Kyle inspected the mutant for a while and replied "Now that would be too easy, wouldn't' it? Besides, it's awful quiet here, we don't want to alert his friends 'till we know what the odds are. This is strange." Kyle shoved the scope back in his pocket "I'll go talk to him." He answered the surprised look with a smile "You sneak up a bit and take aim, watch my back. I'll go around that pile of wrecks to the left and try to deal with him... Silently. You see anything go wrong or he pulls a weapon - blow his head off." He quietly took the chain from the rack "Oh... And I'll need my hook, didn't see that coming."
The plan went smoothly at first, Kyle moving between the debris with surprising grace and the wounded mutant perfectly unaware of what was coming. He was clearly hurt and just stood there, looking around but not looking for anything in particular. He was clearly alone, or at least Kyle couldn't see any other mutants around. He noticed this one had his right leg supported by splints, which explained why he wasn't walking around much. There were both plasma burns and frag wounds all over the huge creature. From the looks of it, this one was about to die on his own, but Kyle didn't have the time to wait for that.
As the mutant was putting a finger in one of his gaping wounds, a chain flew up above his head, coiled into a loop and whipped down. The hook hit the hole perfectly, the loop closed around the neck. A boot kicked his right leg open. A pained grunt echoed across the ruins and the chain shut off all the other noises the mutant tried to make. There was a bloody bone sticking out from the broken leg, splints broken open under the mutant's weight. It almost sounded like a tree falling down.
The beast tried to pull out the hook, but that only tightened the chain around its neck. It tried to loosen the chain to breathe, but that caused the hook to tear the wound further. Finally it tried to grab Kyle, who was now standing on its back, but he managed to evade these attempts. During the struggle, the hook tore the wound across the chest, a streak of blood running by the mutant's face. Upon seeing its own blood, the mutant was clearly terrified and stopped struggling. Kyle sighed and loosened the chain a bit, clearly worn out by the task, then gestured for Harry to come.
"Now we're going to have a little talk... Why aren't you with the rest of the group ?" The beast coughed up some blood and stuttered with a muffled voice "D-d-dey go www-itout m-meh... Co-Cos I no walk gu-good. Leg hurt-t. Why you mi-mean tto meh?" "oh jezz... Where did your friends go ?" The mutant was unwilling to talk but a sharp tug of the chain was all the motivation he needed "Hurk...! Ugh...! Dey g-go to d-de town. Dey go shhhoot hu-mans...Urk...!" The chain sprung again "Town where !?" Kyle loosened the chain a bit "Point where!" The mutant gasped deeply then supported himself on the left arm, the right one raised to point west-ish "Dere *gasp* to d-de Sun when it dark" The mutant was regaining balance, but Kyle was to busy trying to understand what he was saying "Dey no stop for sleep, me leg hurt b-but dey no stop... Tell m-meh to go to town dere!" Kyle didn't even notice when the mutant managed to throw him off of his back and got up on one knee. The first thing he noticed was the monster trying to get up but the right leg almost splitting under the weight, blood spraying all over the tiny human. It looked like the beast was about to hit him with a piece of debris, yet there was too much ringing in Kyle's head to do anything about it, other then stare at his coming doom.
“Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity”
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