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"You were played, mate"
"They tricked you ya mongrel." Junkrat squirmed under the gazes and the bindings holding him felt hot and heavy. The Sheila still holding him and the Hog holding the other side. They would tear him apart if this kept up, he knew it. Roadhog growled at the woman and pulled 'Rat from her grasp.
"He stays with me until I get my pay." Big hands lifted him and positioned him over a giant shoulder for safe keeping. Facing away from the bitch.
"Roadhog... You don't want this fight. Hand him over now and... and I'll give ya half the offered pay. Even though you killed my men..." She glares at Roadhog, thinking she will get her way. Junkrat was worth more than half a reward! He was worth... triple! How much was the starting pay anyway? He kicked his legs and thought for a moment. A liar is what she is and she is cheating the big man. But what was the point, he could kill her probably. Rip her apart. He giggles and gets a warning squeeze on his good leg. Shut it, got it. No, wait, don't got it! His life was on the line here. They would probably... kill him once they got him. Or... oh! Junkrat understood now. He understands what this is all about, and why they won't pay the man. They want what was his. But what can he do right now?
Hog growls again. "Triple the agreed amount. And your scrap." The woman gasps and argues for seventy-five percent of the agreed pay and a new gun. The Hog refuses once again. She keeps offering lower than what he wants and Junkrat can just hear the hatred coming from her.
"I am warning you old man... I am not raising my offer. Hand. Him. Over. And you will get out of here alive and well. You have no idea what he is worth!"
That gets a grunt from the big man. "You threatening me?"
She shuts up right there and the sound of guns cocking sound off. He panics. Rat feels Hog start to move. He is walking away from her, back to the bike.
"Last warning, pig."
Roadhog stops and turns his head to look back. "Don't. Call me that. And if you wanted this deal you should keep your side of it. I'll take him to the Queen and get a better pay if he is worth so damn much..." he pauses and huffs "...or I will kill the annoying bastard myself. Just so you can't have him." Junkrat is lifted again and tossed onto the ground. The thick metal boot is set on his chest and he gasps. So familiar. Soon a gun is being aimed at his face and he chokes.
"Wait woah woah wait, mate!" His words are almost forcibly ripped out of his throat and chest. It made Roadhog look down at him, actually AT him. He saw curiosity in those grey lenses. "Fifty-fifty! My treasure! I will give you half! That's why they want me! I have the treasure!" The lenses stared, then went to the woman who gawked.
"Don't listen to tha-"
"What treasure?" Roadhog interrupted her. Her face turned cruel, crueler than what it was before.
"You could have just handed him over. Could have avoided this. Have it your way." She turned her back to them and started walking away. A wave of her hand signaled for her men to open fire, avoiding the man pinned to the ground. No one expected a hook to be thrown and to hook the woman's body. And no one else expected said hook to pull back with such a force that it not only brought her back but tore her stomach open in the process. Flesh flew and blood stained the ground. She was still alive, screaming and choking on blood. The men stopped the barrage of bullets and stared as their leader was made a mess of gore. Some turned and ran, while others began to shot hopelessly at the beast coming towards them. Their bullets hit the wall of flesh. But not a thing could stop him from crushing their skulls and spines and snapping them in half. Those that were still running were thought to be lucky. Until Roadhog walked back, ignoring Junkrat on the ground, and hopped on his bike to ride after them, running them over. When he came back to Junkrat's side, he was a bloody monster. A demon returning from a massacre.
The demon left the bike running and began looting the bodies that were nearby. Taking scrap, money, and tearing bits of the clothing to take. Junkrat stayed on the ground, too afraid and fascinated to try to move. He forgot about the pain in his side and the fact that the bloody giant had almost killed him again. He was infatuated with the golden display of horror. He didn't even hear the man speaking to him until a boot connected with his ribs.
"You said. Fifty-fifty."
"What..?" Another kick.
"Fifty-fifty. What will stop me from killing you for an entire load of treasure?" The gruff voice makes him so intimidating.
"O...oh! I said fifty-fifty did I? Um... Oh, yes! Kill me and you never know where it is! You need me, and I need you! Right? Right! I mean... you saved me after all... so... I... owe you?"
Gears seemed to be turning in the big man's head. "I did not save you. But you do owe me. You owe me a shit ton. You'll show me this treasure after the sun comes up. " Junkrat made an oh sound as he was picked up and set on the bike, this time up front with the larger behind him. It was more comfortable this way and he had a lesser chance of falling off now. A huffing sound was made and Rat tried to look up to see what had caused it. A yellow canister blocked his view of Roadhog's mask. Whatever was in it interested him, but before he could ask the engine of the bike revved and he was pushed back by the sudden motion forward. His back rested against the belly of the beast and the bindings dug into his flesh. Blood would surely be all over his back considering the brute didn't wipe a drop off yet and it was... somewhat appealing in a way to Jamison. The bloodied arms to both his sides, gripping the handles tightly, were huge. Junkrat made sure Roadhog knew this as he screamed over the wind and engine.
It's almost like he forgot why he was with the enforcer in the first place.
A fire was made and crackling in the cold harsh night. Junkers had come to rob his home again. They died easily. Usually he would let them run away if they gave up their belongings. But he was agitated. Pissed off with the way things had been going. Chasing down a rat, being tricked out of a deal, and now dealing with the rat bastard who was the cause of all of the trouble. The dead junker's bodies were lying on top of one another because the rat piled them together for some reason after he was untied. Roadhog watched as the lanky man went back and forth doing his best to strip the bodies and dispose of the clothing with one arm. He kept good scrap in one pile and the clothing in another. The creaking of the prosthetic leg was annoying. And so was the incessant mumbling. He did his best to pay it no mind and stopped the staring to turn back to the dwindling embers of the makeshift campfire. He added more wood and stoked it carefully to let it get back to a good burn. A slick and grotesque noise came from behind him, like some form of a toothed blade cutting through meat. That's all he could compare it to, and he was sure no butchers were outside of the Queen's domain.
He turned around and was met with a strange sight. The rat was happily severing one of the junker's legs from his body. Labored grunts and the sound of amazement and disgust came from the rat. A moment of realization hit Roadhog and he felt for his knife. How...? How had the rat gotten it off of him? Sneaky bastard. He stood and marched over to the man and stood over him, waiting to be noticed. He wasn't. He reached to grab the rat's shoulder but missed as the man moved quickly around him to the fire with a severed leg in hand. It was held over the fire, flames licking at the tanned flesh, being roasted slowly. Giggles escaped the man, and yet another realization hit Roadhog.
"You're a cannibal?" The rat's head shot up and looked at him. A dumbfounded look held for a moment and then a laugh.
"Guess that is what you could call me. Why...? Do you want some? I mean you're one big fatass so you need loads of meat right! Grab a man, take a bite! I've only tried raw but cooking sounds nice. I can make a mean barbeque if I had more to work with here. Couldn't find much in your bags or on your person, so I can only work with this fire..." On and on, he keeps talking. Never shutting up. It was bad enough he kept moving and giggling like a madman, but the constant chatter and now cannibalistic behaviors were testing his patience. He sighs and grabs his canteen and snatches the leg from the rat. Of course, there is a protest and some sort of growl, but he ignores it to pour water over the flesh, cleaning any dirt and grime from the limb. He then impales it on his hook and holds it over the fire. "Oh! You cleaned it! Never would've thought of that! Mighty fine work, er... Hoggy? Pigman? What was yer name again?" He sighs and watches the meat cook. Disgusting filth. If he had no other choice he would consider eating someone vile creature, only consider it though. Of course, he had to eat but when given the choice he would eat anything other than meat. Just the way it is. But this scrawny man, he was something else. Stupid of course, but something else. A hunched body, missing limbs, various cuts and bruises here and there from who knows what. No, he knew and did not care to ask how he is even alive at this point in time. Maybe when he finds out if the treasure is real or not.
He grunts and listens to more of the nonsensical ramblings of the rat. Going on about a new beginning and how it will be grand. Stupid and forgetful. A liar too it seems, as the man goes on about all he has done. Loud liar. Roadhog takes the meat off the hook and hands it to the rat. He watches as he takes the first bite, face lighting up almost as bright as their dying fire. He still found the man annoying. But he seems more trustworthy than the other bodies in the wasteland at the moment. Like a man finding a sick dog, Roadhog knew he would get attached if they stay near one another. And he dreaded that. But it is a risk he will take for some treasure. And maybe that treasure can get him off his once beautiful home. At least he hopes so as he lies down near the fire for some much needed rest.