Wasteland

Blackjack

Most people prefer to band together when a crisis happens, but I'm not other people. Most people take one look at my home and think of it as prison but to me, its paraidse - with explosions. 

Anyway, I prefer to live out of town, not from exile, just cause its easier. You don't need friendships to survive. Thats what my horse is for. Blackjack is a slick black stock horse, faster than any american mule and smarter than half the people here. 

Doing dangerous things on a horse is fun, backflips and just standing up. The occasional after hours of freedom, of course freedom is harder to hold onto when you live on a cliff. But nobody tells me what I can and can't do. 

I tie Blackjack up to a post in the shadows and sneak inside the town, breaking into the shops window silently, looking for parts. I just hear the tap of wood before something smacks me hard on the back of the head. 

I hold my head as pain shoots through my brain, I collect myself quickly. That's when an awful smelling rag covers my mouth and nose, knocking me out. Must of been short because when I awake, Blackjack's letting them have it, snorting and bucking the attacker in the jaw. 

I smirk, whistling. He stops and I lead him out of town, escaping with what I came for. I hop on his back and we take off, heading to my home, farthest house from anywhere near anyone. Having to jump over large pits of cacti and over large rocky roads. 

I slowly put him in his pen with my other horses, Emma and Cloud. I get to work on my new gun, adjusting and tightning parts. Most gals want to be hitched, but I'm perfectly fine working on parts by myself. Men are stupid anyway. 

I hear a knock at my door, as I shift my goggles from my eyes to my head, I blink for a few minutes and get up. I open the door, "Oi, Fawkes. you got a reason to be here?" I growl, knowing I could pop his stomac full of led and not care. "Yeah...uh... My detonator seems to have stopped working... was wondering if you could help me with that. you being a reapir nerd and... all" He says, slightly nervous.

I frown slightly from irritation, "I could be hung for helping you with something stupid as a detonator, Fawkes." I growl, my horse snorting with an unamused look in his eyes. I sigh, looking side to side, "Fine. Let me see what the problem is." I say, extending my hand to take it. 

He hands me it and I get to work, "You clicked it too hard, you popped a wire... Thats pretty simple to fix." I shrug, getting a new wire, after cleaning the mess of wires. "I still question how you built these...with your mentality and all-" I say, "Whats that supposed to mean?!" He says, lightly irritated, "It means your dumb." a deep voice calls from the door.

"Oi, Mako. He rope ya into this, did he?" I ask, "Yes. Sadly." he groans. I jab Fawkes in the side with my elbow, hard. "Oww!" He whines, I smirk as I repair the wire. "There. Now get out." I say, trying to push them both out.

"Don't we need to pay you?" Fawkes asks, " You can later, now get lost." I say, closing the door. I go back to working on my gun before I head off to bed. Some idiots think I'd have a crush on that idiot, Fawkes. One, no. I may have done illgeal  things but never him. Two, I prefer guys in my IQ range, Three, okay..maybe he's kinda cute- no. He's gonna get himself killed.

Four, he's a mess. I mean, we all are but he goes up and beyond most things, he is one of the most wanted and to be shot on sight. What I did could of gotten my associated with that mess. 

And thats one problem I don't need. 

But I do like solving problems and always thinking. Life's a little boring.