A/N: Hope you all like this final chapter of One Night at Evergreen Mills. I know I have been gone a while, and this (in my opinion) is not my best work, but I am currently working on several other writing projects, and even starting up my own sub reddit for more original stories. Anyways hope you enjoy.


James and Jericho slowly crept out of the caverns with caution; the night sky was growing brighter with the approaching day. But there still lingered a sense of doom in the air. The feeling of a closing danger, that none wanted to acknowledge. There was one last thing the raiders could throw at the survivors, and James felt the knot in his stomach only growing more and more tight as he approached light of the exit. Pausing just before the door, he took a deep breath as he, Jericho, and the unarmed group following entered the factory floor.

"None here…" James stated, looking around the room. Dazed from the alcohol and lack of sleep, but not completely out of it that he wouldn't know if there were some raiders ready to get the jump on them.

"I can fucken see that!" Jericho barked, loading the shotgun with what little shells he had left.

"Do you know what that means?" James asked, glaring back at his companion.

"That nones fucken here! What else?" Jericho stated, glaring at James who looked to be extremely irritated at this form of answer.

"It means that they are outside! Probably getting ready to unleash hell on us!" James barked, glaring towards Jericho, while the group behind him let out a collection of concerned gasps and whispers.

James hoped beyond hope that he was wrong, that the raiders were neither that desperate nor that stupid to actually try and control the Behemoth. He checked what little ammo he had left for his rifle; as he felt fear grip him hard. The last time he had faced a behemoth was when he was crippled by one, and almost didn't walk again as a result. Were it not for Charon and Pinkerton, he most certainly would be dead or have spent the remaining of his days in a wheelchair. Since that day, he had tried his hardest to avoid fighting one at all costs, so as to never be in that position again. He still remembered how weak he felt, while he was being carried through the DC ruins by Charon, barely alive and putting them both at risk. He never wanted to put anyone in that position again, and was also certain that Jericho would probably leave him for dead if that was the case.

"Okay…so what are we gonna do?" Jericho asked, walking around the room hearing gunshots from outside the complex.

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? I'm just winging it right now." James smirked, feeling the knot in his stomach grow and grow. What was he going to do? He didn't have the time or ammo to take out a behemoth.

"I fucking love the sound of that, kid!" Jericho said, feeling the old raider feeling come back to him as the gunfire outside echoed.

"You're fucking crazy, old man!" James chuckled, as both of them approached the exit.

"What do we do with them?" Jericho asked, as James put a cigarette into his mouth for what could be his final smoke.

"They stay here, when the gunfire stops…well they can either stay or die? Right?" James said grimly, as he waited for the gunfire outside to end.

Taking a deep breath, James left the building and walked out into the dying night gripping his rifle nervously as Jericho followed. He had to admit, that the breeze felt really good on his skin as he exited the building. It was brisk, but the booze in his system gave him the false feeling of warmth as he felt the cold air roam over his body. This feeling of freedom was quickly crushed by the bellowing roar of the super mutant behemoth that the raiders had released in an attempt to stop James and Jericho from escaping alive. Leave it to raiders to get themselves killed in the process of trying to kill just two guys. They were very dangerous in numbers, true, but still drugged out idiots all the same. The smell of blood and gore filled the air, as the giant hulking monster roared out to the sky. James felt fear make his legs heavier than cement, as his eyes focused on the beast, which thankfully had yet to notice the two insignificant waste landers. Not taking any chances, James and Jericho ducked behind a dumpster for cover to avoid the monsters sight.

"Kid…got a plan?" Jericho asked, loading his shotgun, as James watched the monster stomp around the yard.

"Well…I have an idea." James stated, looking towards the old raider as he spoke.

"Yeah, what is it?" Jericho asked, curious as to what crazy idea James had come up with.

"Before I tell you, I want you to know it's really risky…" James stated, only paused by Jericho's quick interruption.

"Is there any other kind of fucken plan?" Jericho interrupted, cutting James off.

"…And I am almost sure it won't work." James finished, pausing as he looked at Jericho's unimpressed expression.

"Better than nothing." Jericho grumbled, as James nodded in agreement.

"I need that shotgun, and you are going to have to distract that thing. From there on, we improvise" James explained, much to Jericho's own displeasure.

"FUCK THAT!" Jericho barked, as James pushed his hand over the old raider's mouth.

"Shut up!" James whispered, as he removed his hand from the raider's mouth.

"It'll hear you!" James stated, taking a deep breath as Jericho glared at him.

"You ever do that to me again, and you'll lose that other fucking arm!" Jericho threatened, as the beast roared loudly, its voice bouncing off the walls of the hills.

Both men sat in silence for a moment, as the Behemoth's echoing footsteps grew louder and louder with its approach. Both James and Jericho could feel their hearts beat faster and faster as the monster got closer and clowser, not knowing how much longer they had before they were noticed.

"Fuck it! Let's do your plan!" Jericho snapped, pushing the shotgun into James chest. James handed Jericho his rifle, as both men nodded to each other.

"Don't go dying on me, Jericho." James said, as Jericho turned around to face James.

"Don't you get me fucking killed!" Jericho barked, rushing out into view for the huge mutant.

As Jericho opened fire on the mutant, he ran like hell across the yard being followed close behind by the roaring behemoth. James quickly rushed in the opposite direction, away from the behemoth. Climbing on top of a derailed train car, James continued his climb to higher ground. Grabbing on a chains that suspended one of the many raider's victim's in the air. Now all he needed to do was wait for the behemoth to get into position.

Jericho couldn't stop swearing as the monster chased him around the yard. There were a couple of times, where he almost was caught by the monster, but somehow managed to evade it at the last second. The creature wasn't about to give up easily, but then again, neither was Jericho.

"Come on kid!" Jericho shouted, as he noticed James was now standing perfectly still on a walkway looking towards the behemoth, with a chain wrapped around his metallic arm. It was at this moment; James leapt from the walkway and swung towards the Behemoth.

Digging the hook into the creatures back, the behemoth let out a loud and aggressive roar as it found itself chained to a nearby walkway. The structure wouldn't stay stable, so James had to act fast. Climbing up the creatures back, as it struggled to free itself from the structure. James dug his fingers into the flesh of the monster, as he climbed his way up towards its skull. James knew he had one shot at this, and wouldn't have much time before the creature realised something was on its back. Behemoths were far from intelligent, but they were not so stupid that they didn't know when something was climbing up their backs. James had just made it to the creature's neck, when its large arm stretched back towards him and tried to swat him like an insect. Narrowly avoiding it, James took out the shotgun and began to load it with one hand. Were it not for Jericho continuously firing the rifle at the creature, it would have been more focused on the thing on its back as opposed the thing in front shooting at it. James climbed up on its hunched neck and fired into the back of its skull, causing the creature to scream in agony. It began to panic as James continued to fire shots into the creatures head, swinging around its body to try and free itself and cause whatever was attacking it to lose its grip. Ramming the guns mouth into a hole, which the last shot made at the base of the behemoths skull, James readied to pull the trigger.

"Smile you ugly son of a bitch!" James shouted, pulling the trigger and creating a hole in the front and back of the behemoths skull. Silencing it once and for all.

The beast fell forward, breaking the chain that attached it to the structure. Its body hitting the ground shook the earth around them, and made a massive thud that even a mini nuke would be jealous of. James slowly climbed off its body, and looked back at its corpse. James's breath was heavy and weak as Jericho ran over and punched him in the face.

"You crazy bastard!" Jericho laughed, offering James a hand to get back to his feet.

"It worked didn't it?" James chuckled, rubbing his face in pain and taking the raiders hand and getting to his feet.

"Ready to go, Kid?" Jericho stated, smiling at James.

"Yeah…let's hit go find my dad, old man." James said, as he heard the slaves exit the building in awe at the dead behemoth.

The sun was rising on the two waste landers, as the orange sky greeted them with a sense of relief. They had survived the night of bloodshed and booze at Evergreen Mills, but now had to move on to the garage that would no doubt hold the next piece of the puzzle to finding James Cole Sr.