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The Dawn Reaches Down Below.

Fallout: Life In The Wasteland

Part 5 - "Catharsis"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: July 24, 2010

Dawn slowly awoke, rolling over in her bed and onto her right side, taking in a deep breath through her mouth, exhaling slowly through her nose. She slowly opened her eyes. She sat up, raising her hands to her face, rubbing at her eyes for a few moments before stretching by arching her back, a slight cracking appearing as she stretched for a moment, Dawn falling back down into her bed with a content sigh. She relaxed for a few minutes before pulling the sheets from her body, sitting up once more. She climbed out of her bed, finding her clothing by her feet, slipping on her underwear, pants, and shirt. She stepped over to the door of her room, unlocking it and pulling it open. She stepped through the doorway. A few people walked through the hallway beyond, Dawn closing the door to her room behind herself, walking down and along until she spotted Rocky in the studio's main filming room, standing by a large bed. Mister Pink stood nearby, dressed in his usual clothes. A few people were nearby as well, being a small group of both men and women.
Several sets of filming equipment were trained on the bed. Rocky smiled when he saw her, raising a hand, beckoning her over. Dawn walked over, the small group of people nearby seeming excited to see her. Dawn smiled at the group of fans, turning her attention to them, talking with them all for a few moments, accepting compliments from them. Getting her attention once more, Rocky said "I only let them in because I figured hearing from some fans might cheer you up. It's been a bit since your last movie...Figured you might want some encouragement." A few guards began to show the fans out of the studio, Dawn smiling happily as she said "Only cowards need encouragement to have sex, and I am most definitely not a coward. I'm ready to do this; it's not like one forgets how to do the deed. But...Thank you, anyway. Seeing the smiles on their faces and the horniness in their eyes was nice...I appreciate it, Rocky." Rocky smiled happily at her. "Don't mention it, babe. Now, this scene isn't going to be a whole movie by itself, it'll just be a little scene with a bunch of others compiled into one movie, so...Don't bother breaking a hip trying to make it last an hour, alright?"
Mister Pink chuckled slightly, Dawn smiling to herself. Dawn asked "Do you have anything special in mind? Is this gonna be some sort of ass-worshipping video, or something? I don't see any whips or chains around, so I assume you're not expecting us to get into any of the really kinky shit..." Mister Pink was smiling as he said "Yeah Rocky, what exactly did you have in mind this time around?" Rocky raised his hands near his chest with his palms facing them, raising his eyebrows with a grin as he said "Hey, calm down guys, I don't have anything planned...I'm more or less leaving it up to the two of you. You guys can do whatever you want." Mister Pink raised his eyebrows, pursing his lips slightly as he playfully said "I can think of a lot of things I'd like to do..." Dawn smiled and raised an eyebrow, looking over to him and raising a hand, smacking the back of her hand against his right upper arm lightly. He looked at her and jokingly said "Hey, that was uncalled for!"
Dawn didn't apologize, crossing her arms across her chest and looking away from him. Mister Pink reached over and gave her a rather firm pat on the ass, Dawn gasping, thrusting her hips forwards for a moment in reaction before looking over and glaring at him. Her dark expression hardly lasted a few seconds before a smile came back onto her face. Rocky chuckled as he said "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Here, I'll play some music for you guys to get you going." Mister Pink and Dawn both began to undress as Rocky turned on a radio nearby, a rock song immediately playing out by the bed quietly, the lyrics seeming rather appropriate, given the situation. "...Go on and take it off, take it off!...You gotta shake it off, baby, for me!...Come on and break me off, break me off!...'Cause I get what I want and I like what I see!..." Nude on the bed, lying on his back, Mister Pink beckoned Dawn closer with a movement of his index finger. Dawn got on the bed, crawling towards him on all fours, moving across it's dirty white sheets, a playful grin on the both of their faces, a spark of physical wanting appearing in them both.
Marv stumbled into a broken-down pharmacy, a few junkies looking at him lazily as he collapsed to the floor. Heather was still on his back, scrambling off of him quickly, crying as she screamed for help. A man in a yellow raincoat with no shirt on underneath and black pants stepped out into the room. His hair was blonde, but graying slightly all over, as well. The room they were in was quite sizable, taking up most of the single-story building's interior space. Only a single other room was in the building, blocked off with barbed-wire fencing. The room they were all in was filled with large metal shelves, the shelves totally stuffed with dark green bags of what must have been bedding of some kind. The fenced-off portion had shelves as well, but not nearly as much as the first room. A counter was in the fenced-off portion as well, the shelves within filled with merchandise in the form of chems. The man had an unimpressed face as he said "What, a junkie collapsing to the floor of my pharmacy? Nothing new." Heather begged him for help, running over to him and tugging on his hands. The man roughly pulled his hands from her's, irritably saying "Does he have any caps on him? My stuff ain't free."
Heather stopped sobbing, looking into the man's face with a different emotion now: anger. She turned from him and walked over to Marv's lying form, bending over and grabbing an item sticking out of his pocket. She turned to the man, a loud whirring appearing as the teeth of the Ripper's blade began to turn. The man's eyes widened. "Help him or I'll cut you in two!" Heather cried angrily. The man turned and ran, running into the fenced-off portion of the building, slamming the fence's door behind him, locking it. He grinned in triumph, laughing and raising a hand, flipping up his middle finger in Heather's direction. She ran to the fence's door, stabbing the Ripper down into the fencing, quickly grinding through it. The man lost his grin, stumbling back as Heather continued to cut through the fence angrily, eventually tearing a hole large enough for her to squeeze through. She ran closer to the man, bashing into him, shoving him to the ground. She grabbed his face by his jaw, holding up the Ripper and preparing to stab it down into his forehead, which would surely result in a very messy and painful death for the man. The man fearfully said "Okay! Okay! I'll help him!"
Heather froze. She had been a split-second away from stabbing down into the man. The Ripper's teeth continued to move along the blade rapidly. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks streaked with moisture, she warningly said "If he dies, you die! If you try anything funny, I'll still kill you, but I'll make sure it really hurts!" The man nodded. "Alright, alright!" He said. Heather quickly let him go, standing back from him. She released the button on the Ripper's handle, the motor within calming down, the teeth along the blade no longer moving. She knew how to handle the Ripper from closely watching Marv do exactly that several times. The man stood up, raising his right hand to his left shoulder, brushing himself off for a moment. "Jeez, for a little girl, you're pretty hardcore!" Heather pointed the Ripper at him, angrily saying "I may be a little girl, but I'll hurt you if I have to! Stop wasting time, help Marv, now!!"
The man grabbed a few stimpacks from a shelf nearby, asking "What's wrong with him exactly?" Heather, starting to go into a panic, said "He was shot, he's bleeding, just hurry up and help him, please!!" The man unlocked the broken fence door, walking out quickly to Marv. He pulled up the sleeve of Marv's suit jacket, quickly injecting three stimpacks into him. Heather walked over. Within a few moments, Marv slowly let out a groan. Heather let out a happy squeal, dropping to her knees by him. The man slowly took a few steps backwards, saying "Alright, I helped him. Please...Leave." Heather helped Marv to his feet, Marv thanking the man, Heather saying nothing. The two of them began to leave the store, the man watching them with a slightly annoyed face, saying nothing as they disappeared through the doorway.
Libitina had been constantly kept prisoner in a medical bay of sorts, strapped to a bed by her wrists and ankles, a large, thick, fabric strap going around her waist and neck as well, keeping her very securely in place. She had been subjected to a multitude of physical tests. At first, a mysterious figure named "Judas" had wanted to test out the vault's FEV on her, but as soon as he had had her stripped and realized she had become a hermaphrodite since she was last at the vault, he changed his plans. Now he was having scientists examine her entire body to try and discover how her male genitalia had come to creation, as well as if they were truly functional. Libitina's body was now the subject of much curiosity, the tests performed upon her reflecting this curiosity. She hated the doctors and nurses around her, she hated them so much her mind was constantly seething with a desire to harm them, almost eating up every other thing that she could possibly feel. About a month into the testing, Judas had begun to contemplate having Libitina's male genitals surgically removed, but he found it was impossible. Her male parts weren't simply growths, they couldn't just be cut off; they were actually one hundred percent functional, as in, they were connected to her internal organs just as well as her female genitals were. To remove it all would require very risky surgery going inside her body, surgery that could end up in her dying.
Judas let her remain as she was, more or less keeping her alive out of her sheer uniqueness. The tests grew more intense, beginning to be oriented less towards the actual physical nature of her organs and more the sexual nature of them. The very first thing the scientists did one they had her securely in their grasps was remove the makeup on her face, something that Libitina did not allow them to do quietly. Them doing so was more or less what sparked her deep hatred for them. Taking the paint from her face was like taking away her last shield, the last thing that hid her away. She felt totally defenceless and horribly vulnerable now. One day, after Libitina had long since lost count over how many days had passed, a man came to her in the night. Still strapped to the bed, naked and without any face paint upon her features, she was half-asleep when the door to the medical bay slid up into the ceiling to allow the person through the doorway. She mumbled "...Who's there?..." as she heard footsteps approach her bed in the near-complete darkness. A masculine figure stood over her in a moment. Libitina thought she could make out graying hair and a vault jumpsuit under a leather jacket. A man's deep voice said "Hush, it's alright..."
Libitina slowly began to grow more awake. "Who are you? Another damn scientist come to probe me? I thought you guys left me alone during the night?" The man said "I am no scientist. I'm just a resident of this vault. My name is not important, all you need to know is that I'm sick of Judas and his dictatorial rule over this vault." Libitina stared up at the man as she slowly said "...I don't believe you. Get out of here, you're just another asshole trying to mess with my head!..." The man was about to speak when Libitina angrily said "Get out! Stop trying to get in my head! You fucking scientists with all your tests, I'd rather you just kill me!" The man brought a hand down to Libitina's face, covering her mouth. "Stop making so much noise!" The man hissed. Libitina tried struggling against her bonds for a moment before calming down. The man eventually took his hand from her. "I don't care about what you now are, but I know you're a fighter. I was there when you first left the vault. I was there when you came back. I'll set you free...You might be the only one that can get rid of Judas."
The sides of Libitina's face began to grow streaked with moisture as she began to cry. "You're lying, the scientists are just trying to break me, you're just a test!...Just leave me alone or kill me, just end it already!" The man paused for a moment before coming down closer to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and upper back. Libitina began to sob loudly, crying powerfully, the man quietly whispering to her, trying to soothe her. He assured her he wasn't a test the scientists were setting up. He tried to comfort her as she poured out her emotional pains to him. After several minutes, she finally stopped crying. He released her, saying "Your little jars of face paint are in the drawer to the left of your bed. Your weapons were taken to the armoury...I can't help you with that right away. Your clothes are in the drawer, as well. Most of the guards are asleep or aren't patrolling the halls during this time. Once I set you free, I can take you to the armoury, and maybe we can-" A shot rang out, the man falling over on Libitina's bed for a moment before slipping to the ground, blood splashing against her chest and stomach. Her eyes went wide. The lights of the room turned on, the man in the gasmask and several guards walking into the room from the doorway.
The man in the gas mask kicked the dead man's body when he reached the bed. "Asshole. Did you really think we wouldn't be watching my precious little Veronica?" Libitina watched as a guard grabbed the dead man from beside her bed, dragging him off towards a doorway nearby. The man in the gas mask said "The scientists will clean the blood off of you in the morning. Until then, sleep tight." A guard nearby smirked. "Little freak." He said, not even trying to lower his voice or hide his words. Libitina's eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open slightly. The guards left, the lights turning off, the door sliding to a shut with a menacing hum. It was as if something in Libitina's mind snapped right then, breaking into two. She struggled against her bonds violently, screaming as loudly as she could, her eyes wide. She pulled and jerked against her bonds so hard that her skin began to grow raw and red, friction slowly starting to open stinging cuts in her skin. After an hour of her thrashing, a scientist entered the room, approaching the bed. Libitina was acting almost like a rabid animal now, doing all she could to get her hands free to strangle the scientist, to get her face near him to bite him, to get her legs free to kick out at him. The man stabbed her in the arm with a syringe, injecting her with a clear, water-like fluid. Libitina slowly calmed and quieted down, eventually falling into a deep, dreamless, drug-induced sleep, her eyelids falling shut after a minute or so.
"Oh God, yes, yes!!" Dawn cried out as ecstasy rocked her mind. Mister Pink was between her legs, his hips pumping back and forth, sweat droplets lightly covering the both of their bodies. Her legs wide apart, Dawn lay on her back, Mister Pink on his knees in the space between her limbs. They had been in the sexual act for nearly thirty minutes; Mister Pink had quite the amount of stamina, he hadn't had a single orgasm since the two of them began. Dawn hadn't had one either, her body and mind being in an intense sense of pleasure. The both of them could have had an orgasm if they wanted to, but Dawn was fighting back her orgasm, refraining from touching herself as well, and Mister Pink was secretly trying to pleasure Dawn as much as he could, also trying to keep going for as long as he could. Rocky walked into the studio and looked surprised. "Pink my boy, your scene with her is gonna take up the whole movie! Not that I mind, of course. I did promote a movie with Dawn returning before, heh." Dawn was panting heavily as she said "Cum, Pink! Cum on me! Cum!" Her urging was the final push for him. He had been fighting back his orgasm, but her words mercilessly shoved him over the edge.
He pulled out of her at the last second, not even needing to touch himself, his orgasm just bursting over him. He spurted a few loads out on her lower stomach, almost instantly falling by her side afterwards. Dawn lowered a hand to herself, shutting her eyes tight as she rubbed herself, her legs trembling slightly as she quickly brought herself to orgasm, letting out a rather powerful spray of fluids to the bed sheets, crying out in pleasure as she did so. Panting heavily, the two of them lay by one another silently, Rocky walking over and pressing a button on all of the cameras around the bed, turning them off. He grinned as he said "Hot damn, that'll get some moans out of some people, for sure!" Mister Pink tiredly said "...I can't feel my legs!..." Dawn chuckled, still panting lightly, giving him a pat on the back. "That'll do, Pink...That'll do." Mister Pink chuckled to himself. A general sense of euphoria nestled over them both for a few minutes while the two of them rested and cooled off, the two of them eventually getting up from the bed. Dawn said "Ahhh....That was great! I had almost forgotten how much energy you can muster up."
Mister Pink rolled over onto his back on the bed, having been on his front before. He raised his arms up and spread them to the sides as he said "That's what I'm here for. I'm a pleaser." Dawn smiled, Rocky walking over and handing her a box of tissues, Dawn cleaning herself up with a few pieces. Mister Pink didn't want any, he said he was fine as he was. Once Dawn was cleaned up of cum and fluids, she got dressed once more, saying "Mmm...Right now, I could use a drink..." Rocky asked her where she was planning on going. Dawn told him she was going to go to the Shark Club, heading back to her room, pulling on her socks and shoes, heading out into the studio again before totally leaving the building. Walking along the streets, she headed around the studio until she reached the street behind it, seeing the Shark Club across from Salvatore's Bar. She crossed the street and walked into the front casino room, heading through it to the other part of the first floor, to the bar and stage. The stage was empty of entertainment, but the building was much the opposite. Even in the morning, people were filling the establishment, gambling in the casino or drinking at the bar.
Dawn found an empty seat at the bar, walking over and taking the spot, snapping her fingers to get the bartender's attention. He walked over and asked "What'll ya have?" Dawn said "Gamma Gulp Beer, please." The bartender nodded, turning and walking to the shelves behind the counter, finding a bottle of the alcohol she had asked for. When the bartender returned, before he could ask for payment, Dawn said "Don't bother asking for caps. Talk to your floor manager. Trust me, I don't have to pay for my drinks." The bartender gave her a bit of a curious look before placing the bottle of beer on the counter. He walked off to serve another patron. Dawn smiled as she pulled the cap off the bottle of beer, dropping it to the counter. She took a quick swig before she noticed the man to her right. He seemed to be in his thirties. His head was shaved. His eyes were deep blue, a dark brown bushy beard on his face. He wore a leather jacket with a single sleeve along with leather pants and hiking boots. A pistol was in a holster on his left side. A bottle of Rot Gut sat in his hands against the top of the bar, his face looking rather miserable. Dawn turned to him slightly. "I can't help but notice how glum you look." She said.
The man glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. She recognized his accent when he spoke, it was English. "Glum could describe me right about now, yeah." Dawn asked "What's the problem? Maybe I could help." The man shook his head lightly. "One person ain't enough...I need a small army." Dawn raised her eyebrows, smiling as she said "A few people have said I'm practically a small army by myself. My name's Dawn, by the way." The man chuckled lightly. "One person ain't enough, trust me...But I suppose telling you about it couldn't hurt." Dawn watched as he turned to her slightly. He looked to the ground slightly as he said "...I need to go back and get my friends...But I can't do it alone....The vault has a lot of guards, I need some people to go back with me to help free my friends...See, a friend of mine came from a vault, but he didn't know exactly where it was for a while..." Dawn nodded, listening intently. The man continued. "Well, we found the place, but...We eventually walked into a trap...Everyone was captured except for me, I made a break for it and got out of the vault again...I rode my brahmin back here...I couldn't take my friend's car, he must have taken the keys with him before he went into the vault..."
Dawn narrowed her eyes slightly. She remembered Rocky telling her of how Kid had taken Ace's car with him when he had left with Dominique. Dawn slowly asked "Your friend, the one who owned the car...What was his name?" The man said "He called himself "Kid"..." Dawn didn't make it obvious that she knew the name. She nodded, saying "What vault? Couldn't have been Vault City's or Vault 13, right? Vault 15 is kind of fucked these days, so..." The man shook his head. "It was a vault nobody had found before...Vault 17." Dawn nodded. "Well, I'm interested in helping you, but first things first. Where is this vault located?" The man said "Along a string of cliffs between Illust and Modoc. It's in a cave, underground." Dawn nodded, saying "Alright. I'll help you get your friends, don't worry." The man stood up from the bar just as Dawn did, the both of them taking their drinks. "Name's Ronald, Ronald Hindley. If you're serious about heading back there, we can ride my brahmin. Faster than walking." Dawn nodded. "Sounds good." She said simply. "Just give me some time to get ready. I need to grab some armour and guns, you understand." Ronald nodded. "Alright, well...I'll be here when you're ready." Dawn nodded, walking away from the bar, taking a few gulps from her bottle. Her heart was beating rapidly with excitement. She knew where Kid was now! She felt hope and happiness shoot up in her chest like a geyser as she quickly left the building.
She headed back to the studio, quickly finishing her drink while rushing inside and into the back room, entering her private quarters. She wished for a moment that she still had her black armour with her, but she realized that Kid must have taken most of her weapons and armour with him when he left, perhaps so nobody else could loot it during her absence. Dawn pulled on her torso covering of leather armour and slipped on her sunglasses, raising her bag of supplies, pulling out her Beretta and Colt 10mm pistols, pulling the bag on and keeping the pistols in her hands as she left the studio. She quickly walked back to the Shark Club, walking inside, going to the bar once more. She found Ronald again, saying "Alright, let's go." Ronald turned to her in his chair and said "Hey, Dawn, I don't think just you and me will be enough...The vault had a lot of guys in it...I mean, there were a lot of guns pointed in me and my friend's faces when we were there." Dawn cooly pushed her pistols into the front of her pants as Ronald continued to say "I'm all set for going there, but if we're gonna go, I wanna do things right. We'll need more people."
Dawn's face was calm as her hands shot up to his collar, grabbing him by the front of his jacket. She pulled him closer, bringing his face close to her's. She spoke low and in a rather relaxed yet menacing manner, Ronald not resisting her. "Listen very closely to my words, Ronald. I won't repeat them. I know Kid. I know him intimately. I was the one that gave him his name. It's my fault he got upset and went south with that other girl...I let something happen that I shouldn't have. It's my life's new goal to find him again. I'll kill anyone that hinders me, and right now, you're hindering me from finding him quickly by refusing to use your brahmin unless we have more people. We don't have time to find more people. We leave to find him, and we leave this very moment. If you disagree, I will kill you. You might think you could draw your gun faster than me; don't get any stupid ideas like that. Don't make the mistake so many others have. Just swallow your fucking pride and realize that I'm tougher than you, I can and will end you if you don't help me in exactly the way I say." Ronald stared hard into Dawn's eyes as she spoke, looking through her sunglasses. After a few seconds, he sighed through his nose. "Let me go, will ya?" He said. Dawn slowly released him. He took a step back. "Hard to believe Kid would run with a girl like you. Relatively quiet guy like him...Doesn't seem the type to be attracted to the bad girls."
Dawn said "Never mind that. Let's go. Where are your brahmin?" Ronald said "In a parking lot a few streets from here. Without guards to watch them, I had to tie 'em up somewhere secretive. Let's go...If we're gonna do this thing, just the two of us, we might as well get the bloody deed over with as soon as possible." Dawn smiled. "That's the spirit!" She said, almost condescendingly. Ronald gave her a bit of a look but said nothing. The two of them left the Shark Club, heading out into the streets. Just as they did so, Krypt, Stitch, and Ice walked around a corner in the street, having been heading towards the casino, themselves. Stitch's eyes widened when he saw her, along with Ice. Dawn smiled when she saw them, holding her arms out wide. Stitch grinned and called out "You have more lives than an irradiated cat! I guess the Brotherhood helped you, huh?" Dawn nodded as the three of them approached, noticing they were all armed with their weapons. "Yeah, they brought me back. I have some business I have to attend to right now, though...Really important stuff...So I won't be able to do anything with the Wrights for a while."
Ice asked "What are you doing? If it be something we can help with, you know we got your back." Stitch and Krypt both nodded in agreement with Ice's words. Dawn smiled and nodded, saying "I know, thanks, you guys. You might, in fact, be able to help us. We're heading to the north to a "Vault 17"...We might need some help busting some people out. You three up for a little journey?" Stitch shrugged. "Sure. Already got my gun with me, and it's not like Keith will shit himself and send out search parties to scour the wasteland if I disappear for a week or two." Krypt's raspy voice lightly sounded out. "...Since New Reno came under total Wright control, nothing really interesting has gone on...A journey sounds wonderful..." Ice nodded, seemingly agreeing with Krypt's words. Dawn smiled. "You guys are the best. Come on, Ronald'll show us to his brahmin, we'll ride them to where the vault is." Everyone nodded, following Dawn as she walked by Ronald, Ronald leading her down a nearby street...
A few days of travel later and the group was slowly riding along the cliffs between Illust and Modoc, relaxing as the brahmin carts gently moved along. Dawn perked up as Ronald said "Alright, I think we're getting close!" She peered out into the distance, seeing a black shape resting by the cliff up ahead. It was Ace's old Highwayman! Dawn jumped out of the brahmin cart, racing along, sprinting towards the Highwayman. In a few minutes she reached it, breathing a little heavily but not even close to having lost her breath. She looked into the car. It had bags of equipment in it, including Dawn's old black armour, several weapons, and Dawn's large bag of caps. A bag of supplies sat in the car as well, a slight stench of rotting food coming from it. Dawn opened the driver's side door to the car, reaching in and grabbing the bag of food, throwing it out of the car and to the side. Throughout her entire life, Dawn had never once stooped low enough to eating rotten food. Never once had she let her pride go so low as to let her eat rotten food. She'd rather kill someone innocent and take their food than eat spoiled food. She quickly pulled off her bag, leather armour, and sunglasses, tossing them all into the back of the car.
She pulled off her clothes, standing only in her underwear, folding up her clothes and laying it down in the backseat, as well. She reached over to a bag holding her black armour, pulling it out. She pulled on the torso piece, pulling it on and struggling for a moment with the zipper on her back, but eventually succeeding in pulling it all the way up. She pulled on the pants to the armour, grabbing her old belt from the back, slipping it on, as well. She slipped on her boots, lacing them tightly, pulling her pant legs down all the way to partially cover the top of the boots. She pulled on her leather gloves before slipping into her leather trenchcoat. She reached into the backseat and pulled out her Gauss Rifle, smiling to herself, glad that Kid had held onto her stuff while she had been gone. She grabbed her helmet from the bag, it being the last piece of equipment she had to put on. She did so, bringing it down on and around her head, the lenses of the helmet being lit up with an internal blue glow as she did so, showing her surroundings in a slight blue shade but also showing everything to her in a much more crisp and sharp manner than her plain eyes could unaided. The lenses essentially provided a bit of night vision, eliminating shadows and darkness so she could see everything as it was.
She checked the magazine of her Gauss Rifle; it still had about three quarters of it's maximum capacity. She checked the pockets of her trenchcoat with one hand. The extra magazines for her Gauss Rifle were still in the pockets, remaining in the same place Dawn had put them when she first got the armour and weapon. She waited for another minute until Ronald's carts showed up. Her voice was rather clear and still very understandable as she spoke through the helmet's speaker, but it still had a very slight mechanical touch added to it. "Come on! This is the cave with the vault, right?" Ronald jumped down from his brahmin cart, Stitch and the rest doing the same. "Yeah, this is it. Let's be careful...They may have beefed up their security since the rest and I came around." Dawn said "I'll be as careful as I need to be. Time is most likely of the essence." Ronald nodded in understanding. The group approached the cave opening, stepping into it's darkness, proceeding with Ronald as a guide.
Kid was alone. The vault's guards had taken Dominique from him just a day before. He fought against the many guards with her, but they eventually knocked Kid back and dragged Dominique away, Dominique screaming in fear and anger. Sitting with his back against a wall on the far side of the cell, his knees raised to his chest with his arms around his legs, he stared at the yellow force field filling the doorway up ahead with dark eyes. Footsteps rapidly approached the doorway a few seconds later, Kid watching as the man with the gasmask appeared standing in it, several armed guards with him. "Okay, Albert. It is time for your tests, now." The man said through his gasmask. Kid narrowed his eyes. "That's not my name." He said simply. The man said nothing, walking over to something by the doorway, a few "beeps" sounding out as the man entered commands into a computer console. The force field was lowered, the guards in the hallway immediately raising their guns and pointing them at Kid. The man's voice sounded out. "Come, Albert. Let's not make this any more of a hassle than it has to be."
Kid shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere with you guys. You might as well just shoot me." His words were dark and forceful. The man sighed lightly. Just as a couple of guards took a few steps forwards and towards the interior of the cell, an alarm sounded out, a loud beeping sounding out from speakers in the ceilings of the hallways every few seconds. The man with the gasmask rapidly pressed a few buttons on the console by the cell, raising the force field once more. "An intruder. Let's go. Might be that man from before returning to try and help his friends." The man with the gasmask said. He and the guards all quickly walked off, leaving Kid alone. Kid's mind was racing. Was Ronald back? Had he finally returned to help? It had been so long! Kid waited patiently in his cell, waiting for something more to happen, thinking rapidly with every second that passed.
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