Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-5583506-20151213213752

"Can't fucking believe that he would be the one who did it!" said Carl and dragged the sack of caps behind him, limping as he made his way through the wastes with his lumbering companion. "Battered Charlie would never stab his partners in the back!"

The muscular man just grunted in agreement, nodding for Carl to carry on moving.

Even though things had gone to hell ever since Carl had let this deadly fighter join his crew, he had a hard time suspecting him of foul play. The man barely talked and seemed to be somewhat out of touch with reality. Comparing the newcomer's backward mentality with that of his own crew made it pretty clear to him that the betrayal had come from within. This newcomer was not to blame for the treachery that had taken place. He wasn't that smart...

Fucking nutcase, the raider thought and overlooked the outskirts of Queens before him. ''But at least he can be used as bait if other bastards were to fire on us. I will just ditch him first chance I get and run off with the caps on my own.''

Three months ago he had started out with a crew of eleven men. Together they raided and ravaged their way through the Wasteland. All their troubles seemed to have started the day after they had pillaged a settlement south of Atlantic City, uncovering a massive trove of caps. When they had woken up the next morning they had encountered this... this man... from out of nowhere. Their first intentions had been to shoot him, but when he showed promise to become a valuable asset to the crew they had let him join. Carl had seen no troubles with it. They could just off him any time they wanted if they didn't want to split the caps stash in twelve.

Two nights later Mira had been found strangled in her bed with Billy-Boy's belt around her neck. Even though he had declared his innocence they strung him up to a lamp post and left his corpse for the birds to pick on. The weeks that followed more incidents came in which his crew members would die off and the cause behind the incident would always point towards someone with connections to it. A weapon, a favourite whiskey bottle, a piece of clothing. The evidence was always there, although it soon became all clear that someone was simply playing games with them, making them kill off their own kin so that there would be less to share.

Although Carl had his suspicions early on that the newcomer was somehow involved, his suspicions had died off when the bulky man had saved his life from an assassination attempt by Lil' Mike. Lil' Mike had believed that it was him who had been the killer and who had created the group in order to carry out difficult heists and then kill off his accomplices.

The newcomer had first blown Lil Mike's fingers off with his shotgun before he had taken the young man's head between his hands and given it a forceful twist, causing the body to utter a sickening crack as the neck snapped like a withered twig. Ever since then it was hard for Carl to consider the newcomer to be the responsible. He didn't have the intelligence. And he seemed somewhat aloof.

''When the time has come he will be an easy target to get rid off. I only need to keep him around for a while longer...''

Lastly the group had consisted of four. Snake was shot in the heart at point-blank range whilst he slept by a small calibre gun, much like Battered Charlie's. When confronted Battered Charlie had reacted violently and started to shoot like a madman, leaving little doubt of who was truly the killer. The newcomer had tackled him down and caved his face in with five hard punches. It hadn't been a pretty sight...

''And now here we are... Two fucking raiders and one big stash of caps... ''He smirked as he glanced back at the bag. Soon to be one raider and a big stash of caps...

He looked back at the muscular companion, who followed in his footsteps like an  obedient mut. He hadn't said a thing. In fact he hadn't said a single thing since he joined. He simply communicated with grunts and groans. He had also never seen his face. He always wore a sack of over his head with two cut-out holes, like those raiders who were always on Psycho or Jet.

 ''Fucking retard... at least he is good at killing...''

Just by thinking of how well the newcomer handled killing, sent a shiver down his spine, and resurrected his suspicions... Surely it couldn't...? No, it was over. Battered Charlie had been the killer. There was nothing more to worry about. As soon as they reached the closest settlement to spend the caps, he would get rid off him.

A brute like that would never go missing...

They stopped on a hill to overlook the landscape and Carl soon spotted what seemed to be the ruins of an old educational center, a high school or the likes.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Hey, newbie", he said and smirked. "Whaddaya think? Seems like a good place to rest, eh?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">And a good place to kill you...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"By this time tomorrow we will have reached some place where we can drink up those caps, we can hook us up on so many chems, we can fuck as many fine bitches as we would like, and there is nothing in the world that could..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">He then heard a deafening, thundering blast and felt how something cold bit his right leg, causing him to stumble down on one knee. He gasped out in a  sudden  surge of  pain and cried out loud as he soon realised that there no longer  was   any right leg beneath his kneecap. His leg had been blown off from behind. He cried and tears streamed down from his eyes. He collapsed to the side and clutched to his bloody stump in shock and terror, watching as the hulking brute approached the bag with the caps stash.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">''It can't be... It's fucking impossible! The man is a half-wit! I fucking know it! He can't... He can't be...''

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"H-help me!" blubbered Carl and rolled back and forth as blood gushed out from the gaping wound. "Help!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No use crying, fucker", said a hoarse voice coldly from beneath the sack hood the newcomer was wearing. "Even Mira didn't bitch this much as I strangled the life out of her body." He shrugged. "Waste of a good body though. Should have fucked while she was alive. But a man must keep up his persona, you know?" he said pointed to his temple.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"W-what?!" whimpered Carl in confusion and due to the blood loss. This was the first time he had heard the newcomer speak. "Who? Who... Who the fuck... Who the hell are you?!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">The newcomer crouched down beside Carl, playing with the sand and dirt as he let it slid through his fingers and scatter for the win. "I am just another fucker trying to make a living", he said before ultimately pulling the sack from his head, revealing his face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Carl raised his eyebrows and swallowed hard. His face was an unpleasant one, and it smiled...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">That fucking smile...

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Wh-who are you?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Name's Urban", shrugged the newcomer. "Though I guess fuckers in our profession would know me better as 'the Tank'."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Carl shuddered as he slowly began to put two and two together. He had indeed heard the name, but not for one instant could he had believed that this man was one and the same. Although it seemed more and more clear for each passing second that this manipulative bastard could be none other than Urban Kriegz. And here he had been so blind to suspect his own crew members of killing each other off for the sake of caps when the monster had been right before his very eyes, hiding in plain sight.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Ooh, lookie here?" chuckled the infamous raider and swung the bag of caps up on his back as Carl reached out for it. "Nice work, pal. But you should have known that every last fucking cap in this dusty tit of a country belong to Kriegz."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"P-please", murmured Carl and clutched onto Kriegz' leg. "I... I don't want to die..."

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Don't worry", shrugged Urban and simply brushed him off with one move of his leg. "I won't kill you." He passed the dying raider with a small chuckle heading towards the high school. "Wouldn't want to waste a single bullet on the likes of you..."