Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-29559990-20160102194333

(Warning. There's some graphic stuff here.)

The raiders were lined up, on their knees and their wrists held together by steel cuffs. Most had to keep their eyes pointed towards the ground as their once proud fortress was burning to the ground. Each one of the five grimaced in pain as the sounds of wood and steel crashing to the ground filled the air, and the awful stench of smoke invaded their nose. And worse, they couldn’t do anything to stop it. Now with an array of cyborgs pressing laser pistols to the back of their skulls.



“You were most unwise to not answer our questions,” Someone informed them. He marched forward to the front, standing menacingly over the raiders with his backdrop being the roaring flames. “Had you have done that, we would have left in peace…”

“Screw you!” One of the raiders piped up. He was immediately met with a blast of intense heat to his cranium. The bone and muscles sizzled and disintegrated right before their eyes as he crumpled onto the ground.

“I will only ask one more time,” The man informed them. “We have confirmation that 66-HTA was spotted in this area 2 days prior to now. You will inform us of where he went and who he was with. Now, speak.”

“None of us know!” Another raider spat. “No one here knows jack-fucking-shit about 66-Whatever!”

“Then, you are all useless.” The man asked, before nodding to his android legion. 3 of them took aim and fired, ending the life of 3 more raiders. Like the one before them, they all fell forward as their brains burned and fizzled.

And then, there was one. The leader of the camp, shaking like a leaf in the wind. The man took a step towards him and lifted his head up, so that they were eye to eye. “Now that you have lost everything, are you willing to talk?”

“Vin, you’re fucking insane!” The man spat.

“I am afraid I am incapable of insanity. I am just on a mission.”

Vin put a pistol under the Raider’s chin and asked. “Where. Is. The Synth.”

“I don’t know! I don’t fucking know, Vin!” The Raider pleaded.

“Then, you are useless,” Vin determined, pulling back the hammer with his thumb.

“Wait! Wait!” The Raider yelped. “Look… I remember a guy. He stopped by a couple’a days ago and left. Yellow eyes, like you said!”

“Where was he heading?”  Vin asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Um… I can’t remember! I know he said where, but I don’t remember. Just let me think! I can-“

<p class="MsoNormal">“No need,” Vin said, shoving four digits into his mouth and hooking the thumb of his other hand on the bottom lip. “I will simply have to look through your memories.”

<p class="MsoNormal">With that, he pulled his hand upward, and the flesh of his jaw began to tear. The Raider pleaded in pain and fear, begging the man not to end his life, but it was too late for that. His eyes welled up with tears as the pain and coldness of death began to envelop him. He’d never see Julie again. Never be able to retire, settle down, and live out life. And that horror was confirmed when Vin finished severing the top half of his head from his jaw.

<p class="MsoNormal">The raider crumbled to the ground, and Vin dumped the remains of his skull into the hands of a waiting Synth. “Have this scanned immediately. All contents of this brain are to be searched.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yes, 91-FBA,” The Synth nodded, trudging off to fulfill his duties. Vin turned back to the road ahead of him, peering into the darkness as the fire continued to grow brighter.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I will find you, Six. I will purge your systems of the virus,” He promised.