Hunters Will Be Hunted
Killy, the lone wanderer. Roaming throughout the wasteland to hunt at some of the most dangerous known people. To atone for his shortcomings as a son and protect the innocent lives. (Set after the waters of life quest.)
There he was, roving on top of the chapel. Scanning the wastes for potential victims never leaving his eyesight from the field, Drifter. The exile of Oasis and now residing at Dickerson Tabernacle Chapel, he was known to prey on whoever passed by near the church. Whether raider or innocent wastelanders alike. Killy crouched behind the bushes with his old sniper rifle trained at his target, waiting patiently for the kill.
The front side of the church was too open and too far from any potential covers, leaving an easy target for Drifter. but behind the ruined church was perfect as the bush behind the dead tree and boulders provided the perfect cover. But he was still at a far distance. He was surprised that even without the aid of Stealth Boy he manage to sneak close enough at the Dickerson Tabernacle Chapel, without even being detected by Drifter. Killy had crossed this area twice and almost got killed. When Karen Schenzy from Arefu told him about this potential place, he quickly went to investigate but almost got killed when the .308 bullet made an impact in his self modified combat armor, this was not his first time with a sniper encounter. Arkansas from minefield almost removed his head and the explosions was too much to bear, he knew this guy was good. Even though he pretended to be dead and just lay still until the cover of darkness, the bullet whizzed and scraped his combat helmet when he slowly crawled away from the scene. The second encounter when he investigated the radio tower just south of the church, he was taken by surprise when a bullet hit a boulder few inches from his feet. From that day on he never dared to return, until now.
After a month of reading the Chinese spec ops manual which surprisingly has an English translation for it's American sympathizers, he trained himself hard and almost killed several times. He even bear a scar on his lips when a Super mutant's nailboard hit him on the face, when he tried to sneak past from their outpost. Stealth boy was still scarce as he tried his best train himself the natural way.
He then approached Stockholm who was annoyed and reluctant to teach him about being a sniper, but soon agreed when he saw the kid's potential. He taught him everything he knew from firing positions, control the breathing, adjusting the scope and watching the direction of the wind. Until that fateful day when Killy's final test came, a wastelander girl running frantic towards Megaton. Behind her was a raider with a knife in his hand, with signs of under influence of psycho. The girl didn't see the small rock as she tripped and rolled on the ground which gave the raider the upper hand, he pounced on the girl as she desperately clawing for her life against the raider. But he slapped her out cold, Killy raised his sniper rifle and trained at the raider. With his haste he fired and missed, but the raider didn't see it as he was focused on the girl. With his knife he tore the girl's clothes and trailing the tip of his knife on her chest, Killy panicked as he made a second attempt but soon caught a group of three more raiders rushing in. In a rush he fired at the group but hit a boulder instead. This earned him a smack by Stockholm.
"Number one rule; Do Not Get Distracted!" Stockholm hissed.
With a sleight of hand, Stockholm took his sniper rifle from Killy and took the shot, killing the crazed raider on top of the girl. Another shot was heard and a raider's head was blown into pieces while his peers were now covering behind the rocks, both Stockholm and Killy turned their heads to see Jericho with his Chinese Assault rifle in his hand.
"I'm just curious what you assholes been up to, seems like having fun shootin raiders." the two ignored Jericho as they heard the cursing of the raiders.
Two raider's foolishly took a peek and were shot by Stockholm and Jericho. The last one desperately run for his life, but Killy in a rage took the rifle from Stockholm and shot the fleeing raider. His leg was torn, making him scream in pain while desperately crawling away. Jericho whistled while Stockholm shook his head.
"Not bad kid" Jericho complimented as he patted KIlly's shoulder.
"Keep your cool Kid, remember what I taught you. Focus and pay attention." Stockholm reminded him.
For the last time Killy took a deep breath and took an aim at the raider, with his crosshair on the raiders head and pulled the trigger. The impact separated his head from the body, Killy couldn't stomach at the gore he saw and what he had just done. He killed raiders before in self defense, but never this kind of brutality and gore as a sniper.
"You'll be used to it." this was the only comforting words Stockholm could say as he saw Killy's reaction and he knew this was new to the boy.
Killy went outside to check the girl, but fall on his knees when she was already dead. He saw two stab wounds on the chest which were fatal, he sobbed at his failure as the images of his dad who was killed in the Jefferson Memorial flashed in his mind. From that day he will never allow these people to hurt any innocent lives, they will pay. Never again the citizens of the Capital Wasteland will live in fear as he will hunt them. And never again he will suffer for someone dear to him will be lost. Never again.
Back to the present as his eyes peered on his scope, he limit his movement as much as possible to avoid detection. He silently cursed as he could see the exposed Drifter, but much of his body was blocked by wooden beams of the church. His VATS wouldn't help either as 10% was the highest chance, No. He will not rely on VATS this time, he will do what he had been taught. He could only see the torso an almost pulled the trigger, but frowned as Drifter leaned on the window making him disappear from Killy's sights.
Patience. He thought as he reminded himself to wait for perfect opportunity, he can wait for hours if he must.
Killy knew he have to rely on his instincts, luck and confidence. He knew he was not good enough but only one shot was he needed, there was no strong wind and only a small portion of his body was visible and the rest were wooden beams. One shot is all he wanted. One movement. One moment.
He inhaled as he calmed his nerves and to lessen the shaking of his hands, his finger twitching at the trigger as his mind making a mantra; One Shot, One Kill, No Mistakes. It kept repeating on his head as adrenaline started kicking in. He felt numb as his His mind pushing away any thoughts as his focus was only on Drifter. never mind the noises of the creatures close around him, never mind the stinky smell he was sitting on and never mind the voices inside his head saying he will die.
His scope caught a shade of green armor and this was what he was waiting for. The only chance he have. His finger pulled on the trigger and the old sniper rifle roared, the sight of the .308 he once feared was unusually beautiful to his eyes. The bullet rotating as it gains momentum, defying gravity and wind. Small, Sharp and Powerful. It was beautiful as The glowing metal impacted on the body of Drifter, as parts of his flesh and broken armor tore away from his body and the bullet threw him away. Now he understands what it takes to be a hunter and to become a sniper.
A thud was heard. Killy sighed in relief. But before he could stand up, a roar was heard as he turned his head behind his back. A leaping yao guai was the last thing he saw.
Opening his eyes, Killy slowly stood up from the bed as he clutched his head. The yao guai meat had a nasty after effect, he was fortunate he fired at the head when the mutated bear pounced on him. He glared at the trophy got. "Reservist" the word etched on the body of the rifle, it was in good condition as he discarded the now unusable sniper rifle he possess. He took Drifters hood and ammunition, he stood up and slung the "Reservist" behind his back. Now his final test as a true Sniper and a Hunter will be Arkansas. Heading east as he walks towards Minefield.
Authors Note:
Hello guys, this is my second fanfiction in Fallout 3 I hope you like the story. Please feel free to review either: good or bad :-)