When Idiots Attack
Summary – What happened when Twig left to get a weapon.
Note – Season 1 Episode 5: after Twig runs away and just as he gets back
Warning - moderate cursing
Disclaimer – I do not own or pretend to own anything from either the Fallout games or from Nuka Break, the web-series (but I'm very happy to be a huge fan!)
Amidst the hot air several punches marred the air, an almost silent, desperate scuffling going on in front of the hot, dusty caves that, although lacking giant mutant robots, certainly contained giant, mutated creatures. Which were currently staying away from the fighting. Since they were smart.
"Hey, I care. I asked about your arm, didn't I?" Ben said, trying to mitigate his earlier confession that he was surprised he hadn't left first.
"No, you didn't actually!" Snapped Scarlett, and damn it it hurts! punctuating the words with a painful uppercut to the goon attacking her. She turned to get another when she heard Ben cry out, something (probably him) dropping heavily to the ground behind her. Shit!
Three on one...then arms caught her from behind, dragging her, throwing her next to Ben, flat on her back like a Mirelurk. Double Shit!
"You ok?" Scar asked, seeing and not liking his pain deadened eyes. The fire's burning by no one's home...
"Peachy." Ben groaned. It hadn't been so long since someone had gotten the jump on him back when he had helped free Scarlett, and since his body just kept aching...all the time now...
"Not so bad ass now, are ya?" Jeered one of Larry's goons. Scar glared at him, and decided to nickname the blonde asshole. Gecko Brain; reasonable to assume that the creatures outmatch him in both smarts and beauty. She turned back to her companion.
"Ben?" Com'on, don't give up now!
The ghoul in question ignored her, focusing his attention on the one moron wearing a bandanna, shooting to a crouching position, and screeched.
It actually worked! Scar wanted to applaud Ben's performance; all three had immediately jumped back out of self preservation, leaving the two of them free to either run for the hills or to try and get the drop on their would be captors. Scar got up, tasting the sand heavy freedom of the Mojave, when the tallest guy, a brunette, frowned.
"That ain't a real ghoul's scream!" He declared, brandishing his knife and taking a few steps closer. "I've heard a real ghoul over at the power plant, and that ain't one. He's fakin'!"
Triple Shit! One of them has two working brain cells.
Ben tried though; really, he did. Louder snarls, a half screech rising in this throat, shaping his hands claw-like. He feinted like a Deathclaw, quick and threatening.
The butt of his own shotgun cracked against his ghoul dropped again, this time not even moaning, lying limp on the rocky ground.
"Ben!" Shrieked Scar, running over to check on him-jackass number two, the one who had clunked him, Cazador Shit her brain supplied, grabbed her, pinning her arms together behind her and gripping her chin with a strong right hand. Ugh! He smells like his last bath was before Eastwood was built.
"Let! Go!" Grunted Scar, twisting, turning, stomping; doing anything to get out of his grip, and away from his stench.
Gecko Brain dragged Ben up from the ground, claiming a long, drawn out moan of pain Ben! with a smile. Roughly, he twisted both arms behind her friend and hooked into them, so he was half holding up/half pinning the ghoul in a vertical position. An easy position to have the better balance, to keep him off balance Scarlett noted pessimistically.
The last idiot, the one with the bandanna, Molerat Fucker, took out his knife and began playing with the necklace around Ben's neck, making a clack-clack-clack sounds as the blade ran over the chain. Ignore it, ignore it ignore it! - if doesn't mean anything, it's not special, it's not important! Scar bit her tongue hard to keep from ordering Molerat Fucker to stop. Remember, the best way to lose something in the Wasteland is to show attachment to it. On the plus side, it also had the effect of waking Ben up a bit more by pissing him off, judging by tired struggles and tension-tight muscles. He was smart enough not to say anything about the necklace either. Bet I know who he's going for first though...
Rocky footsteps came closer, and Larry chortled.
Piece of shit ghoul!
Then freedom came puffing up with a sword, sliced straight through the gun pointed at the two of them, and said a single, welcoming word.
"Hey."
Twig!?