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| Innocent lives, Guily World.; A short story on a part in Finns life. I’m sure there is spelling errors, sorry. | |
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Innocent Lives, Guilty World. Finn kicked a stone aside as the sun beat down on him. Sweat ran down his face and stung at his eyes. He looked up at the withered trees, the bodies swinging slowley from side to side, like one of those old holotapes about “ Mind Reading “. Suddenly, the silence was broken as a tank of a man brought his fist swiftly into his companions gut. “ AAARGH.. “ The man strung up next to him issued a cry like a pirate, his body convulsing as if trying to get away from the punch. Finn looked at him passively. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this, so why fight? His new friend had tried. His leg was still dripping blood from the mutated hound. Which was currently licking it up. His eyes wandered back to the dessert land scape before him. His eyes watching the sand blow from the winds. “ Come on.... what’d I even do? Please just.... let me go! “ That was lefty. He’d been here a few hours. Didn’t know that after a while, your hands would just go numb, so he always complained. Of course he’d die with that look on his face, fear, confusion, a dumb hope. He could only be 16, not even a hair on his chin. He started crying. Finn turned away at this point, but where to look? Forward was unhopefulness of the land, nothing for miles. Right was his impending death, left was deep sorrow... so he just looked down. His boots covered in dried blood, and probably the brown stuff was shit. Last guy got a little to noisy... and you know the rumor, that after you die... anyways. There he was, looking down at his ugly boots, wrists bound by ropes and hanging a foot off the ground. He wondered how he got himself into this situation.... it was probably when he shot that guy. [ 2 Days Earlier ] Finn climbed the steps of the warehouse, metal stairs creaking beneath him. He was meeting this guy, Gerald, for a job. He didn’t like getting jobs from this guy, he was a prick and everybody knew it. Everybody hated him for it. But that didn’t mean they didn’t fear him. And better that he do the jobs then witless thugs that’ll always go to far. What’s a few broken limps here and there? You’ve got five children, why not four? Yea better he talk them into paying.... they’d pay in the end anyways. He reached the last step with the words, “ Necessary Evil “ on his mind. He pushed the heavy metal red door aside and stepped into the low light room. There sitting in a creaky chair was Gerald, crooked teeth set in a crooked smile. His dumb face pushed into a dumb smile. His two thugs stood on both sides, One was known, tall, black and stony face. He was well known, he punched in more faces then half of Gerald whole gang combined. The other was just one of another thug. Gerald looks at him and speaks up, the dumb smiling asshole. “ Well Well Well... if it ain’t Finn... back again eh? Spent all your dirteh caps did jah? “ he said Finn Replyed. “ ‘Course I am, have to pay for all those hookers somehow right? “ Finn played off a laugh, whether Gerald was to dumb or didn’t care, it looked like he bought it. “ Damn right! I’m glad your here Finny Finn. I need someone with... your skills... to get something from somebody. He’s been a partner for a while now, but he’s backin out. And we can’t have that.... “ Gerald’s face looks unfocused for a second, before he smiles again and looks at Finn. “ So, simple as this. Go there, show him why it’s in his best interest to keep cooking for us eh? Like a good dog. Go.” Gerald waved him away and Finn didn’t wait. He backed up and turned to exit. Following the long stairs again. He reached the ground level and followed the wall towards the rusty door, pushing it open and letting the suns heat wash over him. He shielded his eyes and adjusted his holster. Running his finger along his revolvers handle. He’d have to walk into town, not a hard walk, but the looks he got was bad enough. Everyone knew who he worked for. Everyone saw the blood on his hands, even if he washed them everyday. He walked the dusty trail towards the bar. Gerald didn’t actually say who needed convincing, but the whole gang knew that Doc Rust cooked up chems for them. He himself, also knew that the lab was located before Nancy’s bar. He walked into the bar, a few men were drinking old whisky. Expensive in these parts, but Nancy was soft for a bar owner. He walked up to the counter. “ Hey Nancy, pretty lady.... need to talk to you for a bit. “ Nancy turned, she was a looker... kinda girl Wastelander dreamed of in their darkest hour. Or any hour really. “ Course hon! Whatcha need? “ “ Oh Nancy, wish I was here on better terms, but I need.... I need access to the cellar. Catch my drift? “ Finn twisted the cloth hem of his shirt, he always did when talking to Nancy. Nancy frowned slightly, her pretty face looking sad. Finn hated when it looked sad. “ Ah Finn... you know Doc don’t want anybody down there... and you know he’s, ya know... working. “ She put infisis on working, Finn supposed she was trying to hint at his Affiliation with Gerald. No need there. “ I’m here on work business, so it’s ok. “ He winked at her slyly, if times were better, they mighta gotten together. And if Finn could ever work up the courage to ask her out. She cast a worried look but nodded slightly. “ well... of course for you Finn. “ She beckoned him over the bar counter, and he vaulted over. Amidst the bottles lining the shelf was a small round metal handle, if you didn’t look, you wouldn’t see it. She glanced around at the patrons drinking, and seeming satisfied, lifted up a hatch. She climbed down a short rickety ladder and Finn followed. Below was a low room filled with supplies. Old bottles and food. A skeleton clutched a large sword, tattered red clothes hung on his white bones. Next to him, was a door. As Finn looked from the skeleton to the door, a loud explosion was heard, along with a, “ Atoms ass! “ Finn smiled grimly and walked towards it, Nancy waved faintly and climbed back up through the hatch. Finn placed three loud knocks on the door, and somebody responded, “ Who is it? “ The faint sound of wood scraping metal was heard, Finn guessed that Doc just armed himself with a bat. “ It’s just me Doctor, Finn. “ “ Ah Finn, my friend, hold a on a second, I’ll open the door. “ A lock was turned and a bolt was pulled back, and the door cracked open slightly, Finn stepped in and glanced at the surroundings. A crowded room filled with lab equipment that a Wastelander could find in a clinic, along with a shoddy workstation made for cooking Chems. A tanned man sat in a low rolley chair, looking at Finn. His hair was in dreadlocks and he had scratched glasses on. His eyes were a mud brown and his hands were scratched and scared from burns and cuts. He was skinny and medium height, he wore a slightly tattered but somewhat clean lab jacket, he wear regular wasteland pants and shoes. He had a grin on his face. “ Finn! So happy your here, been meaning to get out and see you friend! What brings you? “ Finn smiled back, but it was nervous and did not reach his eyes. “ Glad to be here Ruste... ‘Xept I’m not here on good terms... “ The Doctors grin faltered and he took off his glasses, cleaning them with out looking. He spoke with a slightly sad voice. “ Ah, here on business right? Yea then I know why your here... but you can... can go somewhere else! “ Finn was surprised, as he never knew Ruste to be anything but, well, cowardly. Doc Rust stayed in his bunker for fear of the outside world, and he always worked for Gerald. Finn had thought that Gerald was being a little dramatic when he said that the Doc had stopped cooking, assuming that he was just late on an order. But something else was happening. “ Come on Ruste, just give me the order, if it ain’t done.... then I’ll tell Gerald to lay off. “ Doctor Rust scoffed. “ Lay off.... He’s more likely to laugh and shoot you then lay off. And I’m.... I’m serious this time Finn. I ain’t cooking for that surface devil. I ain’t. “ Finn frowned and pulled up a broken chair from the corner, sitting down and saying, “ What’s gotten into you Rust? I’ve never known you to refuse Gerald? “ “ yea well.... if you knew... well if you knew what I knew, you’d be finding a different boss. “ “ Well what’s the big deal? “ “ Other then him being a thug? Pushing chems? This time it was Finns turn to scoff. “ As if that ever stopped you before! Come on, just tell me. “ Doctor Rusts cowardis showed as he looked down at his shoes. Putting his glasses back on and waving away Finns question. “ I don’t know.... he’d kill me if he heard I was being unloyal. “ “ Well he’ll kill you if you don’t make chems! “ Rust started talking but stammered, for a second he didn’t say anything. And both he and Finn sat in silence. “ Well... yesterday.... I finished up the jet, and I went to deliver it all. “ Finn nodded. “ And... and when I got there... I saw Gerald talking to some kids, no older then 10, the both of them. He was smiling and looking at all over the kids. Well then he said something, and one of the kids jumped back from him. Then he got angry, and I actually started hearing his shouts... he said, ‘ Well let me just get a peak! ‘ and... well I didnt know what to do. So I just stood there. And suddenly, he pulls out a gun! “ Doctor Rust started tearing up, unusual for a normal Wastelander, but Ruste was an emotional guy. “ A-and then he... shot shot him! Both of em! Killed them both.... just kids Finn, just kids! “ Finns eyes blazed with anger, he knew Gerald was an asshole, but what he asked those kids... said something entirely new of that prick. And killing kids? Alotta stuff happens in the Waste. But killin a kid can’t be justified. And two, no less. He stood up and clenched his fists. “ Your... your not joking around are you Ruste? Cause if this is some stupid joke.... “ Finns sentence died off, he knew Rust wouldn’t joke about this. He suddenly heard a creaking outside the room. And Nancy’s voice spoke out. But it was tense and.... off. “ Finn.. are you in there? “ Finn put a finger to his mouth at Rust and pulled out his revolver. A frightening thought came to him. Had Gerald seen Rust? “ Yea I’m in here... why don’t you come in? “ “ I- just come out here yea? “ A new voice cut it, gruff and sounding like it came from a pile of bricks. “ Yea. Why don’t you and The Doc come out? Now. “ Nancy suddenly let out a sniffling cry and Finn became aware that Nancy probably had a gun to her back. He griped his revolver tightly and pushed open the door. Keeping his gun hidden behind it. The sight that greeted him set a fire deep in him. Nancy, silent tears running down her face, with one of Gerald’s thugs holding a sawed off pump shotgun to her head. He smiled stupidly and said, “ Now how bout the Doc? “ Finn face set into a grim look. He looked at Nancy then at the sword. Their eyes met and he tilted his head, ever so slightly to the skeleton. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “ Stop movin wench! “ Finn nodded slightly and then said, “ Let her go and we’ll come out. “ He looked at him dumbly before smiling again and saying, “ Yea... Yea ok. “ Finn nodded and cocked his revolver, before pushing the door open roughly and shouting out “ NOW! “ Nancy dropped toward the sword, the thug was to stupid to act right away, but he aimed his gun at Finn eventually, but suddenly, the rusted tip of a sword appeared through his throat, and Nancy let out a deep sob. The gun fell to the ground and let out a shot, destroying a shelf of bottles. Finn rushed towards Nancy, putting his hand on her shoulder. She paid him no mind and continued crying. He let out a sigh and cast his eyes to the Doctor, who was standing in the doorway with a shocked look. Finn said nothing but waved for him to follow, climbing up the hatch, and peeking over the bar. [Perception Six] He saw that the patrons were all face down, Sleeping he guessed. And a thug prowled the bar, baseball bat in hand. When the idiot passed Finn for the fourth time, Finn quickly and quitely vaulted over the Counter. And snuck up on him. [Agility Six] He pulled out his baseball bat and brought it down on his head. Savagely. [Strength 10] The man fell to one knee and let out a confused pained, and garbled cry, “ Aaah! “ As Finn struck his head over and over again. Blood dripping from his bat, he turned the body over. He already pretty much knew, but he had to make sure. It was Gerald’s thug. He thought.... maybe a rival... but no. His face adopted an angry scowl and he kicked the body onto its belly again and went over to the hatch again. “ You can come out Rust. It’s clear. “ Rust climbed out of the hatch and adjusted his glasses. “ W-what do we do? I mean we have to leave right? Take Nancy too? “ Finn sighed and rubbed his forehead. This place had been his home for atleast a year. He didn’t want to move again. “ Yea. We’ll have to. But first, we can’t let Gerald get away with this. Not this time. “ Finn gestured with his bat at the, now obvious, dead patrons. Rust looked scared and hurriedly said, “ Finn no! Your the only good thing in this town! Gerald will Skin you and throw you to the geckos! “ Finn shook his head and simply said, “ Get Nancy. Take her out of here, maybe stay at one of the abandoned buildings close by, I’ll meet you after. And if I’m not back.... just, just run. “ Rust opened his mouth as if to speak but stoped. He nodded and put his hand out to shake. Finn shook it and patted him on the shoulder. He vaulted again over the counter, making his way to the door. He pushed it open and stepped into the now quite streets. The people were all indoors, habit when Gerald’s thugs showed up. He kept his eyes on watch, any of Gerald’s thugs could pop up. And that’s just what one did. Leaning back against a withered tree, keeping watch no doubt. He spotted Finn. But was to late, Finn already had his revolver in his hand, popping off two quick shots. [ Perception Six, Revolving Killer, One Armed Bandit, Fast Shot ] The shots entered into the man at the torso, the force knocking him to the ground, his breathing stoped and his eyes glazed over, looking at the dirty sky. The sound rang out over the quite town. Smoke twirled from the barrel, and he kept walking. Although not all of the fights were that easy. Just a minute after the fucker dropped, three more took his place. Two axe wielding brutes, with one holding a shoddy pipe rifle. The brutes ran at him, stupid. He let out three more shots, [ Perception Six, Revolving Killer, One Armed Bandit, Fast Shot ] Hitting one of the brutes in the foot, sending him crashing down with a yelp, one missed, and the other hit the second brute in his shoulder. He cried out but kept approaching though. The rifle man started popping off shots, and forced Finn into cover. [Agility Six] He knew that that brute was still coming, and readied his pistol, And sure enough, when he popped his head into view, his brains got splattered on the dirt. Along with the strangled cries of the injured man, the gun shots kept firing. Finn took the time to reload, and waited for it... and there it was, the click click of an empty magazine. The rifle man cursed and started reloading, not bothering to duck behind cover. Finn popped up and fired a single shot [ Perception Six, Revolving Killer, One Armed Bandit, Fast Shot ] Hitting the man in his shoulder. He cried out and fell backwards. Finn got up and walked to the now crying foot shot man. He looked down at him in disgust and put a bullet in his head. Silencing him forever. He then walked over to the rifleman, cowering behind his cover of rubble. Unlike Finn, he had not bothered to have his gun at the ready. “ D-don’t kill me.... don’t kill m- “ Finn shot him too. His pleas cut short. Finn picked up his poor quality rifle and put it on his back, just in case. He started a jog to the warehouse base of Gerald. But his gut told him to be cautious, but his win, also told him that Gerald wouldn’t lay a finger on him before his head got blown off. How wrong he was. He made it to the door of the warehouse, it loomed over him, like a challenge. Finn was up to it. He kicked open the door, it wasn’t hard being frail, [Strength Ten] And fired off a shot. “ Alright Gerald! Get ou- “ That’s when the bat hit his head. [Two Days Later] He remembered now... he hadn’t even made it to Gerald’s office door, but atleast Ruste and Nancy got away... he hoped. The brute beating righty spat on the ground and turned to Finn. “ Gerald said that it was time to turn it up a notch. Said you didn’t seem like you were gettin the... jist of it. “ “ Fuck You. “ He let out a hearty laugh. “ Always were the rebellious kind. S’why Gerald wanted you with the Doc. Two birds, one bullet. Or something. “ He then proceeded to put his fist deep into Finns gut. It hurt like a Geckos bite on your privates, which is to say, horribley. It was like that for the next half hour. He stayed conscious the whole time. The metallic taste in his mouth was his blood, he knew that. He also knew, that one man can only take so many beatings. Finally the torture stopped, and Finns bloodied and bruised face was pulled up, forcing him to look at some, Gerald. Finn surprised himself by laughing, surprised Gerald too it seemed. “ Watch’a laughin for you psycho waster? “ Finn readied a response, his throat so dry it was like the wasteland before him. “ Laughin at your ugly fuckin face. “ The rig side of his head exploded with pain. The force of the knock actually caused his branch to swing and creak. Just a bit. “ Yea well who’s laughin now shithead? “ He elbowed one of his thugs. “ Look at this price of garbage. Waste! Shoulda taken care of you a long time ago Finny boy. But I’m too nice... “ he socked him in his groin, this time Finn couldn’t laugh it off. “ Now your seeing your uh, ‘predicament’, eh? Yea. Well it’s gonna hurt a whole lot more. Right now though, the Geckos are about to be out. We pull you up so you won’t die, but you might feel a little nibble in your feet. “ He started laughing and signaled for him and his men to depart. Finn looked at his backside and spat blood onto the dirt. In hindsight, that would probably attract more beasts, but he didn’t care. He started rising, his wrists burned. Lefty was wailing now. He was pretty sure righty was dead. He sighed and looked up at the sky. It was more blue then usual, maybe a sign? Whoever was looking down at him, or up at him, maybe just save him, this one time? But he kept waiting. [A Few Hours Later] Night had fallen, and it looked like one of the thugs was coming to check up on them. He had some sort of jacket on. White.... that must mean that Rust didn’t make it far... no wait... That was rust! Doctor Rust, rusty sword in hand was running towards him. Finn almost let out a cry, but knew that Rust was sneaking. But his smile showed it all, Rust got to righty first, cutting him down. His body flopped to the ground, Yea he was dead. But lefty was alive, and he was showing it. He spoke in a hurried whisper “ Get me! Hurry and cut me down! “ Rust nodded and cut Finn down, then he went to lefty. “ I’m going I’m going, we’ll get out out of here. “ Finn rubbed his raw wrists and stretched his arms and legs. Gerald hadn’t planned in his escape, so his Revolver and holster, along with his bat, sat in the dirt. Amidst other things. He strapped them on, and turned around towards lefty. “ what’s your name kid? “ He replies, “ Hen... “ “ like, the chicken? “ “ Yea yea... fuck you. “ He rubbed his eyes and sniffed. Finn rubbed his wrists again, and turned to Rust. “ Ok, you get this kid out of here, I’ll see to Gerald and his band of merry makers. “ Rust almost fainted from a kind of shocked outrage. “ Finn! Your gonna go after Gerald even though he just beat the stuffing out of you? “ Finn laughed harshly, and wiped the blood from his mouth. “ I’ll hunt that fucker till there’s a bullet snug between his eyes. And then some. “ He said as he hefted his bat ominously. Rust was speechless he stood there in the dark, the pale moonlight not bright enough to fully show his emotions. He lifted his hands but let them fall. “ Finn.... “ Finn turned and pointed in the warehouses direction. “ I will kill this man Rust. To long have I done his deeds, I must make up for that. I can’t just walk away. “ “ You never can. “ Rust didn’t say anything for a while. In fact the only reason Finn turned around was because Hen had stopped sniffling. Or rather he was no longer there to be heard. Finn looked around for the,, but stopped himself. Rust had taken him away, no doubt he couldn’t fathom Finn coming back from this. Finn fell into a rare moment of pure emotion, not the usual anger he felt. He sat down on a flat boulder and put his face in his hands. He let out a deep sigh and got back up. He headed down the road to the warehouse, deciding to not go in guns blazing like last time. He kept his bat in hand, sneaking as best he could. He snook around the outside of the warehouse, heading towards a rusted out hole. [Agility Six] He was not a complete fool at sneaking, but he didn’t do it often. He stepped on a piece of metal, causing bits of rubble to fly and back down hitting it. A quite clang echoed into the night. A guard perked up. “ Fuck was that? “ He cocked his shotgun as Finn quickly stepped up against the wall. He slowley walked by, watching the surroundings of the wall but not the wall itself. And when he passed, Finn brought his bat down with a crack. [Strength 10] He dropped to the ground with a thud. His head gushing blood. He let out quite moans until his life ended. Finn stepped into the now open door. The many shelves that held supplies pre-War still lingered, and Finn hid behind one as he heard two other thugs talking. “ boss finally strung up Finn. He had it coming. “ “ Yea that guy was always letting people off with warnings and shit. He’s not tough enough for this world. “ “ We should go piss on him. “ “ What? “ “ Nothing. “ They stopped talking and one apperntly went to speak with the man currently face deep in blood. As he walked by Finn again struck his bat down with a sickening twack. The man dropped like a sack of mutfruits. [Strength 10] But the other guy was too close to not hear and Finn heard again the chut-chut of a shotgun. “ Jonny? “ He dragged the body from view and waited for the pass. The man started walking by, and Finn brought his bat down on the back of his head. But the man turned quickly and caught the bat! He punched Finn in the face and he stumbled back. [Agility 6] He fell on his ass and kicked out towards the thug. He fell down too and Finn jumped on him, putting his hands in his neck and crushing. [Strength 10] The mans life drained from his panicked eyes, and Finn pushed himself away from the body. He touched his face gingery, his already brusied face was now bleeding. It stung like a bitch but Finn picked himself up. He picked up his bat but he knew that sneaking wasn’t going to do anymore. Besides, how many of these cronies could still be around? He unholstered his pistol and walked up the familiar stairs. The red door at the top held a different light then before. He held onto his pistol tightly and wiped his forehead of sweat. “ GERALD! ITS TIME! “ he kicked open the door [Strength 10] And was met with the sight of Gerald sitting in his chair, smug as can be. With his two body guards standing next to him, guns raised and pointed at him. Gerald spoke, “ Finn... I’m not going to ask how you got out. But I’m glad to see you here... see I didn’t want to take the path up here tomorrow to shoot you. “ Finn laughed “ Yea I’m sure you were just waiting for me to come over here. “ Gerald smiles widely. “ well regardl- “ Finn fired four bullets before anybody could even say “ SHIT! “ the body guard on the right dropped and the big one did too, but righty was the only dead one. Gerald fell backwards out of his chair with a “ Atoms Balls! “ As Finn dived into cover behind a fallen metal dresser. The big guard fired off a blast of shells with his shot gun and 5e metal cab it shuddered and the place where Finns Head was a second ago . He peaked up and fired off a shot. It thudded into Gerald’s desk and he cursed. Another gun entered the mix as Gerald fired off his 10mm machine gun. The bullets hit the metal cabinet and stoped before hitting Finn. They weren’t powerful enough to hit through it like a shotgun at close range. He waited for the big guy to reload and shot again, he cried out and fell backwards. But he was still alive. Gerald’s face showed his fear and he pulled put one of his more dangerous weapons, a 5 grenade cluster. Finn dropped back behind his cabinet and hurriedly reloaded his gun, but he dropped the gun into the floor and pulled out his bat. He looked up at the sky and prayed to what ever thing watched him. And when he heard Gerald say, “Bombs away!” He stood up and swung with all the might of Babe Ruth. [Agility Six] [Luck Three ] [Gecko Jesus’s Power) (<—- joke) By some miracle he hit true and the cluster sailed back towards Gerald. Time seemed to slow, Gerald’s eyes widened and his mouth opened to form the word shit, but he didn’t have time as the cluster exploded and the wall blew out. Blood splattered the ground and Finns hand hurt with pain, although it was dulled by adrenaline. He peaked over the cabinet and saw that the night sky peaked too. The guards body’s, or what remained, layed on the ground in pieces. The moonlight shined through and the sound of mutated Geckos sounded in the distance. Finn got up and went over the pile of wood that was Gerald’s desk. He wasn’t there... maybe he got blown into nothing. Or maybe.... no. Gerald wasn’t that good. Finn went to wipe his face of blood with his left hand, but when he wiped, it seemed to get more bloody. He looked down at his left hand and almost cried out. His pinky and tip of ring finger were gone. [Eight Days later] Finn layed down into the bed of the saloon and closed his eyes. His fingers were missed but he really only used one handed weapons. He didn’t know whether he’d see Doc Rust or Nancy ever again, but he knew he had saved them. That was enough. He drifted into the night. And miles away, Gerald snapped the neck of a unsuspecting women and dug in. Hard times had fallen on him. 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Finn Kingsley S: 10 P: 6 E: 8 C: 3 I: 4 A: 6 L: 3 One armed bandit! (Previously One Hander) Fast Shot Revolving killer He has a Rudimentary Revolver and baseball bat. Wasteland Rags, Metal Scrap Armor. | |
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