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# Barren Kindness -Chapter 4-

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1. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuYwAB9p8Lk&feature=relmfu
3. >"I... I didn't mean to... sir?... please wake up, sir.."
4. >Fluttershy nudged the body of the dead man, Mike, tears in her eyes.
5. >She had saved you from being choked to death, but it seems she wasn't handling her actions well.
6. >"Anon? What do we do?"
7. >You gag and couch from being throttled, and hoarsely reply.
8. "What?"
9. >"I... I stabbed him so he would get off of you, but I never thought he would... I didn't want to make him-"
10. >She's hiccuping as she begins to cry out loud.
11. >You get to your feet and walk over to Fluttershy.
12. >She must have expected you to comfort her, what with that look in her eyes.
13. >So when you start to loot Mike's body, she gets taken aback.
14. >"What- what do you think you're doing?"
15. "I'm seeing if he had anything valuable on him."
16. >She's shocked.
17. >"But, that's stealing!"
18. >You retort, not looking up from the body.
19. >Seems like you found a few bottlecaps in his pockets. That's a start.
20. "How is it stealing?"
21. >"What? You're taking his things away from him!"
22. "He's dead, Fluttershy."
23. >"But I-"
24. "He's. Dead."
25. >She stares at you with her big eyes, her lips quivering.
26. "Thanks."
27. >"Wha-... what?"
28. "Thank you."
29. >You get up from the body and dust yourself off.
30. >The pain in your throat is gone now, but it's still a slight sore.
31. >"...what are you thanking me for?"
32. "Killing him. I would have been dead if you hadn't helped me out."
33. >Fluttershy doesn't know how to respond.
34. >You can see her trying to find words, but she's failing.
35. >"Don't- I... don't thank me for that!"
36. >She's louder than usual.
37. >"I never wanted him to get hurt! I don't want to hurt ANYONE."
38. "Then why did you do it?"
39. >You take your pistol from the ground and check it for damage.
40. >Seems to be fine, from what you can tell.
41. >Walking over to the body of Candice, you rifle through her remains as well.
42. >"He was hurting you. I... I wanted him to stop."
43. "So you took his knife and stabbed him in the neck."
44. >"But-"
45. "That's what you did."
46. >Three bullets.
47. >Nice.
48. >With those, you're up to six total rounds. A full clip.
49. >Hopefully you wouldn't need to-
50. >"STOP THAT."
51. >You jump a little at Fluttershy's voice, now loud and angrier than before.
52. "What?"
53. >"Stop STEALING from them! You can't... you just can't do that!"
54. "Fluttershy I told you that-"
55. "Please..."
56. >Her voice is back to it's quiet tone, her expression pleading.
57. >"Just... for now... just please stop..."
58. >Her body shivers, the reality of her surroundings hitting home at last.
59. >Life out here was difficult; bloody even.
60. >If she was going to have any chance of surviving, then it's a good thing you found her.
61. >Glancing back at the bodies, you finally sigh and give in.
62. "Fine. No looting from people."
63. >Fluttershy looks surprised, but a smile forms quickly on her face.
64. "For now."
65. >"I'll take it."
66. "Good. C'mon. Let's see if there's any food around here for us.
68. Half an Hour Later
70. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSScW4WeSss
72. >The music from the small radio played softly through the market.
73. >Dust floated through the air, illuminated from the light of the fire you had built in a small clearing within the store.
74. >To your amazement, you were able to find some decent food in the back of the store.
75. >You munch on an old Salisbury steak, while Fluttershy nibbles on a mutfruit you found in an barely functional refrigerator.
76. >The look on her face when you told her you found fruit.
77. >Tears of joy, that one.
78. >"Anon?"
79. "Mmhmm?"
80. >You swallow down some more of the steak, baring the old taste it has.
81. >"Where are you from?"
82. "What?"
83. >"I mean... I told you where I was from..."
84. "I know. I still don't believe you."
85. >"Why not? What's so hard to believe?"
86. "Well for starters, you're a talking horse. I like to chock that up to radiation, if anything."
87. >"But it's real! I had friends, and cute critters that lived with me."
88. "And what? You friend sent you here with magic?"
89. >"That's what I think happened, yes."
90. "Magic."
91. >She nods.
92. >You roll your eyes.
93. "Uh-huh. Sure. And I used to live in a nice house with a white-picket fence."
94. >"Really? Was it nice?"
95. >You stare at her as your sarcasm seems to land nowhere near her.
96. >"...you were joking weren't you?"
97. "Yeah."
98. >"Oh."
99. >You turn your attention back to your food, holding it over the fire for a bit.
100. >You liked it a little smokey.
101. >Plus, anything that could cover up the taste of mold was welcome.
102. >"Anon?"
103. >Looking up, you see that Fluttershy is giving you an expecting expression.
104. >"You never answered my question."
105. >Chewing a bit of steak, you swallow it down and think this over.
106. >She had saved your life, after all.
107. >Maybe you could tell her some of your past.
108. >Some.
109. "Okay. It's a long story, and I don't feel like going over the whole thing, so you'll get a rough draft."
110. >Fluttershy beams softly, happy that you're going to share a little about yourself.
111. "Remember when I found you? You were being chased by two men."
112. >She nods.
113. "They were slavers."
114. >"Slavers?"
115. "You know, people that catch and sell slaves."
116. >She looks confused.
117. >Had she really no concept of slavery?
118. "What a slaver does is take someone and turn them into property. They aren't people to them. They're more furniture than humans in the eyes of a slaver."
119. >"...did... did you used to be one of those? A slave?"
120. >...
121. "Not exactly."
122. >"So, what were you then?"
123. >You bring a hand to your neck, remembering the chill of metal.
124. "...I made the collars..."
126. ~END~

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tuYwAB9p8Lk&feature=relmfu >"I... I didn't mean to... sir?... please wake up, sir.." >Fluttershy nudged the body of the dead man, Mike, tears in her eyes. >She had saved you from being choked to death, but it seems she wasn't handling her actions well. >"Anon? What do we do?" >You gag and couch from being throttled, and hoarsely reply. "What?" >"I... I stabbed him so he would get off of you, but I never thought he would... I didn't want to make him-" >She's hiccuping as she begins to cry out loud. >You get to your feet and walk over to Fluttershy. >She must have expected you to comfort her, what with that look in her eyes. >So when you start to loot Mike's body, she gets taken aback. >"What- what do you think you're doing?" "I'm seeing if he had anything valuable on him." >She's shocked. >"But, that's stealing!" >You retort, not looking up from the body. >Seems like you found a few bottlecaps in his pockets. That's a start. "How is it stealing?" >"What? You're taking his things away from him!" "He's dead, Fluttershy." >"But I-" "He's. Dead." >She stares at you with her big eyes, her lips quivering. "Thanks." >"Wha-... what?" "Thank you." >You get up from the body and dust yourself off. >The pain in your throat is gone now, but it's still a slight sore. >"...what are you thanking me for?" "Killing him. I would have been dead if you hadn't helped me out." >Fluttershy doesn't know how to respond. >You can see her trying to find words, but she's failing. >"Don't- I... don't thank me for that!" >She's louder than usual. >"I never wanted him to get hurt! I don't want to hurt ANYONE." "Then why did you do it?" >You take your pistol from the ground and check it for damage. >Seems to be fine, from what you can tell. >Walking over to the body of Candice, you rifle through her remains as well. >"He was hurting you. I... I wanted him to stop." "So you took his knife and stabbed him in the neck." >"But-" "That's what you did." >Three bullets. >Nice. >With those, you're up to six total rounds. A full clip. >Hopefully you wouldn't need to- >"STOP THAT." >You jump a little at Fluttershy's voice, now loud and angrier than before. "What?" >"Stop STEALING from them! You can't... you just can't do that!" "Fluttershy I told you that-" "Please..." >Her voice is back to it's quiet tone, her expression pleading. >"Just... for now... just please stop..." >Her body shivers, the reality of her surroundings hitting home at last. >Life out here was difficult; bloody even. >If she was going to have any chance of surviving, then it's a good thing you found her. >Glancing back at the bodies, you finally sigh and give in. "Fine. No looting from people." >Fluttershy looks surprised, but a smile forms quickly on her face. "For now." >"I'll take it." "Good. C'mon. Let's see if there's any food around here for us. Half an Hour Later http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OSScW4WeSss >The music from the small radio played softly through the market. >Dust floated through the air, illuminated from the light of the fire you had built in a small clearing within the store. >To your amazement, you were able to find some decent food in the back of the store. >You munch on an old Salisbury steak, while Fluttershy nibbles on a mutfruit you found in an barely functional refrigerator. >The look on her face when you told her you found fruit. >Tears of joy, that one. >"Anon?" "Mmhmm?" >You swallow down some more of the steak, baring the old taste it has. >"Where are you from?" "What?" >"I mean... I told you where I was from..." "I know. I still don't believe you." >"Why not? What's so hard to believe?" "Well for starters, you're a talking horse. I like to chock that up to radiation, if anything." >"But it's real! I had friends, and cute critters that lived with me." "And what? You friend sent you here with magic?" >"That's what I think happened, yes." "Magic." >She nods. >You roll your eyes. "Uh-huh. Sure. And I used to live in a nice house with a white-picket fence." >"Really? Was it nice?" >You stare at her as your sarcasm seems to land nowhere near her. >"...you were joking weren't you?" "Yeah." >"Oh." >You turn your attention back to your food, holding it over the fire for a bit. >You liked it a little smokey. >Plus, anything that could cover up the taste of mold was welcome. >"Anon?" >Looking up, you see that Fluttershy is giving you an expecting expression. >"You never answered my question." >Chewing a bit of steak, you swallow it down and think this over. >She had saved your life, after all. >Maybe you could tell her some of your past. >Some. "Okay. It's a long story, and I don't feel like going over the whole thing, so you'll get a rough draft." >Fluttershy beams softly, happy that you're going to share a little about yourself. "Remember when I found you? You were being chased by two men." >She nods. "They were slavers." >"Slavers?" "You know, people that catch and sell slaves." >She looks confused. >Had she really no concept of slavery? "What a slaver does is take someone and turn them into property. They aren't people to them. They're more furniture than humans in the eyes of a slaver." >"...did... did you used to be one of those? A slave?" >... "Not exactly." >"So, what were you then?" >You bring a hand to your neck, remembering the chill of metal. "...I made the collars..." ~END~