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Dessert
Date: 2011-11-27 09:43 pm (UTC)~~~
It was incredible to Arcade that he had once felt something like affection for the girl they all called Six. She had managed to survive a point-blank shot to the head, claw her way out of her own grave, and proceed to claw her way to the top of the metaphorical New Vegas totem pole. He used to fondly look back on the day she found him at the Old Mormon Fort, smoothly asking him if he wanted to help her change the Mojave. She used to inspire such admiration and awe.
Now, she inspired nothing but terror and revulsion.
The first time it had happened, Boone tried to attribute it to a sick form of PTSD, doggedly ignoring Arcade’s assertion that eating people was not, in fact, a symptom of being shot in the head. At least that one was already dead when she sank her teeth into his forearm.
The next time it happened, the Legionarie hadn’t even stopped coughing up blood when the Courier knelt down and ripped his throat out with her teeth. But that wasn’t even the worst part; the worst part was when she began to moan between wet bites of flesh and her hand disappeared beneath her skirt. Boone remained stony-faced as they walked away, unable to pull her away from her kill. In response to Arcade’s alarmed cry of [i]what the fuck, you can’t tell me that’s because she was shot in the head![/i], Boone just responded that he didn’t give a shit how she killed Legionaries as long as she was killing them.
The third time it happened, it was too late for Boone to admit he had seriously mistaken the Courier’s reasons for cannibalism. She had slit the throat of a young NCR soldier on patrol, but just as she was bending her head to bite off the soldier’s ear, Boone struck her across the temple with the butt of his rifle.
“I can’t stand by and let you do this shit,” Boone growled, stepping toward her as she scrambled backwards, one hand to her bleeding temple. “The NCR may not be perfect, but I served with these men.”
Instead of responding to Boone, Six turned her wide eyes on Arcade and said, “Arcade, help me.”
For a moment, Arcade felt a wave of sympathy for her, just a poor bleeding girl with a bullet in her head and a psychologically fucked-up sniper’s rifle in her face.
Then she surged forward like an animal, tugging the business end of the rifle past her with one hand and swinging her bloody knife for Boone’s throat with the other.
All of Arcade’s sympathy vanished as Boone fell to his knees, crimson spewing from his jugular. He stared at Arcade from over his skewed sunglasses, his eyes both shocked and accusing.
The Courier knelt beside Boone, gripping the collar of his bloody shirt, closed her mouth over the slit in Boone’s throat and sucked hard, moaning deep in her throat as she did so. Boone’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against Six’s shoulder, dead. Arcade watched, frozen in horror, as she let him drop with a sickening thud and straddled him, rocking against his pelvis as she sank her teeth into his neck.
Arcade turned abruptly and started staggering away, but before he could get far, he had to stop and vomit on his boots. He didn’t have time to register the filth and the horror and [i]oh my God, she slaughtered him like a Brahmin[/i] before he felt the cool metal kiss and click of a pistol against the back of his head.
“Not so fast, Arcade,” she said in the same smooth voice she used the day she picked him up at the Old Mormon Fort. “Stay for dessert.”
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