Benny - Fallout: New Vegas

Six

The courier. Her tiny body was so fragile in his arms. They were slowly falling into a deep slumber as she stared at him sleepily.

"Can I trust you to not kill me in my sleep?"

Her voice was calm as she asked him such an outrageous question. She seemed to read his mind.

He shook his head with a soft smile. "We don't rely on trust, baby."

"I hope not," she finally whispered before closing her eyes.

His smile grew with sincere feelings as he watched her in such a peaceful state. Her chest rose and fell in time with his soft breathing. So tranquil. So beautiful.

What was he thinking? He hated her, loathed her, despised her. But here he was, laying in bed with her, admiring her with a warm feeling.

What was this? Hatred. That's what he supposed to feeling. Fucking hatred. But he wasn't.

In the bit of him that loathed her, he felt something else. And in that moment when he looked at her, it made him smile. Not his usual broad grin that said, "I'm the boss!" This smile was small, soft and sincere.

His feelings stirred up inside him. She did not, laying ever so peacefully in her slumber. He had tried to kill this woman, this young lady, no older than her 20's. His brain told him to, right now. 

Do it now. Before it's too late.

He can't. Not when she's so innocently sleeping. It wouldn't be much though. She's already asleep, this would only make her more asleep. No, what was he thinking?

Just do it. (Shia Lebeouf activate).

No. What was his mind saying. He can't. He'd go to hell. But he already was. She was no different to the others. Men and women. He'd killed them all. But she was different. She made him hesitate. She made him question his motives. She caused all of this. And she was to pay for it.

Yes. Do it. Do it.

Maria was here somewhere. His suit was laying there on the ground. She was in there. And the little lady was too deep in her beauty sleep to realise what he was doing. All he had to do was grab the gun and shoot. Pull the trigger. He's done this so many times.

He got up from the bed, as softly as he could to not wake her up. With a few quick steps, he was where his suit was. Where Maria was. Bending over softly, he reached into the inner pocket, feeling the cold metal against his fingertips. Beautiful Maria, as cold as ever.

His hand knew how to hold her. Muscle memory. They both knew each other so well. Maria perfectly matched him. He lifted the gun up, pointing her at the Courier. His little pussy cat. Let's hope she'd already run through her 9 lives since he last saw her. The bullet was aimed straight her. Now all that was left was to pull the trigger.