It was no secret he heard the screams of both her and his employer. Not thinking they were anything but pleasure form him and pain from her though. Charon almost barged in when he heard her whimper and the bed creak slightly, thinking the worst was happening but his mind wouldn't let him. His employer had given him an order to leave, so leave he did, straight outside of Underworld and toward a flock of Super Mutants just ahead of him.

They eyed him curiously as he made his way passed their barriers and only when he cocked his shotgun did they begin their attack. Charon however killed all three without trouble and when the last one went down he grumbled at the euphoria he didn't feel. Why was he feeling like this? He couldn't understand it and it was driving him slowly insane.

Nobody had affected him this way and he told himself it was because of the kindness she showed him. Whether it was intentional or just a passing moment, it was something that would linger with him forever.

He couldn't stop picturing her naked body shaking underneath him before it was replaced with it under his employer. He gagged at the thought and stared at the dead Super Mutant to the right of his foot. He grumbled loudly before swinging his leg back and kicked the mutant in the head watching as it detached from its neck and bounce against the wall like a kick ball.

"Some sick game.." He grumbled to himself as he made his way back to Underworld rubbing the back of his neck and getting strange looks from Willow. As he passed her he growled but never stopped.

It was again quiet. He half expected to see Ahzrukhal at the bar, cigarette and blood in his hand but it was eerily quiet as he slowly crept towards the door. He pressed his ear to the door and heard sloshing sounds of something wet being penetrated. Grimacing he picture the worst and backed away putting his hands to his ears as he shook his head. The sound echoes for a long time almost as if it were trying to make him feel guilty, almost, laughing at him, or crying.

His thoughts vanished as he heard faint sobs from beyond the door. The deed must have been done and he stood straight stiffening his back waiting for Ahzrukhal to walk out the door and sigh contently like the bastard he was. He hadn't realized he was still waiting by the time his back began to strain from his stiffened stance. How long has it been? Did the bastard go for seconds?

Reluctantly he put his ear to the door again and heard nothing. His heart was in his throat as he picture his employer on top of a dead girl still going at it. Ahzrukhal told him to leave but he felt a foreign feeling of not wanting, no, needing to listen to him as his hand slowly reached for the door knob. His heart was in his ears as he heard shuffling and quickly shoved the door open.

She got off the bed after her short pity party and began to look around the room for something to dress herself with. She settled on covering her body with the jacket Ahzrukhal had shoved off his body. She didn't like the feel but she's been in worse. Although she felt at ease with Charon coming in and seeing her she didn't want to be killed naked and have some other poor soul find her stark naked dead as Charon's expressions.

She inwardly laughed at her little joke surprised she would even feel like making jokes at this moment. I guess the feeling of being murdered soon made her feel at ease with what happened. She stopped in the middle of the small room and looked up at the ceiling at the one light illuminating the room. Her small arms enveloped around her chest and grasped her shoulders as if to comfort her from the tears she hadn't felt come yet. She stood there shaking, tears falling staring at the light with gritted teeth. How unfair.

She hadn't realized the door open and the eyes that were directly on her as she cried under the light of the room.

The whole thing was surreal. He opened the door expecting to be given death glares from his employer for disrupting him but instead his eyes looked over the bloody, shaking figure under the dim light of the room and what shown through the door. Behind her on the floor was what he assumed to be Ahzrukhal but he was too fucked up to really tell. He mustered a laugh at the dick in his mouth and tongue stuck to his forehead. If photo paper was still being developed he would have ran to buy a camera no matter how expensive to take a picture.

The scum deserved what he got and he couldn't help the feelings coursing through his body. His employer was dead, which meant he was free until someone else claimed him. He took a step inside ignoring the vaultys reaction. She had snapped her head to look at his and practically ran to the corner of the room whispering things under her breath.

He walked over to Ahzrukhal and began searching through his pant pockets. Grumbling as he found nothing. He took a better look at his ex-employer (god did he love the sound of that) and noted he didn't have his jacket on. He scanned the room moving the bed and dead body slightly making the girl in the corner shake uncontrollably. Where the hell was his jacket?

He stood up and began to walk out of the room before stopping and turning around slowly to look at the girl in the corner, dressed in the jacket he was searching for. Why hadn't he noticed it first thing? He was facing her now, milky eyes staring into her shocked blue ones. She wasn't going to like this he thought as he walked over to her, her eyes breaking contact to dart around the room for an escape.

She was frozen with him standing before her and he heard her muster please and don't as he slowly began to unbutton the jacket only stopping when she finished her sentence.

"Please..don't..kill me."

He looked her and cocked an eyebrow before grunting and sliding the jacket off her shivering shoulders.

She watched him as he rummaged through the pockets and pulled out an all too familiar piece of paper and shoving it in his pants. He looked up at her and was met with blue eyes, not so scared anymore. Without thinking he put the jacket over her shoulder's and buttoned one button not bothering to put her sleeves through. Kindness? He was showing her kindness?

He hesitated before stepping back and leaving the room to collect his things.

Kindness? He showed me kindness? Me?

She stopped shaking as confusion fled through her brain. Was he not held by obligation? Was he showing her more kindness than just covering her? She pushed her arms through the jacket and followed where he went.

She saw him gathering things including weapons, ammo, and some caps and begin to straighten and walk out the door.

"Wait!" She yelled and he stopped, looking over at her unreadable expression.

"What?" He said a little forcefully.

"I have so many questions." She looked into his eyes curiosity building.

"Hmph.." Was all he managed as he continued out the door.

"PLEASE!" She pleaded. "Don't leave again."

He could hear the pain in her now trembling voice and something stopped him from walking away from her. He grew agitated as he willed his feet to move forward but ended up turning around and walking towards her, bag of things still thrown over his shoulder.

"What?" he asked again not hiding the clear frustration in his voice.

She looked into his eyes. "Why aren't you killing me?" She said struggling to keep her face stern, bottom lip quivering slightly.

"I have no need to." He said showing no emotion in his face or the words that came from it.

"I killed your employer." It wasn't a question but he knew what she meant.

"Once he took his last grimy breath the contract wasn't his anymore." He said with a cold expression, eyes never breaking hers. He could see the sparkle of hope that was taken away from her by Ahzrukhal come back in her eyes the more he spoke.

"What are you going to do now?" his gaze slowly burned through her eliciting fuzzy feelings that she never thought would come back.

"Find another employer." As if he knew what was happening to her, he shifted his weight on his legs uncomfortable under her gaze.

"How does that happen?"

All these questions were getting to him. He had never spoken so much in the 40 years he had been Ahzrukhal's slave.

"One must ask." He said focusing on anything but her gaze and the tension slowly creeping its way up his neck.

She was quiet for a long time and he assumed she was done so he turned and walked away sighing as the space between them lengthened and he felt he could breathe again. Grabbing the door knob he turned it.

"Can I hire you?" She asked without thinking, instantly regretting it.

Her demeanor had faltered when he began to walk away from her and thinking of the quickest thing to say she sputtered the dumbest thing she could have.

He left go of the doorknob and without turning around he growled loudly and punched the door knocking it right off it's hinges and placing his head on the wall aware of the squeak that left her mouth.

"Not free for an hour an already hired." He sighed heavily and pushed himself off the wall after a few minutes had passed grabbing for his contract before walking over to the now scared girl and thrusting it towards her.

She grabbed it and held it close to her chest smashing her breasts against it as she looked at him and said sorry.

"Sorry for what?" He scoffed not looking at her.

"For taking your freedom." She said quietly.

It shocked him at how concerned and guilty she sounded but he pushed the thought aside and filled his head with hatred for the girl.

"If not you, then someone else." He looked at her now with cold eyes.

After a few awkward minutes had passed she began to look around the room.

"Do you know where my stuff is?" Her voice had regained its sound and felt normal coming from her lips.

Charon walked over to the bar and picked up her clothes and weapon she was carrying when he stole her from her closet.

Without hesitating she undressed in front of the ghoul not paying attention to his stiffening stance and re-dressed in her own comfortable clothing and holstering her weapon to her hip.

She looked the ghoul over and pushed passed him toward Carol's place reading the contract once more before neatly folding it and putting it in her breast pocket.

He kept up with her as she walked grumbling under his breath in annoyance because she was treating his contract with care. Just fucking burn the thing and let me take care of you, he though bitterly.

After packing everything she owned and saying her good-byes to everyone she became close with in Underworld ignoring the wary looks as Charon shadowed her movements, she headed for the doors to the Capitol wasteland.

Before leaving she turned back to Charon.

"Is there anything else you need to do or get here?" She asked hand still grasping the doorknob.

He looked at her with the first smile she'd seen him make "There is something I need to take care of, with your permission of course." He finished off the sentence bitterly.

She eyed him before finding a smile creep on her face despite his tone. "Whatever it is, I'm in."

They both stood in the hall as alarms went off and ghouls ran hear and there grabbing anything they could in a panic. She was shocked the alarms still worked after all this time.

Charon had the most wicked smile and she wasn't very shocked to see this was what he wanted to do. With one more press of the button he emptied the flamer on the door of The Ninth Circle and let it drop to his feet growling with pleasure that made her stomach flip. Ahzrukhal wasn't being burned alive but this was the second best thing he thought as the door burst into flames around the already blazed room.