The Good and the Bad ~aarmau/borderlands AU~

~Bullymong~

*Play Song*

"Oh, fuck." Laurence whispers from his perched position atop the Caravan, watching in horror from a distance, as a singular, yet substantial hit to the right side sends the convoy plummeting to the unforeseeable darkness below. 

His eyes are like daggers as he glares down the perpetrator. It was a full-grown Bullymong, a four-armed, ape creature on steroids. It's whole body adorned by a thick dull grey coat to bear the relentless cold of the Tundra. It stands victorious, atop the track bridge, throwing two of its gargantuan arms into the air, bellowing an earth-quaking roar. 

Though what completes the transition of Laurence from rage to concern is the fact, that Bullymong isn't the only one. There are at least five different roars which Laurence can recognize, all of them distancing themselves as they jumped after the fatal train. 

"Come on Lucy...come on..." He murmurs under his breath, peering through the advanced 8x scope atop his rifle, but it isn't strong enough to surpass the darkness. 

That is until he sees a literal light of hope, a gathering blurry ball of red energy bleaching the darkness around it. 

"AAAHHHHHHHH!" Lucinda wails, her eyes smoldering with red as she screeched out a glass-shattering cry, her whole body radiating a crimson red as she took everything within her to lift her hands up shakily and slowly as if she was lifting the sky back up. 

Her efforts do slow the descent of the falling tube, but it is not enough, everyone bracing themselves for impact as the gravity takes control. Aphmau in Aaron's strong, familiar embrace, both of them squinting their eyes shut in preparation, ready to feel the blow. 

It was indeed powerful, enough to fully rattle and even inflict some injuries upon the occupants, but the gathered snow acted as a cushioning savior at the bottom of the cavern, lessening the blow enough to keep the majority of them safe.  

As soon as the convoy comes to a complete stop, Lucinda's eyes lose their glow and she collapses on the spot, Travis luckily there to catch her before she and the floor made contact. 

"Is e-everyone okay?" Roland staggers to his feet, a notable gash running down the length of his mocha cheek. 

"Yeah...I-I think so." Lilith says, taking quick surveillance of her comrades, but not without an evident limp in her right foot. The crew shares a relieved exhale until they hear Aphmau's shrieking. 

"A-Aaron?...Aaron...AARON!" Aphmau shakes her husband slightly, his unconsciousness sending her spiraling as she screams her husband's name. He had taken the brunt of Aphmau and his's fall, and it shows, as her unsteady hand palms his cheek in desperation, tears sprouting quickly in anguish. 

"Dude...." Travis utters softly, bending a knee at his friend's side. "You gotta wake up man. Don't do this." 

The air soon shares an ominous tone as Aphmau doubles over the love of her life's limp body. Whispering the words, 'I'm sorry, baby...' almost too many times. 

Her head then whips back as she shouted to the heavens, her voice seemingly heightening as it too carried an unknown formidable strength, the group feeling it deep within their hearts.  

"GAH WHAT THE HELL!" Yells a voice in terror, Aphmau's supersonic scream resolving as the once limp figure in her arms shuffles and lurches up, his eyes wide with horror. 

He seems almost confused at the group's relief, Aphmau's grateful smile distracting him, as he had forgotten just how beautiful she could be when she smiled.

"What....happened?" Aaron arches an eyebrow at his companion's expressions, Aphmau answering his inquiry with an ecstatic, yearning hug, Travis slapping a firm clasp on his boss's shoulder, saying: "You're alive, man....that's what happened...."

As Aaron is about to ask again, still bewildered beyond belief, but he is cut off by yet another effective blast to the side of the convoy, the Bullymongs back to play once again.

Have a nice day my crystals!