DISCLAIMER

This is a short story set in the Fallout 4 universe. All characters belong to the author, but the depicted setting is based on the Fallout franchise, including weapons and places.


AUTHOR'S NOTE

This Fanfic is a short story set during the events of Fallout 4. It takes place during the final battle of the Institute and the Brotherhood of Steel (which takes place in the game if the player decides to side with the Institute). The Sole Survivor is barely mentionned, and the main characters in the action belong to the author. Events and details retain the fidelity to those seen in the game. WARNING: May contain Spoilers to those who haven't finished Fallout 4 yet.

I hope fans like the plot and my writing style. Reviews and harsh criticism are welcome. Profanity filter is turned off. Enjoy...


FALLOUT 4: TIES OF BLOOD

My 10mm pistol's iron sights are aiming right at a member of one of the most harmful factions this land could have. My finger shakes as it touches the trigger. I must shoot him. I must stop him. However, I can't shoot my own brother.

April 26, 2287 is a date none of us shall never forget. The night turned grim when dozens of Synths suddenly spawned within the walls of Boston Airport. Our Brotherhood responded with all its might, initiating a gruesome blood and oil bath. Paladins, Knights, Scribes and Initiates are spilling their blood fighting those disgusting synthetic robots from the Institute, which are accompanied by a few crazy humans, my brother being among them. Why, brother? Why did you have to join them? What'd you see in that gang of mad scientists, raging for power and technology? My T-60's helmet hides my tears. Liberty Prime's still disassembled head can only gaze at the disaster.

The damage done by my brother is irreparable. Many Knights and Scribes died under his Gauss Rifle tonight, and he even managed to blow one of our Vertibirds to smithereens with a rocket launcher. When I finally catch up with him,I see him tampering with one of the generators near Liberty Prime.

"STOP, ALEX! I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN!" I hammer my gun.

My eyes focus on him. The world around my iron sights set at him fades away. Noise coming from the surrounding battle turns into a faint whisper.

"The Brotherhood of Steel is just a group of tech Nazis!" Alex keeps pushing buttons. "If it were up to them, everyone in the Commonwealth would be holding only pipe pistols, and careful not just sticks and stones!"

"AND IS YOUR FACTION ANY BETTER?!"

"At least they favor science and progress!" He smiles. "And they have toilet paper!"

The scope of my 10mm pistol is still aiming at my brother's head. Hesitation haunts and paralyzes me. A synth exploding behind me brings me back from my trance.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! SHOOT HIM!" One of my fellow Paladins yells.

I firmly hold my gun. This time, I MUST stop him. Alex stops pushing buttons. He stand up and stares at me. I have a clean shot. My finger closes slowly. I see the pistol's hammer already moving.

I can't, my hand doesn't comply on shooting my own brother. The atrocious battle taking place around us stops mattering to me. My finger drops the trigger and my arm lowers my pistol slowly. I can't. I don't have it in me, I lower my head. Nothing matters. It's over. I drop my gun and hopeone of them disgusting synthetic robots kills me.

My brother, whose life I just spared, suddenly draws his Gauss rifle and shoots me. I accept my fate and stand ready to die by his hand. I soon realize I wasn't his target.

I manage to see a headless synth fall near me, still holding a really weird and large sledgehammer. That thing was going to strike me from behind, I deduce. My brother then laughs loudly and swiftly throws a weird object at me.

"Power armor is for fags," he brags.

The object explodes, causing my power armor to malfunction. He just threw a pulse grenade at me, I groan while I try to turn my helmet's interface back on. However, the inability to do so forces me to remove it, allowing me to watch in horror what my brother had been up to with the generator.

I see Liberty Prime shoot a large red laser beam towards the heavens. While following its trajectory, I see our beautiful Prydwen on flames in the horizon impacting the ground and exploding. My brother had just activated one of the generators connected to our giant robot while some other punk activated its eye laser and aimed it at our ship.

"Alex, what have you done?!"

"I just changed the future of the Boston Commonwealth for the better," he activates a weird device on his wrist. "If you want to join me, you'll always be welcome."

Alex is then engulfed by an intensely shining light and disappears. As always, I'm sticking around to clean up the mess, I silently complain. So many lives lost over some stupid ideals. War will never change. My thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the abrupt apparition of four Synths around me. Two of them grab me, one aims a weird laser pistol at me and the last one starts reading a message.

"By order of Dr. Alex, you are, from this very minute, a prisoner of the Institute."

I smile before being surrounded by a shining light myself…

THE END