloodwing isn't for sale."
The professor rolled his eyes arrogantly. "Everything is for sale. Now how much do you want? 1000, or 10,000, it doesn't matter name your price."
"Bloodwing isn't for sale," Mordecai repeated slowly, trying to let the quack doctor understand that he was treading dangerous ground.
"But-"
Suddenly, Mordecai stood up, knocking the chair over which landed with a loud 'thump'. "I've had enough. Bloodwing isn't for sale!" With a growl, Mordecai walked toward the exit.
"This would've been so much more pleasant if all you vermin weren't so stubborn."
Mordecai turned around, hearing a click of a weapon being cocked. Professor I.T. had some sort of gun that was shaped as a square but had an eerily, glowing red light.
The mouse-like man grimaced. "I do hate barbarians." With a sudden pull, I.T. shot the gun. A red laser went straight for Mordecai and, right before it hit him, Bloodwing jumped from his shoulder and shielded Mordecai with his body.
Falling to the ground, Bloowing shivered and convulsed as the red energy went through his body.
Both of the men stared at the bird, shocked. Mordecai was the first to react and violently.
"Bastard...BASTARD!" Mordecai roared his anger. "DAMN YOU!" Pulling out his revolver in a split second, Mordecai gunned the man down. He shot and shot Professor I.T.'s in the chest, his bullets ripping holes in the man. Each shot was punctured with another 'BASTARD' and mist of blood. Even when his clip was empty, Mordecai kept pulling the trigger, his shoulders shaking. Professor I.T.'s chest looked like some sort of monster had ripped and tore its way into his ribcage and had left the rest of the dying man for the scavengers to feast on.
Not Bloodwing. It should of have been him. Bloodwing shouldn't have died!
With a tenderness that was thought to be non-existent in the poacher, Mordecai gently picked up Bloodwing's body, feeling the heat that would soon dissipate. He could feel the bird's convulsions and weakness. He never thought Bloodwing would die. They would've gone on grand adventures and lived together. This wasn't how it was suppose to end. This wasn't what he wanted.
"Bloodwing..." For the first time, Mordecai cried. It wasn't of rage nor or laughter but of the grief of losing his perhaps one and only true friend.
-Smooth Transition-
Maya and Zer0 both sat in the car as the silent assassin drove.
"I'm sorry already, Zer0! I didn't have the time to get Mordecai's autograph when he was trying to kill me!" Maya yelled over the engine. If Zer0 heard her, he still must've been mad at her. Maya slump back in her seat, frustrated with her partner's silence. After a minute, she saw a familiar figure. "Hey! Pull over there!"
With an expert turn and break, Zer0 steered the car in front of the figure and her own buggy.
Maya leaned out from the car and greeted the woman, "Hey Lilith!"
Lilith smiled, always happy to see her fellow Siren and sister. "See you still haven't lost your touch Maya."
Maya shrugged. She wasn't going to lose her 'touch' anytime soon. "You here for the job from the Mad Hattress?"
"Yeah. Since Roland and Brick split I've been trying to find some more work."
"I'm sure you could go to any corner. I'm kidding!" Maya held up her hands in surrender as Lilith brought out her pistol. "Anyway, we've already done the job."
"Fuck! I didn't even get to kill one," Lilith complain, pouting at her loss.
The blue-haired Siren laughed. "Yeah. Oh, I also saw your lover back there." Maya motioned with her head back to the town from which she and Zer0 had came from.
"'Lover'?" Lilith didn't have a clue what Maya was talking about. When had she ever had a lover before?
"You know...goggles and skinny ass." Maya used her hands to make crude goggles that she put around her eyes.
"Oh, you mean Mordy!" Lilith said, surprised. She hadn't heard from him in years. It would be good to see...well, that was if he recovered by now.
"Yeah, he should still be in town collecting his half of the pay." Maya would've talked all night, but Zer0 tapped her on the shoulder. "Yeah, anyway, my mom over here says we have to get back before nightfall. We don't want any assassins to come and rape me in the ass again now do we?"
If Lilith could see Zer0's face, she would've sworn he was blushing so hard that she could've put him on the top of a sundae. "Alright I'll see you?"
"Probably. Hopefully, I'll have a group by then...Geez, I hope they aren't some crazy veteran or gun-blazing dwarf. That'd would really be annoying." Saying the last two sentences to herself, Maya waved goodbye as Zer0 started the car, and the two of them zoomed away, kicking up dust.
Getting into her own car, Lilith licked her lips, unable to get the cold stare of him out of her mind. "I'm coming, Mordy."
-Smooth Transition-
Mordecai sat by the campfire, unsure of what to do next. Bloodwing was in his lap, shivering and convulsing. The bird should've died already, but he didn't. He refused to, such a strong bird.
Mordecai held his breath, hoping with all his heart that Bloodwing would survive this. He had even prayed to every single god of guns there was. That must've had a cruel sense of humor for as he finished the last of his prayers, Bloodwing went still.
Knowing that Bloodwing was dead and had been prepared for hours, Mordecai tenderly laid the body down. Turning his back, Mordecai grabbed his shovel and as he turned around he dropped it and his jaw.
Laying where Bloodwing should've laid was a woman. Granted she wasn't any type of woman he had seen but a woman nonetheless. She had firm, high and large tits with nipples that were a hue of dark brown. Her skin was a light tan while her hair was a silvery grey which went ended to her butt that reminded him of the color of Bloodwing's head. She had long, sleek legs and a hairless crotch that only complemented her very, wide hips and firm ass. Her waist was so skinny that she looked more like an hourglass than a real woman, something like her. Her stomach was lightly muscled and had no trace of hair as well as fat. However, her back was so much different. Along her backside was thousands of feathers and some of those feathers barely curled around her lean stomach. They were the same white and black colors of Bloodwing's, yet, there was Bloodwing's bat-like wings on her back that was folded close to her body. Her long, supple arms were tipped with razor like claws. Her face was smooth and was perfectly symmetrical with her small nose, full, kissable dark grey lips, and large, and somehow, voracious eyes that only made it seem as if she was some sort of nymph from the legends. She was the most beautiful thing Mordecai had ever...maybe the second most beautiful seen.
Or maybe she was the most beautiful for when her eyes opened two rubies replaced her pupils. Shining, strong, and precious-her eyes only enhanced her splendor. She was truly an exotic beauty.
Seeing such an amazing transformation that would've filled the minds of all the geniuses with thousands of questions, Mordecai blurted out, "You're a girl?"
Sitting up, He-She, Bloodwing, looked down at herself with confused eyes, staring at her body. "What the *squawk*"
The End
Anyway, thanks for reading the chapter and I hoped you like it. I probably will put this fanfic on the sidelines to work on New World so look forward to that. Anyway, I thank you for listening to my blabber and I would appreciate if you continue to show such wonderful support. Anyway, preceptormyth101 signing out! R&R!