~ Well. . .due to few, I'll actually make an attempt to stop with the capitalization of each word(s), even though It'll kill me a little inside, I'll manage and I will most likely begin to start doing 1st and 3rd person the best I can to switch up the feeling/rise of the story without getting everyone confused. Anyway, I know It's short, but I need to give you guys something to read, explanation at the bottom, but without further delay enjoy the story! ~
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'Scent of Blood & Death'
The sound of guns firing, dynamite exploding, and pained screaming mixed with the scent of fresh blood and gun powder dawned on anyone in or coming into Goodsprings.
The townsfolk had a decent foothold keeping most of the escaped convicts at bay, but a few managed to fully charge through and slip through the hail of gunfire. One of the few who broke through their lines had managed to see a person standing alone, a farmhand from which he could tell, in front of one of their, now destroyed, defenses firing away at the other convicts across from him.
The convict was a few inches shorter than the lone shooter, but that didn't stop him as he barreled right into him at his gut causing the farmhand defender to yelp in surprise and drop his gun. As they both landed into the dirt, they scrambled and rolled around try to throw stray punches trying to fight each other off to get the upper hand, but the short convict managed to overpower him and land a few good blows to the others face. The man shot up quickly, flipped the man over onto his back then pulled out his machete and started hacking away at him.
The farmhand was relentlessly chopped away at his back screaming at the top of his lungs, but the sound of other laughing and yelling from the convicts and gunshots all around so happen to mix in with the sounds. The man thought that if he turned over and tried to move away as quick as he could he would be able to get away, but he was sorely wrong and that was what ended him.
The farmhand threw his elbow behind him and it landed right into the convicts ribs, but it was short lived. As he turned over onto his back, with the added pain of open gashes on his back touching the dirt, The convict stood up as he turned over and sent his boot right into his face as soon as the man fully turned over and continued chopping away at his chest with his machete in hand as it was forming and pulling up coats of red without the slightest care in the world of his pain.
Another that had no hair what on his face or head anywhere managed to get by the fire, but some had been able to still hit with a few bullets in his shoulder and leg, but the high adrenaline in him keep pushing until he was behind their lines. He quickly sought out a person to cut down in his wake and went after an old man shooting a revolver at the other convicts still in front of them. The old man barely noticed the kitchen knife, if not for its reflection from the sun on it at the last second.
The old man smiled and quickly made short work of the convict as he took a step backwards dodging the convicts knife, grabbed the back of his bald head then slamming his face into the wooden makeshift defense, causing the convict's face to bleed quickly from his now swollen busted lips and partially broken nose, while falling backwards to the ground dropping his knife in the process. The downed convict grabbed at his face from the pain. "Aaahh! You'll pay for that you stupid old fuc-", the old man shot him right between the eyes before he could even finish his sentence.
"Don't think it's so easy to sneak up and kill off ol' Easy Pete ya hear!" he laughed, but then duck undercover after a bullet whizzed by him.
Trudy was struggling to wrestle her hunting rifle free from the last of the few who broke through, he had the same appearance as his, now dead, friend but this one had the most muscle and bulk on him, of the few who broke through. How anyone could've missed shooting him was just terrible and insane she thought still struggling to take back hold of her gun.
He was smiling with a wicked grin and chuckling while looking down on her bruised face with excitement having to barely even struggle with her small arms trying to pry free her weapon from him.
Keeping a tight grip on the gun with his left hand, he grabbed Trudy's neck with his right and started squeezing down on her throat while pushing her down towards the ground onto her knees.
Trudy instantly let her grip go of the gun and grabbed at her neck trying to pry his grip from her neck, but it only made him put more pressure on her neck. She started panicking struggling to get the vice grip he hand on her neck off but then started gasping desperately for air but the strength in her began to dwindle down and she was being cut off from the air her lungs where desperately burning for while her vision started to become a blur. This strength in her wasn't much since from her earlier ordeal with Joe Cobb she especially didn't have time to actually fully treat herself.
Her eyes were slowly closing, becoming heavier as her surrounding turned into nothing but darkness and seeing that the last thing her eyes would see was bulky man still grinning as he was taking the life from her, but she was suddenly able to breathe in the much-needed air as his grip finally lost hold of her neck. She started coughing and greedily began breathing in air into her lungs. Her sight began to recover quickly, she looked up and saw the man who was strangling her had now lost smile and his eyes became dull then slowly his body began to slump down towards her.
She moved out of the way the of the huge falling convict and noticed the weapon that saved her life twice in one day was deeply embedded into the middle of his back.
The shorter convict to first get behind their defense took note that some of the townsfolk had started to take aim at him, seeing that he was the only one left after paused his relentless hacking on another unlucky person, but quickly saw that his chance of survival was very thin. Moving quickly he spotted his last person he aimed to take down, seeing that he wasn't going to get out of this alive as he let a vicious smile slowly creep up around his face.
He stood on his feet, letting out his battle-raged cry, and charged forward. The few who weren't firing at the convicts across from them now focused their attention behind them and fired on the charging convict. He was being hit by every other bullet, but still keep pressing on despite the bullets hitting him but it was short lived as he didn't even get close though as he was sent flying back hard into the ground as a spear had punched through his chest and out his back.
Karma had sent her spear into the now dead convict which was the second to last one she had used, aside from the first one that had went across to the other into one of the other Powder Gangers. She took hold of her last spear and picked up her hunting shotgun, hoisting it over onto her back gun holster, then bolted past their makeshift defenses towards the Powder Gangers on the other side, seeing that their gunfire and come down to a few potshots, due to their lack ammunition.
Time to pull one from the old book, Run-N-Gun! Karma thought as she ran out from behind cover, running straight across the dirt path road between the groups and onto the other side.
Time had seem to slow down some for Karma as she aimed her spear at the farthest one and threw it as hard as she could causing her arms to scream with pain again seeing how the stimpak didn't full take over yet, but adrenaline took hold and made the pain subdue down some for now.
As she landed, the spear hit, right into the gangs wood-be sniper's lower stomach sending him flying with the spear that stuck up in an angle, killing him instantly. Still moving quickly she slung her shotgun from around her back, then with speed unknown to them, dispatch three more of the of the convicts with ease.
"Already people, let's take the rest of this trash out!" she yelled to the people, some who were shocked by her sudden charge into the fray, behind their holdings. One by one the all began to yell and cheer and moved together towards the now cowering powder gangers, still keeping the fire on the gang of convicts.
Arc's P.O.V
After helping Trudy off the ground, again, I moved over to the convict's body and pulled the axe out from his back. Seeing the colors of light and dark red blood meshing together, pouring out on both sides of his body. As more poured out I took a closer look and saw that the impact directly severed his spinal cord in half. Well that's going to hurt in the morning . . . oh wait, he's dead. . . well serves people like him right.
Giving the axe a few spins I tied it back to the side of the belt holster stood up, looked down back to Trudy and gave her a smile which she returned herself. Now I would've gone and finished cleaning up with the rest of the people of Goodsprings to finish off the rest of what remained of the powder gangers, but that is until I heard grunts of pain mixed with harsh rasped coughing.*Why in the hell can't things just be simple.*
I looked back down to see that the convict I thought was surely dead, due to the damage that had went in deep enough to even sever the middle of his spine, when much to my surprise still the huge bastard was still kickin', although without the actual kicking.
Seeing that the now he was disabled, he wouldn't be able to be going anywhere any time soon, I decided to see if I could get some information from the big guy. I grabbed his left shoulder and flip him on his back, which he let out a groan of pain, but I didn't see the mercy in people who seemed to take pleasure in causing pain and grief in others just for the fun of it.
"Alright big fella', I need some answers, seeing that you aren't going to be getting up anytime soon or anytime at all it seems, where are the rest of you low-life idiots hiding so I can kick the shit out of whoever is leading you scumbags and where could I find a man in a checkered suit around in this hell hole?" I asked, but all I received from him was smirk then a mouthful of blood mixed with saliva and dirt.
Seeing that this was going to get annoying real fast with me getting nowhere, I wiped the gunk from my face, then gave him two hard punches to his face causing more blood to spew out from his nose and mouth. He attempted to grab at me to return his own hits, but I just merely swatted away his arms then gave him few more hits breaking his nose in the process.
"Now next time, I'm not going to hit you, I'm just going to end you for good this time by dragging you and dumping you out into the wastes leaving you with only a butter knife as for a weapon as the radscorpions make dinner out crippled body as your eaten alive. Now. . .let's try this one more damn time, tell me what I want to know. . .NOW!" I said making my point clear, but I also realized what I just said.
Ok, maybe I wouldn't even be able to do that, they'd probably come after me first anyway as well, trying to get two birds with on stone. The image now becoming clear as day in my head as it sent a shiver up my spine.
The convict spoke with of fear of that thought telling me everything he knew, seeing that wouldn't be a pretty site to see, much less be in. Apparently they were all spread out and around the prison they were held up in, which they also have control over as well, how the NCR thought giving a bunch of prisoners dynamite would be a good idea, was just idiotic.
A man in a checkered suit was also spotted heading down to the town of Primm, with a group of people known as "Khans" with him, just a few miles south of here, that's where I would first start looking for him and figure out for why I was put in that situation.
Now that I had what I wanted, I just stood up, pulled out my revolver walking to the rest of the townsfolk to finish off the last remnants of the gang, waved behind me to Trudy who was watching the brief interrogation "He's all yours." After a mere few seconds I heard the kickback of her rifle and the convict trying to plea to her not to shot him, but that didn't help. She pulled the trigger and I merely shrugged and kept on my way determined on my next plan of action, but I still felt like I needed more information.
The after a while last of remaining the Powder Gangers who put up a last stand were killed, but they still managed to injure a few more of the townsfolk, as well killing one off one more, that were forced into a close combat fight against them with their hand weapons when they ran out of bullets.
A few sobs could be heard from a few of the townsfolk who were still alive, but they were mixed tears of joy and pain of beating of the powder gangers and to the ones that didn't survive the entire fight. Karma stood next to Sunny, who was petting her dog Cheyenne, looking over the still bodies of the convicts.
The small skirmish was new to Sunny, she'd never been involved in fights like this. Seeing the shocked look over her face after she looked over the after math, she's never seen nor been in this kind of fight other than with the common gecko running amok or the occasional radscorpion messing around the town's water lines ready to end the problem with a few good shots in the creatures, but was still taken and grateful that she managed to survive the ordeal.
Karma though, she was unaffected by the carnage that took place, after years of wandering the wastes, moving from place to place, fighting against from the savagely ruthless Raiders who pillage, rape, and murder just out of boredom to unforgiving relentless Slavers who hold no qualms in any pain they inflict on the ones they capture or born into slavery. Getting use things like this was unnervingly easy for her, she always remembered it but it's what you had to do now, if you wanted to survive to see the next day of light.
This was only a skirmish between a rowdy wannabe gang of escaped prisoners against town full of good folk, but out other parts of the waste, bigger gangs, formed military, mercenaries, slavers, raiders, mutant creatures all raged against each other in many battles from small to large, but that that's just how the world works instead of how it used to be 200 years ago before the nukes were fired by countries at war between each other because of idiotic politics some things just don't change.
Because out here in the wastes, War. . . War never changes.
~ Sorry, for the long wait yes I promised the next chapters to be a long one, but I got caught up in my between some filming and looking for another job, I haven't uploaded as soon as I wanted to, but I promise you this time chapter 5 is long with Arc's journey beginning out of Goodsprings and into the waste and it'll be uploaded sooner then this one was, also I've noticed I'm getting quite the views, but no Reviews, so I would really some reviews whether they are bad or good it would be good to hear some feedback on the story and not how the Letters In Each Word Are Capitalized xD so please I ask of you kind hearted people, who take the time out to read my story to give meh some reviews, if you do, you'll get cookies and orange juice, no, no milk -_- ~
~Revised: (3/3/15) My writing has improved much better as you can see right? Don't forget to leave a review, Cobra out!~