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Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 4B/?
Date: 2016-04-29 06:47 am (UTC)“No!”
Elle lunged for the gun with her hands outstretched but it was already out of reach. Charon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to the ground, but it was too late. The rattling sound of the gun had already echoed across the landscape and she had exposed herself as a target.
Another roar and then there were pounding footsteps heading in their direction. The deathclaw, which had eluded their detection until this point, appeared to have decided that they were more worthwhile prey than the pack of mole rats.
Charon’s shotgun was in his hands and taking aim before he had time to think. The first shot made contact, but it wasn’t enough to slow the deathclaw. He fired again, but it still raced towards them, barely noticing that it had been hit. Charon emptied more shots into its scaly leg as it closed the distance between them, trying desperately to cripple it. As he made to reload, the deathclaw changed directions, away from Charon and towards the other end of the rock formation. It took him only a single horrified second to realize that Elle had disappeared and what the deathclaw was now targeting.
He shouted her name so loudly that he felt his mangled vocal cords would tear. She was sprinting towards the fallen rifle with panic in her eyes, but she was too far and the deathclaw was too fast.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The beast closed in on her and raised its claw in preparation to strike. Elle let out a piercing scream that Charon knew would haunt him until the day he died. The deathclaw swung at her once and her head cracked back against the rock before she collapsed. Charon didn’t feel his feet moving, but he suddenly found himself between the deathclaw and Elle’s crumpled body. He twisted and, shotgun facing the underside of its jaw, blasted its brains skyward.
Blood rained down on them, but he was already lifting Elle in his arms, sniper rifle lying forgotten in the dirt. Her head lolled and he tried not to look at her, already feeling sick to his stomach. She was covered in blood and breathing in shallow gasps.
How could he be so fucking stupid to not be ready for the worst? Had he gone so fucking soft with emotions that he’d overlooked the basics of wasteland survival? No explosives, no backup weapons, no stimpacks, and now Elle was dying in his arms.
As he ran back to Megaton, trying to cradle her head in the crook of his arm to minimize trauma, all Charon could hear was the echoing ghost of her scream.
Re: Heavy In Your Arms - Part 4B/?
Date: 2016-04-29 06:49 am (UTC)