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Brothers above, why did I threaten the staff when anyone attempted to hide or stop me from all of my alcohol.
“Look what we have here boys, one of em fancy looking broads just waltzing right into our territory!”
“Some of the boys must’ve been able to get her before that f*cking blockade from the NCR!”
“Why the long face! Get over here and we’ll show you a great time!”
“Don’t be shy!”
Sure it felt nice to get compliments here and there, but these ruffians can be so repulsive for their choice of vocabulary. I audibly sighed. I must’ve wandered off from the mansion again and ended up somewhere in the cities less than appealing sights. Seems my drunken stroll led me inside a run down hotel. At least I have a bed to rest off the morning hangover.
One of them tried grabbing me from my shoulders, so I shrugged him off attempting to walk away. I just wanted to wallow and freely drink away my feelings with the bottles I have in my hands. I’m guessing these brutes didn’t take too kindly to rejection because one of them grabbed my arm this time while his friends took
“And where do you think you're going bitch!?”
Everyone started to reach for their weapons. They looked poorly maintained, weapons likely obtained through less than pleasant means. Such crude looking weapons they have. They look like the type of ruffians that wouldn’t take no for an answer unfortunately.
With a wave of my hand I summoned ice spikes that pinned the one grabbing my arm against the wall. Hopefully being stuck to the wall would teach him a proper lesson in regards to manners and talking to a lady in the future.
“Gah!” “What the f*ck!!” “Is that f*cking ice!?” “She’s a f*cking psyker!” “Kill that bitch!”
Just great. Looks like they're in a mood to fight, but I sure wasn’t. So I summoned a Beowolf to deal with these nuisances. It was a relatively young one, but against these regular citizens of the kingdom, it should still get the job done against them. Even if this one in particular nearly ripped out the throat of the one who captured it. Satisfied with the fact they shouldn’t bother me anymore, I stumbled away to find a room to sleep in for the night.
If only I was in the right state of mind, I would have realized sooner that neither the man that I had impaled on the wall and the men fighting the lone Beowulf didn’t showcase any signs of aura damage as limbs and blood were being splattered in the lone hallway. The sounds of their guns firing and their deathly cries soon echoing across the hall until both started fading into silence.
Oh brothers have mercy on me. The world is starting to spin and I feel like I’m going to black out. And I think I might be going insane because I’m starting to hear voices in the back of my mind. They’re also sounding real murderous and angry. “I really need to find an empty bed, close my eyes, and just never wake up for a long time.”
As graceful for someone as inebriated as me I managed to find a vacant bedroom at the end of the hallway. Sure the entire room wasn’t as tidy as I would like it to be, but on the other hand, I am the one intruding in their motel and the staff likely couldn’t complete their work due to the men loitering around in the hallway. I should remember to leave a hefty tip for the inconvenience.
Before I made it to the bed to rest up this unavoidable hangover I’m sure to have in the morning, I noticed a furniture dresser with a mirror right beside the door. I stared at myself in the mirror for who knows how long. Long enough for my body to have shifted away from the bed, my full attention towards the mirror reflecting the women I loathed to look at the most.
The women that let Jacques into her life. The woman who ignored any concerns about him and couldn’t see past her rose tinted glasses. The woman who let him change the company that her father built. The woman who became so lifeless once he made it apparent that he held no love for the family he created. The woman who worst of all abandoned her children, isolated herself, and drank her sorrows away.
She began to silently weep as all her grief and regret began to surface. Before her mind could even begin to process them, her heart already had one way of doing so. Without any distractions she began to sing her feelings to the outside world.
It starts
With the unexpected loss of something dear
The warmth
That comforted and cradled just disappears
And in its place, there's nothing
Just an endless empty hole
The light that showed the way is gone
And darkness takes control
Bitterness and anger are quick to fill the void
The path to isolation is littered with the dreams that lay destroyed
Brothers, why was she so emotionally fragile that one of his outbursts caused her to close herself away from her own children.
The cold
Seems to grow in my soul, it's consuming me
Confused
And I'm losing myself in a storm
Growing jaded
Being pushed, being pulled, I'm unraveling
Can't find myself when I'm constantly forced to conform
She hated herself for leaving them when they needed her the most. She hated how she soured their relationship because her mind couldn’t fathom that her ‘happy family’ shattered.
Enemies surround me
But the worst appear as friends
Liars and pretenders
Only seek to reach their ends
Everything is breaking
Right before my eyes
Looking in the mirror
I see someone that I don't recognize
She couldn’t pick up the pieces anymore. For brothers sake she couldn’t even go a day without her vice anymore. It was already deeply rooted.
The joy
That my heart used to know is eluding me
Removed
And the one thing I feel is alone
Smiles faded
And I'm spinning and sinking and weakening
Frozen and stuck
Too lonely, it chills to the bone
Why? Why did she have to love him so? Of course I knew the reason. I thought the whole time he was looking at me and he didn’t care for the family name that was attached. How foolish I was.
Memories escaping as my heart begins to drain
Scars that cover wounds can't hide the self-inflicted pain
Everything my mind wants in conflict with my heart
Fighting back surrender, but everyday I'm falling more apart
My grief and regret were already starting to melt away. Unfortunately, without them, the only emotion that remained heavy on both the heart and mind was pure anger. Anger that was aimed toward the women reflected on the mirror.
Mirror, what's this thing I see?
Who is staring back at me?
This stranger to my heart that's filled my mind
Mirror help me, who am I?
Clenching my hands I shattered the mirror in front of me. I couldn’t bear to see myself through the mirror any longer. As quickly as he anger left her, she felt herself fading in and out of consciousness. Guess I drained myself emotionally and mentally tonight again. She already lost track of how many times she’s done this to herself, she thought before her world became shrouded in darkness once more.
“When do you think she’s gonna wake up, I’ve got questions for her. Like for one if she was responsible for the mess that I found up here.”
<Making beeping sounds>
“Oh Mr. high and mighty over here folks! I’m getting lectured by a robot that was designed to be a glorified peeping tom!”
<Angry beeping sounds>
“Oh them's fighting words pal! I’m still primed and ready for a brawl!”
Groaning, Willow had just woken up from her sleep. If she could be blunt about being woken up in such a manner it could only be described as sh*t. Of course it didn’t help that the man and what she assumed was a very antique robot, parts of the Atlesian military Jacques likely sent in order to retrieve her. Mentally she was groaning to herself. Oh how she wished she could escape his grasp, but she knew deep down she couldn’t.
She finally mustered up the strength to get up from the comfort of the bed, but she must’ve still been under the influence. What she woke up to wasn't what she was expecting. A small floating eye robot that appeared to have been rusted and in tatters. Her attention though was on the man that was currently trying to reach the small robot that was brandishing a taser coming out of it.
The man currently attempting and failing to reach the tiny robot was wearing a cowboy hat and a very ugly blue jumpsuit that made her question his design in clothing. That didn’t seem very practical for the harsh winter environment of Atlas. Upon further inspection she realized that he had splatters of dried blood all over himself and his clothing.
Her mind was starting to race and her heartbeat was getting uncomfortably loud . These obviously weren’t the soldier sent to bring her back to the manner. Friends of the brutes that she dealt with last night? No that couldn’t have been it or else they would all be inside this very room. They couldn’t have been assassins from the White Fang or else she wouldn’t be alive. People from the underworld sent to kidnap her and ransom her off towards her family and family company!?
She had to stop herself. She couldn’t let herself panic at the moment. There was the small window of opportunity to escape while he was distracted trying to bring down that eye robot of his. As quietly as she could, she began trying to slowly move towards the door, hoping she could find an emergency exit and maybe the numerous Atlesian patrols that roamed the streets.
<Alerting beeping noises>
“Oh don’t you dare try to distract me I ain’t falling for it! I know for damn sure that she’s still slee- f*ckING HELL WHY DIDN’T YOU WARN ME SOONER YOU TIN CAN! GET BACK HERE LADY!”
Her cover was already blown. She did what she was trained in her earlier years and used her glyphs to accelerate her escape. She didn’t know what they were capable of doing, but she wasn’t going to take any chances. Her aura was limited so she didn’t have long before her semblance ran out, yet she had just enough to escape.
She found the exit door on the other side of the building, smiling to herself for being able to get away from her would-be kidnapper. However once she slammed the door open she was greeted by unfamiliar land. This wasn’t Atlas. She quickly looked at her surroundings and noticed the desolate wasteland she was apparently in.
The panic she felt moments ago was beginning to reel back their ugly heads. She was swiftly trying to come up with any explanation on how she could’ve ended up all the way in the Kingdom of Vacuo, but that shouldn’t have been possible! Tears were starting to well up in her eyes thinking the worst was going to happen when she looked up towards the night sky, however her mind went blank once she stared at the full moon in the sky.
No…no…no..NO! That shouldn't have been impossible! The moon of Remnant has always been shattered as far back as the first signs of the four kingdoms' creation! Hundreds of questions began floating in her mind trying to find some plausible answer, but there weren’t any.
Her mind overburdened by her built up stress, her panic, and the fact that she was possibly not in her world taxed her way more, soon began to feel a familiar black out. Starting to faint, she fell backwards and the only thing on her mind would be her children.
Unknown to her of course, she was caught before her body completely hit the ground.
<Beeping noises>
“Yeah yeah yeah I get it alright! Maybe we should have been more civi- Ah f*ck! Fine I should've been more civil sheesh! Happy now!?”
<Happy beeping noises>
“Keep calm, Courier Six. You brought this upon yourself when you repaired ED-E.” The man who identified himself as the infamous Courier Six muttered to himself.
Well now he had to wait for her to wake up….again. Nothing was still going right for him yet. Lady luck f*cking sucked. Sighing to himself he began to brainstorm what he should do in the meanwhile.
“Well I guess I could go and take out the Powder Gangers in the nearby prison. What do you think of ED-E?” He questioned his robotic companion.
<Beeping noises>
“Yes after I put her back to bed. I may be an asshole, but I’m not gonna leave her on the floor!” Six yelled out as her carried the now unconscious Willow Schnee in a princess carry back towards the room she just tried escaping from.
