She stares intensely at Amata, trying to burn away the resolution in her best friend’s eyes, but there is nothing for it. Amata swallows, a tear falling into the curve of her nostril and down over the arc of her lips, and she turns away to address her vault with a leader’s voice.
Kate stares steadily at the back of her best friend’s head and can easily walk herself through the steps of un-holstering her pistol and aiming it at that beautiful brown head. She would pull the trigger and the new Overseer would be splattered on the wall.
Never with Amata; not with Amata or… Dad.
She wouldn’t kill Amata.
Kate draws her pistol and, in a quick movement, shoots Alphonse Almodovar in the head. The old Overseer splatters all over the new and the rebels erupt in chaos.
Kate is at the door before they can reach her and she is locking the clinic before they can think to scream. After all this time, the key-codes are still on the tips of her fingers.
“This is it sweetcheeks!” Kate calls through the door, blinking at the blood that drips from her eyelashes. “My master plan!”
Amata screams at her through the door, begs Kate for the lives of their classmates and the rebels, all of whom punch and claw at the windows. Freddie is in there, pressing his hands against the glass and shouting Kate’s name repeatedly—it is lost in the cacophony of panic.
“Daddy for a daddy, Amata.” Kate plants a kiss on Amata’s image through the window. “Like eye for an eye, eh? It’s only fair.” She gives Amata one last smile before sprinting down the hall and out of sight.
She thinks quickly, knowing Butch to be nearby but not exactly where—he wasn’t in the clinic with the others, Kate had made absolutely sure that he wouldn’t be before-hand, just in case.
It doesn’t take long to find him, fortunately—he is attracted to the area by the faint sound of pounding that travels through the walls of the clinic and into the hall. He appears from around the corner, jogging with his Toothpick in hand. Such a good heart—kinder than Kate’s ever was.
He slides across the tiles in his haste, staring in wide-eyed puzzlement at the image of Kate stalking towards him.
“Kat! What’s—,” He sees the blood on her face and clothes, see’s that spark back in her eye and that God damn smile that freezes him in his tracks. “Katie, what’d you do?”
“Listen up, Butchie.” Kate barrels into him, all heat and frenzied breath as she presses his body back into the cold wall with her weight. He stiffens and bucks instinctually. Such a wild boy—Kate’s stronger, though, and holds him down. “I want you to leave the Vault right now—,”
“Fuck you, Katie, why should I? Huh?” He seethes, ceasing his struggles to stare down at her. She reeks of blood and sweat and like Kate-Kate, not Wasteland-Kate, not that little mouse that came scurrying in alongside Gomez. “Tell me what you did!”
“Shh… Shh… Hey, hey, hey! Don’t worry...” Kate whispers with a smile, his smile, and smoothes her fingertips affectionately down his cheek, runs her nails along his jaw-line like he’s breakable. She kisses his chin, inhales the smell of him, and nuzzles him with the affection she struggled to show when they first reunited. “I had to defend myself, didn’t I? That’s all it was, I promise.”
“Against who? What the hell are you talkin’ about, Kat?” He’s panting now, feeding off of her adrenaline and the beautiful, overwhelming feeling of having his girl back. She’s here, pushing him up against the halls again and heating him up like a furnace. “Where—… Where do you want me to go, huh? I don’t know shit about anything out there!”
She grins big and wild and licks at the red shine of her bloodied lips.
“Wait for me in Megaton, Butchie. I’ll be there soon.” Kate opens up, shows him the truth in her words, and he breathes out a shaky exhale at the intensity of her. God damn. “Promise? You’ll wait for me, hm? Promise me. Now, Butch.”
He barely has to think about it. “I promise, Kat.”
“Good boy.” Kate leans up and gives him the toe-curling kiss he’s been waiting for. She’s really back... “Keep going South-East. You can’t miss it.”
Missed Me 3a/?
…She keeps calm.
She stares intensely at Amata, trying to burn away the resolution in her best friend’s eyes, but there is nothing for it. Amata swallows, a tear falling into the curve of her nostril and down over the arc of her lips, and she turns away to address her vault with a leader’s voice.
Kate stares steadily at the back of her best friend’s head and can easily walk herself through the steps of un-holstering her pistol and aiming it at that beautiful brown head. She would pull the trigger and the new Overseer would be splattered on the wall.
Never with Amata; not with Amata or… Dad.
She wouldn’t kill Amata.
Kate draws her pistol and, in a quick movement, shoots Alphonse Almodovar in the head. The old Overseer splatters all over the new and the rebels erupt in chaos.
Kate is at the door before they can reach her and she is locking the clinic before they can think to scream. After all this time, the key-codes are still on the tips of her fingers.
“This is it sweetcheeks!” Kate calls through the door, blinking at the blood that drips from her eyelashes. “My master plan!”
Amata screams at her through the door, begs Kate for the lives of their classmates and the rebels, all of whom punch and claw at the windows. Freddie is in there, pressing his hands against the glass and shouting Kate’s name repeatedly—it is lost in the cacophony of panic.
“Daddy for a daddy, Amata.” Kate plants a kiss on Amata’s image through the window. “Like eye for an eye, eh? It’s only fair.” She gives Amata one last smile before sprinting down the hall and out of sight.
She thinks quickly, knowing Butch to be nearby but not exactly where—he wasn’t in the clinic with the others, Kate had made absolutely sure that he wouldn’t be before-hand, just in case.
It doesn’t take long to find him, fortunately—he is attracted to the area by the faint sound of pounding that travels through the walls of the clinic and into the hall. He appears from around the corner, jogging with his Toothpick in hand. Such a good heart—kinder than Kate’s ever was.
He slides across the tiles in his haste, staring in wide-eyed puzzlement at the image of Kate stalking towards him.
“Kat! What’s—,” He sees the blood on her face and clothes, see’s that spark back in her eye and that God damn smile that freezes him in his tracks. “Katie, what’d you do?”
“Listen up, Butchie.” Kate barrels into him, all heat and frenzied breath as she presses his body back into the cold wall with her weight. He stiffens and bucks instinctually. Such a wild boy—Kate’s stronger, though, and holds him down. “I want you to leave the Vault right now—,”
“Fuck you, Katie, why should I? Huh?” He seethes, ceasing his struggles to stare down at her. She reeks of blood and sweat and like Kate-Kate, not Wasteland-Kate, not that little mouse that came scurrying in alongside Gomez. “Tell me what you did!”
“Shh… Shh… Hey, hey, hey! Don’t worry...” Kate whispers with a smile, his smile, and smoothes her fingertips affectionately down his cheek, runs her nails along his jaw-line like he’s breakable. She kisses his chin, inhales the smell of him, and nuzzles him with the affection she struggled to show when they first reunited. “I had to defend myself, didn’t I? That’s all it was, I promise.”
“Against who? What the hell are you talkin’ about, Kat?” He’s panting now, feeding off of her adrenaline and the beautiful, overwhelming feeling of having his girl back. She’s here, pushing him up against the halls again and heating him up like a furnace. “Where—… Where do you want me to go, huh? I don’t know shit about anything out there!”
She grins big and wild and licks at the red shine of her bloodied lips.
“Wait for me in Megaton, Butchie. I’ll be there soon.” Kate opens up, shows him the truth in her words, and he breathes out a shaky exhale at the intensity of her. God damn. “Promise? You’ll wait for me, hm? Promise me. Now, Butch.”
He barely has to think about it. “I promise, Kat.”
“Good boy.” Kate leans up and gives him the toe-curling kiss he’s been waiting for. She’s really back... “Keep going South-East. You can’t miss it.”