Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Story Part 4: Strolling Down Memory Lane

As I left Thors shop i was approached by a man in a black jacket. On his left shoulder were 3 spikes of increasing size. He had no hair on his head or face. His only defining mark was a solid white right eye.

"You're going into the wastes. Things will not be going the way you planned. This is only the beginning of something much bigger."

"Wait... what? Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you talking about?"

He looked at me, smiled and chuckled to himself. He turned and began walking down the street, stopping about 10 feet away.

"We will be watching you. When you need us most, we will be there."

With that he he walked off down the street and was lost in the crowd.

"I guess Thor was right. Something isn't right about this trip."

I wasn't planning on leaving New Vegas until the next day so I went and rented a room at the nearest inn. As I was going up to my room a group of people walked past me, one bumped into me. It was a small hallway so I didn't think anything of it. Once I got to my room I set my bag on the bed and reached into my jacket pocket. Immeadiatly I knew that the ring I had stole from Thor was just stolen from me. 'Oh well', I thought. Then I sat on the bed next to my bag and opened it to see exactly what Thor meant when he said 'a little fire power'. I expected a little 9mm, but was astonished to see the .44 that he was cleaning when I walked into his store. Deciding that it was better to keep the firepower close I put a belt on, and placed the magnum in its holster.

"It's way too early to go to bed, might as well go out and see what's going on."

I left my bag under my bed, locked my door, and went out to find anything new going on. As I walked the streets taking in the sights I decided to get something to eat. Stopping at the nearest pub, I went in and took a seat at a booth in the back of the building. I've eaten here plenty of times before since I have done alot of business in New Vegas. A woman in her early 30s looks over and sees me sitting at my normal booth. A smile forms on her face and she begins walking over to me.

"Surprise, surprise. Blane Xeno, you little scavenger, what are you doing in here?"

I laugh at her comment, as we have known each other for about 7 years now. I first met her on the street. She was just begining her business and was putting up advertisements on street posts. A small time street gang had been hastling her about having to pay to advertise on their turf. When she refused, they jumped her. Most people were used to seeing this and just walked on past. They knew what they were going to do to her, take her money and force her into prostitution, but also knew that messing with them would almost garuntee death. I knew the consequences of taking action, but could never turn a blind eye to a person in distress. Just as the initial beating was about to begin I stepped in. None of them even knew what was happening. Armed only with a serrated knife, I quickly and silently charged into the group of thugs. The first guy went down hard, as I smashed the hilt of the knife into his temple. Then, switching to a reverse grip of the knife, I became a whirlwind of slashing and stabbing. After about 30 seconds 2 were unconcious, and 4 were dead. The last in the group had pulled out a knife turning it to the ladys throat, threatening to slit it. Thinking quick, I looked above him and pointed. The idiot looked up giving me just enough time to throw the knife, catching him in the jugular. needless to say he let her go, to try to stop the blood that was coming from the gash. He fell over dead in just seconds. I picked up my knife and walked over to the woman who was now crying in a ball on the ground. I helped her up and took her back to her place. She wanted to thank me in any way possible but I said that her words were enough. Finally she conviced me to come to her pub for a free meal the next day. From that moment on we have be as close as 2 people can be, without actually being together. I'm not sure why we have never tried, I just tell myself that because I am always on the move it couldn't work. Secretly she is the real reason I want this trip to go off without a hitch. If I can make enough cash on this trip I won't be on the move as much and maybe something can finally happen between us.

"Hey, Kelli. Thor lined me up with another job. I'm leaving tomorrow and just wanted one good meal before I head out."

"Oh, and here I thought you just wanted to see me. Well, I can't let my favorite customer go hungry, what do you want?"

"How about a double rat-burger, large order of fries, and a cold one."

"You know we have beef now. Thanks to Sazz we get a steady shipment of it every month."

"After eating rat I can't switch to cow, it just doesn't taste right."

"I hear you. Not many people like it, but Sazz does and he says that I have to offer it. Mainly  because he thinks it seperates the elite from the common folk. I'll have your burger out asap"

"Thanks, Kelli."

She smiled and nodded as she walked back to put my order in. As I waited I looked around the pub. Seeing that there were very few people in the place, I started to daydream. Just before my mind could begin to wander I noticed that one of the patrons was the guy that bumped into me in the inn. Smiling to myself I chose to pickpocket the thief. I got up and walked over to the jukebox and put on some classic Metallica. As Four Horsemen started I took the long way back to my booth, past the thief. I intentially bumped into him, finding the ring and a small purse of caps in his coat. I apologized to the man and walked back to my table, there was no way he would know the stuff was gone until he specifically searched for it. That will teach him not to steal from someone. I waited a few minutes and checked the purse, finding 100 caps. Not a bad haul from trying to get my ring back. Shortly after, Kelli returned with me food. She sat down opposite me and started talking as I ate.

16 comments:

  1. Thats a really good story man, you are very talented (if thats yours)

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  2. Very cool story, i like the writing style!

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  3. Blogspot always amazes me with such talented writers.. This is very good!

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  4. You have a really interesting writing style! Keep it up

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  5. a very good read indeed...keep it up bro! waiting for more

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  6. The knife throw part was the best, I can see that pretty clearly in my head, morbidly enough. Good work! Looking forward to more!

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  7. knife throwing part is what engrossed me the most as well...

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  9. You have a good writing style. Followed for interest in more.

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  10. Four Horsemen on the jukebox-awesome.

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