Reputation (Handsome Jack X Reader)

Chapter 2

I tried to push myself out from underneath the crushed metal, but it was no use. The trailer's collapsed walls and roof locked into every little nook and cranny above me, and sharp edges scraped against my bare legs. There wasn't enough room to slide out.

Wriggling around, I didn't realize how much worse that made things for myself. My arm was still bleeding, my vision was blurry, and my whole body was being cut and crushed.

"Hahahahah! That'll teach you to mess with our gang, Stealth Bandit! Skag-face!" a psycho screamed. He jumped down from the cliff, onto the fallen tree, and down to the ground. He walked toward me, bent down close, and stared at me through his V-painted mask. The smell of rotting flesh rolled off of him; I had to fight to not cringe at the scent.

"Where's my stuff, little girl?" he asked.

"D-Don't... have it..." I groaned.

The cloth bag with the stolen supplies was still slung around my shoulder and my neck. It was pushed backward and was hidden by a large slice of metal.

He sighed and hummed for a moment. Then he pulled out a large knife from his belt. "Guess I'll have to cut you up! Flesh soup!"

I blinked away the blurriness that came over me and struggled to free myself. He was getting closer. My own knife and pistol were still in their sheathes, but were right up against my body, and I couldn't reach them. My breathing quickened. My eyes blurred again from the panic. After all of the raids I've been through, I should've been able to find a way out of the situation, but my whole mind blanked out. I was defenseless. Vulnerable to anything.

I closed my eyes and went limp, stupidly hoping that the fake death was enough to buy some time. He didn't stop his action. The knife slowly began to graze against my bare right shoulder, drawing blood. A stinging pain shot through my arm as he lodged the knife deeper into my already-wretched body...

BAM

W-What was that?!

BAM, BAM

I... I don't feel any gunshot wounds...?

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM

The knife that the psycho was holding drooped, cutting down my shoulder and down my chest, leaving another large cut down my side, although not as deep as the throbbing gash in my left arm. How f*cking sharp was that thing?! No way a knife can slide and cut through skin so easily like that! Not that I know of... I should grab it when I free myself eventually. If I even live.

I opened my eyes. On the ground where I could see was a dead psycho. His head had five bullet holes in it, and his shattered mask lay next to his body. His chest had three spots that were bleeding heavily.

I looked up slightly to see a pair of yellow-orange shoes, and two pairs of gray shoes. The metal above my back prevented me from looking at the faces of whoever was standing there. I let a low growl rumble in my throat.

"Easy there, Tiger," a male voice responded. It faded slightly as he spoke again, probably turned to the others behind him. "Why don't you two useless pieces of shit help the girl out of that trailer?"

I saw the two pairs of gray shoes walk away and out of my view. The orange-shoed man took a few steps closer to me and squatted down. His pants looked new  and clean. He must be from some other planet.

"You alright, kiddo?"

I didn't know whether to respond or not. Who is this guy?!

"Hey! Answer me, Pandorian!" he shouted, slapping the side of my head, which then began to throb. "Are you alright? Who are you? Give me one good reason not to kill you too."

I closed my eyes and decided to make a conversation. "I'm The Stealth Bandit. And if you want to ask if I'm alright, I'd say look for yourself. I've got metal crushed over my whole body, had a sharp-ass knife paint a picture on my right side, a badly-wounded left arm, and thanks to you, a brand new headache. Not to mention my base is destroyed. I'm doing just fine, stranger! How are you?"

The man chuckled. "I'm doing fantastic... Stealth... Bandit. Right? You said your name was The Stealth Bandit?" He chuckled again. "Who named you, kid?"

"I... Um..." I stammered. "D-Do I know you?"

Suddenly, the crushed debris above my body was lifted and folded back. I instantly sat up on my knees and looked at the trailer. The two men in gray were using parts of the tree and other metal things to pull the metal away. I leapt off of the trailer step that I was lodged on. I landed on my hands and feet like an animal to the left of whoever this man was. Seeing my escape, I unsheathed my pistol and quickly let go two shots in the direction of the man while trying my best to run into the desert, but it only turned into a desperate crawl.

"Tiger, you can't run from me!" he called out, easily catching up to me with a quick sprint. He dropped his foot onto my back, pressing me down into the sand. I pointed the pistol straight at his left arm and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through the upper part of his arm and out the other side.

"Gah! You bastard! What the hell was that for?!" he shouted, grasping his arm as it bled. "Bandit," he groaned, "What the hell?! I wasn't going to hurt you or anything! Son of a-!" He groaned the last bit.

I turned around onto my back, sprawled on the ground. If something or someone were to shoot me, it wouldn't matter too much now. My limbs wouldn't carry me any farther. I finally looked up to see this guy's everything.

Just a bit of my soul left my body. I felt my eyes widen and my mouth drop open. I couldn't ever mistake those hinges and that fabricated face. I felt paralyzed. My voice only allowed me to whisper his name.

"H-Handsome Jack...?"