"It's one or another, between a rope and a bottle. I can tell you're having trouble breathing 'cause you'll never okay."
It was the pain shooting from the base of her neck to the back of her skull that brought her awake. One dark eye opened, only to see the familiar Vault ceiling above her head. Rolling her head to the side, ignoring the ache shooting through her neck her eyes took in the very fact that she wasn't alone.
Her elbows came up behind her as she pushed herself into a sitting position.
The room was dark except for the dim lighting coming from the nightstand sitting between the two beds.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her bare feet smacked into the cold floor beneath her. Then it actually dawned on her, she was stripped all the way down to her skivvies and so was the only other person in the room with her.
Somehow she managed to capture by the Fiends and they took everything she ever owned off of her. She had to give them credit, being able to figure a plan out like this was impressive for the drug induced crazed men and women who occupied this Vault.
Her hand went to the back of her neck as she rubbed it slowly, hoping like hell it would reduce the ache there.
Getting to her feet she moved as quietly around the room as she possibly could. Both hands coming up, running her fingers over the walls hoping like hell there was a way out. Of course there wasn't, they built these Vaults like fortresses and for good reason.
Cursing under her breathe her hands dropped to her waist. There wasn't much point in trying to figure her way out, much less when she knew who it was that was stuck in the room with her.
Her silent companion unleashed a groan when she heard him shift his weight on the bed he was occupying.
"You're awake," the Courier snorted as she turned around to see the pair of blue eyes meeting her own. "Good, so now you can help me get out of here."
"Just be glad we're both alive and not being used as playthings for these guys." Her hands dropped to her sides as she moved back to the bed she was once occupying.
"Fiends," the title coming from his lips made her snort once again. His eyes shot in her direction at the very unladylike sound coming from her. "They enjoy ruining everyone's plans." Was the only thing that came from her lips when they both heard the sound of boots coming from the hallway outside of their door.
"The question is, why does Motor-Runner want to see us?" Her voice was quiet as she turned her eyes back to him. His hand was rubbing the back of his neck, she knew that pain all too well for she still felt it shooting through the base of her skull.
"It must be important because we're both alive and not locked up in some cage." She had seen them lock their victims in cages or used them for entertainment as they sent their mongrels after their victims. It was almost impressive for their actions reminded her of the Legion.
"Then again, we've been stripped down to nothing but our small-clothes and locked in a room together." Her smile faded when she remembered that he was just about to kill her god only knows how long ago. "Maybe they'll hope we'll kill each other."
His eyes changed color the instant she mentioned this. He was about to kill her, end her life and the hope she was giving the NCR soldiers. But she saved his life, took a dive right at him and slammed him to the ground. She held him down while the Fiends fired at them both. Then without missing a single step she dropped the Fiend in a matter moments.
He did the only thing he knew, he acted upon survival and helped her escape. But the woman sitting on the bed beside him was watching him with her own pair of dark eyes. She had no idea how close she came to death by his hands.
Her lips parted to say something else when the doors to their shared room opened. The light from the hallway flooded their room but she didn't budge from where she sat. He knew her fingers were digging calmly into the bedside. She was nervous and she was hiding it well enough.
His eyes came up, taking in the four figures standing in the doorway. The one with purple hair moved forward and reached for the Courier. The purple haired woman grabbed the Courier by the back of her dark hair and yanked her to her feet with force.
He moved to stop her, maybe catch the purple haired fiend off guard but before he could the other three were on him. He hit the cold floor in moments, smacking his head off the metal floor and a grimace escaped his lips.
The Courier never once yelled, screamed or said a damn thing as she was dragged out of the room by her hair.
The three were off of him; one held him at gunpoint as the other two backed out of the room. He could see the fear in all their eyes, they were afraid of him, just as they should be.
The doors closed behind them, leaving him alone in the room.
She didn't scream, yell nor shout the whole time she was being dragged down the hall way and down the stairs by the woman who now held her arm.
The others finger nails dug so deeply into her flesh she could feel the pain shooting through her arm.
A series of doors opened before her and her entourage, the maintenance area was the last place she wanted to be in but instead she sighed and let herself be dragged through it's darken halls.