First part of a fanfic I’m working on with a friend. This is my character, and how he ended up at the meeting ground for the two’s epic battle. 😀
“Where’d he go!?” a deep, menacing voice bellowed. A group of Super Mutants stood in the center of a ruined building. The north face had long since collapsed, eroded to dust. The other three walls stood firm, though they were ghosts of their former selves, and several floors had fallen through to leave nothing but a foot or two of ‘standing room’. The Super Mutants, with their green-brown flesh and hulking, muscular forms, stood out among the ruined grey of the building. This made them easy targets.
A crack like thunder erupted suddenly from somewhere above them, sending a perfect shot straight through the head of one of the lesser Super Mutants. The opposite side of his head exploded, splattering another of the nearby monstrosities with brain, blood and bone. A flash of the shooter was all the Super Mutants were able to get before it vanished behind a fallen piece of wall three stories up. “There!” The leader, most likely what Wastelanders referred to as a Master, pointed to the position where the figure had gone into hiding. The remaining Super Mutants opened fire with their various weapons. Bullets of various calibers pelted the cement, raining dust and debris from the upper floors as the fallen wall was torn apart.
As abruptly as it began, the firing stopped as all the weapons fired had to be reloaded. The figure took this as his opportunity. In the hailstorm of bullets, he’d used the distraction to sneak around to the opposite side of the building, lining up another clear shot. Thunder rumbled through the ruins again as a second Super Mutant’s body dropped with his hands clenched around his throat, his jaw having been blown off as the bullet entered at the back of his neck, spraying blood from a gaping wound in his throat. Laughter began echoing through the building, but the figure did not emerge to speak. After all, these were Super Mutants. There was no point in attempting to engage them in conversation. Just more targets out in the Wastes. “Come out, coward!” The Master shouted, frustration in his menacing growl. The laughter continued, and he started to look around more carefully, turning to examine all sides of the building. His group was down to a single ‘normal’ Super Mutant and two Brutes. Certainly still powerful, but for all their strength, they could not fight what they could not see.
It was laughably small in his hands, but he loaded a shell into the barrel, and placed the cold steel against the back of the Super Mutant’s head. A second later, a third thunderous explosion echoed through the buildings as the Super Mutant’s head evaporated from his shoulders. The body slumped forward, and then rolled to the side, a pool of blood beginning to collect around the shoulders, coating the stones of the ruins. “Weak.” The Master strapped the shotgun to his back, and looked to the Brutes. They gathered near him, still giggling to themselves about the whole situation. The Master punched one of them in the chest, and he staggered for a moment. “Tear that wall down! Enough games!” The Master shouted, looking up at the floors above him as he pointed. The Brutes nodded.
The Master gripped the Sledge with both hands, raising it high over his right shoulder before stepping forward and slamming the hammer through the cement wall. He tore a huge chunk out, spraying dust and debris as the rusted and decayed rebar snapped within the walls. That wall, too, began to shake and crack apart. If they fell, the third would fall on its own. He signaled to the Brutes to leave the building. There was only one way to go out now…