Chapter 1: A Gentleman In Pink
Well guys I'm gonna be honest, this is basically a renewed version of my story 'The Five Survivors'. To be perfectly honest I have grown to be kinda unhappy with my Sole Survivors and I feel like they need to undergo some kind of overhaul, re-working and re-crafting them to suit my needs now. I am keeping the following Sole Survivors: Ghost, Scarecrow, Riott, Rourke "Hawkeye" Lorcan, Callahan, Riott and Catalina Perez. The rest of my Sole Survivors I am scrapping, as I don't have any real attachment to them.
But I do hope people enjoy this new story, because I am putting quite a lot of effort into this. Let us begin Chapter One of Commonwealth Blues!
I do not own Fallout, that belongs to Bethesda solely.
"This is bad, this is very bad." Ellie Perkins thought, fear coursing through her body. "Of all the ways to die, THIS isn't how I pictured it."
She tried to remember what had happened to her, but it was quite an effort; her head felt like mashed tatos. Last thing she remembered was journeying over to Goodneighbour on one of the few days off she had, when she got jumped by some Raiders and after that...well, things just got fuzzy for her.
The Diamond City native currently found herself restrained to a chair, the hand cuffs chaffing her wrists. Her dress was ripped and stained with blood, and she was positive that she was gonna have a black eye tomorrow. That is, if she would even make it to tomorrow…
"Nice to see you're awake, bitch." A voice growled in front of her. "Can't have you dying on us yet."
Ellie lifted her head up, to look at the only other occupant of the small room. A man stood in front of her, dressed in some homemade armour; it was an ugly looking thing, made of twisted metal and rusted parts. She couldn't see his face, obscured by a mask made from a mixture of cloth and steel.
"Wh-who are you?" Ellie asked, her voice sounding hoarse.
"The name's Rook, leader of my gang." The man explained. "And you are being held for ransom, girl. You're connected to some pretty important people, which means a big pay off."
"You can't expect Nick Valentine to just lay down and accept your demands." Ellie retorted. "He'll come and rescue me."
"That piece of junk? He's small peanuts." Rook stated. "We went straight to the top for this one."
Silence filled the air, as Ellie sat there momentarily confused. But once she managed to piece everything together, she could feel the blood drain from her face and pool into her feet. They couldn't possibly mean…
"The Sole Survivor?" Ellie muttered.
"Bingo. I gave him the location of an abandoned apartment complex not too far from here, where one of my men is waiting for payment." Rook retorted. "I'm sure the General of the Minutemen has a few caps to spare, for saving one of his friends. And if not…well, we can definitely make use of you here. Been a while since we had a woman here, if you get my drift."
Ellie just sat there, eyes wide and staring straight at Rook. Suddenly, the Diamond City native broke out into a fit of giggles and a wide grin appearing on her face. Rook just stood there silently, wondering what the hell had just happened to cause this woman to react like this.
"Oh, sorry for laughing." Ellie explained. "But if you told the Sole Survivor that you had me hostage and you planned to kill me? You're definitely screwed over."
"I doubt that, girl." Rook growled. "You'd have a bullet in your brain as soon as that idiot tried to enter this place, and that's if he manages to figure out where you are."
"Well, he probably does already." Ellie stated. "That guy you sent to that apartment complex? The Sole Survivor definitely killed him, but not before pumping him from information, like where I was being kept. Heck, he's probably already killed anyone that's guarding the entrance to this place and is making his way through this building right now."
"I doubt it." Rook retorted. "I've got ten men in this building alone, with another five guarding the outside. Doubt a single man, even one like The Sole Survivor, could sneak his way through all that."
"You obviously haven't heard about the Silent Massacre of Gunner Plaza, then." Ellie answered, eyebrow raised. "Filled to the brim with Gunners and the like, and was basically thought to be impossible to take back; The Sole Survivor managed to sneak in and kill everyone without raising the alarm. Only reason anyone figured out what had happened was because the Survivor left Captain Wes' corpse on Quincy's doorstep. The man can be loud, explosive and demands attention, but he can be as silent as the night."
"How do you know so much about this guy, anyway?" Rook asked.
"Oh, that's an easy question to answer." Ellie explained, a smile slowly forming on her face. "I'm his girlfriend."
The Raider boss's body tone dramatically changed as soon as those words left Ellie's lips; his body visibly stiffened, like all the joints in his body locked into place. Rook quickly turned around, gun already withdrawn, before kicking the door down. The sound echoed through the hallway uninterrupted, before silence reigned. Fear coursed through Rook's veins, as he examined the hallway. He could see blood splatters and guns littering the ground, but there were no bodies in sight. Something was wrong here, very wrong; there were two Raiders guarding this hallway before.
As Rook tried to figure out what the fuck was happening, he didn't even hear someone sneaking up on him until he felt a punch smashing against the back of his skull. Rook's whole world went into a tizzy, as the Raider Boss stumbled back into the room with Ellie. He felt a scream emitting from his mouth, as pain wracked his body. Rook quickly looked towards the doorway, to see a man standing there. He was a tall bastard and as thin as a rake, with skin tanned from travelling out in the open sun. He wore black slacks and a vest, with a crisp white shirt underneath. A Power Fist, stained with blood, was attached to the man's right hand. The most striking thing about this guy though, was his hair; it was a bright pink, a shade of colour rarely seen in the Wastelands.
"Hello, my name is Callahan." The man stated. "But you can call me 'The Sole Survivor'."
Just as Rook was about to fire his gun, this guy rushed forward and smashed his Fist against Rook's elbow. The Raider boss screamed as pain coursed through his arm, like he had just set his skin on fire. The gun went clattering to the ground, with Callahan kicking it away. The weapon went skittering across the dirty floor, before hitting the corner. Rook let out an enraged growl, as he started punching at Callahan with his one good arm. Most of the punches found their mark, landing right in the Sole Survivor's chest and gut. Callahan let out a grunt, as he slowly backed away.
"Come on, you son of a bitch!" Rook shouted. "Fight me like a fuckin' man!"
"No need to swear." The Sole Survivor muttered, charging forward.
Rook quickly ducked out of the way, before stomping on Callahan's left knee. The Vault 111 native let out a grunt, as he collapsed to one knee. Sensing a window of opportunity, Rook grabbed Callahan by the hair and started punching him square in the face. Callahan tried to get up, but Rook always seemed to be able to counter his decisions. Just as Callahan was about to enter unconsciousness, a loud bang filled the air, with Rook's head exploding into a gory mess. His headless corpse collapsed to the ground in a heap, his blood staining the floor and Callahan's face. The Sole Survivor let out a tired grunt, as he slowly turned around.
Ellie was standing up, handcuffs and chair on the floor, Rook's gun in her hands. A wide grin appeared on the Vault 111 native's face, as he slowly got up and hobbled towards Ellie, before wrapping her in a tight hug and a quick kiss. Ellie returned the kiss, ignoring the fact that her lover's face was currently caked in another man's blood.
"How the hell did you escape?" Callahan asked.
"Bobby pin." Ellie explained. "Piper taught me a thing or two about picking locks."
"Remind me to buy her a round of drinks, next time we're in Diamond City." Callahan muttered, letting out a tired sigh. "I'm so sorry Ellie; should've been there for you."
"Cal, don't do this." Ellie stated, gently swatting him on the shoulder. "You always beat yourself up when something happens to people you know, so I'm gonna cut it off at the past; it wasn't your fault and you couldn't possibly have known."
"Doesn't mean I'm happy with what happened." The Sole Survivor grumbled. "Those Raiders…they didn't–"
"No, they didn't touch me like that." Ellie quickly responded. "If they did, I would've aimed lower when I shot Rook."
"That's my girl." Callahan muttered, leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "But first, I gotta sit down. Still seeing spots from that brawl."
"Softie." Ellie retorted cheekily.
"Guilty as charged." The Sole Survivor answered, a grin on his face.
And Chapter One of Commonwealth Blues is done and dusted. I'd like to thank Iron_Angel, TinyFakeFanficRock, Anknonymous and Mandalore the Freedom, for all of their support and help. Anyway, I hope to see you folks at the next Chapter!
Love,
The Desert Dancer