Mad Max: Road to Salvation

Episode 6: Motorhead

[SilentXD7: Winter is coming. Get it?]

[Blessingpilot4: Of course.]

[Mad Max Fan: Oh he will.]

[gold crown dragon: Thank you very much.]

[SilentType 1997: You were and yes it is the leather jacket from the end of the game.]

[Guest 1: it will be good.]

[Guest 2: you could say that, but the its not who you're expecting.]

[Guest 3: Yes really.]

[Guest 4: I completely agree on the goggles.]

[awesomerebel55: he does, and he will. The world is going to see just how painful underestimating Max can be.]

Max was on the run from a large group of vehicles that had been sent by the white fang to hunt him down. He had his foot to the floor and the V8 screaming as the interceptor became a blur on the highway. The white fang vehicles were specially built for speed and were staying on Max's trail. The road warrior hit the nitrous while Anya held onto Dinki-di as tight as she could. Blue fire streaked from the interceptor's exhaust pipes as the nitrous coursed through the motor, as if it were adrenaline coursing through the veins of a mighty animal of war.

A bullhead flew over and Max struggled to outrun the air vehicle. The side door opened to reveal several heavily armed white fang prospects. Their machine guns began spitting out hot at the road upon which max desperately drove. It was clear he'd angered the white fang enough since he'd made them look weak in front of the world. He was not even a huntsman, just a normal man. That made it even more humiliating for them for all of remnant to see. He had to be eliminated otherwise their cause morale continue to drop. The leader knew if he personally slayed the road warrior, people would fear him even more. If he took away the symbol that common people had begun to rally behind, they would see him as an unstoppable force. A force to be feared by anyone who opposed him and the white fang.

Adam Taurus mused to himself, he would be the man, no, the faunas, who killed the Road Warrior. He rode on a second bullhead that flew over the war party of followers he'd assembled to slay the fleeing hero. The hairs on the back of Max's neck stood up as he had the feeling that another powerful enemy was nearby. He focused on the road ahead and kept the pedal floored in an effort to escape his pursuers. Anya unbuckled herself and climbed up to the front seat with the bolt action rifle in her hands. She hoisted up the barrel, compensating for the speed and direction, she fired the weapon at the shooters on the bullhead that was chasing them. Anya hit one in the head, lucky him his aura was strong enough to take the bullet to the head. He stumbled over, and hit the other shooters, causing them to fire wildly around the cabin.

The white fang gunners weren't expecting the black car to able to shoot back at that range and they began panicking. Anya smiled as she kept firing until the magazine was empty. Max was proud of his little assistant as she kept putting pressure on the enemy. He gave her a quick thumb's up and they continued their battle. Max could see an old billboard that had collapsed into the perfect ramp, and remembered an extra grenade or two he'd snatched from his raid a few days ago. He told Anya to hold on and she strapped herself in. They hit the ramp and Max pulled the grenade pins as he threw the belt into the bullhead. The interceptor touched down on all four wheels as the bullhead exploded and crashed down on several of the white fang's pursuit vehicles.

Adam grew impatient and annoyed at how hard it was getting to kill this one man. He ordered his forces to continue their pursuit no matter the cost. His underlings fearfully followed their orders as Adam kept on sitting in his chair while his closest underling, Blake Belladonna, sat next to him. Back down on the ground several trucks had caught up with max and he started doing what he does best. He fired his shotgun at the front tire of the truck to his right. The heavy vehicle rolled and smashed onto a buggy that was behind it causing a large explosion. On the left, Anya was proving to be a good shot for one so little. She hit the driver of a buggy that was closing in on them and it crashed into the side of another truck. The heavier vehicle tore apart the small buggy and its driver kept on going. The grunts that had gathered in the bed fired their guns at the fuel tanks, hoping they would ignite and kill the interceptor's crew. All the rounds did was ping off the large tanks like rain on a metal plate.

Another buggy came up beside the interceptor, Max rammed into the side, and killed the driver by using his sawed off. Max spotted a bridge over a large deep gorge ahead, and another buggy was closing in. He asked Anya to load in the new fire dust shells. She put down the rifle and quickly reloaded the gun for max. He fired at the buggy and the pellets exploded on impact, that weakened the bridge as they crossed. The fuel tank on the buggy blew up and the bridge collapsed under its own weight. Max looked in the rearview mirror as the other vehicles halted their pursuit to avoid crashing. Anya put a hand up to Max expectantly. He took the hint and high fived her, causing the little girl to smile.

Adam saw max getting away and refused to let his prey escape into the relative safety of the vast Vacuo desert. He ordered the pilots to catch up with the black car. They complied and the bullhead flew overhead near Max's vehicle. The air vehicle got ahead of them and Adam looked down on the vehicle from his perch on the bullhead. He then jumped down on to the pavement in front of the vehicle and Blake followed him. Their impact cracked the old asphalt, Max saw them land and swerved to the side as Blake began firing gambol shroud at the Road Warrior's head intent on killing him.

He just barely held on to the wheel, focused on keeping the interceptor from spinning out as he dodged the pistol fire. Blake thought quickly and attempted to stop the car from escaping by grappling onto it using gambol shroud. The weapon hit its mark and she held on as the vehicle pulled her along with it. she climbed the cable as she swung around violently behind the car. Max saw her swinging around, growing closer with each passing moment. He pointed his sawed off behind the car and fired, hitting his unwanted passenger, causing Blake to slide backwards to the end of the cable. Max swerved the car from side to side in an effort to shake off the determined cat faunas. Blake then caught a short glimpse of Anya.

Little by little gambol shroud's grip on the car began to loosen, and Blake could feel it in the cable. Max sped up with the nitrous, and continued his desperate drive to safety. The sword end of gambol shroud finally gave way snapping in half, and Blake was sent tumbling back onto the hard pavement as Max disappeared into the distance. Blake felt like several of her bones had cracked from the landing. She picked herself with a great effort, and briefly thought for a moment that she had seen a very young dog faunas girl sitting next to her target in the passenger seat. She couldn't have imagined that, could she? Why was that little girl traveling with him? Was he truly the cold-hearted murderer of faunas she'd been led to believe he was, or perhaps a father simply protecting his child? To her that would explain his desperation and the reason for the killing her fellow white fang members to an extent. The bullhead stopped to pick up Adam, and then flew over to Blake to pick her up as well. Adam could see the distress Blake had in her body language.

"Do not worry my love, he will perish soon enough by our hands, and then no one will doubt our cause." Adam said with a heavy amount of blood lust in his voice. Blake did not answer him and simply watched as the interceptor disappeared over the horizon. The questions continued to plague her mind, was he what she believed he was or not? they flew back to gather the remaining white fang members who'd stopped to avoid crashing into the deep and foreboding gorge. "The next time we meet Road Warrior, you will not be so lucky. I swear I will have his head for what he has done to hurt our cause and make us look weak in front of the world. They will all fear us when he dies! There will be no escaping my wrath for him next time!" Adam said sinisterly as he sat back down in one of the seats on the bullhead. Blake simply thought of the little girl who had sat in the passenger seat beside the mysterious Road Warrior. She was a fellow faunas, a child who seemed so sweet and innocent. Blake racked her brain trying to find a reason to kill the Road Warrior other than simply because she wanted to, she was unsuccessful.

Back with Max and his companions, they were glad to still be alive and Max kept on driving. He had slowed down somewhat and began to feel almost relaxed. The sun had begun to set and Max knew he'd have to find shelter for the night for everyone to rest. He could see a ruined town up ahead and decided to stop in and see if there were any buildings suitable enough for shelter. He drove into an industrial area and spotted a warehouse that would suit his needs for the night. He stopped on the street and hopped out. Max climbed a nearby water tower to get a lay of the land and scout for any dangers that may be roaming about. Raven had been tailing max the whole time and had actually found another crossing near the highway. She stopped outside the empty town to scan the area for any grimm. So far it seemed as though they had moved on, and this town was simply another unclaimed ruin in the desert. Max's vehicle was nowhere to be seen from her vantage point, so she decided to also seek shelter within the confines of the ruins. The whole town had an ominous amount of dust swirling in the air around it.

The warehouse was full of tremendously valuable supplies for Max to use, the crates he found were full of well-preserved food and other survival supplies. He could see that it was all probably abandoned in some sort of emergency evacuation. Max wasted no time and put them to use for himself and his companions. He begun to cook some food at an old stove that had some propane ready for use. Anya found a place an old box of toys and began playing with them to pass the time. Dinki-di diligently patrolled the area for any hostiles that may creep up in the dead of night. Max had set out dinner on an old fold out table and the three of them had their fill.

Each of them slept with in the relative comfort and safety of the interceptor which Max had parked inside after dinner. He thought to himself how perhaps things were getting better for him. Was fate giving him the reward he'd earned for his good deeds and many years of endless pain and suffering? It was almost too good to be true. Like an almost pleasant dream for him, at the back of his mind he knew there was something coming. Misery would always come for him, he had learned that in his travels. It was a fact of life for him and nothing would change that. But he made a vow that as long as he still drew breath, no harm would come to Anya. He had failed so many others, yet he had also done so much good. He would not fail Anya, not as he had failed his own wife and son, not as he had failed Glory and Hope.

The next morning bright and early Max and his companions piled into the car and drove out to explore the ruins. He cautiously drove through the empty streets with his sawed off at the ready. So far, the town was completely empty and devoid of any life at all. That was what Max believed, until he saw something move in between the desolate buildings and through the alleys. Max followed the mysterious figure across town eventually stopping at a makeshift hut on the outskirts. He pulled up to the place and got an eerie feeling about it and for some reason he thought of Griffa. Max did not know why but this was not the exact feeling when Griffa was nearby. This was different, almost like the mystic had come and gone from this place. He didn't know what exactly to think about it but he knew it was strange.

He slowly opened the door and scanned the room with his shotguns ready and goggles covering his face to avoid getting dust in them like during his fight with Raven. Max heard scratching on the far wall and moved closer to investigate the noise with his flashlight shining on it. the road warrior felt a tingle on the back of his neck and swung around just as a scavenger pounced on him. The two of them got into a bar brawl style scrap roll. They kept on punching and slamming each other like crazy. Eventually the fight ended up outside as they rolled through the door. This scared Anya and she hugged Dinki-di as the dog growled and snarled in protective anger. Max slammed the scavenger's head against the ground and he retaliated by kneeing him in the stomach. Now the scavenger was on top punched max in the face knocking off his goggles allowing for a clear view of his face. The attacker froze and Max knocked him off. Max drew his sawed-off shotgun and was about to blow the scavenger's head off until he said something.

"Wait!" The scavenger screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Why should I?!" Max replied gruffly.

"The bloody shaman, he told me to find the man with the eyes of a wolf and his black machine! A road Warrior. You're him, the man the shaman told me told me to find aren't ya?!" the scavenger said matter of factly.

"Shaman, …tell me his name. If you know him, then you live." Max responded directly, getting right to the point.

"Griffa, the bloke's name is Griffa!" The young scavenger shouted. This was enough for Max to lower his shotgun and he let the scavenger stand up. "Thanks mate, sorry I mistook you for one of them bloody fangers at first. It took me almost knocking your block off to see you're another humie. The name's Bruz." The scavenger said as he extended his hand to Max. the road warrior cautiously returned the friendly gesture and shook it. "So you're the one he told me find. It's a pleasure to meet ya Boss. Bloody Rippa it is!" Bruz said casually. He then removed his own goggles and face wrap to reveal himself. He was a young man with a thin face, brown eyes, black buzzcut hair, and dingo ears on top of his head. His mouth had long scars flowing from each side like a self-inflicted joker smile. He also had engine or tool grease smears around his eyes. He seemed to be around approximately 16 years old. Bruz's tough appearance reminded Max of the war boys, one or two in particular. Nux and his ex-partner Slit, from his time on the war rig back home in his own world.

Max got a better Look at Bruz and saw his gear. For his head wear Bruz wore goggles and a face wrap he had pulled down to to speak with Max, as well as a spiked collar around his neck. On his well-built torso he sported a black tank top, leather ammo bandolier, and a sturdy leather pauldron on his right shoulder. He also wore baggy green military cargo pants, metal knee pads, black army combat boots. His fists were also well equipped with studded fingerless bracers, and decently made metal wrist guards.

"So, the shaman sent you to find me. Why?" Max inquired.

"He didn't tell me 'exactly' why boss. I figured he wanted me to pass along a message at first when I met him. But I clued into it that he wanted me to work with ya. He mentioned a hunchback you knew once, said you might need another black-finger. I just so happen to be one boss. Best you'll find in these parts." The dingo faunas told the truth as best as he could. Bruz revealed his old buggy and the thing mysteriously combusted as a certain self-assured atlas specialist revealed herself.

"By order of the atlas military you are to come with me for interrogation. This is non-negotiable. You have 30 seconds to comply Road Warrior." The woman said as she pointed her sword at the two wanderers, Max more so than Bruz. An atlas bullhead flew over and a large airship was also nearby.

"Bruz, grab whatever gear you can find and start the car while I hold her off!" Max ordered to the dingo faunas.

"On it boss!" Bruz said as he ran to the remains of his buggy and began hurredly scavenging for any of his tools and weapons.

"I won't warn you again. Stand down and surrender or face the consequences!" Winter warned Max. The road warrior just entered a fighting stance and signaled for the attacker to bring it on. Winter was not one to back down and swiftly charged at Max.

-END CHAPTER-