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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Jan-07-01 AT 10:33AM (GMT)[p]The Forth, the longer, the much descriptive Mutant Hunter! Enjoy.
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Mutant Hunter-Interrogation
The Massive mutant punched Hank in the face twice in a row. His mighty green hands the size of Hanks skull, and covered with barbed wire. The blood trickled down Hanks face, across the huge bruises over his forehead and right cheek. Samuel smiled and chuckled. He hadn't even asked him any questions. The Mutant put his finger under Hank’s chin and wrenched up his head so he was looking directly at him. Hank got his first good look at Samuel’s face. Samuel was smiling, evilly at Hank. He had a huge jawbone at it stuck out prominently. He also had a lot of stubble on his chin, and his hair was an unkempt crew cut. The Mutant punched Hank again in the gut. ‘Ugh…” murmured Hank, having difficulty to breathe. Hank began to breathe faster, then vomited onto Samuel’s feet. The Mutant took this as an insult and punched him again, in the kidney area. They both heard ribs cracking as Hank let out a cry of pain. He’d find a way to kill this piece of shit. He’d make sure he died, not just for him, but for his wife and friends too. For everyone the mutant hordes had slaughtered when they were fleeing from the Brotherhood.
“Now, my Knight of Steel, or leather. You are going to tell me what the brotherhood is planning next.”
Hank said nothing.
“Tell me!” Said Samuel, Raising his fist.
“Fuck you.” Samuel lowered his huge fist onto Hank’s face. Some blood dripped out of Hank mouth.
“The…Brotherhood…is…”Hank Murmured between painful breath’s.
“Tell me.” Said Samuel, raising his huge fist in the hot, damp air.
“…Going to…attack…here…”mumbled Hank.
“What! How do they know about this base?”
“They’ll come here…and string you up by you big, green, mutant testicles. Pillock.” Said Hank, louder, with a small smile breaking on his face.
“I doubt that.” With that Samuel untied the rope around Hank. Hank fell out of the chair, onto the cold, wet concrete floor. Hank felt his broken ribs move a bit. Samuel picked up Hank by his neck. Hank felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. The Mutant tightened his grip on Hank’s neck, until Hank stopped breathing. Samuel left him dangling there for a few seconds, then dropped him on the floor. Hank gasped for air. The Mutant peered down on him, wondering if he kicked him in the gut, would it kill him? Samuel tried anyway. Hank cried out, quietly in pain and curled into a ball. Then he vomited again. Samuel left Hank alone in the room, in a puddle of his own vomit and blood.
Some hours later Hank woke up. He barely remembered what had happened but he remembered a lot of pain. He sat up, seeing the four concrete walls; he remembered what had happened almost immediately. He remembered the torture, he remembered vomiting on Samuel’s boots. He remembered having his ribs broken. He looked around the room. Two, metal doors. One leading through a dirt and stone wall to a fence made from makeshift materials. The other door leads into the base somewhere. Both of the doors were locked, Hank was sure of that. They also looked solid and unbreakable. No chance of escaping there. The only other things in the room were a small bit of rope that had been used to tie him down and a wooden chair, which had a leg that was almost snapped. Hank eyed the rickety leg. He got up, stumbled over to the chair, picked it up, raised it high above his head with great difficulty and threw it onto the ground, smashing it into several sharp, splintered pieces. Hank collected up the larger pieces and slipped them into his boot, hidden by his trousers. He had about three shards, but there were still smaller pieces all over the floor. Hank placed them all in a corner. Then he gathered up some the rope and put it in his pocket. He then scooped up as much of the vomit and blood into his hands as possible. He sat right next to the door, waiting for Samuel to come through, and get a big shock.
“I’m gonna put that filthy mutant down.” Hank said to himself and sneered. He hated all Super-mutants. He wasn’t to fond of floaters, deathclaws or centaurs either.
Hank used to be a bounty hunter, a caravan guard, ‘lawful’ mercenary and a lot of other gun jobs. He was born in Adytown, in the Boneyard and joined the regulators, where he got his main weapon and tactical training. He quit the regulators when he decided they were total bastards. Then he went to the hub and did some caravan jobs, manly for the crimson caravan. After that he did some mercenary work for the Hub police. When Hank was in his early thirties he decided to leave this area of the world. He was tired of causing death. He travelled eastwards and came across the small town of Caprice, with only about seven residents. Hank met his wife, Maria there and he decided to settle down as un-official sheriff, town guard and gecko hunter. Hank helped build Caprice. His whole future, his whole life was there, and the mutant horde took it away from him.
These thoughts drifted across Hank mind. He let out a silent cry of pain and his head sunk into his knees. He felt his anger build up. He clenched his fist hard, and some of the vomit and blood mixture oozed out.
Hank heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the room, and he leaped into position. The footsteps out louder and then came the clinking of keys. The door opened and a mutant entered. Hank flung the vomit and blood mixture at the mutants eyes, blinding him momentarily. As the mutant wiped away the grunge from his eyes, Hank pulled out the shape piece of broken wood and released all his hate into the mutant’s eyes. The mutant roared out in pain and swung it’s arms randomly, hitting Hank in the ribs. He fell back, struggling for air. He felt a rush of adrenaline returning his strength and he dived towards the mighty mutant. Another shard of wood was jammed into the mutants remaining eye. Hank then hammered the pieces of wood directly into the mutant’s brain. The mutant’s limp body fell to the floor. Hank leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths. He then got up and searched the mutant corpse quickly. The mutant had a lot of keys, a ripper complete with cells, plenty of extra cells and pair of brass knuckles with barbed wire over them. Hank armed himself with the ripper, took the keys and the extra cells. He dropped the brass knuckles, since they were mutant size, but took the barbed wire. Hank stuck his head slowly out of the door, seeing no danger he step out of the cell into a similar looking corridor, with similar looking metal doors all along it. The corridor was littered with metal trash and decaying trash, also it was quite dark. Hank saw this as a plus, since he could hide using the cover of darkness. Hank walked quietly and slowly along the dark corridor. He came to a second metal door. He used the key ring to unlock it. This took awhile considering there were so many keys. He finally opened the door and entered with caution. It was empty. He came to another metal door. He unlocked and entered the cell, almost exactly the same as his own, except there was only one door and a woman in broken combat armour was hanging from the roof, groaning and mumbling thing. She had no helmet on and her chest piece had been snapped in several places. The shoulder pads were torn off and she had cuts and bruises on her face. She had black short-ish hair. As she saw Hank she almost smiled.
“Oh…Thank God…Help me down…” She said with difficulty. Hank saw that she was simply tried to a ring, attached to the roof, with a piece of rope. Her hands were also bound by rope. He got into a position ready to catch her and cut through the rope with his ripper. She fell onto Hank and he fell to the ground.
“Woah…whoa…uh.” Said Hank as he fell and then landed, with the woman on top of him.
“Sorry …about that,” Said the woman as she climbed off him. “Who are… you anyway?”
“ Hank. you?” He asked, as he got up. Fortunately she hadn’t put pressure on his ribs.
“I’m …Elsie. How did…. How did… You get out of…” Asked Elsie, ruffling her brow.
“Killed a guard with a bit of wood. Come on, let’s go,” Said Hank quickly as he stepped out the door. “Do you know the layout of this base?”
“Sortov… There’s a door at the end of the corridor… Through that is a guard post.”
“Right. What’s at the other end?”
“No …clue…”
Hank quickly checked all of the remaining rooms. One was strewn with dead bodies and most of the others didn’t have anything except bloodstains.
Hank sighed and headed towards the unknown.
When he got to the end of the corridor, he slowly opened the door, just enough to see what was on the other side. It was a small room, with shelves and Hank could see one mutant, reading a cat’s paw magazine. Hank got his ripper ready, got into a good position and dashed into the room. The mutant didn’t even have time to grab his weapon as Hank cut his throat and then proceeded to saw off the rest of it’s head. Hank watched the head fall to the ground and sneered. Hank looked around the room. It was larger than the cells, but very similar. Except it had a lot more stuff in it; a desk, where the mutant was, and lots of shelves, which had a multitude of items on them. Elsie entered the room.
“This must…be where they keep all… the prisoner’s stuff. Look…there’s my helmet.” Elsie said as she stumbled over to it and put it over her bruised face. Hank looked around for his M-16 and couldn’t find it. In fact he couldn’t find any weapons at all.
“Shit.” He said.
“…What?” Said Elsie slowly
“No weapons.” Hank replied.
“The guard…had…a…”
“Oh, yeah,” Said Hank smiling. He looked at the guard’s weapon. It was an M-16. His M-16. Hank smiled and picked it up.“Ohhh yeah.”
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What will happen next? Will Hank decide that he likes Mutants? Will this turn into a sitcom? Will Elsie and Hank have a reletionship? Will the brotherhood do what Hank threatened to Samuel? Will the Brotherhood even be in the next episode? Find out Next time!
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Mutant Hunter-Interrogation
The Massive mutant punched Hank in the face twice in a row. His mighty green hands the size of Hanks skull, and covered with barbed wire. The blood trickled down Hanks face, across the huge bruises over his forehead and right cheek. Samuel smiled and chuckled. He hadn't even asked him any questions. The Mutant put his finger under Hank’s chin and wrenched up his head so he was looking directly at him. Hank got his first good look at Samuel’s face. Samuel was smiling, evilly at Hank. He had a huge jawbone at it stuck out prominently. He also had a lot of stubble on his chin, and his hair was an unkempt crew cut. The Mutant punched Hank again in the gut. ‘Ugh…” murmured Hank, having difficulty to breathe. Hank began to breathe faster, then vomited onto Samuel’s feet. The Mutant took this as an insult and punched him again, in the kidney area. They both heard ribs cracking as Hank let out a cry of pain. He’d find a way to kill this piece of shit. He’d make sure he died, not just for him, but for his wife and friends too. For everyone the mutant hordes had slaughtered when they were fleeing from the Brotherhood.
“Now, my Knight of Steel, or leather. You are going to tell me what the brotherhood is planning next.”
Hank said nothing.
“Tell me!” Said Samuel, Raising his fist.
“Fuck you.” Samuel lowered his huge fist onto Hank’s face. Some blood dripped out of Hank mouth.
“The…Brotherhood…is…”Hank Murmured between painful breath’s.
“Tell me.” Said Samuel, raising his huge fist in the hot, damp air.
“…Going to…attack…here…”mumbled Hank.
“What! How do they know about this base?”
“They’ll come here…and string you up by you big, green, mutant testicles. Pillock.” Said Hank, louder, with a small smile breaking on his face.
“I doubt that.” With that Samuel untied the rope around Hank. Hank fell out of the chair, onto the cold, wet concrete floor. Hank felt his broken ribs move a bit. Samuel picked up Hank by his neck. Hank felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness. The Mutant tightened his grip on Hank’s neck, until Hank stopped breathing. Samuel left him dangling there for a few seconds, then dropped him on the floor. Hank gasped for air. The Mutant peered down on him, wondering if he kicked him in the gut, would it kill him? Samuel tried anyway. Hank cried out, quietly in pain and curled into a ball. Then he vomited again. Samuel left Hank alone in the room, in a puddle of his own vomit and blood.
Some hours later Hank woke up. He barely remembered what had happened but he remembered a lot of pain. He sat up, seeing the four concrete walls; he remembered what had happened almost immediately. He remembered the torture, he remembered vomiting on Samuel’s boots. He remembered having his ribs broken. He looked around the room. Two, metal doors. One leading through a dirt and stone wall to a fence made from makeshift materials. The other door leads into the base somewhere. Both of the doors were locked, Hank was sure of that. They also looked solid and unbreakable. No chance of escaping there. The only other things in the room were a small bit of rope that had been used to tie him down and a wooden chair, which had a leg that was almost snapped. Hank eyed the rickety leg. He got up, stumbled over to the chair, picked it up, raised it high above his head with great difficulty and threw it onto the ground, smashing it into several sharp, splintered pieces. Hank collected up the larger pieces and slipped them into his boot, hidden by his trousers. He had about three shards, but there were still smaller pieces all over the floor. Hank placed them all in a corner. Then he gathered up some the rope and put it in his pocket. He then scooped up as much of the vomit and blood into his hands as possible. He sat right next to the door, waiting for Samuel to come through, and get a big shock.
“I’m gonna put that filthy mutant down.” Hank said to himself and sneered. He hated all Super-mutants. He wasn’t to fond of floaters, deathclaws or centaurs either.
Hank used to be a bounty hunter, a caravan guard, ‘lawful’ mercenary and a lot of other gun jobs. He was born in Adytown, in the Boneyard and joined the regulators, where he got his main weapon and tactical training. He quit the regulators when he decided they were total bastards. Then he went to the hub and did some caravan jobs, manly for the crimson caravan. After that he did some mercenary work for the Hub police. When Hank was in his early thirties he decided to leave this area of the world. He was tired of causing death. He travelled eastwards and came across the small town of Caprice, with only about seven residents. Hank met his wife, Maria there and he decided to settle down as un-official sheriff, town guard and gecko hunter. Hank helped build Caprice. His whole future, his whole life was there, and the mutant horde took it away from him.
These thoughts drifted across Hank mind. He let out a silent cry of pain and his head sunk into his knees. He felt his anger build up. He clenched his fist hard, and some of the vomit and blood mixture oozed out.
Hank heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from outside the room, and he leaped into position. The footsteps out louder and then came the clinking of keys. The door opened and a mutant entered. Hank flung the vomit and blood mixture at the mutants eyes, blinding him momentarily. As the mutant wiped away the grunge from his eyes, Hank pulled out the shape piece of broken wood and released all his hate into the mutant’s eyes. The mutant roared out in pain and swung it’s arms randomly, hitting Hank in the ribs. He fell back, struggling for air. He felt a rush of adrenaline returning his strength and he dived towards the mighty mutant. Another shard of wood was jammed into the mutants remaining eye. Hank then hammered the pieces of wood directly into the mutant’s brain. The mutant’s limp body fell to the floor. Hank leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths. He then got up and searched the mutant corpse quickly. The mutant had a lot of keys, a ripper complete with cells, plenty of extra cells and pair of brass knuckles with barbed wire over them. Hank armed himself with the ripper, took the keys and the extra cells. He dropped the brass knuckles, since they were mutant size, but took the barbed wire. Hank stuck his head slowly out of the door, seeing no danger he step out of the cell into a similar looking corridor, with similar looking metal doors all along it. The corridor was littered with metal trash and decaying trash, also it was quite dark. Hank saw this as a plus, since he could hide using the cover of darkness. Hank walked quietly and slowly along the dark corridor. He came to a second metal door. He used the key ring to unlock it. This took awhile considering there were so many keys. He finally opened the door and entered with caution. It was empty. He came to another metal door. He unlocked and entered the cell, almost exactly the same as his own, except there was only one door and a woman in broken combat armour was hanging from the roof, groaning and mumbling thing. She had no helmet on and her chest piece had been snapped in several places. The shoulder pads were torn off and she had cuts and bruises on her face. She had black short-ish hair. As she saw Hank she almost smiled.
“Oh…Thank God…Help me down…” She said with difficulty. Hank saw that she was simply tried to a ring, attached to the roof, with a piece of rope. Her hands were also bound by rope. He got into a position ready to catch her and cut through the rope with his ripper. She fell onto Hank and he fell to the ground.
“Woah…whoa…uh.” Said Hank as he fell and then landed, with the woman on top of him.
“Sorry …about that,” Said the woman as she climbed off him. “Who are… you anyway?”
“ Hank. you?” He asked, as he got up. Fortunately she hadn’t put pressure on his ribs.
“I’m …Elsie. How did…. How did… You get out of…” Asked Elsie, ruffling her brow.
“Killed a guard with a bit of wood. Come on, let’s go,” Said Hank quickly as he stepped out the door. “Do you know the layout of this base?”
“Sortov… There’s a door at the end of the corridor… Through that is a guard post.”
“Right. What’s at the other end?”
“No …clue…”
Hank quickly checked all of the remaining rooms. One was strewn with dead bodies and most of the others didn’t have anything except bloodstains.
Hank sighed and headed towards the unknown.
When he got to the end of the corridor, he slowly opened the door, just enough to see what was on the other side. It was a small room, with shelves and Hank could see one mutant, reading a cat’s paw magazine. Hank got his ripper ready, got into a good position and dashed into the room. The mutant didn’t even have time to grab his weapon as Hank cut his throat and then proceeded to saw off the rest of it’s head. Hank watched the head fall to the ground and sneered. Hank looked around the room. It was larger than the cells, but very similar. Except it had a lot more stuff in it; a desk, where the mutant was, and lots of shelves, which had a multitude of items on them. Elsie entered the room.
“This must…be where they keep all… the prisoner’s stuff. Look…there’s my helmet.” Elsie said as she stumbled over to it and put it over her bruised face. Hank looked around for his M-16 and couldn’t find it. In fact he couldn’t find any weapons at all.
“Shit.” He said.
“…What?” Said Elsie slowly
“No weapons.” Hank replied.
“The guard…had…a…”
“Oh, yeah,” Said Hank smiling. He looked at the guard’s weapon. It was an M-16. His M-16. Hank smiled and picked it up.“Ohhh yeah.”
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What will happen next? Will Hank decide that he likes Mutants? Will this turn into a sitcom? Will Elsie and Hank have a reletionship? Will the brotherhood do what Hank threatened to Samuel? Will the Brotherhood even be in the next episode? Find out Next time!
