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Venom Entering It's Veins.

Fallout: Life In The Wasteland

Part 6 - "The Scaled Hiss"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: August 7, 2010

Harlot and Cain entered New Reno with their slaves in tow. After Cain had burnt two of them to death, none of the slaves had even attempted to try to escape. Cain pushed the slaves along as Harlot guided them all to the meeting place. A soft string instrument was playing on the air as the group entered a parking lot surrounded by short buildings. The lot was filled with the skeletons of cars, the cars lacking doors, tires, windows, and just the general appearance of life and functionality. Harlot looked up ahead. A man in a slightly-dirty white business suit and dark sunglasses stood with a banjo of sorts in his hands, plucking on it's strings in a short repetition of notes. He wore a dark blue tie. He had an old grey pre-war hat on his head, smiling to himself quaintly as he played his instrument. Four men stood by him, all dressed in metal armour and wielding assault rifles of varying types. Harlot and Cain slowly approached him with the slaves. The man was watching them from behind his sunglasses. "You can stop there." He said. He spoke with a bit of a southern accent.
Harlot and Cain both stopped moving several meters from the man. There was a light wind blowing across the parking lot. Cain reached a hand up to his head and felt through his hair for a moment, adjusting his sunglasses on his nose afterwards. Harlot said "Here's your shipment of slaves. I won't ask what you want to do with them, that's not my business. All I'm interested in is the caps. Pass me the money and we'll go our separate ways." The man kept playing his banjo-like instrument. He stared at the slaves, the dark lenses of his sunglasses hiding his eyes. "One of 'em is a ghoul." Harlot glanced at the female ghoul in the group of slaves for a second before looking back to the man. "And? I admit, the smell can be a little sour, but ghouls can work just as well as normal people." The man said "I'm not looking for slave labour, girl. I'm interested in raising up my own little pen of fuck-friends...Not for myself, mind you. Sex is a dirty thing in my books, I've no interest in the filthy act. But others will gladly pay for some booty, be it from a guy or a girl, everyone has their secret tastes. Nobody's gonna buy some rotten ol' ghoul poontang, though. Ain't no fetish for ghouls, not that I ever heard of."
Harlot raised her eyebrows, a few of the slaves looking frightened with the future now laid before them. Harlot stared at the ghoul woman. "Then...What? Do you not want her? If you don't, I'll just kill her. You'd be doing her poor soul a favour by taking her." The man snorted, not playing his instrument anymore. He spit to the ground by his feet. "Don't make me laugh, ghouls have no soul. I'll take her, though...She may not be useful as a sexy slave, but she'll still have her uses, just the same. I only wanna pay half-price for her, though." Harlot nodded. "That's reasonable. You have the caps?" The man nodded. He looked over his shoulder. "Bring the bag out, Zeke. Take about a handful out." A nearby guard turned and walked over to a nearby broken-down car, reaching inside and grabbing a reasonably-sized burlap sack, fishing out a handful of whatever was inside and slipping it into a pocket on his pants. Harlot smiled slightly at the guard as he walked over with the bag, winking at him as he handed it to her. He raised his eyebrows at her, smiling for a moment before walking back to the rest of the guards and the man in the suit. Harlot peeked inside the bag, seeing it to be filled with the small, hard bottlecaps of various types of Nuka-Cola.
She jiggled the bag slightly, feeling the weight of the caps within. She nodded. "I figure that feels about right. Alright....Push the slaves over to them, Cain." Cain edged the slaves along, saying "You guys can keep the rope." The man in the suit nodded shortly. "I appreciate it." His reply was short but genuinely thankful. The man's guards grabbed the slaves by the ropes, keeping them close to them as Cain walked back to Harlot. Harlot smiled at the man in the business suit. "Well...This concludes our transaction. It was a pleasure doing business with you fine gentlemen, and if you're ever in the need for more, send word for us through the Slaver's Guild again. We'll make sure to supply you with what you desire." The man tipped his hat to Harlot and Cain. "Will do. Adios, girly. 'Twas a pleasure, to be sure." The man plucked on his instrument quietly as the group all turned around and headed off with the slaves, walking off into an alley between two nearby houses and disappearing from view. Harlot raised an eyebrow with a smile and looked into the bag once more, jiggling the caps within, shaking the bag gently. She was still smiling to herself as Cain came up behind her, giving her a light pat on the ass.
She lost her smile and raised her eyebrows curiously, looking over her shoulder as Cain brought his face closer to her's. He had his eyebrows raised as he smiled devilishly. "Guess what time it is?" Harlot smiled and closed her eyes a little. "I know, I know...Blowjob time. I was thinking of going somewhere with a little shade, first...Unless, of course, you really want it out here in the sun of this parking lot, in which case, whatever." Cain stepped back from her, saying "Finding a shaded place would be fine. Come on, one of these buildings nearby will do." Harlot smiled more and followed him as he turned around and began to walk towards a nearby half-toppled building, carrying the bag of caps securely in her hands as she moved just a few steps behind him.
Libitina finished painting along Heather's face, smiling as she took a step back, closing her jars of paint and slipping them into the pocket over her stomach, in her robe-armour. Heather was excited. She wanted to see how her face looked, but no mirror was around. Libitina said that Heather looked good, Heather blushing and looking off to the side embarrassingly. Libitina had painted a yellow star on Heather's left cheek, a white crescent moon on her right cheek, and a small black bird on Heather's forehead. Heather looked to Marv and asked him what she looked like. Marv told her about what Libitina had painted and said she looked cute, Heather ecstatic as she thanked Libitina with red in her cheeks. Libitina smiled and said that it was no problem. Libitina watched as Dominique walked back into the diner. "What are they up to?" Libitina asked her. Dominique walked over and quietly said "They're just relaxing with one another...They're just sitting together..." Libitina said "Well, that's not such a bad thing...But you don't seem really happy. You look sort of...Tired, I guess." Dominique softly said "Do I?...I had no idea..."
Libitina raised an eyebrow curiously. "Something wrong, Dom?" Libitina asked gently. Dominique sighed softly, shaking her head, looking to the ground slightly. "No, nothing's wrong...Everything's fine..." Dominique walked over to a nearby table and took a seat at it quietly. Libitina walked over and sat by her. "Come on, what's wrong?" Dominique shook her head. "Nothing, Libby...Leave me alone, nothing's wrong..." Libitina raised her eyebrows. "Dominique, something's clearly bothering you, what is it?" Dominique began to grow annoyed, and it showed on her face slightly. "Libby, please, leave me alone...I don't want to talk about it." Libitina took the hint coming from Dominique, looking down to the table dejectedly for a moment before looking back up to Dominique and nodding gently. "Alright...Sorry for bothering you..." Libitina stood up and turned around just as Dominique said "I...I didn't mean to sound rude or anything...Sorry...I just don't want to talk right now...Okay?..." Libitina turned and looked at her, saying "It's fine, don't worry...I understand..." Dominique smiled at her thankfully. Libitina walked over to a nearby shattered window, looking through it to the broken buildings beyond. She took in a deep breath through her nose before slowly exhaling through her mouth.
"Money. In my hand. Now. I don't barter, dumbass. I don't take items or other stupid trinkets. I take money, just cold, hard, money." The junkie sitting on the ground stared up at Hiro blankly, like he didn't understand what he was saying. "Well...Why don't you just go sleep with Caroline over there? She'll do it....Tell 'er I sent ya, she'll let you in the "back door", if ya know what I mean, heh heh!" Hiro sighed and raised a hand to his face in annoyance. "Oh, you stupid little fuck...I want caps, what do you take me for, some kind of retard? The debt you owe is to the Wrights, it's not to me, it's to them. I'm not screwing some chick then paying your debt for you, besides, I got a girl back at my place that loves anal, I don't have to go after some Jet addict to get some of that kind of love. Just give me what I want and I'll leave, I won't ask you again." The man kept staring up at Hiro blankly. "Look, I can tell you're a man that means business, so why don't you just loan me, say, fifty caps, and I can take it, gamble it, and get more than two hundred back, I swear!" Hiro burst into raucous laughter for several seconds.
When he finally stopped laughing, he grinned as he said "You must really take me for a fucking moron." He shook his head, almost in exasperation, and looked to the sky. "Christ, this is a waste of fuckin' time!..." He said. The looked back down to the junkie and pulled out one of his pistols, pulling out the one from his right pocket. The junkie's face stayed blank and almost mildly confused. "Now now, there's no need to pull out guns, like I said-" Hiro didn't let the man finish, firing four quick rounds into the junkie's chest. The junkie's chin fell down on his chest as blood ran down into the sidewalk. Hiro knelt by the junkie's body and felt in his pockets, finding a little plastic baggie of caps, having maybe fourty caps in it. Hiro stood up and pushed the bag into a back pocket on his pants, giving the junkie's corpse a savage kick a moment later. "Could've just given me the damn caps, but nooooo...Had to try and weasel your ass out of paying your debt, hmm? Well, now you're dead. Have fun with that." Hiro turned from the body and walked down the street, pushing his pistol back into his pocket as he moved. Now he had to drop off the caps and grab a stimpack for Felicity, but even then, his work for the day wasn't finished.
He had two more little jobs to do, two more debts to collect. He walked down a few streets for several minutes before a woman walked out a dark alley. She had dark, chocolatey skin and dyed blonde hair, wavy and hanging around her neck but going no further down. She was dressed in a tight red dress with a torn neckline reaching down on her chest between her breasts, revealing a little more skin. Her body was a little curvy, not being anything extraordinary, being just about average. "Hey, baby...Wanna have some fun?" She asked with a smile. Her voice was soft and seductive. Hiro turned to her, raising an eyebrow. He recognized her voice. She was Naomi, a hooker that owed money to the Wrights. She was one of his two remaining "appointments", in fact. Her eyes widened when she realized it was Hiro, her smile dying almost instantly. "H-Hiro!...Uhm...I don't think I have the caps just yet..." Hiro crossed his arms across his chest, chastisingly saying "Naomi, Naomi, Naomi...What will I do with you? All responsible girls know to take care of their debts!" He raised a hand and wagged a finger at her, clicking his tongue at the same time condescendingly. "Tsk tsk tsk!" He shook his head gently before lowering his arms.
Naomi pleadingly said "Hiro, please, I haven't seen a lot of johns lately! I don't have your caps, please!" Hiro reached into his right pocket and pulled out one of his pistols, raising his eyebrows, holding it by his hip for Naomi to see. Her dark brown eyes shone with fear. She took a slow step backwards, raising her hands slightly, her voice shaking as she said "N-No, please! I can get you your caps, I just gotta see a friend about it, please!...Don't hurt me Hiro, please!" Hiro simply grinned at her reaction of fear. He enjoyed seeing it. Seeing her cower slightly in fear felt wonderful. A man, tall and much more muscular than Hiro, walked out of the nearby dark alley, dressed in a pair of dark gray boxers and a dirty black muscle shirt. His hair was cut close to his skull, only leaving a bit of dark stubble on his head. "This guy bothering you, Naomi? What, he doesn't want to pay your price, or something?" The woman turned to him and worriedly said "Just get back in the alley, please, let me handle this!" The man gave Hiro a dark look as Naomi tried to get him to go back into the alley. That dark look was all the provocation Hiro needed. He quickly raised his pistol and fired multiple times.
Naomi was splattered with a bit of blood as the man collapsed to the ground, five small holes in the man's torso. Naomi screamed in fear, looking at her hands, seeing them to coated in dark crimson. Hiro pressed the barrel of his pistol to the side of her head. He raised his eyebrows with a smile as she looked to the side, into his face. "Money?" Hiro said in a joyful question. Naomi sobbed softly before she said "He...He had some in the alley!...Just let me go get it!..." Hiro pushed her into the alley. Naomi kept crying as she walked towards a nearby trash can, reaching inside and grabbing something within. It was a small leather fanny pack. She handed it to Hiro, Hiro pushing his pistol back into his pocket and unzipping the main pocket of the pack, looking inside. He raised his eyebrows at her. "Not enough." Naomi's eyes went rather wide as she began to cry even harder in despair, not being sure what to do or to say. Hiro grinned at her and waved a hand at her, saying "Naw, just fuckin' with you. This is fine. See you around some time, hmm?" Naomi watched Hiro quietly with wide, red eyes for a few seconds. Hiro was about to turn away when he realized she was staring at him.
He raised an eyebrow at her and smiled. "Wipe away your tears and clean up that pretty face. Remember...Johns don't like it when the bitch cries." Naomi looked to the ground, almost in hopelessness, Hiro chuckling darkly as he walked out of the alley. "Now...Might as well just do that last stop before dropping this stuff off...Then I can get Felicity her stimpack. I'll be done work for the day, so...Might be able to chill out with her for a bit, as long as nothing big suddenly pops up." Hiro headed down the street quietly, still smiling to himself as he held onto the straps to the fanny pack in his left hand, jingling sounds coming from it with every step, the caps filling it's interior shaking against one another as he moved.
Sitting in his office at his desk, Keith Wright was listening to a holotape sent to him by a Brotherhood of Steel scout. The holotape played it's recording of an unknown man's calm and collected voice. "...As per our deal, we request the following thing from you, knowing full well that your crime family completely controls the city of New Reno. The equivalent of ten thousand caps worth of weapons, armour, medical supplies, ammunition, food, or drinks. You can pay this fee in any variation of those items; you don't have to pay the entire fee with nothing but, for example, ammunition or armour. We will not, however, accept the fee entirely in nothing but food or drinks, as these items are fragile and can spoil. We think you'll find that the price is very reasonable, given the fact that we brought someone back to life for you. If you cannot pay the price, then we hope you've enjoyed your short time as the de facto leader of New Reno. A few of our men will arrive in a couple of day's time to pick up your payment. Do not make them wait for it." The holotape shut itself off, it's recording finishing. Keith sighed softly.
He knew he could pay the fee the Brotherhood was demanding, but it would deliver a heavy blow to his finances. He would have to pay the fee through a combination of food, drinks, ammo, and medical supplies. He couldn't afford to give up much armour or weapons, he had to keep his soldiers equipped with everything he had. He wished he could pay the fee in actual caps and not items, but he knew the Brotherhood wouldn't be interested in caps. They almost never dealt with outsiders, so dealing in caps was pointless to them. They were only ever interested in supplies. Bringing Dawn back cost him a figurative arm and a leg, but it was worth it. She was a bit of a symbol to his men, they all knew of the things she had done for the crime family, it boosted morale to see her around. He hadn't seen her since he had sent her body with Hiro to the Brotherhood months before, but he had heard from Hiro not long before that Dawn was back. He wondered why she hadn't come to see him, but he figured she had her reasons. Keith thought a little more on it, words running through his mind. "She'll come see me when she's ready..."
The people at the very front of the Scaled Hiss stepped into the outskirts New Reno. Several important-looking men and women looked around, a few of them nodding. They were all dressed in combat armour and wielding various weapons. "Perfect." One of them said, a man with a grizzly beard and a large black rifle with multiple wires running along it resting in his hands, the rifle being a Wattz 2000 Laser Rifle. "Sweep n' clear, boys. Kill everyone. Gotta purge the city before we can take it for our own." The rest of the men by him shouted out orders to a few men just walking into the city. Those men shouted out more orders to more men. Those men shouted even more orders to even more men. Eventually, the huge horde of the Scaled Hiss, all three hundred of them, began marching into the city. Three hundred raiders was an extremely large force, not very many raider groups had ever had numbers matching that or going beyond that. It was nothing compared to the armies of some of the major cities, but for a simple group of raiders, three hundred was a lot. The Scaled Hiss killed junkies, hookers, pimps, dealers, people at the wrong place at the wrong time...They shot everyone, working their way through the outskirts, working their way towards the middle of the city...
Dawn and the rest had the misfortune of being in a spot close to where the Scaled Hiss were starting their attack. A man fleeing the group ran through the streets with a bloody nose, shouting out "Run, run, everyone, run! They...They wanna kill us all! Run!!" Dawn heard the man, pulling her helmet on and standing up with Kid once more. She picked up her Gauss Rifle and said "Come on...Let's grab Dom and Libby and get out of here...I have a bad feeling about this." Kid nodded worriedly, the two of them holding hands as they walked around the nearby curve in the diner's outside wall and looking into the diner through a shattered window. They saw everyone inside. They all looked worried, having seen and heard the man, as well. Dawn called out "Come on, let's get out of here! I don't know what's going on, but we shouldn't stick around here, anyway. Marv, Heather?...I don't know what you guys are gonna do, but if you have no plans, you might as well come with us." The two of them nodded, Marv saying "Thanks!" Everyone left the diner except the man that worked there, Dawn and the rest moving down the nearby street, hearing gunshots on the wind as they headed back to the Golden Globes studio.
Harlot had just finished up with Cain when they both heard the gunshots. Harlot brought her head up from Cain's lap and raised an eyebrow. Cain was panting gently as Harlot raised her left hand to her mouth, wiping away any saliva from her lips onto the back of her wrist. She looked up at him, saying "Something's going on...Better split." Cain nodded, the two of them standing up, Harlot raising his pants for him as she stood up, Cain doing them up a moment later. They grabbed their weapons and cautiously walked outside, standing near the doorway. Multiple shots were sounding out, drifting on the wind but sounding close. "Too many shots to be just one little firefight...Coming from too many directions, too." Cain muttered. Harlot nodded in agreement. She walked back into the building they had been in, walking back out a few seconds later, the bag of caps in her hands. "Where to?" Cain asked. Harlot said "Let's get out of here and head for The Den. We can check with the Guild to see if there's any new requests in we can snag." Cain nodded, saying "Sounds good." The two of them walked through the parking lot as the shots began to sound out even closer. "C'mon, let's get a move on!..." Harlot said a little quietly. Cain nodded, the two of them now rushing, jogging slightly as they slipped into a nearby alley between two buildings, disappearing in the passageway's darkness.
Dawn and the rest reached the Golden Globes studio within a few minutes. Dawn watched as people rushed through the streets, seemingly fleeing in every direction. "It's the Hiss! It's the Scaled Hiss!" Someone was screaming the words down the street. Dawn made an annoyed face. "Bullshit. They wouldn't try to take over all of New Reno. They're just one group, I don't care how big they, they can't possibly have the balls to try something like that." Shots sounded out like crazy from just down the street they were on, the shots coming from Virgin Street. Dawn's eyes widened. "What do we do?" Dominique asked worriedly. Dawn looked over and spotted several people crowding around the Highwayman, perhaps thinking they could escape in it. Dawn narrowed her eyes and raised up her Gauss Rifle, pointing it at the group and firing two quick shots. She hit two people, their blood flying on the air, the rest of the group fleeing. Dawn quickly walked over to the Highwayman, everyone following her. Dawn got in the Highwayman's driver seat, Kid getting in the passenger side beside her. Dominique and Libitina got in the back, clearing anything else in the seat down by their feet, Marv sitting by them once everything was cleared, Heather sitting up in his lap.
There was no more room for her to sit by herself, so she had to sit on someone's legs, choosing Marv herself. Dawn started the Highwayman quickly, saying "We have to get out of here. If the Scaled Hiss is really trying to take over the city, then it's probably because they think they have enough guys and enough guns to pretty much have an army. Even the Wrights will be disorganized right now, they won't be ready to deal with the Scaled Hiss." Dawn pulled out of the alleyway and drove past the studio, going onto the large street by it. Someone jumped in front of the car to try and stop it, perhaps desperately wanting a ride, as well. Dawn ran them over mercilessly, nobody saying anything as she drove over the person's body and kept going, heading down the street even faster as she pushed down on the pedal more. "What about Rocky? Will everyone be okay?" Kid asked. Dawn didn't say anything for a second. "Look...I can't fight off an army. To counter a full horde, you need an army yourself, only you need an organized one. The Wrights have a lot of guys, but they aren't gonna be prepare for this. Best thing to do is to just...Leave. Rocky and the rest will know that. They'll try and get out, too. This car can't hold any more people, we have to just go."
Kid looked down slightly as he thought on her answer. "Will we ever be able to come back?" Libitina asked. Dawn shrugged. "Doubt it. What would be the point?" Dawn was driving the group into the outskirts. "Trust me...This is how it's gonna go down. The group is gonna kill as many people as they can and loot everything that isn't surrounded by dynamite. When they realize that they have the whole fucking city to themselves, they might just take it for their own as a base of sorts. Lots of people have done that before, a whole city is an awesome place for a base if you have enough people to fill it up with." Heather brought herself back against Marv a little timidly. "Marv...I'm scared..." Marv held Heather close in his arms and said his words calmly, aiming them towards Dawn. "Well...What, then? I don't get it...Is New Reno gone? Do we just avoid it forever, now?" Dawn shrugged slightly. "Pretty much." Dominique said "...You seem pretty calm, Dawn..." Dawn said "Believe me...I may be speaking calmly, but that doesn't mean I really am on the inside." The Highwayman just then drove into the dusty and arid Wasteland. "We're gonna go talk to Ronald and the rest, tell them not to head into New Reno. I worked hard to get the Wrights to the level of control they have...I won't let that just disappear. Keith is already on his way out of the city, I bet. His scouts will have told him of the Scaled Hiss. I'll find him somewhere and we'll come up with a plan to get rid of the raiders. It's just gonna take some time. Just the thought of them pawing through my room at the studio with their disgusting little hands pisses me off."
Kid reached over and held Dawn's right hand, Dawn only having her left on the wheel. Dawn glanced at him for a second before holding his hand back. Libitina sat up slightly and gently pulled off Dawn's helmet from behind, Dawn letting Libitina take it off, Libitina gently resting it down in Dawn's lap before sitting back. Dawn smiled and thanked her, Libitina blushing gently and looking through the window beside her quietly. Dawn sped off into the wasteland, the Scaled Hiss spreading through New Reno slowly, facing extreme resistance as they neared the heart of the city, but beginning to overcome through sheer numbers, eradicating all in their path...
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