IMPORTANT NOTE. This is the sequel fanfiction of a previous fanfiction, so if you would want to read this fanfiction, you should probably read the past one. A New Definition of Hell. Though, you can as easily just pick up on this one, as the prologue pretty much sums it all up...well, mostly. To those who HAVE read ANDoH, good to see you reading my story again. May it be more better, and maybe even longer than that of ANDoH. Anyhow...

Prologue: The Words of a Stranger

...Fallout. It is the era, we...are still suffering through.

October 23rd, 2077...the bombs dropped, and the United States went to hell. That was the start of Fallout. If humanity, would have put their differences aside, and began to help each other...we would have possibly rebuilt the world by now. But instead...the Great War, that caused the Fallout, only prolonged war.

People threw away their values, killed each other over supplies that were abundant in the pre-war days. Raiders, tribals, rivaling factions...was only a fraction of the cause of death. There was always the radiation, beasts that now roamed the country, and of course starvation and disease. But, even though it was so bleak, there were people who strived to help those who were suffering.

December 5th, 2161...the legendary Vault Dweller, from the west...left his home, for the first time, hell, he was the first one to do it, to find a water chip to save the Vault. He saw, the world as it was. Raiders, deathclaws...mutants. He didn't let it get to him though. He helped people, as he traveled, searching for the water chip. He arrived in Necropolis, to find the city of ghouls overran with super mutants. He killed all of them by himself, with his companions. He rose from the city of the dead, with the water chip in his hands. He walked all the way back to his Vault, gave the Overseer the water chip he had went so far to get, but it still wasn't enough. The overseer sent him back out there, to neutralize the mutant threat. He did, he killed the Master, who was the mastermind of it all. He blew the Mariposa Military Base to hell, and got away with it. The Master's plan of Unity, died right there. The Vault Dweller, for the second time, returned to his Vault. He gave the Overseer the news of his success...did he get a thank you? Did he get a reward?

The Overseer exiled him. The Vault Dweller, left the Vault for the last time. A few other Vault dwellers from 13, ended up leaving to follow the Vault Dweller. They founded Arroyo. Even after that...it still wasn't over.

July 25th, 2241...the Chosen One, grandson of the great Vault Dweller, and son of the current village elder of Arroyo, took his mythic test, just like his mother in the Temple of Trials. The Chosen One is then sent to find a Garden of Eden Creation Kit...a G.E.C.K. He like his grandfather, traveled through the lands helping. He even saw the evil in the true Enclave's eyes...as they slaughtered and committed crimes through California.

On July 20th, almost a year later since he had left...he returned to Arroyo, to find that the Enclave had attacked, and captured almost everyone. They had killed those who tried to resist, and the only one who was left alive was Hakunin, the village's shaman, who told the Chosen One what had happened with his dying words. The Enclave had also attacked and captured the residents of Vault 13 before this. Ironically, the people of Arroyo and Vault 13 were reunited. The Chosen One eventually stalked the Enclave to their oil rig, and killed the President of the Enclave and Frank Horrigan. This severely wounded the Enclave, and the Chosen One escaped the oil rig which was about to explode, with the residents of Arroyo and Vault 13. They ended up forming New Arroyo, made up of the original Arroyo residents, and reunited Vault 13 residents who chose to stay with them. The Enclave, being hunted by both the Brotherhood and New California Republic, was left with no choice. Augustus Autumn the First, led those willing to continue with the Enclave, to Washington D.C. to try to reform in the nation's pre-war capital. Those who stayed behind, tried to avoid being hunted by the Brotherhood and NCR. Some even tried to join the NCR...some succeeded, but when their past with the Enclave was brought up, they were usually arrested or charged with war crimes.

Then of course...the Lone Wanderer. Unless you haven't heard all the damn stories about him and was simply living under a rock for the last...I don't know, maybe twenty years, you know about him. Or, you could simply be new to good ol' DC...hah, good ol' my ass. Anyhow, I'm not here, re-spooning out the tale of the Lone Wanderer, that's the fortune teller who lives in the Super Duper Mart's job. I am, telling the story of the aftermath, and an important person after the tale of, A New Definition of Hell. A controversial book that the Fortune Teller published...well, really didn't publish due to the world being in ruins and...look, you get my point. Basically...some, "people" didn't like the truth about the Lone Wanderer. Most copies were taken by the Brotherhood, and burned. They never found the source of them though. So they simply began to edit the story, to manipulate it. They made the Lone Wanderer look like a bastard, and the true enemy...and eventually, as the dates of the Lone Wanderer's tale got farther and farther away, the less people could recall. Some of them actually believed the Brotherhood. The Brotherhood actually still believes that the Enclave, are the main enemy. It's been twenty god damn years...the Enclave is gone. What does remain, is the god damn mutants. Remember when I told you about the Master earlier? I didn't just tell you that so I could hear myself talk. As, the mutants in D.C. have someone similar, maybe even greater than the master leading them.

I've...ran into him before. Trust me...if he continues to live, then the world will finally have the Master's Unity. Just...a modified version. But, the Lone Wanderer didn't leave much behind. A tale, a myth as to whether he still lives or actually did die, a suit of broken and used armor, and a supposed son. I suppose I should sum up his tale for you at least...just to give you a reminder of all the stuff that went down. As, most people don't even remember it nowadays...

The Lone Wanderer and his friends, went through a long bloody war with the Enclave. Many died, of the Brotherhood, the Outcasts, the Brotherhood of Blood, the Enclave, the people, a lot of raiders, the regulators, those who weren't brainwashed by the Enclave with Winter's mind control serum hijinks were killed, and even some of the Lone Wanderer's friends. There's two important things that happened during the span of "A New Definition of Hell." The whole Deadly Bright Light project, which created three clones of the pre-war President, who named himself Tom after he became the FEV fueled pysker he was. There was also the activation of WEATHER, Augustus Autumn the First's project, that was meant to restore weather to it's pre-war state.

A pysker is a person who posses a certain paranormal power from FEV. But...Tom, was created with a unique...strand of FEV. Much more potent, and much more fucking powerful than your normal FEV. The Master himself, and some of his followers were pyskers. But Tom, and his clones, Atom, Tod, and Mute, are all godlike pyskers...yet, each one has their special use, as if it was planned by the one who created Tom. Ironically, the one who caused Tom's creation, is the same god damn mutant who is leading the mutants in D.C. today.

Tom...it was as if he was the Mediator between it all...he saved the Lone Wanderer's several times, and even disguised himself as a human, and guided the Lone Wanderer since he had stepped out from the Vault.

Atom...was once Tom's humanity, but when Tom reached the surface after escaping the FEV filled fallout shelter beneath the White House, he died inside, and Atom was pushed far back into his mind, and heart. Atom grew angry with this, and when Tom was cloned, he used it as an opportunity to escape Tom's shell, and take his own, which he did. Atom was usually out of control, and would destroy everything he touches, he was the Destroyer.

Tod...was given a false life, and even false memories by Enclave scientists after the clone was born. Was shipped away, to an Enclave base. Tod was originally cloned to be brainwashed by the Enclave to serve the Enclave, to use his powers for the Enclave. When Tod didn't develop the same powers that Atom and Tod did, the Enclave grew frustrated, and even decided to abandon the project completely, though Tod did become a good enough soldier for them to continue to use in battle. After a conflict in Megaton which had been taken over by Raiders, Tod was knocked into the water that the Atom bomb in the middle of the town was submerged in. He grew irradiated enough, that his powers inside him awoke. He eventually sided with Atom, but it wasn't his choice, Atom was controlling his mind even at that point. He was...well, pretty much just the Tool. The third clone, Mute, was also shipped off, but the vertibird had to have an emergency stop before they made it to the base. Right when it stopped, Mute busted out of the container, and fled from the vertibird. He ended up going to a village a little bit east of the Capital Wasteland, then joined up with the Brotherhood of Blood when it formed, then with the Lone Wanderer's group.

Mute faked a death by irradiation in the forest that was overran with Tod's creations, hybrids of beasts he began to make by splicing them together surgically, and planting a portion of his life and power into them. He then saved Jericho's life, and then returned at the Final Confrontation of the Pyskers in Megaton, revealing himself as the countermeasure to Atom's destructive power. He saved Tod's life, and ended up destroying himself and Atom, in the process of planting the crystal orb in Megaton, which would ensure New Megaton's success as a civilization. Tod then used his remaining power to teleport out of Megaton a safe enough distance away. Mute was known as the Healer.

Though, there was another who was a pysker, even though she was never exposed to the FEV, Tom was. The Fortune Teller, who was originally a member of the Church of Atom, had a group explore Springvale, and they saw the things they were doing to Tom, who they saw as possibly Atom. The Followers of Atom fought the Enclave vailiantly, but eventually they fell. The last survivor was the old fortune teller, but as the Enclave Soldiers walked towards her, Tom grew with rage, and killed them all. He gave the Fortune Teller a fraction of his power, and the crystal orb that he was linked to. She could see the fortune, and give visions to those she wanted to. She was of course, the Foreseer of the pyskers.

The only psykers that are still alive, is the Fortune Teller...but some rumors are going around that Tod is still alive.

After a large battle, the Lone Wanderer activated WEATHER, against the Brotherhood's wishes. His group escaped via vertibird off of WEATHER, but the Lone Wanderer chose to sprint and leap off of the top of WEATHER, to grab a hold of Spring's vertibird. He climbed up to the side door, and grabbed Spring's ankle, trying to pull him down. Spring kicked him, and the Lone Wanderer lost his hold of the vertibird, and plummeted from the sky. He fell into the lake that was below and near the mountain of WEATHER. He awoke, and the battle was still going on, at ground level. Larry, flew his vertibird into Spring's vertibird on purpose, to prevent his escape. They both fell to the ground, and the Lone Wanderer ran through the battle, towards them. He discovered that Jericho had rejoined the battle, and was running along the side of him. Jericho stopped, and took on the Enclave soldiers that were running for the Lone Wanderer. The Lone Wanderer the proceeded to fight and defeat Spring, but a more serious threat emerged in the midst of the battle.

The super mutants, led by a Dr. FEV...challenged both the Enclave and Brotherhood. The Lone Wanderer and Spring stopped fighting, and an unlikely alliance was formed, due to desperation and fear of the new stronger threat. The mutants were a threat even before, but with a leader...it could be like the west all over again. So the Brotherhood's army that was dispatched to take care of the Enclave for good, and the Enclave who were fighting for survival, made a last stand against the mutants. Even the combined force of the Lone Wanderer and the Brotherhood, and Spring and his Enclave, proved to do no good. The mutants only suffered minimal casualties, and all the Brotherhood who was in the battle that day fell. Spring, looked at the onslaught, and knew that they could never win, and he rallied the Enclave to make a dash to the vertibirds. The Enclave barely escaped, but they would never be as strong as they even were in the Capital Wasteland...let alone back West. Though, they weren't even the main force of the Enclave...that was up somewhere in New York City, which was once ravaged by faction warfare, but the Enclave used a mercenary group anonymously, to take out all of the factions for them by building up the mercenary group. Only one of the mercenary group survived, and escaped from New York City. Spring knew if he returned to the Capital of the Enclave, that he would be punished for his, and his brothers' failure. They decided to simply be a shadow in the Capital Wasteland...though they still strongly spoke against the Brotherhood. They ended up settling in Vault 92, it being far north from the Citadel, and the fact that Ol' Olney sat near it still filled to the brim with deathclaws, made it secure. The deathclaws never got too close to Vault 92. Though they had to clear the vault of bloatflies, mirelurks, and some other pests, but they still had what remained of their equipment from their days as the Enclave.

The Lone Wanderer, however, stood against the mutants, instead of running. He was okay with death, if it came to that. After being badly wounded, the mutants left the Lone Wanderer alone and focused on the remaining Brotherhood. The mutants removed any dead mutants from the scene, so it would look like the Enclave and the Brotherhood took each other out, and the mutants didn't intervene. The Lone Wanderer...disappeared, ever since. He was turned into a mutant...by Dr. FEV, himself. The Lone Wanderer's group, now without the man they fought for, eventually separated.

Jericho, ended up going back to Megaton where the people, because of knowing that he was there since the original Megaton wanted to give him power in the town. But he responded with, "No thanks. You assholes once were ashamed because I was once a raider. Now you're trying to give me power in this hellhole? What, because I'm the oldest or because I'm the only one who can actually fight?" He ended up locking himself up in his house, until one day, he heard a knock on the door, answered it, and found a baby boy on his footstep, with a note saying, "He's yours. ~C" Jericho grew enraged at first, because he knew who it was from. Damn Clover...she could have at least told him. But nevertheless, he took his supposed son in. He is one of the only ones who know what truly happened at the Final Battle of A New Definition of Hell. He knows that the mutants had in fact intervened...but it wasn't his problem that the Brotherhood and those who believed them, were too blind to see it. Fuck them, he said.

Jason, remained with the Brotherhood of Blood, and because he was the leader, the Brotherhood of Blood was on the verge of collapsing.

Larry, he was another one who nobody knew where he went...some say...they hear the sound of a lone vertibird some nights...

Clover, as I previously stated, left Jericho's alleged son on his doorstep. Nobody has ever seen her ever since.

Sarah Lyons, ended up having a son of her own...she is still with the Brotherhood to this day. Though...the Brotherhood has changed much since the days of the Lone Wanderer and the Enclave.

General Marcus, was removed from his rank of General, and demoted to the rank of Paladin again. Though, many questioned why Marcus was only demoted, and not executed for the things a brave Paladin reported him doing. Ironically, he's usually never sent to fight as a Paladin anymore, and now just roams the rebuilt Citadel getting drunk all day, every day.

Spring, and the Enclave's descendants, eventually went on to form a community somewhere in the Capital Wasteland...where, you ask? Somewhere, is all I'm saying.

Bombshell grew enraged towards the Brotherhood for having hate towards even ex-Enclave. Bombshell ended up also having a son, and she went with a group of ex-Enclave to some town that was of ex-Enclave. Bombshell is a firm speaker against the Brotherhood, but stopped speaking against them when they began to gun down those that who didn't agree with them. Now she just keeps them at bay and away from the town.

Jack, now that he had no more purpose for being...disappeared, from the wastes entirely. He simply wandered away...feeling nothing for New Megaton, or the people he had protected...his heart was truely cold, ever since he had killed his own daughter after finding that the Enclave's soldiers had raped her when they invaded Rivet City.

The Brotherhood, tried to take control of GNR2 so they could have control of what was being broadcast to the Capital Wasteland, and Four Dog responded by blowing the whole place to hell with explosives he had planted. He knew his father would rather be dead then let free speech be controlled by what the Brotherhood had became. He packed up his bags, and left the Capital Wasteland. His father was meant to do good for this place, but he...he felt that he would be needed somewhere else.

Jenna, ended up wandering to Megaton after GNR2's destruction. She usually sits in the middle of the town, playing the violin, that once Agatha, a sweet old lady played. Some say, one day while she was playing, two thugs approached her, and threatened her if she wouldn't hand over her violin and the money people gave her for playing. But...a figure stepped out of the shadows, some said it was Tod...nobody knew for sure. But they did know that whatever it was...it tore the two thugs apart. The man looked back at Jenna, smiled, and disappeared as fast as he had appeared.

Charon, who had once aided the Lone Wanderer himself, after being used by the Enclave, was used again by the Brotherhood after they found his contract. He is still as fierce as he was...but as silent, and obedient.

Casadin, of the Outcasts, happy with the tech they had gotten, left to the West with the Outcasts behind him. Ironically, Rothchild, who had foresaw what the Brotherhood was going to become, went with them.

Jeffery, looked at what the Brotherhood had became, laughed, and said, "You guys aren't even worth having my sniper rifle anymore..." And walked away from the revived Citadel. Some say that a Brotherhood sniper fired at him from the top of the Citadel's walls, but he turned around and shot and stopped the bullet with his own. Though, that's just a legend I've heard...nobody knows where Jeffery ending up going.

Some even said, that they saw a cloaked mutant all the way down in the Mojave...his name was Woran. Unclear if it was the same Woran from A New Definition of Hell, but he is as perceptive and stealthy as him.

Dr. FEV and Genius, still are the two main heads of the mutant army...the mutant army...is still growing, even today.

The Mutants and believe it or not, the Brotherhood, are the two main antagonists of this story...and the Capital Wasteland, is only the beginning.

Hell...is a big place, but a small world. Time, is meaningless. It will continue, until the very world itself, collapses. I told you about the Vault Dweller, and the Chosen One, to point out the similarities that they share with the Lone Wanderer and Michael. The Lone Wanderer, dealt with the Enclave, Michael will deal with the mutants. Plus, the Vault Dweller and the Chosen One are two of the most spoken about heroes over there in the west...didn't even mention the Courier, but sure enough, he's in this story as well. Also, of course, the Lone Wanderer and Michael's stories both have differences between the Dweller and Chosen One's. Especially Michael's. Speaking of him...

Michael...wake up. It's going to be a big day for you...this is when you take over the story of A New...An OLD Definition of Hell.

...For now.

End of Prologue: The Words of a Stranger

You might be thinking. Really? ANDoH only ended a few days ago. I know it's a bit early, but I'm mainly posting the prologue of it. I still may not even really begin to work on it for a while, and work on some of my side stories. But I figured, may as well as throw it out there for any of the people who have read ANDoH, and who want to read more. Plus, they can put this story under alert, or favorite it, so they'd know when I do update it and start to truly work on it like how I did with ANDoH.

Also, I might be doing shorter chapters. However, I will still be writing as much as I regularly do. What does this mean? Many chapters, definitely. Anyhow, would you kindly review?

Adios.

~That guy who wrote ANDoH