A New Leader

Part Six : Ramble

We sat around the fire, the vault hunters wouldn't be here for at least an estimated week. It seemed that Jack wouldn't be appearing any time soon and that he was just leaving us out in the dark, I sighed kinda wishing that I stayed back at the camp but there was really no going back yet. I listened to the other men talk amongst themselves as they sat comfortably in front of the fire, but I couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness and realizing what I had actually gotten myself into.

I really made the first impression on Jack, seeming weak and unresponsive to his authority, if he were to kill us when this is over then I'm the first one to go. My hero, my idol, the man I basically gave my life to probably thinks I'm a weak bandit who's gunna get killed off. I looked at Bone Head, nodding in his direction to show that I was going to bed, I didn't want to think about this any further and I wasn't hungry.

He nodded back as I made my way towards the hut where my cot was, this was worse than the bed back at the camp. I pulled my bag out from under the cot before taking my mask off and placing it in there right on the top, I finally took in a deep breath and let my face breathe. I sat on the ground and let everything become clear, my site, my breathing, and even my taste as my mouth went dry under the mask. There was knock against the door frame.

"What's up?" I asked as I rummaged through my bag for my lock box.

"Listen cupcake," my eyes widened, "today shtick was cute, but you really need to get your head in the game and pay attention when I'm talking." Jack spoke as if he was pertaining to right now as well.

I quickly put on my mask and turned back around, looking at the man who leaned up against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed frustrated but content in the same manner, he made me feel very unsettled as he stood their looking me up and down. I was at a loss for words and just stood there looking at him, trying to find anything to fall out of my mouth.

"I-I'm sorry." I spoke through my muffled mask.

"Don't worry about it cupcake," he walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, "just listen to me next time, ok?" He tilted his head.

"Yes sir." I nodded my head.

"Good, ciao." He shook me from my shoulders before walking out of my hut.

I let out a large breath and collapsed on my cot, I removed my mask once again and put it in my bag before taking out some new bandages and replacing the old ones. The wound formed a scab but while I was wearing my mask it would create a lot of condensation so keeping it wrapped up was my best bet. I put the old bandages in a waste bin under my cot and pushed it back under, I felt my head pounding.

Handsome Jack seems to be getting closer than I'd like him to be since I was always at a loss for words when he was around, I seems to have planned this out a lot better in my head. He's intimidating and after what I had done, I don't think he'd appreciate it too much if I had a full fledged conversation with him about how successful he was and how I could do the same. He would probably think that I'm trying to over throw him, I really should've thought this through a little more better, applied it to real life and not my imagination. But me being dumb ass bandit, I thought quickly and made a brash decision.

I pulled my sniper out from under my bed and put it in front of my bag, my choice of weaponry for tomorrow. Maybe something good will happen and I can redeem myself through this baby, I highly doubt it but one can obviously dream. A bandits gotta redeem themselves somehow.