Thread: The Flames of War Never Changes (Shyone and Victoria St.Clair)

Even in his weakened state Charles heard them coming long before he saw them. By the sound of it, he was sure that it had to be a group of people, maybe they were the buddies of those men that he had killed come to finish the job. Resolutely he moved he positioned his arm with his shotgun in a way that he could aim it without much effort, and with his other hand slipped a few knifes out of his back pocket to throw. Taking his last sip of water Charles felt that he was ready to defend himself, and well dying in a last stand style of gun battle had to be better than just rotting away right here. Raising his weapon just at the moment he was sure they were about to turn the corner he struggled to keep his aim steady. Not that it mattered, as the instant the first solider appeared around the corner, Charles strength gave out. Not that it mattered he would recognize those uniforms anywhere, in fact most people would. They were the Brotherhood of Steel, and given what he had to trade, they were a group that would be quite eager to help him out. He was about to call out to the group when he noticed that one of them had split off and was heading in his general direction. Charles was finding it hard to keep himself together, but felt he could communicate that he was still alive and not past the point of saving. Whenever his rescuer got closer the male had to admit she was not at all what he expected. However beggars couldnt be choosers and given the size of the weapon she was carrying Charles figured she was not a women to be messed with. Weakly his eyes turned up to stare at her as she squatted down in front of him. The obvious bulge catching his eye, but he wondered for a moment if it just was his imagination. His answer to her question came slow, as she ripped his shirt open to look at the wound, and then without any warning gave him a good slap across the face. The pain was certainly enough to spark some to snap some life into Charles as his good arm slowly reached up and rubbed at the reddened area of his face, Yeah I am alive, and yes I would like to stay that way. I have something you might want if that keeps you from simply leaving me here. Even wounded like this he couldnt help the adorable blush that slightly painted across his features whenever the women ran her fingers through his dark black hairs. Those dark eyes that were almost the same color as his hair turned up to look at her again as she began to search him for what he couldnt be sure, but if giving away some of his gear was the price for treatment then he would pay up. Not that he was thinking much about payment, oh no not when she was reaching up and grabbing a hold of his most sensitive areas. He gave a cute little yelp of surprise that was half way between a moan and a surprised noise. Pushing himself back closer against the wall Charles had not expected his rescuer to be so forward. Obviously he was a shy being, but that just added to his overall cuteness, What do you mean that it would be a damn shame to see me go to waste like this? I am guess the price for treatment is not the usual one that the Brotherhood might put out?