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Mutant Hunter-The Escape
Hank snatched his leather jacket from a shelf and headed towards the door. He was ready for some heavy-duty carnage. He had stopped caring about his own survival and was only thinking about vengeance. He was about to go down the corridor when Elsie grabbed his shoulder. He turned and sneered at her.
“ What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” He said, though clenched teeth.
“You… in no… shape to take on… Super-Mutants…” She said, though her combat helmet.
“You’re in no shape to stop me.” He said, turning away.
“No… but they are…” She said, pointing towards the guard-post. Hank, seeing though his rage, decided that she was right. He snarled and lowered his gun.
“Listen…we need to escape…” mumbled Elsie, struggling to stay conscious.
“No, what we need are stims.” Hank aid as he grabbed a dusty med.-kit from a shelf. He opened it up and searched through it. He pulled out a stim-pack and gave it to Elsie. She snatched it off him and injected it into her arm.
“Thank God,” She said after a few minutes. “I could use another one though.”
“Here,” Hank passed her the Med. Kit “Got anything to fix broken ribs?” Asked Hank, clutching his side. Elsie injected herself with another stimpack.
“No, but you can have some combat armour.” She handed him the broken chest piece of her armour and a roll of cloth. Hank said nothing, but nodded in thanks as he put the chest-piece over the broken ribs and secured it with the cloth.
“We have got to get out of this place, before they find us,” Elsie pointed out, in a matter-o-fact way. Hank just looked at her. “ So…err collect up anything useful. Like this Med. Kit ”
“Fine.” Hank said as they began rummaging through the shelves. Hank pocketed some stimpacks and a chest-piece of metal armour. The Armour was much thicker and bigger than normal armour. It had mechanics on the back as well. There was a small symbol on it as well. The Brotherhood of steel’s emblem. Hank almost dropped it as he realised that this was from a suit of power armour.
“Woah!” Hank said, in awe.
“What?” Asked Elsie, turning towards Hank.
“This is Power Armour!”
“So…” Asked Elsie, one eyebrow raised.
“Power armour! From the Brotherhood of steel! This stuff can come out of a fire-fight with a mutant army, un-scratched!”
“So? All the paladins have some…” Began Elsie.
“Hang on, you’re from the brotherhood?” Asked Hank, in confusion.
“Yes. Come on I don’t want to spend much more time in this place.”
“Wow…the Brotherhood? Don’t worry. I have a plan to escape easily.”
“Well? Feel free to tell me.”
“There’s a door leading to the outside. The mutants used it to get me into that cell, It’s locked but I can open it.” Hank said ignoring her and admiring the piece of power-armour.
“All-right. Get some more stuff and we can go.”
Hank slipped, with difficulty, into the Power armour chest-piece. He almost fell over.
Elsie looked at Hank again. He looked pretty strange wearing a huge shiny piece of Brotherhood power armour and leather. She thought he looked a bit like one of the knights when they played gridiron football, with all that huge armour, except the different colours and the power armour was much bigger.
“Why are you looking at me?” Asked Hank, interrupting her train of thought. She mumbled ‘nothing’ and then continued to look at him. She had obviously seen him before, but she hadn’t really taken a good look at him. He had two large, permanent scars on the right side of his face, over his eye but not going into the eye socket, Also he had large, purple, bruises all over his face and fresh, bloody, scratches. He wore mostly leather, except for his power armour chest piece and his black T-shirt, which was cotton or something. He wore a rugged leather jacket, equally rugged and dirty leather trousers and huge, heavy looking leather boots. His hair looked like it was once in military style, but now it was hanging down, but still quite short. It was a dark brown and also rugged and sandy. He had his M-16 slung over his back with a belt of ammo hanging out of it. His ripper, which was covered in thick, mutant blood with hanging into his belt, along with the recently scavenged stimpacks. The blood from the ripper was dripping slowly to the floor. She turned back to the shelf and continued looking for useful equipment.
Hank turned to her and said;
“I’m done. Are you?” Said Hank clutching his booty. A few more stimpacks, a cigarette lighter, a bottle of brandy and a power armour nav-computer. The Navigational computer used the distance between three brotherhood sensors to determine your location and plot it on a map of America, with cities marked on the map with their names and description. ‘Hank definitely didn’t know how to use it, but I can show him’ thought Elsie.
“Yeah. Here’s what I got.” She was holding a combat knife, a brotherhood ration pack and some medical supplies.
“Good. Follow m…” Hank began, but was interrupted by a loud shout came from down the corridor.
“Greg’s dead! Someone killed him!” A mutant shouted loudly. More shouts followed and Hank heard loud, heavy footsteps coming towards the room.
“Shit.” He said, but he was glad that he’d be able to take out some mutant bastards. He ran over to the door and pulled out his M-16. Elsie ran over to the other side and Hank handed her the ripper, with the ripper in one hand and the combat knife in another, she stood ready. The Hank footsteps grew louder. There were about 8 of them. Hank doubted that he’d live through this. A mutant burst in through the door. Hank lost all other thoughts and was filled with a massive surge of rage. Time seemed to slow down as he fired about thirty shots into the mutant, before Elsie could even begin to attack. Filed with anger Hank dived through the door, into the line of fire and began pumping the guards with bullets in mid-air. He watched the expressions of surprise and pain as they were riddled with bullets. He landed on the cement ground before he expected to, weighed down by the power armour. He felt the blood trickle down his face. He knew that there were another two mutants and that they would kill him. He spun around and pulled the trigger on his M-16, the bullets tore open the chest of one of the mutant, Hank aimed at the remaining mutant and pulled the trigger. Nothing came out. Hank pulled again. He had run out of ammo. He exhaled and stared into the mutants eyes, awaiting death. The mutant’s expression changed from one of surprise to an evil smile. The mutant raised his plasma rifle and put it at point blank range to Hank’s head. Elsie ran at the mutant with the ripper roaring, but the mutant was faster than her and swung around to face her. She stopped in her tracks as the hot, smoking barrel of the plasma rifle was pushed against her forehead. The mutant began to put pressure on the trigger and felt a hard, painful crack to the back of his skull. The plasma rifle slipped away from his grip.
He felt another crack and dropped the rifle. Hank was standing behind the mutant, holding the M-16 in his hand. Elsie flicked the switch on the ripper and jammed it into the mutant’s chest. Blood flowed from the mutants wound and he fell to the ground.
Hank raced towards his cell and run in through the door. He went quickly over to the external door. He tried the handle. It was, of course, locked. He reached for his M-16, but then remembered it was out of ammo. Elsie came into the cell.
“Can you open the door?” She asked, hopefully.
“Pass me that ripper.” Hank said, holding out his hand.
“Okay…” Elsie said, uncertainly, but handed it to him anyway. As soon as he got it he flicked the switch and the ripper hummed softy. Hank pulled the trigger and the ripper roared to full power and the blades spun dangerously. Hank trust the ripper into the locking mechanism. Suddenly they both heard heavy, running footsteps from down the corridor.
“Hank!” Elsie said over the noise of the ripper against steel.
“I know! Do something about it!” He said, with a frown of frustration. Elsie ran over to the door and closed it with a heavy slam.
“Have you got the key?” Elsie shouted, leaning against the door.
“Right pocket!” Said Hank as he continued to cut through the lock. Elsie grabbed the keys from his pocket and ran back over to the door. She got one of the keys and stuck it in the door. It didn’t turn. The footsteps were getting closer. She tried another. It didn’t turn.
“Which key is it!?” Elsie cried, desperately.
“It’s the rusty one with the two notches on it!” Hank shouted over the noise of the ripper. Elsie found the key and shoved it into the lock. The footsteps were right outside the door. A voice came from outside of the door.
“Ray! Smash down the door!” Said a heavy, powerful voice.
“All right.” Said a lower voice. Elsie spun the key in the lock. It clicked loudly. Elsie could hear the mutant taking a short run-up outside the door. The mutant ran into the door. He made a loud noise against the locked door. The mutant made a cry of pain and Elsie heard him hit the floor.
“Shoot it down!” Said the heavy voice.
“Hank!” Elsie shouted, aggressively as she heard a plasma rifle charge to full power
“I’m…almost…done…” He said as he cut through the last centimetre of the lock. The door swung open. Elsie rushed through it. Hank pulled out a micro-fusion cell. He raised it above his head and through it onto the floor, hard. The cell was cracked in several places and a glow was emitting from it. Hank hurried through the door and slid into the darkness that he knew was a shaft between the inner, real wall and the outer, fake wall. He knew that if he didn’t get away from that cell soon he’d be a charred corpse, like those mutants were about to be. Hank hurried along the shaft, with difficulty, due to the power armour chest piece until he saw an early morning, red daylight. A loud explosion came from down the shaft, sending green flames towards him. Hank ran out of the shaft and sprinted slowly because of that heavy piece of power armour, away from the base, through the sand. He felt the warm, red light on his skin and smiled. His face fell as soon as a plasma bolt flew over his head, missing him by a whisper. He ran towards Elsie, who was a small green figure on the horizon.
‘She can run damn fast’ Hank thought, but then quickly stopped caring as a plasma bolt clipped the arm of his jacket. He felt the leather heat up, and some of it melt slowly away.
He remembered seeing a man get hit with a plasma bolt when he was in the regulators. The man had pissed off a regulator sergeant and the sergeant had come into possession of a plasma rifle from the gunrunners. The sergeant had pulled out the rifle and fired two bolts at the guy. The first tore off the guy’s arm and the second, aimed at his chest had melted away his flesh and reduced him to a skeleton on top of a puddle of melted flesh. Not a pretty sight.
More bolts flew over his head, all missing.
‘I don’t even need this power armour.’ Hank thought to himself. He almost grinned. Suddenly the Hank felt a huge force, pushing to the ground. He got back up, and the back of the power armour began to become hot. Hank began to run forward. Slowly the metal melted onto his skin. He let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground, writhing in the burning pain. He lay in the hot sand as the metal trickled down his back, after melting through the jacket. The plasma fire had stopped. Hank outstretched his arm towards the green figure of Elsie in the distance.
“Maria…” He murmured as he felt the pain death approaching.
Hank snatched his leather jacket from a shelf and headed towards the door. He was ready for some heavy-duty carnage. He had stopped caring about his own survival and was only thinking about vengeance. He was about to go down the corridor when Elsie grabbed his shoulder. He turned and sneered at her.
“ What the Hell do you think you’re doing?” He said, though clenched teeth.
“You… in no… shape to take on… Super-Mutants…” She said, though her combat helmet.
“You’re in no shape to stop me.” He said, turning away.
“No… but they are…” She said, pointing towards the guard-post. Hank, seeing though his rage, decided that she was right. He snarled and lowered his gun.
“Listen…we need to escape…” mumbled Elsie, struggling to stay conscious.
“No, what we need are stims.” Hank aid as he grabbed a dusty med.-kit from a shelf. He opened it up and searched through it. He pulled out a stim-pack and gave it to Elsie. She snatched it off him and injected it into her arm.
“Thank God,” She said after a few minutes. “I could use another one though.”
“Here,” Hank passed her the Med. Kit “Got anything to fix broken ribs?” Asked Hank, clutching his side. Elsie injected herself with another stimpack.
“No, but you can have some combat armour.” She handed him the broken chest piece of her armour and a roll of cloth. Hank said nothing, but nodded in thanks as he put the chest-piece over the broken ribs and secured it with the cloth.
“We have got to get out of this place, before they find us,” Elsie pointed out, in a matter-o-fact way. Hank just looked at her. “ So…err collect up anything useful. Like this Med. Kit ”
“Fine.” Hank said as they began rummaging through the shelves. Hank pocketed some stimpacks and a chest-piece of metal armour. The Armour was much thicker and bigger than normal armour. It had mechanics on the back as well. There was a small symbol on it as well. The Brotherhood of steel’s emblem. Hank almost dropped it as he realised that this was from a suit of power armour.
“Woah!” Hank said, in awe.
“What?” Asked Elsie, turning towards Hank.
“This is Power Armour!”
“So…” Asked Elsie, one eyebrow raised.
“Power armour! From the Brotherhood of steel! This stuff can come out of a fire-fight with a mutant army, un-scratched!”
“So? All the paladins have some…” Began Elsie.
“Hang on, you’re from the brotherhood?” Asked Hank, in confusion.
“Yes. Come on I don’t want to spend much more time in this place.”
“Wow…the Brotherhood? Don’t worry. I have a plan to escape easily.”
“Well? Feel free to tell me.”
“There’s a door leading to the outside. The mutants used it to get me into that cell, It’s locked but I can open it.” Hank said ignoring her and admiring the piece of power-armour.
“All-right. Get some more stuff and we can go.”
Hank slipped, with difficulty, into the Power armour chest-piece. He almost fell over.
Elsie looked at Hank again. He looked pretty strange wearing a huge shiny piece of Brotherhood power armour and leather. She thought he looked a bit like one of the knights when they played gridiron football, with all that huge armour, except the different colours and the power armour was much bigger.
“Why are you looking at me?” Asked Hank, interrupting her train of thought. She mumbled ‘nothing’ and then continued to look at him. She had obviously seen him before, but she hadn’t really taken a good look at him. He had two large, permanent scars on the right side of his face, over his eye but not going into the eye socket, Also he had large, purple, bruises all over his face and fresh, bloody, scratches. He wore mostly leather, except for his power armour chest piece and his black T-shirt, which was cotton or something. He wore a rugged leather jacket, equally rugged and dirty leather trousers and huge, heavy looking leather boots. His hair looked like it was once in military style, but now it was hanging down, but still quite short. It was a dark brown and also rugged and sandy. He had his M-16 slung over his back with a belt of ammo hanging out of it. His ripper, which was covered in thick, mutant blood with hanging into his belt, along with the recently scavenged stimpacks. The blood from the ripper was dripping slowly to the floor. She turned back to the shelf and continued looking for useful equipment.
Hank turned to her and said;
“I’m done. Are you?” Said Hank clutching his booty. A few more stimpacks, a cigarette lighter, a bottle of brandy and a power armour nav-computer. The Navigational computer used the distance between three brotherhood sensors to determine your location and plot it on a map of America, with cities marked on the map with their names and description. ‘Hank definitely didn’t know how to use it, but I can show him’ thought Elsie.
“Yeah. Here’s what I got.” She was holding a combat knife, a brotherhood ration pack and some medical supplies.
“Good. Follow m…” Hank began, but was interrupted by a loud shout came from down the corridor.
“Greg’s dead! Someone killed him!” A mutant shouted loudly. More shouts followed and Hank heard loud, heavy footsteps coming towards the room.
“Shit.” He said, but he was glad that he’d be able to take out some mutant bastards. He ran over to the door and pulled out his M-16. Elsie ran over to the other side and Hank handed her the ripper, with the ripper in one hand and the combat knife in another, she stood ready. The Hank footsteps grew louder. There were about 8 of them. Hank doubted that he’d live through this. A mutant burst in through the door. Hank lost all other thoughts and was filled with a massive surge of rage. Time seemed to slow down as he fired about thirty shots into the mutant, before Elsie could even begin to attack. Filed with anger Hank dived through the door, into the line of fire and began pumping the guards with bullets in mid-air. He watched the expressions of surprise and pain as they were riddled with bullets. He landed on the cement ground before he expected to, weighed down by the power armour. He felt the blood trickle down his face. He knew that there were another two mutants and that they would kill him. He spun around and pulled the trigger on his M-16, the bullets tore open the chest of one of the mutant, Hank aimed at the remaining mutant and pulled the trigger. Nothing came out. Hank pulled again. He had run out of ammo. He exhaled and stared into the mutants eyes, awaiting death. The mutant’s expression changed from one of surprise to an evil smile. The mutant raised his plasma rifle and put it at point blank range to Hank’s head. Elsie ran at the mutant with the ripper roaring, but the mutant was faster than her and swung around to face her. She stopped in her tracks as the hot, smoking barrel of the plasma rifle was pushed against her forehead. The mutant began to put pressure on the trigger and felt a hard, painful crack to the back of his skull. The plasma rifle slipped away from his grip.
He felt another crack and dropped the rifle. Hank was standing behind the mutant, holding the M-16 in his hand. Elsie flicked the switch on the ripper and jammed it into the mutant’s chest. Blood flowed from the mutants wound and he fell to the ground.
Hank raced towards his cell and run in through the door. He went quickly over to the external door. He tried the handle. It was, of course, locked. He reached for his M-16, but then remembered it was out of ammo. Elsie came into the cell.
“Can you open the door?” She asked, hopefully.
“Pass me that ripper.” Hank said, holding out his hand.
“Okay…” Elsie said, uncertainly, but handed it to him anyway. As soon as he got it he flicked the switch and the ripper hummed softy. Hank pulled the trigger and the ripper roared to full power and the blades spun dangerously. Hank trust the ripper into the locking mechanism. Suddenly they both heard heavy, running footsteps from down the corridor.
“Hank!” Elsie said over the noise of the ripper against steel.
“I know! Do something about it!” He said, with a frown of frustration. Elsie ran over to the door and closed it with a heavy slam.
“Have you got the key?” Elsie shouted, leaning against the door.
“Right pocket!” Said Hank as he continued to cut through the lock. Elsie grabbed the keys from his pocket and ran back over to the door. She got one of the keys and stuck it in the door. It didn’t turn. The footsteps were getting closer. She tried another. It didn’t turn.
“Which key is it!?” Elsie cried, desperately.
“It’s the rusty one with the two notches on it!” Hank shouted over the noise of the ripper. Elsie found the key and shoved it into the lock. The footsteps were right outside the door. A voice came from outside of the door.
“Ray! Smash down the door!” Said a heavy, powerful voice.
“All right.” Said a lower voice. Elsie spun the key in the lock. It clicked loudly. Elsie could hear the mutant taking a short run-up outside the door. The mutant ran into the door. He made a loud noise against the locked door. The mutant made a cry of pain and Elsie heard him hit the floor.
“Shoot it down!” Said the heavy voice.
“Hank!” Elsie shouted, aggressively as she heard a plasma rifle charge to full power
“I’m…almost…done…” He said as he cut through the last centimetre of the lock. The door swung open. Elsie rushed through it. Hank pulled out a micro-fusion cell. He raised it above his head and through it onto the floor, hard. The cell was cracked in several places and a glow was emitting from it. Hank hurried through the door and slid into the darkness that he knew was a shaft between the inner, real wall and the outer, fake wall. He knew that if he didn’t get away from that cell soon he’d be a charred corpse, like those mutants were about to be. Hank hurried along the shaft, with difficulty, due to the power armour chest piece until he saw an early morning, red daylight. A loud explosion came from down the shaft, sending green flames towards him. Hank ran out of the shaft and sprinted slowly because of that heavy piece of power armour, away from the base, through the sand. He felt the warm, red light on his skin and smiled. His face fell as soon as a plasma bolt flew over his head, missing him by a whisper. He ran towards Elsie, who was a small green figure on the horizon.
‘She can run damn fast’ Hank thought, but then quickly stopped caring as a plasma bolt clipped the arm of his jacket. He felt the leather heat up, and some of it melt slowly away.
He remembered seeing a man get hit with a plasma bolt when he was in the regulators. The man had pissed off a regulator sergeant and the sergeant had come into possession of a plasma rifle from the gunrunners. The sergeant had pulled out the rifle and fired two bolts at the guy. The first tore off the guy’s arm and the second, aimed at his chest had melted away his flesh and reduced him to a skeleton on top of a puddle of melted flesh. Not a pretty sight.
More bolts flew over his head, all missing.
‘I don’t even need this power armour.’ Hank thought to himself. He almost grinned. Suddenly the Hank felt a huge force, pushing to the ground. He got back up, and the back of the power armour began to become hot. Hank began to run forward. Slowly the metal melted onto his skin. He let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground, writhing in the burning pain. He lay in the hot sand as the metal trickled down his back, after melting through the jacket. The plasma fire had stopped. Hank outstretched his arm towards the green figure of Elsie in the distance.
“Maria…” He murmured as he felt the pain death approaching.
