I do not own Mad Max:Fury Road.

I suspect I will be owning some speeding tickets soon enough though.

She is my Valhalla

I do not know her name, this shiny creature.

I know her skin beneath her thin, white wrappings is unmarred, unblemished.

Unlike me.

I am scarred and mutilated.

Diseased.

A War Boy.

Nux, they call me.

They say it means a thing with no value or worth.

Expendable, useless.

I will prove them wrong.

Prove my worth on the Fury Road.

He saw me, The Man Himself, saw me.

Fail.

Fall.

I promised him victory.

And served him with defeat.

And he looked at me no more.

My feverish dreams of chrome glory in Valhalla shattered into metallic ruined shards.

And I wept bitter, shameful tears and had not even the willpower remaining to kill myself.

She found me.

She saw me.

She looked me.

And did not turn away.

This pure, mystic creature.

With her bright blue eyes and fiery thick mane of hair.

She touched me.

Not the hard, painful whip of the Punishing Man nor the pain of cutting, searing metal.

She touched me.

Soft and light.

And did not flinch away.

Not even when I showed her my bulbous, death-filled 'mates'.

She lay down close and I smelled her female scent underneath the all the hot metal and filth and grime.

She talked to me.

She stayed.

She did not go away.

I went with them.

I went with her.

Not because I thought I would be something to her.

For I could never be something to a creature like that.

I went because she is cool water.

And I am thirsty, have been thirsty, all my life.

I sit with them now, these people I wildly, insanely chased and intended to kill.

I sit with them and she sits with me.

I don't know why.

She sits with me and when she goes weary, she lays her flame head upon my pale, scarred shoulder and sleeps.

I let her.

I don't move.

I close my eyes and drink her in.

But I don't sleep.

Because if I do, I may awaken alone.

Abandoned.

And parched for the refreshing water that is her.

So I remain still and quiet and awake.

I have heard females, especially Breeders, are too weak and feeble to fight, to defend themselves.

This is wrong.

She fights, they all do.

With a viciousness and a brutality that only those fighting for hope can muster.

My life has been meaningless, only breath in this half-life drawn to one lovely day die in glory on the Fury Road.

Now my only purpose is to get her, get them all, as far as I can.

Every breath is drawn to so that she may live.

And I will continue on as long as I can so she may survive.

The barrier is fast approaching, the mad demons closing in on all sides.

They, those that must be saved, worthy of being saved, are escaping away from them and me over the hot metal of the War Rig and into the car ahead.

I will join them if I can.

But I suspect not.

I tell her my plan and make her believe it.

So that she may go and live and survive.

And when I see, feel, my death approaching, I find her and lock my thirsty eyes with her piercing blue ones.

And speak a word that now has new meaning for me.

A word I know she will not hear, but may understand anyway.

"Witness."

This is all I can say.

Because I am only an expendable War Boy.

Bred to kill.

Bred to die.

And I have no words for goodbye.

I have no words for thank you.

I have no words for I love you.

Didn't expect Mad Max: Fury Road would tug on my adrenaline-fueled heartstrings. Darn you, Nicholas Hoult! ;)

And the movie was blow 'em up awesome too!

Thanks to brigid1318, DinahRay, sunnysoul, Mutant-Voodoo-Child, SpeakFire, Night Everglot, hellsheep, the1upguy, numphpyscho, Princess Dystophia, FoxySquire, ChiefPam, TemariFire, The Music of Your Soul, and my two mystery guest reviewers for speaking up! You're great!

Thanks also to ChibiCheshire, demonluver821, Prika T., ELi Borcelis, ThereIsOnlyZuul, and sapphire-god for adding your support to this little bit.

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