AN: After what seemed like an eternity away Sephiro117 has returned. This fanfic shall be my first after a several year hiatus, let's see it if I still have some creativity left. I do not own Fallout only my original creations.

"Keep walking!" the man shouted as he shoved the barrel of his hunting rifle into the young girl's back forcing her to continue the long march across the barren desert known as the Capital Wasteland. It was late in the day and the young girl was completely exhausted as the sun beamed unforgiving rays down on her head, her blue jumpsuit was hardly recognizable under all the grime and dirt with only the numbers '101' as the only clue as to who she was. Amata Almodovar was this poor unfortunate girl's name and she has been forced into the slave trade as of earlier today. She looked ahead of her and in the distance she could see what resembled a ramshackle of variable refuse forming some type of compound with a billboard sticking above it reading.

PARADISE FALLS

Amata had no idea what this place was or why the gunman had brought her here, but the uneasy feeling in her stomach told her it was not a place she would want to be. As she was led inside she thought back to her home, the vault-tec vault of 101, how it was nothing like this place and how she would give anything to be back in the cool, underground bunker. She was quickly ripped away from her thoughts as her and her kidnapper entered the compound. It didn't take long for the slavers of Paradise Falls took notice at the gunman's prize, a man with an assault rifle ruefully grabbed her by the wrist. "Hey, look what we got here, a genuine vault dweller!" he shouted. Amata quickly ripped herself away and in doing so fell into another man's waiting arms. "Oh yeah and she smells REAL nice." the slaver said after taking a long whiff then shove her to the ground. "Looks like we're going to have some fun tonight!" he said getting ready to undo his pants. Horrified at the mere thought of what could happen, she started backing away as they were starting to make their advance, until the man with the hunting rifle fired a round into the air. Causing the two men to halt in their tracks

"Keep your damn pants on!" He barked, "No one is touching this girl until I speak to Mr. Jones, I don't want ANY of you fuckers 'devaluing' my merchandise." He demanded, "Merchandise? Who the hell do you think you are?" Amata finally spoke up. Her captor merely looked at her with a smirk and turned away as he introduced the butt of his rifle to her temple knocking her out cold.

"What happened to not wanting to 'devaluing' the merchandise?" one of the slavers mocked.

"Shut the fuck up and get your boss." He retorted.

Moira Brown, owner of Craterside Supplies, was wiping down her counter when the door to her shop was suddenly kicked opened letting in a beam of sunlight, along with a long menacing shadow of a figure wearing black combat armor with a wastehound hood and armed with a combat shotgun. Before she could even greet the individual her head exploded from the violent blast of his shotgun splattering the wall behind her in blood and bits and pieces of skull…

….."Helloooo? Is anybody in there?"

It was the unmistakable voice of Moira Brown snapping the Lone Wanderer from his twisted fantasy, he had just gotten back from yet again 'helping' her with her projects, this time testing out a bug repellent which in fact turned out to attract them instead, ranging from Bloatflies to Giant Ants and Radscorpions had came in swarms as soon as he sprayed the aerosol.

"So… how did it work?" Moira said barely able to withhold her excitement, if the Lone Wanderer was not wearing his hood she would've known the answer.

"It didn't work." Was his only reply, Moira seemed a bit disappointed by the fact mumbling about how she shouldn't have added ant pheromones to the chemical concoction. Never the less she quickly dismissed the notion and paid her 'Helper' with caps. Just before the Lone Wanderer could turned to leave she decided to try and strike up a conversation.

"Hey there were some slavers in the area around Springvale, did you happen to run into them?" she asked.

"No" was the only replied she got from the hooded figure, with a slight hint of annoyance.

"hmmm, I heard they manage to catch another poor soul not far from there, some people say that it was another one of them vault dwellers." Moira paused and as if she had gotten yet another 'bright' idea she added. "Maybe it's someone you know?"

With a quick turn around the Lone Wanderer was at her counter staring at her through the two glass peepholes in his hood. "How long ago was this?" he demanded.

"It was about half a day ago, while you was away." She told him, a bit surprised at his reaction time and before she knew it he was already out of the door running down the ramp heading for the giant metal gates of Megaton.

Amata awoke with a splitting headache, her vision was blurred and a horrible stench assaulted her nose which made her headache even worst. Once her eyes focused she looked around for the source of the smell and soon found herself face to face with yet another face with what appeared to be a two headed cow with only a chain link fence separating her from it. She quickly scampered back and fell against something soft and squishy. Amata had turned to see what she had run into and came face to face with what looked like a rotting corpse. It wasn't until it spoke did it dawned on her that it was alive. She let out an ear piercing scream.

"Typical smoothskin reaction." The corpse chided. "At least watch where you're running to next time." He added in a raspy rough voice. Amata slowly backed away from him.

"No, you're not dead, and No, you're not in Hell." A voice came from behind her.

Amata quickly turned and saw an African American man in a clean dressed red suit standing next to the two headed cow. He seemed to stand out from all the grime and mud her prison was filled with.

"And No I can't let you go, for you my dear, you are going to make me a VERY rich man." He added as if he was reading her thoughts.

"Who are you?" was the only question Amata could come up with.

The man seemed almost insulted that he would have to introduce himself. "I forget, Vault Dwellers don't know anything about the outside world, only the little happenings within their little vault. Well my young naïve girl,." he paused for dramatic effect "I am THE Eulogy Jones." He stepped back and held his arms out stretched "and this is MY WORLD!" he added.

Amata merely looked at him and thought he was insane as she still didn't know why he thought himself so important. The looked on her face told Eulogy that his 'presentation' had no effect on her but it did provide some entertainment to the ghoul behind her as he laughed, letting his arms slap his side he muttered something along the lines of stupid vault dwellers and he turned to leave, before exiting the slave pin he paused.

"In case you're wondering, that thing around your neck is a bomb." He said, Amata hadn't noticed it until he mentioned it, she felt around her neck and could feel the hard metal collar with something strapped to it.

Eulogy pulled a device out of his pocket. " and this is the detonator." He said as he pushed a button.

Amata could hear a faint beeping coming from behind her, she turned to see the corpse struggling to take its collar off, then suddenly his head completely burst sending blood, bones, and gray matter everywhere, some of bodily fluids even landed on Amata, in shock she could only stare at the now headless corpse laying in front of her, a few seconds passed before her brain clicked back on and she reacted letting out yet another bloodcurdling scream.

Eulogy merely smiled to himself as he walked away.

'Now that's how you leave a lasting impression' He thought to himself

AN: Thanks for reading I will be uploading more soon as I tend to write these things out beforehand so it's more a matter of time for me to type it up.