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"Don't Blink"

Karma P.O.V.

After Karma had eaten her fill of food, Trudy had taken here up to Sunny's home for a long and much need hot bath, which Sunny was kind enough let her use hers. As she stepped into the tub of steaming water and letting it accumulate with her dried, blood-covered skin she took a moment to think about the recent events that have occurred as she her whole body sat fully in the tub as she let her head lull back against the back of the tub and her arms hang over the sides and closed her eyes. She savored the sweet tingling sensation of the water soaking into the pores of her skin, relaxing her sore screaming muscles and aching bones.

First she was put into a situation at the bar with Cob managing to catch her on the jaw thanks to the wooden floor being slipper due to freshly spilled blood on the wooden floor. Next she was then squashed of her pride after being manhandled by that, man and Ringo slipped from her grasp for a moment. Then the whole shoot-out with the Powder Gangers against the town, happened then once that was over she set herself on her original target, Ringo.

She remembered what she did, she remember the pain. . . she remembered his pain.

But as much as she wanted to take in the pleasure and pain in his voiceless pleas, she just couldn't, she couldn't bring her self down to their mental level, to the way of their thinking. Karma stopped thinking about it all together and refocus her mindset to a different subject, the one she awoke to, why were the people she knew in DC here and what the hell happened between them and... That guy she thought with anger. The man she currently wanted to strangle to death, she considered him being a thorn in her side even with the short recent events, she still had an unnerving feeling about him, and at the same time she wanted answers. She sat her self up some still remaining in the tub, pulled her arms into view and looked at her writs. They the knife wounds on her arms healed up nicely thanks to some uneventful resting time, there was only a small scar on her right arm now and a sizable scar running down from her elbow on her left, they felt much better, but still remained slightly numb.

She then looked at her wrist remembering the vice-grip that he held on her arms unwavering under her powerless struggles of flailing. She started to narrow her eyes as more anger was rising started to rise up in her, but she shook her head and dropped the entire thing for that moment, and only focusing on herself now, it was rare you get the chance to truly relax in this desolated hell of a planet now, and she took at almost every rare and fully took advantage of it's perks.

After a full hour of scrubbing the dirt and grime off her she got out of the tub, looking back at the now murky brownish water, she was revealed that she now felt fully clean as well feeling like a new part of herself had come up and shined through. That, that was heaven, to bad I have to go back to hell...

Karma dried herself off, as well as dried off her Pipboy even though it was basically built to be life-proof piece of equipment, she still took care of it to the best of her ability, she still was liked to keep it in tip-top shape in case she needed it in emergency situations.

Once she was satisfied with its condition, she started putting on a pair of underwear and clothes that were already neatly folded and laid out for her on the small drawer that was in the bathroom. She quickly put on the seemingly clean bra and panties, she didn't mind the few specks tiny dots on them, seeing as to how they would soon be covered in dirty and sweat as well. Once she was done putting them on, she put on a grey worn out t-shirt and a pair of black run-down cargo pants and her own pair of combat boots.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She felt much better and relived to the fact that the dank smell had been washed off and her hair returned back to its normal coloration. The clothes were snug not tightly wrapping around her body like leather clothing would, why or how anyone wears that get-up in a wasteland such as this she'll never understand. She wiped away a single strand of hair from her sight and sighed. Now she had to confront her friends and the one she was currently spitting, Arc.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Arc, Charon, and Clover had finally awoken. When they did come to Charon and Arc went right each other. They wanted to kill the other, but they didn't even come close to one another as their wounds reminded them of their painful bout hours ago. So Charon and Arc started throwing insults and talking back to each other.

"You lizard-licking, smooth skin junky, As soon as I find the place I need to heal up, I'm putting two rounds in your kneecaps then well see who can move faster!" Charon spat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, its not my fault that a smooth skinned kicked a walking dead guys ass. Is he gonna cry huh?" Arc retorted with a snide.

"I'll put my boot down your throat if you 'think' you can handle me, you pansy ass smooth-skin."

"Oh I know I can take you, just look a you, compared to me." He pointed at Charon's bandages then to himself. "I think we both know who'd win ten out of ten, you only got lucky cause of your big ass friend over there." Arc boasted as he pointed over to Fawkes, who wasn't at all give them the slightest of attention as he was more occupied with Dogmeat and Cheyenne who seemed to now get along.

"Ha ha ha... If you'd think you can go toe-to-toe with me bub, you've completely lost your marbles." Charon smirked only causing Arc to scoff at the gesture.

"Well, lets go settle this no-"

"For the Pete's sake, would you blubbering idiots just shut up already!" Sunny shouted at them. They both looked at her like she was some kind of alien, but with one last look from the both of them, their faces expressing a 'We'll finish this later' look, they both sat back up against the wall in silence.

Trudy had escorted Karma to Sunny's place then was to head back to the Saloon, not wanting to leave it unattended to, so she left Sunny in charge of keeping the peace in her place until Karma could come back after she was done. "Look, just as I don't like the situation you two need to relax and wait. Bickering little girls isn't going to help anyone right now, so lets all just calm down and wait for Karma to come back, well sort this whole mess out then you two can kill each other. Got it?" For a moment there was nothing but quiet as everyone now looked at Sunny who was now slightly embarrassed at how she had told everyone to calm themselves, but she held her ground and kept her wights about her.

Clover pulled out a cigarette from the box that was strapped to her right leg as well a few matches. She place it between the right hand of her index and middle finger, brought it up to her lips and lit it up. She let out a cloud of smoke, looking relaxed as well as somewhat pained. Likely from the wounds inflicted on her left arm.

"Aright girly... We'll keep to ourselves, for now." Clover looked towards Charon who understood the silent message. Arc didn't understand what it meant, but they were now looking as if they were resting as they laid back against the well in silence.

Eventually no one said another word on the matter, but the tension was still there, they all knew it. After sitting, moving about and not talking to each other for about a good hour or two the front door opened. Dogmeat, who was laying next to Fawkes, sniffed the air and perked his ears up. He quickly stood on all fours and ran out the room and to the front door.

"Hey boy. You missed me didn't you." Karma's voice had broke the silence. Sunny was glad that she came back and now she was going to get some answers. Clover and Charon stood up as she entered the room with Dogmeat in tow behind her wagging his tail happily. "I see the party hasn't started just yet." Karma said jokingly looking at Clover and Charon. "I'm just glad now that I don't have to drag back the body of my last contractor." Charon cracked back. Karma smiled. "I'm just glad I won't be bored anymore, especially when I have my favorite gal is by me." Clover, Karma was pleased to see her, but then again she wasn't too happy as well, because of their 'history' back in DC.

"Glad to see you too Clover." Karma said as she walked up hugging her for a brief moment as Arc then stood up himself having to use the wall to support him up off the ground until his injuries healed.

"Great, the whole gang is here, now if you don't mi- OHHFF!" Arc dropped to one knee grabbing at his stomach. Karma didn't even bother listening as she walked up to him while he was trying to get up and threw a stronger right punch into his abdomen. Arc began coughing from the sudden force of pain. If he had paid attention, then maybe he could've avoided it or stopped, but it was too late for that now as she next sent her booted foot right into his chest pinning him against the wall.

"Gaaahh!" Arc was stronger then this, but in his current state he couldn't really do anything since Charon with the aid of Fawkes really did a number on him though he wouldn't admit that to anyone ever. "What...t-the hell is your problem!" Arc grunted as he manged to get her left leg off his chest and breath for a second, but it was swiftly replaced with her right leg. "What's my problem? What is MY problem?!" Oh, um... let's see, my problem is YOU!" She pushed more force onto his chest causing him to grunt in pain and grip at her leg. Arc tried to squeeze down on her leg, but his arms were shaky and the pain from his chest and stomach weren't helping.

Goddamn it! This is the second time I've had my back to this crazy chick! Arc had thought back to the moment were she had got the drop on him. He thought it was luck, but now he's growing to hate having his back against the wall. "Karma, if you wouldn't mind, It'd be nice if you'd let him go and handle this like decent people, don't you think?" Karma turned to Sunny who was looking at her with a pleading look. As much as she wanted to curb-stomp the mess of Arc, it was the fact that Sunny had been kind to her so she figured she repay it back by taking her advice. Karma lifted her boot off of him backing away from him to the sides of her well-known companions.

Sunny let out a relieved breath of air after thinking for a moment that she was going to try to end the poor man that literally saved helped save the town. Karma had actually listened to her though and that was good for her, she didn't think she could handle another out of hand situation for a while. Time to get things into order. Sunny clasped her hands together and asked for Karma to kindly explain the situation of who her friends were and how she had been in that state.

"...I don't think that would be a great idea, not explaining who they are, just..." She looked down at her hands in a shocked state of mind. She started opening and closing her fist as they now seemed unknown to her.

Was it, no, would it be a good idea to tell them? Why she was out here? Why she did what she had done to Ringo and how it was possible?... No.. she just couldn't tell them. Strangers at that. They'd wouldn't see why she out here doing this. So she'd decided to keep them out of the loop.

"Sunny, prick," to which she was referring to Arc as his response was a scornful glare "I'd like for you to meet my friends." She said pointing to all of them. The supermutant was the first to speak up as he stood to his full height.

"Fawkes is my name, It is good to see more humans that don't cower in fear or attack when they see someone like me." Fawkes spoke. Then next stood the ghoul "Names Charon, that's all you need to know." Charon spoke in a rude bluntful manner . If it was anyone else, he most likely would've said the same thing, but since he didn't like Arc and didn't know who the blonde girl was, he wasn't about give them anything on him.

Yeah, way to introduce your self Charon Karma said to her self and rolled her eyes at Charon. She then pointed over to Clover who had now finished her cigarette stomping it out on the old carpet. "You can call me Clover doll," she said to Sunny then turned to Arc "And you can call me anything my dear boy," she said in a playful tone. What?! was all Arc could think at that remark.

"Well... for what it's worth, despite the earlier altercation, It's nice to know a little about you guys." Sunny spoke still somewhat nervous.

For another silent eerie moment, no one spoke. Between the panting breaths of Cheyenne and Dogmeat and the smell of smoke in the air, they felt a little uncomfortable. Arc had decided to clear the air first.

"The name is Arc," He pointed at himself as everyone now looked towards him, well except for Charon of course and Karma just merely glaring at him "I'm here because of these people in town, they... they saved my hide. So when I came to and was able move about I found you," pointing at Karma "...Well actually more like you 'flew' into me and that's were the hole situation escalated after I took out Cobb. I know it seemed like a foolish move, but I figured it was a good way to help out and to repay my debt to them." to which Arc then nodded his head towards Sunny which she returned herself but with a more somber look.

"I would've had it under control if the farmhand didn't try to move." Karma said looking at the ground. She ran her hand through her hair and then started walking off.

"Were to now?" Charon asked her as Dogmeat walked behind her.

"I need a drink."

"Well, I'm coming with, because I don't want to pulling off another ditch move again." Charon told her as he then soon after Clover and Fawkes followed behind.

Arc and Sunny stood in silence, with the company of C0heyenne as well. The only reason Arc didn't bring up the whole ordeal with Ringo was the reactions of her friends. He didn't have a clue as to if they knew Ringo and what she was able to do, but he keep his lips sealed not wanting to get into a scuffle in his current state. Not that he could do so anyway.

"I'm... I'm gonna go ahead and head back to the Saloon as well... need anything, just let me know. Its the least I can do." Sunny told Arc.

"Yeah alright."

Sunny called Cheyenne after her and started to walk out herself.

"There is one thing, that's if you don't mind of course," She stopped and looked back at Arc as he slide down against the wall making himself as comfortable as he could, since the bed that was in the place was currently covered in dry blood and dirt. "I'm going to stay here," he crossed his arms and closed his eyes. "Would you mind bringing back a couple of those drinks? Kinda feeling, out of it at the moment." Sunny couldn't help but smile a little at the small request he asked for to do.

"Sure, that's no problem at all." she replied and with that she too went ahead and left out of the place, leaving Arc alone to himself.

Location - Mojave Desert

Time - Sunset

Town - Primm

"No! please... I'll, I'll do anything you ask, just don't hurt my wife!" Yelled a man battered, bruised, bleeding on his face and body hogtied to a mattress.

Laughter filled inside of the small shack. "Oh!? you'll do Anything huh?!" said a wild looking man wearing a blue over coat labeled with 'NCRF' on the back of the coat.

Another group of powder gangers had branched off from the prison like Cobb's group and stopped near Goodsprings. This group didn't seem to want to go at a town that seemed to be worth no value of their time to them so the went south of the town and spotted Primm, but the couldn't get in during the day due to the small NCR patrol they had so they waited until it was near sunset.

"Yes! I'll promise I'll do anything you guys want, just please don't hurt her anymore, I beg you!" the man pleaded, as his wife was held by a bigger man. She was bruised and beaten as well, and her clothes were torn off her, for their entertainment. She couldn't do anything about it either as they used her. The bulkier guy holding her lifted her up and threw her on the bed next to her husband.

Then a skinner man who wore blue jeans, sported tattoos all over him and had the same wild look as the rest of them, jumped on the bed and in hand he held a machete. The man in coat with the rough beard then walked around to the other side of the bed were the tearing husband was laying. He grabbed his head and forced the man to look at him.

"Alright sheriff, I have one thing of you to ask... Don't blink!" he cackled as he turned the sheriff's head towards his wife.

The skinner man lifted the woman's head and his machete then swung down on her neck.

-SCHLINK!-

The sheriff was too shocked and stunned by what had just transpired that he didn't even feel his own head being lifted as well as all he saw was her body go limp and her head go up... The leader of the group looked down at him and smiled wickedly "Glad to know you listen." He said as he patted his head and nodded at the his goon.

-SCHLINK!-

"Now... Lets take this town boys!" He shouted as the tattooed man held their chopped heads up high in the air. Soon after a group of cheers and jeers filled the air.

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