Into The Wasteland

Chapter Three

Savage didn't even flinch, much to her surprise. The shotgun didn't even fire, just clicked uselessly. In a rage Savage whipped around with her largest knife and took a swing at the person holding the shotgun. He had a metal mask attached to his face and a wild look in his eyes; it was the blood bag from the war boy's car. And attached to the chain connected to the blood bag's muzzle was the war boy himself. He wasn't moving. He was dead.

The blood bag didn't duck quick enough and got the side of his face sliced open. He growled and tackled Savage to the ground. They wrestled around, the wives standing idly by watching the fight. Savage couldn't get a hold of her shotgun, which had been knocked from her hand when the blood bag had tackled her. The poor war boy's body was being dragged around by the chain as Savage wrestled the large man.

Savage sucked in a breath as the man got on top of her and held one of her knives to her throat.

"Keys," he demanded gruffly. Savage had no choice but to hand over her keys. She saw the wild look in his eyes. He wouldn't hesitate to kill her. "Water," he glared at the wives. The golden haired girl slowly walked over and hesitantly handed him the hose. The man drank his fill and then threw the hose down into the sand. He gestured for another girl to bring him the bolt cutters. The man tried to cut the muzzle from his face. Then all of a sudden he was tackled off of Savage.

Furiosa was on top of him. Savage scrambled to her feet and picked up her shotgun, ready to shoot him, when a white hand grabbed onto her wrist; it was the war boy.

"Don't shoot him". Savage was shocked. He was alive.

"Why not?" Savage demanded as she took aim again.

"He is my blood bag. I need him. Please," the war boy begged softly. Hesitantly Savage lowered her gun. Furiosa and the man were still wrestling. The wives were running towards them.

"What's your name war boy?" Savage asked as she holstered her gun.

"Nux," he replied, dusting off the leather jacket he was wearing as he rose to his feet.

"Get off of her!" the wives grabbed onto the chain connected to the man's mask and pulled on it, which pulled him off of Furiosa and dragged Nux back down to the ground. Savage pulled out her shotgun again and aimed it directly at the blood bag.

"Don't. Move," Savage growled as Furiosa climbed to her feet, giving Savage the smallest of nods. "Cut the war boy free," Savage demanded the wives. They did as they were told, wary of the shotgun Savage held.

"Why are you doing this?" Furiosa asked as she slowly backed towards the war rig. Savage turned her shotgun on Furiosa, who stopped moving instantly.

"I got called into war, and that's what I am doing, even if it is for Immortan," Savage spat the last part like it was a bad taste in her mouth.

"If you hate him, why would you do him a favour?" Capable asked slowly.

"Because..." Savage didn't know what to say. "They will have me killed if I don't".

"But aren't you the Gastown Race champion?" the girl with short dark hair asked. "Surely they wouldn't kill the champion?"

"What do you think I risk everytime I race?" Savage snorted in amusement. "No one would care if I died". The whole group jumped slightly as they heard the distant howls of the Doof Wagon. Furiosa hurried the wives back into the war rig and climbed in as Savage rushed over and snatched her keys back from the blood bag, giving him a swift kick to the stomach for good measure. She raced back to her car and climbed in, starting up the roaring engine. Savage watched as the blood bag climbed onto the rig, which then left Nux all alone.

"Get in!" Savage called, the war boy jumping up onto the lancers perch as Savage slammed the gas pedal and sped off after the war rig.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was a smidgy bit longer :P