Pleasure and Pain

Chapter 5

[Present day]

The feeling of sore muscles overwhelmed her as soon as she got up out of her crouched position. Leaning on the rock to support her weight, she gasped out loud in annoyance. Reality struck her, when she finally connected all the dots and blurred lines; the legion wouldn't rest until she was dead.

All because she refused to play for their team; the platinum chip was still in her possession. It was thoughtfully tucked in her bra, so she was certain it would never get stolen from her, as long as she kept it on.

Sometimes she remembered the way she'd gotten it. It was thanks to him. Benny. They'd made a deal to rule the Strip together, end all the corruption for once and for all by making it individual. Although Lucy had to admit, she wasn't certain Benny had the same image in mind as her; Benny was a controlling motherfucker who wanted everything for himself. But perhaps, if he would let her, she could fix that in him. She could keep him in line, keep him under her control. 

Yeah. She could fix him. Benny knew that, too.

So the fucker left.

He fled. Like always.

Infact, he was so caught up in his joyful thoughts, he hadn't even bothered to check his pockets for the platinum chip; Lucy had swapped them when he'd been asleep, replacing the platinum chip with a silver, fake chip of his own precious Tops casino. The fucker had left her a note in the morning, promising her to take her out on a date with him.

A fucking date. Always a hilarious, charming fuck. Typically Benny, to make empty promises he wasn't going to keep to save his own goddamn life. And it showed, considering Lucy was on her way to save his sorry ass, even though he didn't deserve it.

Lucy often thought about the promise they'd made eachother a few months ago. She got to end it all, and walk away with her hands clean. It was most likely the reason behind her obsession of saving Benny; that kill was hers to take. Noone had the right to take that away from her. The idea of that closure being stolen away from her made her more anxious than anything. It was her thrive, and what kept her at bay.

The desert sand stuck to her bare feet when she dragged her exhausted body up the hill. Her mind was spinning in loopings as she tried to think of a proper way to approach this problem. A solution, so to speak, because really, what chance did she and Boone stand against those roman puppet ass-fucks?

They wanted her dead, she would be. Not without a fight, she hummed in thought. Not going down without taking atleast a few dozen of them with me. 

"Boone?" Lucy called out, noticing how hoarse her voice sounded because of the heat. She moved further upwards to the small camp, eyes scanning the area quickly. A few seconds passed before she heard the sound of someone rummaging through a backpack. 

When her eyes darted towards the familiar figure, she sighed in relief. Boone, noticing he was being stared at, jumped up with his weapon ready. As soon as he realized it was just Lucy, he rolled his eyes and sheathed his 10 mm pistol in its original place. "What's up?" he wondered stupidly, looking away from Lucy's naked body. "I was, er, just trying to find some new clothes." he announced dryly, taking the pile of folded clothes off the ground and handing it over to her. 

Lucy ignored his awkward expression and quickly hauled herself into the merc adventurer clothing. She then grasped her old sheriff jacket that was thrown over a chair. "Pack your shit. Now." she commanded firmly, strapping herself into her weapon belt. Meanwhile, she felt the environment change because of her words; Boone wasn't stupid. "Legion?" he guessed after a few minutes of silence. 

No. He wasn't stupid indeed.

"Yup." she answered casually, looking around the place once more. "Where the fuck are my cigarettes?!" she yelled out in frustration, emptying her backpack with a slight panicked expression. She felt the emotions in her head piling up; it was becoming too much. Her sanity was already slipping away, thanks to the asshole who fucked up her life. The fact that she was even willing to risk her life to save him.

Pathetic, she thought. I'm weak and pathetic.

"Chill, Luce. I kept them for you in case, well, this would happen." he scoffed, waving his hand at the woman who'd thrown all her belongings on the ground without a care. When she looked up and noticed the familiar box of cigarettes in his hand, she started to stuff her bag with all clothing, ammo, food and all else that was scattered on the ground. When she was finished, she hoisted the backpack over her shoulders, grabbed the pack of cigarettes from her companion and plucked a cigarette out of the box. She then lighted it quickly, inhaling to stimulate the burning end. 

"Let's go." Lucy said with a curt no towards their headed direction. Boone sighed with a slightly frustrated expression, nevertheless he obeyed.

Because he too, knew, that Lucinda was a disaster waiting to happen.