Fallout: NV Time to get a move along

Come and get me bitch!

The shot was taken. But it wasn't me he'd shot. "Damn bugs!" He snarled after he'd shot at the offending, infested flower pot on the nearby counter. I felt so relieved I could cry right now, but I kept my composure so far. "You know what, get your ass in the back room! On the bed now!" I didn't move an inch. "Move!" I raised my hands in surrender. "So you're a killer, a thief, a womanizer and now possibly a rapist.." By this time I stopped talking in that dumb accent and was using a heavy sarcastic tone. "Lady I will blow your brains out properly this time if you don't get that shapely ass moving!" He barked spinning the gun's barrel once again. "You think I didn't know your voice, your face? Just because I hadn't seen your whole face that time doesn't mean I don't know that you look like. I observe, you act the same ways you did. That gave you away. Oh and your little friends." He spit in a nearby trash can. "They've been caught. They are being arrested as we speak. Now tell me why you've returned. To correct a wrong?" He grabbed my arm and shoved me forward. "Not on my watch." By this time I had spun around without thinking properly and snapped a leg up kicking the gun out of his hand. It flew across the room and thudded against the clean, beige wall. "Fuck!" He shook his hand to will the pain away, gritting his teeth. I balled my fists and put Sully and The sisters' skills to work. I didn't know exactly what I planned to do anymore, but I'd figure it out. My right fist snapped out and clipped him in the jaw. Then my knee to his stomach. With both strikes his body jerked violently. "You little dirty broad." In return a hardened fist smashed into the side of my face. I took it, my head snapping over with the impact. The strike did not knock me over but it hurt. Indeed it did. "Tough cookie you are." He struck again but this time I moved at just the right moment that his hand crossed over the space my face was in. I smashed my hardened palm into his nose. Blood soon followed. "Shit!" I gritted my teeth smacking, stomping and punching him to a pulp. He even gave a good bit out. He tackled me onto the couch strangling me, my breath left in the two seconds it took to get my small body down. He was a big man. He squeezed harder and harder, I frantically reached around for a makeshift weapon. I found nothing immediately. At the last moment when the bright lights began to fade my hand had brushed an empty , half cracked whiskey bottle under the couch. The glass shattered against his face in a beautiful explosion. He bellowed in pain as I regained my breath pushing him off. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU GODDAMN WHORE I'll kill you!" He crawled to the other side toward the forgotten gun, blood waterfalling from his face wound, and I flipped over the couch catching it before he did. He had grabbed my ankle and bit as hard as he could to make me drop the gun. "Oh FUCK!" I screamed, tears streaking my face from the sharpness of his teeth. I cocked the gun and shot him in the left shoulder. "AW YOU BITCH!" He rolled over onto his back grabbing his new wound. I kicked him in the jaw again and again and a third time as well. By this time he was in shock from so much pain. I had pointed the gun directly at the very spot my scar was in. "D-do it! C'mon! You don't have the balls to!" He spat, shaky with the rapid lose of blood. The blooming red on is checkered coat brought my attention there briefly. "Kill me! That's what you want! But even if you do, my boys will take you out when you hobble your little salty ass back into the hall." My hands began to sweat, shaking with the adrenaline. Then I realized he was most likely right. With both situations. I couldn't kill him, much less escape without getting killed myself. With a hesistant voice and unsteady arm "I'll risk it." I husked. My trigger finger grew itchy and I pulled looking away, closing my eyes as well. When the gun went off I felt the warm splatter of his bodily fluids spray my legs and a little hit my face. Immediately I dropped the gun jumping away frantically wiping at the blood in disgust. I just killed someone! Tears stung my eyes, my hand covered my mouth and I felt bile rise in my throat. I threw up at the sight of his mutilated head. I had to get out of here. I was on my way out when I had a little vision of why I was here in the first place. The thing I was carrying on that day. The big, shiny casino chip. Where is it? I had no time to look around the when the handles to the double doors began to jerk violently. "Open up! We know you're in there Miss!"