A/N. So this is up faster than you thought hmm? Well I had actually wrote this before but I wanted the previous chapter to end on a fucking weird, disgusting and horrifying note. So this is quite the long chapter if I might say so myself.

Chapter 4: Masked Madman.

The sand is crunching under our boots, the sun beating down on our back. The blood drying on our hands. The remorse heavy within the soul. It's been a week since he tore apart a mother in front of her child and left a kid for dead in the wastes of Pandora. I know he's going to kill again, all it takes is one stupid fucker to be wandering the desert and he'll tear it apart with no mercy, no guilt. I guess those fucking skag suckers at Hyperion were successful in their mission to create the perfect killing machine. The saying 'an army marches on its stomach' is irrelevant to this bastard here. Even after going without food for weeks he still walks onward never stopping.

I've started pondering. What if I go insane too, will I just merge with his consciousness and become a mass murdering psychopath altogether? Or will I just tell him the best way to get at the marrow of a child? Do I even exist, I mean what if I'm just a remnant of a mind that has seen such horror it broke? Or he could be a machination of my own mind, born from the fire and cooling ashes that has become my life, to seek retribution for what Hyperion did to me? But he just bumbles along merrily humming songs that involve blood, meat and death.

A lone figure crouched against a small brown boulder, watching, waiting for the perfect shot. Completely invisible, that is, until his armour reflects the sun straight towards the hulking, thing. It turns and looks at the badly armoured would-be assassin. His purple eye showing amusement while his other is static. Before Scaza could react the target bolts towards him laughing and spouting madness, Scaza lets off a few rounds. But they bounce off, that only seems to make him laugh more, Scaza started to panic when the targets right arm grew along with the rest of its body, but the things left grew to a tiny size. It would've looked hilarious if it weren't for the buzz axe cutting through the air. The buzz axe halted along with everything else, then complete darkness.

Another stupid fucker trying to collect the bounty on my head. The only thing that's good for is disposing of a few greedy bandit scum well at least that'll satisfy his taste for murder for a while. Hm maybe this would be a go… The enormous H on the moon fired things at us, but when the dust settled and the fire had been extinguished, yellow metal rose and unfolded itself. Loaders, a fuck-load of them too. Metal a poor substitute for flesh and oil an even poorer excuse for blood, but that didn't seem to phase him. "LET THE PUPPIES TASTE MY SOUL FOR I HAVE REVENGE TO EAT!"

"We are covered in oil you know we should find a place to clean up before the oil starts to melt into our skin." I suggested to the beast I got "LET ME FEEL YOUR SPANKING DEAR FISH." In reply. "You know we really should've died back there. Four constructers along with another huge one, sixty one loaders in total and over one hundred surveyors. But then again, monsters never die do they?" "YES THE MEALS WERE DISGUSTING AND DISTASTEFUL TO MY RAGE MEAT OF SAUCE! But they made the yummy in my tummy happy." "Whatever you say Krieg, whatever you say."

Everything got pretty uneventful after Hyperion sent bots to kill us. Even the dumb fuckers who try to collect the bounty have been sparse.

The common psychos of Pandora are odd things that were once people, but aren't. Well not anymore, they act like savage beasts but have an aura of fractured awareness about them. Sometimes they are slaves to the bandits, not sane enough to argue. Others are just solitary mad-men who roam aimlessly leaving a trail of blood and torn limbs behind them. But they all have one thing in common, the haunting skag-leather masks they wear. The one thing that is most famous on Pandora and the rest of the galaxy means death. Breathing apparatus with glowing eye enhancing technology. How they get them is beyond me. Possibly they got them from the old abandoned eridium mines, where most of them worked before they went insane. Or maybe the bandits that lord over them, distribute them out to hide the distorted features of the psychos.

Maybe they will make him the lord of all psychos, but giving him what he wants will probably turn out badly "YES PARASITE! I SHALL BE LORD OF THE MEAT!" he bellowed to the sky. Attracting the attention of nearby rakk.

The night was peaceful, serene for most people unless you're a voice stuck within an insane, murdering, mad man. Stumbling like a drunk towards a fire lit in the distance, he came across a psycho that had one enormous arm and a tiny one similar to what we do when we are transformed. Krieg plopped down beside him and the psycho turned, obviously not recognising one of his own kind and proceeded to attack us with unearned hatred. While Krieg tore the other mad man to pieces I noticed something different. His mask. It had one eye slot open and the other sealed shut, the breathing apparatus was different as well. To the side and resembling an old fashioned gas mask. It had straps the connected to each other at the back and they could be adjustable.

The nomadic bandits stared in awe as one massive, mask less psycho attacked a slightly smaller one that had a mask. "NEVER INTERUPT ME" Krieg roared at the corpse of the dead psycho. "THIS IS MY FACE CUP NOW MR MAGEE!" as he tore the mask off it as well as adjusting it to fit his own head. "DO ANY OTHER SICK NEWTS NEED DOWN PUTTING?" "Oi ya done gone an' killed our 'sycho 'e neded em ta go an' rob th' bank! Now 'e gota kil u ya stupid fuck!" It was over in seconds Krieg leaped to the first cleaving his arm off then ripping his head off, the second was a quick decapitation and the third ran away but was no match for an insane maniac. When Krieg reached him he inflicted little cuts on him and then when he was finished playing with his 'toy' he simply forced his hand through the nomad's ribcage and tore out his still beating heart and ate put it in the bandit's mouth. He died choking on his own blood and Krieg took sick pleasure in watching him.

A/N. End, oh I was playing with this guy called mta or something like that and I was wondering if he was reading this FF. Anyway R&R I really don't have any other things to put in this other than if anyone was farming Pyro Pete or Terramorphous PM me. *smiles maniacally* Goodbye my little psycho midgets.