DISCLAIMER: Fallout is property of its respective owners, This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes only.
WARNING: Violence and language, gore. It's a wasteland - you people should know what to expect
aaand now time for some Fallout Fanfiction :) i saw a picture of what Charon mightve looked like before he was Ghoulified and it really inspired me yknow, to explore his character: What he did, what he used to do, and what he would do if he found himself in the Mojave. I hope you guys like it :D read and review, (constructive) criticism is always helpful for writers to improve so, hope you enjoy n.n
Monday, 17 September 2077
"I'm sorry Mr. Berenzowsky, but I've been getting complaints about your attitude."
"This must be some sorta mistake ~ I clean the fuckin' spills and I mop the fuckin' floors, What else do you want me to do?"
"There's no need to use that sort of language Mr. Berenzowsky, We simply believe that the sort of attitude you possess is not one we wish to reflect us here at Super-Duper Mart."
Goddamnit ~ Martha will leave me for sure this time.
"You have a week Mr. Berenzowksy, we expect you to have cleared out your locker and off the premesis at the end of your shift on Saturday."
Shit, unemployed again.
"Hey, Charon."
Damn, was having a good sleep.
"guy, hey man wake up. I think I hear something."
Don't like sleeping ~ prewar blues; things I'd rather forget. Oh well - the rest is always a good thing.
"Hey guy, I hear something, do you hear something?"
"It's just the wind kid, settle down."
"No no, someone's out there. Let's go have a look, man."
It wasn't a perfect world before the Bombs fell, but it sure beats this hellhole.
"C'mon man, get up."
It was then that I started hearing the screams myself; stench of charred flesh heavy in the air. I grab my shotgun and pick myself up out of the rubble.
"Fine then Buster," I load a fresh drum into my shotgun, "let's go."
"It's Little Buster," I hear him murmur under his breath, "Asshole.."
"but she was totally lovin' it Charon, you should've seen her."
Walking all day through the ruins of Vegas - Mojave sun burns a lot hotter than in DC.
"Joana ~ the finest whore in all of the Mojave."
Lucky the sun's starting to go down.
"Ah Christ, They should be around here somewhere."
Makes me think I should've stayed in the Capital Waste.
"Scouts said those fuckin' bastards should have a camp nearby."
No - the Vault Kid moved on, and so I had to as well. There was nothing left for me in DC.
"Then I'm gonna take my caps straight to Gammorah!"
This fucking kid...
"There's alot of sweet ass over there. You should come along some time, Charon."
I'd kill him myself, but I need him for my cut - NCR doesn't like working with Ghouls.
"Crap, get down!"
We ducked behind some boulders - Flamer flaring full blast in the distance. I signal the kid to wait while I sneak in for a closer look.
Creep up behind one and crack his neck, sink my knife into another one of their skulls.
"This bitch sure can squirm!" I hear the one with the Flamer laugh before he fires up again. The screams are starting to get faint - I'd better hurry if I wanna save 'em.
"I'll mount your pretty head on my fuckin' wall, hahaha!"
Manage to climb up a broken flight of stairs to get a good position - I pull out my shotgun and aim down the sights: This asshole is dead.
"Holy shit!"
I turn around to see a guy in black charge at me. Instinctively i turn my shotgun towards him and pull the trigger, but he cloaks himself using a stealthboy ~ The shrapnel from my shotgun hitting a wall, no blood.
I feel a shoulder barge against my chest, flinging me off the stairs and out of a window to the road below.
"Hurry up Charon, get up!" I reach for my shotgun which had tumbled not far from where I was laying when I feel a sharp sting - shimmering light camouflaging a blade shoved in my side. I try to kick and flail with my arms; when I feel pressure under my foot I force my foot out. The rubble crunches and tumbles as the cloaked man lands in it.
"Your ass is History, hahaha!" The thudding sound of the Flamer getting closer. I pick up my shotgun and dive behind a boulder.
Have to say, I'm glad I didn't plug the kid ~ talks alot but he sure knows what he's doing. Him and I managed to take down quite a few of those sons of bitches. By the time the Flamer guy was in killing distance half of his guys were dead.
"Holy shit, that's Cook-Cook!"
I try to take up aim at him again but I see a flash of light out of the corner of my eye. I lean back; feeling the rush of wind as the invisible blade swung just inches from my face. I point my shotgun at the movement and open fire. A mess of blood and light tumbles onto the road.
"Oh no.." I hear Cook-Cook gasp behind his welding helmet, "You son of a bitch! I'll fu-"
A grenade throws Cook-Cook off his feet - The kid jumps from behind the rock and starts gunning down anyone who's left.
"Hurry the fuck up Charon!" I hear him shout, "Cook-Cook's gonna get away!"
"Doesn't matter."
I stand up and walk slowly towards a shimmering pool of blood ~ the light crackles with electricity before the field shuts down: Laying in the road is a coughing mess, his guts torn out by shrapnel and his armor stained with thick crimson liquid.
"Well shit," the Kid grinned, "That's Night-Terror alright."
The kid followed me as I make my way to their camp, Night-Terror groans as the Kid is dragging him.
Everyone's dead ~ Even through all the scorch-marks I can make out their frail, naked female corpses.
"Christ, Sick fuck probably raped 'em before he fried 'em."
His latest victim - the one we could hear screaming. Shackled up in a star shape by her hands and feet, hung upside down: Her skin melted off, tears of blood dripping from her eyelids.
"Alright, Dhatri only wants the head."
Do I see her chest still moving?
I get closer to her ~ maybe a heartbeat, or her chest is still moving.
"Help... Me..."
I start working on the shackles, carefully as I can: Any harsh movements and she could die.
"What the fuck are you doing, Charon?"
"Helping her."
"What about Night-Terror, Cook-Cook will be back soon with alot more of those bastards."
"Doesn't matter, have to help her."
"What about the Bounty, Charon?"
I pick her up carefully in my arms, "You keep it."
"Really?"
I turn to him and look at him earnestly.
"Really. You did good, Buster. It was a pleasure."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise, then laughed and patted me on the shoulder.
"It's Little Buster, you asshole."
I ran 'til I reached the Medical Clinic ~ Followers are good people; Dr. Unasagi managed to patch her up quite well.
"Would you like to see her, Charon?" She smiled.
She led me through to a room ~ she was under some covers when I walked in.
"We tried the best we could," Unasagi grimaced, "but I'm afraid the damage done is far too severe."
Her eyes slowly opened, she winced in pain as she sat up to gather her surroundings.
"Are you.." she wheezed, "the one who saved me..?"
"Yes."
"Thank you.." She tried to manage a smile, "I don't even know... Who you are.."
I pause for a moment.
"Charon, my name is Charon."
"I'm.. Sarah.." She passes, almost tumbles out of her bed but I reach out to catch her just in time.
"I think that's enough for today, Charon. She needs plenty of rest."
I watch her sleep for a while,
"Charon?"
she looks nice when she sleeps.
"Please, we must let her rest."
I finally give in and follow the Doctor out of the room.
"Will you come to check on the patient tommorow, sir?"
I look back at the open doorway.
"Yes, I think I will."