บท 194: Nailed
The group stayed hidden in the tunnel as they watched the slowly dimming sun rays coming from the manhole. No one knew if the Fiends would be aware of what'd been happening in the sewers, nor if any more would be coming down. As such they simply held the position until they had an opportunity to leave.
Fortunately, the Fiends didn't seem to have a patrol system, or indeed any other routine that one would consider vaguely organised. Afton wondered how the Fiends hadn't simply collapsed in on themselves after seeing how they generally operated... There were only so many crazy drugged up hooligans you could have in one place without it deteriorating into a shoot-out.
Regardless, night soon came and Afton snuck up the shaft and lifted the manhole cover to take a look around. He found himself in the middle of the street surrounded by desolate and ruined buildings. What once was a large prosperous city had devolved into this mad-max like situation.
He shakes the memories of the movie from his head and observes the surroundings for any Fiends. He didn't know how active they would be during the night, but judging by what he'd seen so far he guessed that a significant portion of their forces would be active now.
He could hear small voices off in various directions, but none of them seemed close enough to be immediate threats. He looks for a good, well-hidden spot where the group could go to take a gander at where they were. His Pipboy's map was rather skewed due to them being underground for a good amount of time. Though, after giving it a moment, he was apparently slightly south of the Fiends main base of operations. Vault 3.
Strangely enough, wasn't Vault 3 the place where his own Pipboy had come from? The Fiends taking it over would've been a good reason for the original vault resident to try to escape, eventually leading to Afton acquiring the device. Shaking his head, he refocuses on the task ahead and gestures down at Karl before silently climbing out of the sewer shaft.
The group clambers out of the shaft and places the manhole back into position before heading to a nearby building Afton had spotted. It wasn't inhabited and the stairs looked relatively intact, allowing them to get a better vantage point over the area.
It was good that they'd decided the more subtle way of entering the area as the whole place was infested with Fiends. They were like rats, and Afton had no idea how so many had accumulated here... Perhaps people who'd spent all their caps in New Vegas decided to join the Fiends as a way of getting back at them? Or perhaps most people addicted to chems eventually found their way into the Fiends arms.
Regardless of the reason, the group was currently surrounded by hundreds of them, currently most seemed to be slowly making their way towards camp McCarren. It wasn't surprising as Boone had said that the Fiends would occasionally come by and take potshots at the base, it wasn't an assault, simply the Fiends trying to start trouble.
The group could use this rather pointless aggression though, it would be relatively easy to sneak through as they'd already know where most Fiends were heading, making potential routes fairly easy to plan out.
There was one problem though, the group were still unsure of where Violet currently was. Sure, the NCR reported that she was usually holed up in some Trailer Fort, but that wouldn't always be the case.
No, they'd probably need to kidnap a Fiend and interrogate them. Fortunately, both Karl and Afton had the skills to pull this off fairly successfully. A group of Fiends walked by the building they were currently in, but one seems to have been left behind... The reason for this? They were horribly drunk, stumbling over themselves and barely able to hold their own weapon.
"Target acquired" Afton muttered to himself as Karl gave him a similar look. Boone was left on the second floor to keep watch while the duo snuck through the first-floor ruins to wait for the drunk Fiend to pass.
Once he was within arms distance Afton kicked the man's pistol away and grabbed his mouth to prevent him screaming. Karl assisted and secured the man's arms as they pulled him into the ruined building.
They squirmed to try and escape, but didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight... Either this had happened to the man before or his drunken state didn't allow him to recognise the mortal peril he was currently in.
The duo dragged the man up the stairs and dumped him on the floor, Afton staying close enough to prevent the man from screaming should he try.
"W-What in fu-ghk" he wretches slightly as if he's about to vomit, but swallows whatever had erupted from his stomach, causing Afton to give them a disgusted look.
"Tell us where Violet is." Karl states in a low tone, threatening enough to get the point across but not loud enough to draw attention towards their position.
"M-marko? This another fuckin' prank? I'll b-beat your ass tomorrow!" he says, apparently confusing Karl with someone else. Afton just shakes his head, the man had gotten slightly too loud for his liking, and he'd need to force the fear of god into him so he'd start being more 'negotiable'.
Getting Karl to hold the man's mouth, Afton slipped his knife in-between their fingernails. Once it was firmly dug under the nails and into flesh, he brutally twisted it, tearing the nails off.
The man's eye's opened wide as he gave a mumbled scream, Karl making sure nothing too loud would escape.
They gave the man a couple moments to compose himself before letting him speak again. "Where is Violet?" Afton asks while giving the most sadistic grin he could manage.
"V-violet?" the man muttered, but Afton took this as a negative answer, having Karl hold his seal his mouth again while he went to work... Unfortunately for the drunkard, the night was still young, and he was currently in care of someone who didn't seem to be aware of how brutal they'd become.
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บท 195: Dogs? Dogs. Dogs!!!
Violet had just re-chained up the cage containing the less tame and younger dogs, the proper procedure she'd personally created for teaching her pets loyalty was a combination of food deprivation, drugs, and beatings. It did make her feel slightly bad for doing it, but it was the only way she knew of providing proper fighting dogs to Motor-Runner...
Most of her dogs ended up developing mange and a litany of other diseases due to the drugs she kept giving them. But Motor-Runner said that it was better this way as they looked more fearsome... Violet herself had black skin that was covered in welts, large bruises and enough dirt that a thousand baths probably couldn't clean her.
She hadn't always been like this however, once she had been a simple pet seller on the New Vegas strip. Her love of animals had allowed her to breed and sell various dogs, from cute ones, to hunting ones, to guard ones. Everything had changed when the NCR made the strip their home though...
The various casino's around her shop had started using her animals for illegal purposes, stitching chems into their stomachs to have them undetected when transport, having them fight to the death for peoples amusements, or a few times even had their dogs attack NCR soldiers. Violet was well aware of what they were doing, but couldn't stop them. She was just a simple pet store, no knowledge of guns, law, or any fancy connections she could use.
That didn't stop the NCR though. Since the casinos were protected by Mr House, they turned their attention to the next possible target. Herself. The 'Legally' ransacked her store, killing most of her animals before she managed to escape.
Afterwards, she lived in Freeside for a while, she had wanted to restart her business but no one in Freeside wanted pets as they were a drain on resources... She was eventually picked up by a group who wanted to sell fighting dogs to the Thorn, an underground arena that made people and other creatures fight one another for amusement.
It was during that she met her husband. Or now, ex-husband. He had been an NCR soldier but said he empathised with her situation... He wasn't a good man and had eventually coerced her into using chems. After that, everything became a blur, her memory was vague but she knew it hadn't been a good time.
The only thing she clearly remembered was the time she found her husband with another woman... Her dogs ate well that day, of course, the Thorn soon discovered his half-devoured corpse along with the home-wreckers and she was forced to flee or risk being arrested. The NCR still had a bone to pick with her, which was even greater now that she'd murdered one of their soldiers.
It was as she was running away from New Vegas that everything just clicked. Everyone in her life had betrayed her, even those who she'd not even met wanted to harm her... All but her ever-loyal dogs. So, when Motor-Runner 'offered' to give her resources to breed more dogs, she quickly agreed... Though, he'd only made the offer after weeks of being abused at his own hand, if her mind wasn't truly destroyed before, then after the litany of untested and dangerous chems they'd pumped into her had made sure of it.
Of course, in the Fiends she had a unique position. No one could kills her and take over her job of breeding the dogs as only she was capable. Those brutes known as Cook-Cook and Driver Nephi could be replaced, but she couldn't.
So, with a steady stream of supplies from Motor-Runner, she lived a relatively peaceful live in her Trailer Fort with her dogs. Occasionally taking chems to scratch the itch or setting her dogs on unlucky travellers... Did she occasionally try to eat their flesh? Of course, she needed to feel as close to her dogs as possible.
She'd eat with her dogs, sleep with her dogs, play with her dogs. Her dogs were everything. If something or someone tried to harm her dogs she'd go dog-crazy! She'd have them torn apart and eats by her dogs! The only thing left of them would be of the dog-shit left behind!
Violet shakes the thoughts from her head and scratches one of the sore bruised veins on her arm... She'd been using it a bit too frequently and may need to use another if the black colour of it was indicating anything.
"Violetta! Here girl, come here!" she calls as she walks over to her sleeping area within the Trailer Fort. Not long after a larger dog than usual bounds over, most of its fur having fallen off due to mange, leaving many sores, bruises, and other unattractive skin-conditions covering it. Its eyes were bloodshot, probably because Violet had forgotten to give her their daily dose of Psycho.
Violet doesn't mind the poor condition of her favourite animal and just hugs it, patting the dirty mattress next to her and using the dog as a make-shift pillow... She wasn't able to sleep unless she had one of her pets close to her. Motor-Runners treatment had made sure of that.
Elsewhere :
Afton and Karl had slowly drawn information out of the drunk man... Their unfortunate victim was currently lying on the floor in a pool of their own blood, the deep knife wound on their neck proving fatal. It didn't matter though, they had acquired the information they needed, Violet was still in her Trailer Fort.
Something else that could prove useful was the fact that most Fiends stayed well away from Violet's domain due to her vicious pets. The woman apparently didn't trust anyone and never left her dogs side. Motor-Runner would occasionally send someone to collect some dogs for use, but other than that she was 'alone'.
This didn't mean the group could go in guns blazing though, Violet's Trailer Fort was still within Fiend territory and any gunfire would be shaking the hornet's nest as it were, or in this case, it'd be more like shaking a Cazador nest.
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Ya, Violet is pretty fucked up. But as is the case with most other Fiends, she had been a normal person at one point. As the Philosopher called Joker once said : “All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.”
Or, in Violet's case. Years of mental traumer, neglect, abuse, and drugs, all within a hopeless situation.
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