Well, after reading all these reviews for What About the Other Two?, I've come to realize that a few of you would like that to become a continued story. Here's the thing, though. With a game like Borderlands 2, there are many variables to the game that can make exponentially different play throughs. Characters, weapons, artifacts, skill tree variations, and the like. The same goes for a story based off of it. So many choices, it's difficult picking one that sounds the best to me. But...seeing as how I love challenges, I'm going to give it a shot. But before I start working on that, I've decided to do this little story first. Idea was inspired by my buddy, LookinGoodYamcha.

Also, just as a notification, Gearbox posted a trailer showing how Krieg got on the train...two days after my interpretation got posted. Ironic, huh? Well, no harm, no foul. Personally, I kinda liked it. Go check it out on YouTube. Just search "Meat Bicycle Built For Two".

Enough plugging. Story time.

In a small abandoned outpost, somewhere in the vast deserts of Pandora, a tribe of bandits known as The BonePicks had taken the town as their base of operations. While the majority of the tribe was upset that there was no loot anywhere in town nor were there any resistance to "protect their town from the scum of Pandora", they quickly made their home turn profits. They used disguises to make their town seem like any other town, waited for lone travelers to wander in, and proceeded to steal their valuables while the psychos had their fun with the victims.

While the plan seemed to satisfy most of the tribe, their newly "elected" leader desired more bloodshed than treasure. Seeing as how he was so willing to prove his worth as leader by ripping the head of their last leader off his shoulders and wearing the skull as a crown, none of the other members objected to his decree that he would venture into the Pandoran wilds, looking for a victim that every member of the tribe would have to inflict some form of torture on. He returned to the outpost after a few days had passed, dragging behind him a squirming form that he had stuffed in a sack.

"ALRIGHT, YOU PATHETIC WASTES OF BOWELS AND SPACE, LINE UP!" he bellowed, smacking his chest armor as if it was a warning bell. The various marauders, nomads, and midgets grouped together at the town square, quietly murmuring about how this first tribe torture could end up going.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!" the leader shouted, silencing the crowd. "That's better. Now, it's time to see how loyal you idiots are to the tribe. Now, right here's the first inductee into our little tradition." He kicked the sack with a heavy boot, causing the person inside to groan.

"Get used to that," he laughed. "It's gonna get worse come tomorrow. Since I want to see the more creative ways you skag piles can inflict pain, I'm gonna put our guest with our concierge..." He waited for the bandit in charge of housing their psychos to step up and take the prisoner, feeling his blood begin to boil as he waited.

"BLITZ!" he yelled, hoisting the sack over his shoulder as he made his way to the outpost prison.

The prison was divided into three separate areas. The first was a small cell, originally meant for interrogations and housing "disagreeable" inmates, that was barren of any life. The second was a larger cell that housed at least twenty raving psychopaths, each clutching an axe and spouting nonsense about murder and blood. The third was the main office area, with a desk and chair set up to keep a good visual on the two cells. Sitting at the desk with his feet propped up was a man with white hair that he had let go wild. He refused to wear a shirt or upper body armor of any kind, opting for a holster strap instead. He wore orange pants with boots adorned with metal plating. Next to his chair was a custom buzz axe he built himself, with a sharpened metal hand guard and a spinning axe blade.

"Let us out," a psycho shouted, slamming his axe against the bars of the cell. "You can't keep us locked up forever!" The guard merely gave him a cold stare.

"Boss's orders," he replied gruffly. "I let you out, you start cutting up the tribe. I'll see you dead before I even think about picking up the key." This discouraged the psycho, sending him back to socialize with his brothers.

"BLITZ!" a loud voice rang out, shaking the bars of the cells.

"Speak of the devil..." the guard said, refusing to rise from his seat. He merely looked over towards the door as the tribe leader kicked it open. He threw the sack down, causing the person inside to cry out in pain.

"Why the hell do you figure you're better than the rest and can ignore my call?" the leader growled. His attempt at intimidation seemed to work on the various psychos, but failed when it came to its target.

"Your crown told me that if these psychos got loose, I might as well go ahead and get eaten by a rakk hive," he muttered. "Also, seeing as how these nuts could wipe out the entire tribe, you'd be happier in the long run if I kept my word. Right, Grinder?"

"You call me boss or sir," Grinder told him in a low voice. "Remember, I'm the leader of the tribe. That makes me better than you. Don't forget that, Blitz." The bandit guard rose to his feet, revealing that he towered over Grinder by at least six inches. While the boss was secretly intimidated, he refused to show fear to a subordinate.

"Yes, 'sir'," Blitz smirked, his arms crossed. He then turned his attention to the sack. "That the first one to be apart of your little 'Team Building Exercise'?"

"Yeah," Grinder said with an evil smile. "Open the private cell block." Blitz silently obeyed the order, grabbing the key and pulling the door open. Grinder tossed the sack onto the cot inside.

"Make sure no one opens the bag," Grinder ordered Blitz as he made his way to the exit. "I want tomorrow to be as surprising as it can. Got it?" Blitz rolled his eyes at Grinder's enthusiasm.

"Got it, boss," he said. He then watched as the BonePick leader walked off to do whatever it was he liked to do in the outpost. Blitz shook his head when he felt that he wasn't being watched.

"What a jackass," he muttered as he took his seat. While he was a loyal member of the tribe, he secretly despised the fact that Grinder managed to ursup the last boss. He also thought that forcing all the BonePicks to take part in torturing a person was making them no better than the psychos he was in charge of.

"Uhhh...Is he gone?" a voice whispered from the bag. Blitz raised a curious eyebrow at the noise.

Sounds like a woman, he thought to himself. What's that idiot up to? Most of the men will rather rape her than cause any physical damage.

"Please..." the woman pleaded. "Please help me..."

"Look," Blitz barked. "You keep up this act and the boss will be back here to cut your tongue out!" He listened as the woman attempted to stifle her sobs, and rolled his eyes as she failed. He got up from his seat, grabbing the keys from their hook and walked towards the small cell.

"HE'S GONNA SET US FREE!" a psycho called out to the others, causing the group to start rioting in joy. Blitz then swung his axe at the bars, causing a loud clang to ring out in the jail.

"Shut your mouths before I cut them off!" he barked. The psychos retreated away from the bars and began to shamble around. Blitz returned his focus to the small cell with the captive, turning the key. The woman in the bag jerked suddenly as she heard the cell door shift open.

"Please! I'm sorry!" she cried. "I'll be quiet, just don't hurt me!"

"Shut up," Blitz told her as he reached for the sack's tie. "If I wanted you hurt, I'd give you to those animals next door." He pulled at the rope, loosening it up enough for the woman to peek her head out from the sack. Blitz took a step back as she managed to make her way out.

"Thank you," she said, sniffling slightly. She had shoulder length red hair, a white blouse that was ruined by Grinder's capture of her, black slacks, and black flat shoes. Her make up was smeared due to her crying, further accentuating her bloodshot eyes. Even though she looked like she had been through the roughest experience in her life, the bandit guard found her to be very attractive.

"Just cut the crying out, alright?" Blitz told her. "Should make things a bit better for you." She nodded silently. She wiped her eyes with her bound hands and got herself into a seated position. Blitz immediately turned away from her and began to walk back to his desk.

"Wait," she said. "Why did you let me out of the bag?" Blitz turned to see her looking back at him. He noticed a warmth in her eyes, as if she viewed him as a friend and not her jailer.

"Not sure, to be honest," he admitted. His mind raced, trying to find the reason for himself. Was it because he was just curious, or was it because he wanted to defy Grinder? Maybe he didn't care anymore. Whatever the reason, he figured that since he made it that far that he should see if he could push it any farther. He grabbed his chair and dragged it to the space outside the small cell.

"Tell me," he said as he took his seat. "How does a nice girl like you end up a prisoner in a bandit camp?"

"Last thing I remember was going to my new job," she said, focusing on the ground. "I was waiting for the train, then everything went black. Next thing I know I was in a sack with my hands and feet tied together."

So Grinder actually had the balls to go into a town to grab this girl? Blitz thought. Guess he doesn't care about being followed by the law. Dumbass is gonna get us all killed... He was taken out of his thoughts by two hands grabbing his.

"Seriously," the woman said with a small smile. "Thank you for letting me out of the sack." Blitz felt a warmth in his face that he hadn't felt for what seemed like all of his life. He looked towards the wall, trying to hide his growing redness

"You're welcome," he said. The two sat there for a few more minutes, causing Blitz to feel awkward that she refused to let go of his hands.

"So, I heard the guy who brought me here call you Blitz," the woman finally said, causing the bandit to nod. "Nice name. Mine's Christine."

"Christine," Blitz repeated. "Pretty strange name..."

"What do you mean?" Christine asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Well, considering the people I know," he began to jokingly explain, "normal names are more like 'Cleave', 'Blood Sausage', and 'Four Balls'. Your name seems as crazy to me as those names must sounds to you." This caused the captive woman to giggle, further worsening the blushing bandit's condition.

"You're a lot nicer than I thought you'd be," she said.

"Thanks," Blitz muttered. He stared at her as her smile slowly disappeared.

"You know why that guy kidnapped me, don't you?" Christine asked. Blitz immediately looked away, not sure what he should tell her. Should he play dumb and not know the full truth? Should he just tell her everything and watch her hope fizzle and die? Should he lie and keep her happiness alive, even if it meant watching it get snuffed the moment Grinder announces that it's time to start torturing? He looked back at Christine, surprised to see her smile had returned.

"Don't worry," she said. "I won't be mad at you." This reassurance further confused Blitz. Ultimately, he sunk his head and let out a long sigh.

"Yeah, I know," he muttered. "The boss, Grinder, he wants to toughen up the rest of the clan. Make the BonePicks the most feared group of Bandits in all of Pandora. So, he figures that the only way to do that is to force the tribe to take part in a group torturing. Keep them ruthless." He looked up to see Christine looking towards the wall opposite of her. Her eyes seemed distant, as if she were trying to find some place beyond her current location. The bandit shook his head as he rose up from his seat.

Guess I'm a better bandit than the rest, he thought. I just stole the last thing she had...her hope. As he grabbed his chair and made his way to his desk. As he reached for the door, he watched as she let out a sobbing breath.

"Blitz," she said, causing the bandit to cringe. "I just want to say..." She paused, causing Blitz to think she was too upset to speak to him.

"Sorry," he muttered quickly, knowing that it wouldn't help the situation.

"Don't be," Christine said. Blitz was shocked by what she had said. He stood like a statue while she turned back to face him, showing her smile had returned.

"It wasn't your fault I was kidnapped," she explained. "You've been really nice to me, and I got a feeling that if we met in different circumstances, we could've been really good friends. I won't blame you for whatever happens tomorrow." Blitz just looked at this woman, who kept smiling back at him. He couldn't believe that she couldn't be angry at the man keeping her from running away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the sun was going down, and noticed that Christine was starting to yawn.

"I hope you don't mind," she said, fatigue evident in her voice. "But I think I want to get some rest. Got a big day ahead of me." While she chuckled at her own joke, Blitz felt his stomach tighten at the sound of it. He just watched as she positioned herself onto her side, attempting to get comfortable on the cot.

"Well, goodnight, Blitz," she said as she shut her eyes. Blitz shut the cell door, not forgetting to lock it behind him. He looked over at the woman, who had already drifted off into sleep.

"Goodnight," he whispered. He then made his way back to his post, trying to sort through all of the confusion he had gained from that day.

Well, that was the start of it. So, tell me straight, how'd you like it? Is the relationship between Blitz and Christine a better love story than Twilight? Can't wait to see what happens next? Think A Meat Bicycle is better than The Other Two? Let me know in a review.

Peace.