Benny - Fallout: New Vegas

Eight

Confusion.

What the actual fuck?

Anger.

What the fuck!?

Fear.

Fuck.

Benny looked up at his hand, his empty hand. A gulp stuck in his throat. He didn't dare look up but he knew he would have to. Time seemed to be frozen at that moment. It would only resume once he looked up. Why can't he just stay like this forever?

No. That's not what he wanted. The tension was unbearable. He couldn't continue like this any more. Where was the escape key? Couldn't he just quit this game? But this was no game. This was life. Or least, for a few more moments.

Just. Calm. Down.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Ever so slowly, he moves his eyes up, still not wanting to move his head.

The courier. The fucking courier stands their with a gun, his gun, his Maria, pointed at his head. He has never felt worse in his life. 

How has it come to this? A month ago, he had gotten rid of this pathetic woman, this useless bitch. Everything was fine. He was waking up with hangovers, with no memories of what had happened the previous, hookers in his bed and poker chips littering the place. Everyday. He had such a relaxing life. Sure, he had to do his big boss stuff but that was part of the job. This wasn't.

He had killed her. We've established this so many times. But here she was. With the gun at pointed at him. Oh how the tables have turned. Karma is a bitch. Everyone knows this. But this, this is absolute fucking bullshit. 

Lovely Maria. He had held her so tightly to his chest. Protected her with his life. He never knew she would do this to him. That fucking bitch. It's the courier's fault. None of this would've happened if she fucking died.

Why? 

He didn't miss. At point blank's range, impossible. He had made sure she was dead. Maria? Had she failed him, only to betray him now? What was this? What was happening? 

Please, let me wake up.

Wake up now or you never will again.