(That, right there, is a one-liner, my friend. That amounts to a
warning.)
Cutter raised his gun and looked at the newcomer. One glance told
him everything. He was a mutant. "Stop right there." he growled,
tracking the newcomer with his gun. To him, the only good mutant
was a dead mutant. The only reason he didn't pull the trigger
straight away was because this one was different. He had spoken,
for a start, and clearly wasn't one of the mindless bloodthirsty
monster he had come to know. "Not another step."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Why? Do you really think I'M a threat?" He spread his arms out,
finally taking note of his appearance. He stared at his arm, his
chest, and most importantly, his metal arm. Instantly forgetting
about the man with the gun, he poked the metal prosthetic. He
hadn't even noticed it, so it had to be linked to his brain
somehow. He flexed it carefully, and a blade shot out from his
wrist. He jumped, surprised. He turned to look at the gunman. "Can
you please tell me what's going on?" He asks.
"Shouldn't we be the one saying that to you? You're the clearly
dangerous guy with the metal prosthetic and hidden blade." Sylvie
mumbled, taking out her knife. Arguably, she would probably end up
hitting Cutter with the gun and the mutant didn't seem to have one,
so knife seemed like the obvious choice. And hiding a blade
inside a metal prosthetic? How cliche is that? Sylvie thought.
Cutter didn't flinch as the blade popped out, but took careful note
of it. "To answer your questions, yes, I do consider you a threat.
And as for what's going on; you're a mutant kid." Cutter kept his
gun raised, aiming straight for the newcomer's head. "And the lady
has a point. You should be the one telling what's happening." he
looked at the new guy again. He was clearly quite young, but had
the general appearance of a corpse which had been dug up and
reanimated.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I don't know. I just woke up in some hospital and all these weird
looking creatures were trying to kill me. I still don't know how I
escaped." Jack looked at the soldier's gun, and noticed it looked
nothing like a gun should. "Is that a modified gun?" He asks.
"It's an M6D Pistol. Prototype. And I personalized it a bit. Enough
power in one round to shatter a three inch block of solid concrete.
Probably more at close range. And know this. You so much as twitch
in the wrong direction, one of these rounds will enter your head
between your eyes." Cutter warned and then lowered the weapon. The
mutant seemed genuinely confused. "You have a name?" he asked.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"My name is Jack. And I would really appreciate that you would not
shoot me." Jack put up his hands, surrendering to the man with the
bigger guns. Something that he seemed to remember about himself.
"What exactly are you two doing here?" He asks.
"I don't wanna shoot you." Cutter admitted. "It'd be a waste of
perfectly good ammo. So don't give me a reason. And we're just here
to spend the night. Y'know... shelter from the cold and the
Mutants." he said. Obviously failing at one of those two
things. Cutter thought. "What about you? Why are you here, in
this particular patch of land?"
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie took note of Jack's posture while the two talked. He seemed
almost submissive, though he really was confused, from his tone and
facial expression. Then again, he might be an actor. Sylvie
chided herself for thinking a mutant would ever be 'nice', or even
hesitate to kill a human. They wouldn't. This one... he was only a
newer generation, one that was smarter and could trick them.
Yes, that must be it. Sylvie decided.
"And mine telling us about that arm of yours?" She added, though
knowing he probably wouldn't have a satisfying answer. Most likely
"I don't know." or something of the sort.
Cutter looked over at Sylvie and wondered how useful she would be
in an actual fight. He made a mental note to give her a few basic
lessons. Then he turned his attention back to Jack, and waited
patiently for the mutant to answer the questions Sylvie and he had
asked, hoping he would get a clear and to-the-point answer. It
would be a first if he did.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Well, all I can remember about my arm is that it was injected with
something, and they had to amputate it." Jack grinned. "I like this
new one better, though." He waked towards them, keeping his full
attention on the gun. "Mind if I stay with you people for a little
bit? I don't really want to go back into that maze from Hell."
"Please say no?" Sylvie glanced at Cutter, trying to gauge his
reaction. This the former marine's credit, his face was as
impassive as always. Unfortunately, she couldn't tell what he
thought of the mutant's question. Oh, she'd much rather that mutant
crawl back to his own kind, back where she belonged. But ultimately
the decision was Cutter's to make.
Cutter thought. On one hand, he was a mutant and every instinct
screamed at him to pull the trigger and send a bullet on it's short
journey. On the other, there was strength in numbers. He wondered
for a second and then looked back at Sylvie. "Sorry." he said. Then
he lowered his weapon and turned back to Jack. "You can stay. Don't
get me wrong; you make me regret this for one second and I'm gonna
make getting torn limb from limb seem like sweet, sweet mercy."
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
(First of all, there's no fire. We've discussed that issue in
detail. Pay attention. And secondly, again with the one
liners?)
Cutter watched him warily as he sat down. Two survivors in one day.
The odds were almost incalculable. He sighed and turned to Sylvie.
"You said you have a knife, right? I'd quite like to see it." He
said, holding out a hand. Some people might've mistaken it for a
request. It was, in fact, an order. He almost winced as he realized
this. He had no right to order these people around. Old habits were
hard to shake.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Okay." Sylvie agreed, unsheathing her knife. It wasn't very
special, just a rather long knife (she thought it was a dagger, her
father called it a knife so a knife it was), with a slightly
modified handle to allow Sylvie more control and precision in her
cuts. Sylvie honestly doubted the knife would be much help dealing
with a mutant. "It's not much, I know. It's just a hunting knife my
dad got modified a bit." She admitted.
Cutter took it and examined the weapon. Then, he twirled it over
his fingers and caught it. "Half gram heavy on the hilt..." he
muttered. "You said your aim was worse than a Stormtrooper's,
right? Do you know how to throw this knife?" he asked, turning
towards her.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Sylvie relaxed somewhat at that. Of course! Sylvie thought.
She nodded. "Yeah, I meant my aim with a gun." She cringed. Her
father had refused to teach her after she managed to accidentally
shoot the neighbor's dog with his... whatever massive thing that
had been. She took the knife. "I'm aiming for the base of the spot
where Jack first appeared, kay?" She informed him. It was a
medium-range throw, so it should be pretty easy for her. She got
into stance, relaxing her body and for once standing up straight.
She threw the knife, watching as it flew through the air, before
burying itself in the soft earth where Jack had first stepped foot
into the clearing.
(Note: Sylvie's knife can't be used for long-distance throws since
it's NOT a throwing knife, it is in fact a highly modified fighting
knife. She's kinda bad at fighting though so uses it to hunt...)
"Impressive." Cutter nodded. He looked over at his supplies. He had
several clips of ammo... maybe even enough for a few practice
shots. But certainly not at night. The sound would be like a magnet
to any mutants within five kilometers. He looked around. "If you
want to catch some shut-eye, go ahead. I'm going to take first
watch." Cutter announced.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.