The Jerk

by Perception Filter


Chapter 6 (Uncensored)

The Jerk
Chapter 6

WARNING! This chapter contains VERY vivid description of gore. I will publish a censored chapter very very soon.

No, of all the assholes in the wasteland, the one I had to run into was THIS GUY! The motherfucker who made my childhood a living hell. Out of instinct I nearly punched him to death right there, the only thing holding me back was the fact that I didn't know if it really was him. I searched all around the room, even looking under the bed before looking at the nightstand and doing a facepalm. Sitting there was a clipboard that was labeled 'Subject Information'.

Subject: Butch DeLoria
Species: Pony (Previously human)
Important notes: Butch was discovered in the swamp. Took barely any persuasion to make him join our cause. Took an insane amount of magic, to transform him into a pony. Since our artificial cocoons only work on registered species, he had to be turned into one so that we could make him a changeling. Queen Chrysalis will be pleased with our progress.

Objectives
(Optional) Find out if the pony in the infirmary is really Butch DeLoria: Complete
(Optional) Kill the fucker and get it over with, or leave him for later.

I didn't have long to contemplate this, but then again I didn't have to. I took out my signature Deathclaw Gauntlet and unlatched the brace so I could fit my arm into it. Clasping it down once I had done so, I got up. I brought up my arm, and brought it down to the point where his rib-cage split off. (I had received a nice lesson in the anatomy of changelings. Didn't take a genius (Which I was) to figure out they had near the same anatomy.) I pressed the claw down and slowly severed the skin and he awoke screaming, only to be held down by the restraints that were attached to his bed. I swore, and received a ball-gag (Don't ask and I won't tell) and strapped it into his mouth, hoping someone didn't hear.

I continued dragging the claw down his chest, and down across his gut, allowing a free look at his intestines. I stopped momentarily and looked at him. His panicked eyes flew around the room looking for his assailant when I remembered that I head the suit still on. I deactivated the suit and took of my helmet for him to see my face. If it were possible for his eyes to get any smaller than what they were now, they would have as he gazed upon me. Despite everything in the wasteland, I had maintained a clean shave, and I had a Tunnel Snakes haircut. Even if I hated anything that associated me with this fucker, it looked real nice. He recognized me instantly and began to fight his restraints trying to break free.

I let out a gentle squeal of excitement, I was finally going to dismember and kill my childhood tormentor. I took of my Deathclaw Gauntlet, and brought out a semi-sharp butter knife that was covered in rust. I looked inside of him and his heart was pumping very erratically. I realized that he wouldn't be able to take much more, and I frowned. This wasn't going to last as long as I had hoped. I brought out 5 shots of adrenaline that I had been saving for myself, but I wanted him to suffer. First, before digging into his internal organs I brought the knife to his cheek, and slowly dragged it across his cheek. Ignoring the fact that it was covered in rust (I was crazy at that current moment okay?), and I licked the knife cleaning his blood off of it.

I licked and smacked my lips several times, trying to distinguish the blood from the rust. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Your blood is delicious. I will enjoy your heart." and I burst into silent laughs as that set him off, pulling against the restraints even harder than I thought possible. Slowly brought the knife down, and tapped his rib-cage and he jerked in agony. Taking that as an invitation, I put the knife beneath two separate ribs, and twisted as hard as I could until the knife snapped. He had given up screaming and taken up passing out while I was working on his ribs, so I brought the first adrenaline shot down upon his heart and pushed the plunger down. He awoke with a start, and he began squealing in terror.

I decided to take this moment for science and see what the inside of a pony looked like. I saw trademark small and large intestines, along with a stomach, two kidneys, and a liver. There was so much more, but I simply didn't have the time. I reached down grabbed his small intestines, and yanked them out, pulling out the 50 feet of horse tract, and I looked up to see Butch grimacing in pain. I smiled, took my dirty butter knife, and cut them out of his body. I looked up again and frowned, seeing him blacked out again. It took me two adrenaline shots to awaken him, and he nearly passed out again from lack of oxygen before breathing through his nose.

I put on a nice, maniacal grin and looked at him. He blanched in shock, and began flailing about again. I decided to have a little more fun. I reached in grabbed his stomach, and severed both ends of it from the rest of his digestive system. I sliced a hole in it, and is stomach acid came pouring out along with several pieces of undigested food onto his internal organs. He began squealing even harder than before, and he was practically screaming in pain, even through the ball gag. I gave him the second to final shot of adrenaline to make sure he stayed away before my finishing move. I shoved my hands through his organs, and I tapped his spine on accident and he blacked out again from the pain. I used the last shot, and his eyelids barely fluttered open.

"Goodbye Butch, It's been a pleasure knowing you." I said in a very sad voice, that I was obviously faking. I reached down again, making sure not to touch his spine, and I grasped it with both hands and twisted them in opposite directions. He probably blacked out by now, and I took the liberty to keep twisting until I heard something crack. I stepped back to admire my handiwork. There was blood everywhere, along with his 50ft intestines scattered everywhere. I looked at his barely exposed heart and saw that it was still barely pumping. Deciding to end on a touch of subtlety, I equipped my Deathclaw Gauntlet, and poked one extra sharp, long claws through his now dead heart.

Objectives
(Optional) Kill the fucker and get it over with, or leave him for later: Complete

My bloodlust for the complete asshole, now subsided I looked around. I had compromised my mission taking my own sweet time with the torture and the mess I made. Deciding that there was nothing I could do about it, I pulled on the mask to my suit again and activated the stealth unit. Sneaking out the window again, I dropped the short 2 feet onto the ground with a small puff of dirt. Checking the time on my Pip-Boy, I saw that I had taken only an half hour torturing the fucker. I cocked an eyebrow and sighed.

'Not nearly as much time as I would have liked to torture him, but, whatever.' I thought as I continued my way down the streets, still avoiding the changelings everywhere. Slowly but subtly I felt my fatigue coming upon me. {Lol} I opened my bag of necessities, and brought out a bag of Pre-War coffee beans. I had found that in one of the vaults I was exploring, and it hadn't been opened. Knowing the effects of coffee, I opened it and tasted one by nibbling on it. It tasted fresh, and the only reason I would know was because there were several opened bags lying around. I took several in my hand and downed them. After about five minutes of walking the effects counteracted that of my persistent fatigue. I kept crouched as I walked along, and eventually I came upon the building that was clearly marked with bright neon lights, PRISONER CELLS. I repressed a very long laugh, and failed. I fell over on the ground laughing to which three curious guards came over to investigate. Upon me falling over, my stealth unit had failed and the changelings were shocked to find me laughing my ass of on the ground.

They immediately move forward to bind me, but I go up and, still suppressing chuckles, I held up my finger.

"Okay guys give me a sec." for some odd reason, they complied and looked at my puzzled. I looked through my bag, trying to find something.

"Alright, here we go!" I said pulling out my Deathclaw Gauntlet. They apparently didn't know what it was, and they stared at it in confusion. I closed the clasps around my arm and pointed at them with it menacingly.

"You will PAY!" I yelled the last word and they blanched in shock, which once again put my on the ground laughing my ass off. They eventually moved forward to bind me with rope that they had seemingly gotten out of nowhere. As they got within striking range I did a spin and knocked their legs out from underneath them. I planted my Deathclaws claws {Snicker} in the first one and jumped up. The two remaining guards tried to get up, and the one that succeeded was dispatched from my weapon tearing off his head. The other one got up, and hit him across his midsection. Which gave him several broken ribs, and a cracked carapace.

Did I ever explain how weird it was that these were insect creatures with an outer shell like most of them, but they also had internal bones. I found it immensely strange, but I didn't have time to contemplate it. I needed to find the real prisoner cells and free Fawkes. After that I could destroy the 'Artificial love' while he guarded the rest of the prisoners. I would rendezvous with them, and we would get the hell out of here. I kept going and found the building that actually held the prisoners. The map I had of the base confirmed that. I entered to find a long hallway with four rooms. At the front there was a snoozing guard in a recliner chair. I walked up to him, grabbed his mouth and quickly snapped his neck. He fell over without complaint.

I saw several keys hanging from a ring on his belt. I grabbed them and quickly opened the first door to the prisoners cells. Upon entry I saw several terrified ponies, but no Fawkes. I quickly spoke to them.

"Listen, I have to find my friend, but don't worry, I am going to help you." I said as I closed the door and proceeded to the next one. I repeated the process with the first twice more, and stopped before the last door. I opened it, and saw nothing. My heart dropped, and it had a visible effect on me. If I had been paying more attention, I would have noticed the, not fearful, but curious looks that the ponies were giving me. I only broke out of my stupor when one talked.

"You are his friend aren't you?" I looked at her in confusion. "It's too late, they took him to the testing labs about half an hour ago." When she said that my stomach lurched. I almost collapsed, but I cleared my head. There was still a chance, and I had a mission to do.

"I will be back, don't worry." I said as I ran out. I quickly stripped my stealth armor, and donned my power armor. The time for stealth was way passed now.

{Play this for effect. I know it doesn't have fitting lyrics but by god it's best for this scene. Play it goddamned loud and with a subwoofer. Repeat as necessary.} As a period to my point, the base sirens started going off. I put my Deathclaw Gauntlet on, and my power fist in my other. I simply kicked down the doors to get outside, and changelings were already swarming towards me. I quickly sprinted away, and found the main laboratory building, and used my power fist to smash the door it. I sprinted through the hallways, and past several surprised changelings. I hit down any that got in the way. I had no idea where the fuck I was going but I just kept running. I eventually burst through a door to see Fawkes chained down on a table with several changelings around him. There were several straps keeping him down and I charged. I took of the heads of several with my Gauntlet, and made a few explode with hits from my Power Gauntlet. I slashed at the straps, and they came off easily and my friend got up.

"Friend, I never lost faith in you." he said.

"I know. The base alarm has been triggered, and we have to help the prisoners. Let's get the fuck out of here." I walked over to a nearby chest, and by luck it held his Gatling Laser. I grabbed it and threw it over to him, and he grabbed it out of the air and swung into position. We began running through the hallways, with me leading to deal with any changelings that attempted to stop us. A few did, and they were cut down instantly.

We sprinted out the building and into the cell blocks before they could be upon us. Surprisingly, they didn't follow us but they were swarming outside. I unlocked all of the doors, and when I opened the last something smashed into my face and I blacked out. I came to a little bit later to find several changelings covering Fawkes with continuous bursts of fire. He gladly replayed them with large bursts of searing laser that shredded them in half. His skin slowly singed black, and his laser went out and thew it off to the side and took a few steps forward and fell over.

"NO! FAWKES!" I got up ignoring the hammering pain in my skull, and my blurred vision. I could see enough to do what I had to. I saw several black shapes swarming around and I charged at them. They all fell beneath my merciless barrage of claws and metal, and they fell. They shot fire at me, and they fell. They flung debris at me and the fell. I gathered the prisoners and spoke.

"Let's get the fuck out of here." I said anger permeating my voice. We walked out, and there was a large changeling swarm before me. Too many, and I should have high tailed it and ran, but anger was clouding my judgement. I turned to the ponies.

"Get the fuck out of here, there is a tunnel over on that wall, and there will be a group of the resistance waiting for you." They nodded, and a certain orange kid came out to the front.

"Thank you mister. I am sorry, about running away from you."

"It's fine kid. Now GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I yelled at the group and they ran. A changeling tried to follow them and was cut out of the air with a punch from my glove.

I turned to the mob, and made one last entry on my 'quest'.

Objectives
Rescue prisoners: Complete

I turned to face the grinning hideous mob of black insects. I spat at them, and they surged forward.