Benny - Fallout: New Vegas

Nine (Final)

"Look at me."

He struggled to give his eyes open the minute he laid them on that beautiful young woman he made live to. This pretty little girl he almost took pity on. He'd wish she do the same for him.

"Look at me. Now."

What can he do? He wouldn't be fast enough to get his Maria back but he could use his charm to distract her and flee. But Maria. Maria or life?

"I'm not going to hurt you. Just, look at me, please."

Her voice faltered on the last word. She didn't want to shoot him. He still had a chance to run, get away from this place, get away from her. He looked at her.

Dark eyes, staring so intensely at him. A shaky hand, pointing the gun at his face. It was almost cute to see her l standing, trembling, as she threatened his life.

All of his fear almost escaped him. Almost.

But it was enough for him to return to his usual charismatic manner. The broad smile he kept exclusive for broads once again plastered across his face. She still kept the gun exactly where it was. Grabbing it with both hands now. Shaky hands. Heavy breaths.

She blinked once. Blinked twice, trying to regain her composure. Trying to stay steady. She shifted in her spot, making herself taller. He did the same. Fight or flight? Primal instincts.

Moments passed. No one dared moved.

He still kept that fucking smile so wide. She focused and managed to regain her charm.

"Pretty little darling, put that gun down, will you?"

She only smiled back. The bitter taste covered completely in sugar.

"You wanna be careful with that, pussycat?"

There goes the safety. She was leeching his confidence each and every second.

"Say something, please."

Silence.

In a quick motion, she lifted her bare legs and kicked him back onto the bed. The gun was pointing directly at him now. Point blank range.

"You know, I was once in a situation like you, except even you had better odds."

He winced at her words.

"I was just kneeling, getting fucked over by some arrogant joker. You know the story so very well."

She wasn't giving him any mercy.

"I was shot, right there," she said as she pointed the gun closer to his head, "but I survived and look where we are now."

He should run. He should run, run far far away but he couldn't; she knew him too well.

"He told me something as he drove the bullet through my skull."

Maria, the only thing he cared about was pressed up against his forehead now. He could only see that fucking smile, his smile, painted over her face. It was over.

"And I'll say the same to you because darling, the truth is, the game was rigged from the start."