New Life in New Vegas Part 2 - The Journey
New Life in New Vegas
Part 2: The Journey
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New Life in New Vegas Part 2: The Journey
Ricky lunged at the huge Deathclaw again, grasping for his fierce claws, one of which was gleaming with the Coyote mutants green blood, an open gash across his left pectoral, snarling wildly. He was easily taller and packed with more muscle, but what he made up for in power and mass, he lacked with speed and mobility. The Deathclaw was easily running in and slashing, the coyote getting a few hits in, but not enough to put either one down. It was then that the feral Deathclaw made a mistake, letting Ricky grab it by the arm. A sickening pop resounded out into the canyon along with a cry of pain. That was quickly muffled by the hulking mutant jabbing the Deathclaws own monstrous claws down the throat, slicing through flesh and cutting the throat to pieces. Rolling around in agony, the Deathclaw gurgled up blood before collapsing on the ground, motionless at the feet of the victor.
Ricky howled out with dominace, panting heavily as drooled some, hunched over, his huge muscles strained and bulging with his veins glowing brighter from the exertion. He was nude from head to toe, having lost what little fabric he had around his crotch in that fight from moving around, leaving his sheath and hanging orbs free to shake about with his movement in the cool night air. Grimacing as his chest flexed, looking down at the wound on his chest, seeing it slowly begin to heal itself, though it wouldn't heal completely for hours. Ricky grabbed a leg of the Deathclaw and dragged it over to where his fire still burned bright. He had been asleep when the Deathclaw attacked him, but he was lucky that his immense size was not something that could easily be taken down and a few slices on his body was nothing compared to being dead.
A slow roast of the Deathclaw had given him a night of good eating. He usually tried to stay clear of Deathclaws, one of the few things that could actually probably take him down. If a group of them had attacked him, he might not have been able to survive it. At least he wasn't sure if he could. It had been alittle over a week since his transformation that had taken him from being a small, coyote, runt, and turned him into a mutant monstrosity. Initially he thought it was the worst possible thing, but soon he realized that being able to handle Fiends, Gecko's, and Ghouls single handledly had given him new life in the area, not having to scrounge for food or be afraid of being attack by a druggy while sleeping somewhere...though getting attacked by Deathclaws while asleep is not that great of a trade.
He was still looking for Jacobstown, set somewhere up in the mountains. It would be easier if he could ask around Freeside or Westside, but after he tried to sneak in once, only to be run off by a group of The Kings, or when he tried to ask a Prospector, only to have him shoot him in the chest with a pistol, he was pretty much on his own. The nights were getting colder the higher he hiked through the mountains and he was hoping it wouldn't be too much longer before he could find the settlement...though...he had no idea if they would even take him.
----2 Days Later----
Huffing heavily, snow blowing around the Coyotes face, skewing his vision as he trudged through the wintery landscape. He had never been around snow before and though his new body was handling some of the cold better than he normally would, he wished he still had his fur or even alittle bit of clothing. His strong limbs were for once starting to get heavy after his long journey, but he was determined to not give up. Coming to the peak of yet another hill, his vision was starting to fade, and he nearly tumbled as he scanned the small valley below. Sure he saw a glimmer of light, he started to hurry down the hill, but it was too steep and he fell, rolling down the hill, crashing through tree trunks and bashing against rocks, grunting at every hit, the fall seemingly lasting forever till he finally crashed through a metal fence and skidded to a stop. Shivering harder, his entire body aching with overwhelming pain, sure he had broken bones, on the verge of passing out when a blurry image of what he thought was a person stood over him.
"Please...help..." It was all Ricky could say, giving into the darkness, wondering if he would be able to see his mother in the next life.
----Days Later----
A yell from outside his head woke Ricky. His eyes slowly opened, blinded slightly from the sun coming through a window, the coyote seemingly still alive, no longer in the cold of the mountains, covered in a few tattered blankets that managed to cover his immense body. The room he was in was a mess, years in disrepair, the bed he was on busted and barely supporting him, but it was better than sleeping out in the mountains. He groaned as he tried to sit up, gasping out in pain as his entire chest felt like he was being stabbed with knives. Collapsing back on the bed with a thud, he let out a quick whimper and thought back to what happened. Tumbling down the hill must've wrecked his body, but to be even alive at all is a testament to his power and he could slowly feel himself getting stronger. Giving it another try, pushing up through the pain, he sat up and brought his legs over the edge of the band, panting as he cluched his chest. He felt a bandage on his right pec, a whole of some sort beneath it and leaking with his unique green blood.
After a few struggling minutes, Ricky opened the doors to his room, stooping under the doorway and into the hallway, the sounds of deep voices talking in adjacent rooms, heavy footsteps coming his way. Coming around the corner, he nearly slammed into a person, but it was no normal sized person, his skin green, covered in tatters of clothing and metal to create cover and armor. Of course, it was a Super Mutant, reaching up to chest height if he stood straight up, the coyote having imagined them to be much larger, but then again, he was over monstrous size himself.
"It seems our midnight traveler has finally woken up. I'm surprised to see you moving. I know your like us, but I think any other Super Mutant probably would've perished after tearing down the hill and getting a chunk of tree lodged in his chest."
Rubbing the bandaged spot, figuring that was what had caused the hole, he was amazed at the size of it, having to be over eight inches thick.
"W-where am I? Did I find it?"
The Super Mutant smiled as he reached up to pat the coyotes powerful shoulder. "If you mean, did you find Jacobstown, then yes you have found it. A safe haven for our kind and now your kind it seems. Now please, lets get you some clothes and discuss this over a meal, I'm sure your famished after your travels. I want to know all about you. Oh, and you can call me Marcus."