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Stronger than death itself 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on. ~Franklin D. Roosevelt
Overcome by exhaustion and worn out by her tears, Amanda pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulders and wiped her eyes again. The tears had finally stopped, but she gave in to no illusion that they would come again, and again and again. For now, she was just too spent to cry anymore, but in the respite that was given to her then, her survival instinct began to kick in.
She was alone now. All the family she had ever had was dead and gone forever, and she was alone. However, if the merc had said they found the Brahmin, then that meant she was not impecunious. She would have to go down, though, and get the crate tied to the brahmin’s harness because she couldn’t leave her fortune unattended in the brahmin pen. She needed a place to stay until she had figured out where to go and what to do, and for that, she needed those caps. The problem remained that the key to the crate was in her father’s possession, he wore it on a string around his neck.
She would have to face it sooner or later anyway, so she cautiously got up from the couch, ignoring the puzzled looks from the two men sitting beside her.
When she left the stall, however, the security chief walked up to meet her. She felt uncomfortable in his presence, because of her embarrassing blunder on her arrival, but he seemed to either have completely forgotten it or was far too tactful to mention it.
“Miss Amanda?”
“I need… I need to go down and see them.”
Harkness nodded. “I understand. Would you like me to accompany you?”
She looked up at him, but his face was nothing but sincere. “Thank you. You are being very generous to a misfortunate stray girl you don’t even know.”
A small smile flitted over his face for a second. “Well… that misfortune happened in my city, more or less. It has swept you into my city, in any case, and whatever or whoever is in my city is my responsibility.”
“I still think it’s very generous. But I have to admit that I have never felt as safe anywhere as I do here in Rivet City.”
Harkness smiled as they ascended the stairs. “I aim to keep my city a decent place.”
“More decent than any.” Amanda looked over her shoulder into the hangar again. “Even the mercs are better behaved than in any other place I’ve been.”
“Everyone behaves in my city”, Harkness replied with a small chuckle. “Otherwise they’ll have me to deal with.”
Out on the drawbridge the light was sharp and clear in the setting sun. Amanda blinked into the orange glow and looked at Harkness again.
“A force to be reckoned with as a security chief, huh?” It felt relieving to think about other things than the events of the day. “In your city?”
“My city.” He looked back at the ship for a second. “I’ve been protecting these people for ages.”
Amanda felt her forehead wrinkle. “You don’t look older than your late thirties to me.”
This time, Harkness had to laugh. “My dear Amanda… of course you wouldn’t know. I am well over a hundred.”
Amanda stopped dead in her tracks. “A hundred? You’re damn well preserved for a ghoul.”
“I am not a ghoul.” The smile died on his face and he looked past her for a moment. “I am an android.”
“A what?”
“An android. A highly advanced, humanlike robot.”
Amanda stared at him for a while before she took a distrustful little step back. “That was the worst pick-up line I’ve ever heard.”
Harkness shook his head. “It wasn’t a pick-up line. I am not sexually interested in you. I was telling nothing but the truth. Here.” He picked up one of the plastic chairs standing at the top of the stairs. It had legs made of steel, and Harkness took it in both hands and, without any effort, bent the leg until it snapped.
Amanda stared at him open-mouthed and finally shook her head. “I admit that’s nothing a human could do but… but I still find it easier to think you’re a mutant of some sort rather than… than a machine.”
“I understand that it can be a bit much to swallow.”
Amanda didn’t reply as they made their way down the ramp. At one point she could smell blood and her hands began to tremble again. Once they had reached the bottom, her legs almost refused to carry her, and Harkness offered her his arm, which she gratefully accepted.
Stronger than death itself 4b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)But as she knelt down beside her father’s pale, bloodied corpse she realised she couldn’t touch him. For a moment she just stared at his lifeless, pale and bloodless face before she realised she was weeping again.
A hand rested on her shoulder.
“Please…” Her voice was hoarse with tears again.
“Can I help you?”
Amanda nodded and helplessly wiped her face. “I need his keys. He wears them around his neck.”
Harkness crouched down on the other side of the corpse and reached into his shirt where he found the string with the keys that he simply snapped before he picked it up. He didn’t hand it to Amanda, however, but got up and walked the few steps towards the water’s edge.
When he came back and handed her the keys they were wet and shiny, and she was grateful beyond words to express it that he had been considerate enough to wash off the blood before giving them to her.
He carried the crate for her while she carried the bag that held her spare clothing and few personal belongings, and once back in the hangar, he bade her to wait.
“I shall find a place for you to stay. The commons are filled up presently and wouldn’t keep your possessions safe, anyway. The hotel is rather expensive for a long-term stay.”
Amanda felt tears choke her at the level of generosity he displayed “I don’t understand but… thank you.”
“I told you I feel responsible for you”, Harkness gave back as he squeezed her shoulder. “I couldn’t just leave you to your fate and still be able to look into a mirror.”
Amanda nodded and sat down on her crate, clutching the string with the keys between her fingers. After a few moments she heard steps and when she looked up again, she saw one of the two wounded mercs walking up to her. It was the ginger haired one, a man on the lean and wiry side, and he gave her a searching look as he went into a crouch before her. “You all right, kid?”
“No”, she gave back truthfully. “I just… I just couldn’t have imagined how terrified I’d be without them.”
He didn’t reply at once, and Amanda sighed and looked away. “I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m better off without them.”
“No.”
She looked up, and he shook his head, then produced a pack of smokes. “No, not like this. Sure, I thought you’d be better off, but not like this. Fuck, not like this. I wouldn’t have wished anything like this onto you or them, no matter what.”
“At least you’re honest.” She looked at her hands again. “They weren’t always like that, you know. Before my brother died, they were all right. But he was killed by raiders, and… after that, everything went to pieces. My father went mad with grief and drunk himself senseless and my mother… she just stopped caring. But before that, they weren’t as bad. Really.”
“I believe you”, the merc replied and lit up his cigarette. “There’s people who manage to get over such things and there are those that break.” He looked at her face again. “Don’t let it break you, kid.”
Amanda had to fight the tears again, but because she was so spent and tired already, they vanished as quickly as they had come. She got up from the crate and rolled her aching shoulders. “I didn’t get around to thanking you yet.”
The merc shrugged and looked away, and following his glance she saw the other man who had been wounded, the tall one, was standing two steps away from them.
“It’s not as if we had done much of a service”, the latter now replied around the smoke clamped in the corner of his mouth.
“But you risked your life, all of you, and you two even got wounded, and all for… for my sake and…”
“Easy now, kid.” The tall man took two steps towards her. “We volunteered for that.”
“I could at least pay for your medical treatment and the ammunition you spent.”
“Harkness has paid the doc. But the ammo would be a nice touch.”
Stronger than death itself 4c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)It wasn’t before she looked up to see the two mercs’ faces blur that she heard the choked sobs and realised that she had spoken her thoughts out loud; and overcome by terror and grief she felt her last strength leave her.
Her knees buckled under her, and as one of the mercs caught her arms to prevent her from hitting the ground she fell against him, shaken by helpless sobs as if caught and rattled in a giant fist.
Feeling the man stiffen she realised what was happening and tried to fight for strength and composure, fight down the tears and sobs. “Sorry... oh god, I’m...” She weakly attempted to push herself away from him again, ashamed, no, mortified for some reason that these men should see her like this.
After a second, however, she felt the merc clumsily put an arm around her and pat her back.
“It’s all right girl”, he said in a low voice, it was not the ginger one called Steve, but the other, the taller, broader one whose name she didn’t know yet. “Maybe it’s better if you just get it all out.”
Too spent by so many tears and too worn out by so recent, raw grief she was unable to refuse the luxury of being offered a shoulder to cry on. She dropped her head against his chest and wept, for how long, she had no idea. In the end her tears ran dry, her breathing calmed, and as a strange, heavy numbness spread out inside her when she realised that he was still holding her, and that his arms around her had their own calming effect on her. He felt solid as a rock and his smell, sweat, leather, gunpowder and cigarette smoke, together with the strength of his arms gave her a strange feeling of security she had never known in her life.
But even as she wondered how she could feel like this about a complete stranger she didn’t even know the name of, she recoiled with the realisation of what she was doing. She pushed herself away from him and this time he let go, his face unreadable as she looked up at him.
“Sorry”, she muttered again. “Sorry for bawling like that. I’ll... Thanks.”
“No need to apologize.” His voice was dark and low, but somehow gentle. “At least that’s given to you. Would be terrible if there was no one willing to give a few tears for those who passed away.”
Wiping her eyes again Amanda shrugged, wondering briefly what had made him leave his home behind and embrace the long road, the harsh and difficult life of a mercenary. “They’re my parents.”
“Exactly.” With that, he turned away and lit another smoke that he had between his lips all the time.
Harkness came back before she could think of another reply. “I found you a place to stay, Miss Amanda. Please follow me, I’ll see you there.”
Amanda nodded and bent down to pick up her crate, but the merc called Steve was faster. He shouldered it in a quick move. “Here, let me.”
With a shy and embarrassed nod of her head, Amanda clenched her hand firmly around the keys and followed the security chief who had given the wiry man a nod of approval and thanks.
The place Harkness had found was hardly more than a broom cupboard, a small and narrow cell, but it had a cot, a small shelf in a corner and a door you could lock.
“It’s not much, but it’s private”, the chief said as the merc dropped the crate off in a corner, and handed her the key. “Here.”
“Thank you”, Amanda said again. “I still don’t know... You really don’t have to do this.”
“Trust me”, Harkness said after a firm look into her eyes that made a small feeling of unease creep down her spine. “I do.” With that he gave her a nod and left her to stare at his retreating back in puzzlement.
Stronger than death itself 4d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-05-10 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)“Well, I’ll be seeing you, kid.” He shrugged and gave her a nod. “I’m not going to cant and give you shit about how life goes on and so forth. But it’s your life now. Don’t wait for it to happen on its own.”
Amanda nodded and watched him go, too, a strange, nervous glow in her stomach. Then she softly closed the door behind her, locked it, and collapsed onto the cot.
Her dreams were full of nightmares, shots, screams and howls rang through the air smelling of blood, guts and death. The pictures in her mind were chaotic and unsorted, mixing the death of her parents with the one of her brother that happened two years ago, and other, stranger pictures her tired, exhausted and shaken mind conjured up in a way that is only possible in dreams. She was constantly fighting for her life, running away, fighting creatures and people in dark and frightening places, seeing smouldering fires emitting acidic smokes that choked her and burned her lungs, and suddenly, only a heavy, moist and all-encompassing darkness. Cold and suffocating, growing heavier by the second, making it impossible to breathe.
And she realised she was buried alive. It was the cold earth of the grave engulfing her, and she could feel and hear them throw shovel by shovel of earth onto her body. She tried to scream at them to stop, that she was still alive, but her mouth filled with cold, crumbling earth and no sound emerged. She tried to scream, but the earth crumbled down her throat into her lungs...
And she shot upright with a hoarse and choked scream of terror. “I’m alive! Oh god, I’m still alive!”
With her breathing only slowly calming down, the taste of earth still on her tongue, she fell back onto the cot. She was drenched in sweat and shaking all over, so cold that she couldn’t remember ever having frozen that much. With aching limbs she crawled from the cot, dug into her bag and wrapped herself in the blanket she kept there. It didn’t help against the cold, but it gave her a slight feeling of security to be covered. Her eyes fell shut again a few moments later.
Her dreams, as she remembered them when she awoke again, had been vivid and strange, but not as frightening. She had just been running, running to get somewhere, and even as she knew she was too late, she kept running. As dreams are wont to do when running into that particular direction, a thousand things happened that delayed her further: She dropped things, lost her shoe, took a wrong turn, and in the end, she suddenly ended up being naked as a jaybird locked up in a dark and windowless room.
And then she heard her brother’s voice. “It’s all right, honey. Everything’s all right.” Her brother had always been there. He had always protected her. Had kept her safe. Had smuggled her out of camp at night to take her into town and to the bar if there had been one. He had facilitated her first experiences with alcohol and the opposite gender, and he had always, always only done her good. It felt so good having him back, and since he was her brother, she wasn’t ashamed any more at being naked. His embrace was warm and comforting, and his smell of sweat, leather and smoke reassuring and calming.
But only after waking up did she remember that her brother James hadn’t smoked and had never once smelled of cigarettes.