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Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 08:58 am (UTC)When Caroline finally decided she’d eaten all the best bits of Betsy, the NCR Ranger was nearly comatose. Her eyes stared blankly, mouth gaping, drool running down her chin. Her stomach yawned open, the majority of her less vital internal organs removed, cooked, and eaten by Caroline. Her legs and arms were mostly blood-stained bone. Caroline slapped at her face, trying to gain her attention. Betsy blinked slowly and focused her vision on Caroline. Her face constricted into a look of pure agony as her consciousness came around. She let out a pathetic wail, as if she’d forgotten what had happened to her, only to have each brutal act crash over her all at once.
The wail ended and Betsy stared at Caroline, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m just about through with you,” Caroline told her. “There’s just one piece of you left I want to taste.” She hooked her hand up into the woman’s gaping stomach cavity. Her fingers found Betsy’s weakly beating heart, closing around the powerful muscle. She squeezed the organ, gripping it firmly as she slid her knife inside the woman’s mostly hollow body. Carefully, she cut through the thick veins feeding in and out of Betsy’s heart before yanking the spurting organ free.
Caroline held up Betsy’s heart so that the nearly dead woman could see it. Betsy’s mouth opened and closed silently, trying to form words or a final death scream or something. Her eyes stared in horror at her heart as it spurt the last of her blood over Caroline’s gripping hand. Then her eyelids drooped and her head fell forward as a last retching breath of air passed her pale lips. Caroline giggled and turned away to cook up Corporal Betsy’s heart. When she was finished with the meal, she’d take care of the dog pack still lingering at the base of the raised platform. Even after devouring Violet, the beasts refused to leave their master’s side, even if all that remained of her were a few gnawed bones.
They’ll make good target practice, Caroline thought as she dumped Betsy’s heart into the frying pan. She held the pan over the low flames of the fire pit, rotating the organ so it cooked evenly. Her mouth watered as the scent of the cooking muscle filled her nostrils.
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 09:07 am (UTC)I asked for depraved violence, and I got it multi-fold!
All my fucking internets!
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 05:50 pm (UTC)Will there be some Vulpes as well?I hope Caroline isn't going to eat him as well,cuz it could be a lovely(crazy) partnership.
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-21 05:29 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-25 06:50 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-15 11:34 pm (UTC)Caroline realized she was passing by the 188 again, and sighed. As delicious as that Michelle bitch looked, it wasn't a good idea to find toys in the same place more than once. Maybe no one would miss Veronica, but everyone here had seen her leave with her. People started to get suspicious. That was why she'd taken the courier job in the first place - they naturally roamed from place to place, and no one paid any attention to them most of the time.
She hadn't noticed there were people underneath the overpass the last time she was here. Vaguely curious, she headed over. Anything for some entertainment. There were some boring-looking men, but there was also something more unusual: a boy wearing a weird headset, with a bunch of junk piled behind him in this makeshift camp. She headed over. Maybe she could steal his stuff and make him cry.
As she approached, he took off his headset. He suddenly screamed. "Devourer, ravager, beast!" he managed to get out in between screams, clutching his head with one hand and pointing at her with the other. "The poison blinds...!"
Shit. Jennifer turned and ran, noticing the men under the bridge turning to look at her. Someone shouted at her to stop. She didn't, scrambling over the dunes to the south. The sound of the sand and the shouting behind her drowned out a new, strange noise, a sort of periodic mechanical whirring, getting increasingly loud.
She finally stopped, past the fire ants, fairly sure they wouldn't try to follow her through them. Catching her breath, she heard the whirring for the first time, rapidly getting louder. Scanning, she quickly spotted something approaching, fast, from the southeast. What the fuck?
It was human, at least some of it. The legs and arms looked like metal; one eye was covered by a patch, with a dull red glow coming from the other socket. Then Jennifer recognized the face, and scrabbled for her gun.
If Jennifer had known to sidestep, Veronica would probably have stumbled and fallen; the mechanical legs were great for speed but turned badly. But she didn't, and stood her ground, firing two shots that glanced harmlessly off one of the legs and a chest plate. The front of one of Veronica's steel claws was the last thing Jennifer ever saw.
Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-16 12:26 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-26 05:54 am (UTC)