A/N: Basically, I don't know every single little detail about the Fallout universe, and I just want to say that if I get something wrong, sorry. This is just a time passer I've been doing. I can't make any promises on when I'll upload, because I'm extremely busy and such.
Oh and of course this is the Fallout universe so there's a lot of cursing. Just saying.
WANTED
There is a small group of people, who have been taking out raider settlements for a while. They are made up of two male humans, and one she-ghoul. The ghoul is of average height, and typically has a submachine gun strapped to her back. One of the males is a descendent of the Slasher Clan, and the last one of his family. He bears a sword, pure white in color and has a horrid burn under his left eye. The last man, who we think is the leader of the group, looks just like your average teenager, but he is not a teen. DO NOT BE FOOLED by his looks and charms. We have confirmed that he always wears a backpack and goggles.
If you EVER come across ANY of them, shoot them on sight, and leave no one alive.
Bring any one of their dead bodies in, for 2000 caps each.
But be cautious when around them, because no raider has ever made it back alive when seeking them.
…
"Holy shit man, 2000 caps each? We need to kill these guys, Blake."
"Yeah, sure, but you saw the warning on the bottom there, right? It said that no raider has ever made it back. I kind of want to survive out here, you know?"
"We are fucking raiders. No one messes with us."
"So what? Let's just find some other job to do that doesn't involve a high chance of death."
Blake's partner just shook his head. "Think about it man," he said, and put the wanted paper in front of Blake's face, "2000 caps… imagine what we could do if we just killed one of them."
Blake pushed the paper away and sat up from his chair, stretching his legs. "I really don't think that it's a good idea to-"
"Too bad, we're doing it. I'll go tell the rest of the team to gather and make a plan," the other raider said. He also got up from his chair and shoved the wanted paper into his pocket. "You need to start thinking like a raider, alright man?"
"Y-yeah… fine." Blake watched as his partner ran off to go tell the others that their next mission was to find and kill a small group of people that killed raiders, and take over their settlements. Blake shook his head. I really need to start getting into the swing of things… I can't keep doing this though… killing people and taking their shit just doesn't seem right… he thought. Blake picked up his pistol from the floor and made his way over to the tent of operations. His partner, Hank, had already gathered everyone in the tent. All the raiders surrounded the circular table in the center and then started the meeting.
Hank started off with throwing the wanted paper into the middle of the table. "Look at this," he said, making sure that everyone was listening, "We need to find these people, and kill them. Pretty simple, yeah? Well, no. You see, they are known for their skill to kill us raiders, and leave no trace of them behind. So the question we need to ask ourselves is 'where do we start?'"
"Uh, sir!" said one of the raiders. "I actually have a lead that might help us find these guys!"
"WHAT?" Hank yelled. "TELL US NOW!"
The raider pulled out a map and flattened it out on the table. He pointed to a place on the map that read, Darkest Charred Forest. "I once heard from rumors that raiders mostly disappear when they head over to this section of the wastes. It might be them, or not…" he said. Hank looked at the map for a few seconds.
"Alright then, we will start our search there. We will head out tomorrow morning, so get your asses in bed and make sure that you're ready for some hunting." The raiders all agreed and nodded their heads. Blake just shook his head and slowly started to make his way out of the tent. But he stopped when someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Chin up man, we can do this. Don't give any fucks about what that paper says. Just go with it, and you'll do fine."
"Alright…" Blake replied. Hank patted Blake on the back and then headed out of the tent. Blake then decided that is was a good time to rest and headed over to his own tent. He walked in, and zipped open his sleeping bag. Then he slid his body into the sleeping bag and put his pistol under his pillow, for safety. He blew out the candle inside of the lantern and fell asleep.
For a long while, Blake was fast asleep. But then he heard a bump in his tent, so he slowly opened his eyes. There was a figure standing over him, pointing something at his face. Blake was about to yell when the figure quickly put his hand over his mouth and said, "Shhhh… I need you to stay still for the photo…" There was then a sudden flash from the thing in the figure's hand and then he took his other hand off of Blake's mouth. "What the fuck?" Blake asked. "Who the hell are you?" The figure seemed to just ignore Blake and continued to look at the object in his hand, which Blake got a better look at, and realized that it was a camera. A working camera.
"I got what I needed… Blake," the figure said, looking straight into his eyes.
"How do you know who I am?" asked a very confused Blake.
The figure just tilted his head to one side. "Hm… you showed a reaction to the name 'Blake.' Interesting… this helps us out a lot you know," he said to Blake.
"Helps you? With what?"
"HEY I HEAR SOMETHING!" Blake heard a raider yell.
"HE'S IN HERE!" yelled Blake.
The figure quickly ran out of the tent. "Hey! Come back here!" Blake got up and ran after the man. But when he got out of the tent, the man was out of sight and gone. "Wha- where did he…?"
"BLAKE?!" Hank yelled. Blake turned his head and saw Hank and a few others running over to him, with guns, all ready to shoot something. "What happened here?"
"Uh… there was a man in my tent."
"A man? Why didn't you shoot him?"
"Uh… I don't know… he was taking a picture of me."
"A PICTURE? With what?"
"A working camera."
"Bullshit. Cameras are incredibly hard to fix. Wait… WHERE IS THE MAN?"
"He disappeared… I think."
Hank crossed his arms. "He disappeared… IS THAT AN EXCUSE FOR LETTING THIS MAN ESCAPE?"
"No sir, I just-"
"Did you at least see what he looked like?"
"No… he was wearing a purple bandana over his face… and it was very dark in my tent anyways…"
Hank let out a big sigh. "Ugh… whatever. We can deal with this later." He said to the men behind him, "Since we are already awake and ready to fight, let's go capture some of those motherfuckers." Everyone nodded and started to prepare for the journey. Hank walked over to Blake.
"Look at me." Blake looked at Hank in the eyes. "Now, I'm going to tell you this once, alright?" he stated. Blake nodded. "Do NOT fuck this up. If you see someone that isn't a raider, you shoot them in the head. Got it?"
"Yeah…"
"Good. Now, get ready to kill."
Blake grabbed his pistol from his tent and put on his armor. He then joined Hank and the other raiders when they were about to depart. Hank said a few words, telling them what the plan was, and what to do if they found the targets. The raiders nodded, and then headed to the Darkest Charred Forest over to the north.
Chase was figuring out how to increase the damage on his new combat shotgun. He grabbed some turpentine and poured it into a bowl. Then he grabbed some shotgun shells and dumped them into the bowl of turpentine. "Hey, what if I made ammo for Crimson that could light things on fire? Wouldn't that help me?" he asked the ghoul sitting on the piece of couch that was torn in half by a deathclaw on their most recent adventure.
"What?" the ghoul asked, shifting her eyes from the magazine in her hands to the man over by the workbench. "Who the fuck is Crimson?" she asked, annoyed.
"MY SHOTGUN! You know, the one that I built recently using the spare parts that we got from that most recent raider camp."
"You started to name your guns? Why the hell would you do that?"
"BECAUSE… erm… HERMAN DOES IT! So why can't I?" The ghoul sighed and went back to reading her magazine. "Oh come on, stop ignoring me Mikayla. I know that you aren't actually reading that stupid magazine."
"STUPID? You were the one who recommended it to me! Remember? Yesterday you were all like, 'Oh Kayla, you need to start acting more like a female and not just some person who wants to rip poor innocent's heads off! Read this magazine that can teach you ways on how to be… NICE.' " Mikayla threw the magazine on the floor and got up from the couch. I'm going outside."
"Awww… but then I won't have anyone to talk with…" Chase said, making a sarcastic, sad face.
"Go fuck yourself Chase."
Chase started waving his arms around, pointing at Mikayla and yelling a bunch of gibberish. "YOU SEE? You don't act like a female at all! YOU NEED TO LIKE, GO TO A CLASS ABOUT MANNERS AND- oh, hi Herman!"
Mikayla turned around to face Herman right in front of her. She quickly pulled out her gun, but stopped herself from shooting her friend. "JESUS CHRIST HERMAN, why do you always fucking do that?"
Herman pulled down his bandana from his face and said in his usual calm and collected tone, "Do what?"
"You always appear out of fucking nowhere! It's getting really annoying. If you aren't careful, I might just shoot you on accident."
"Sure…" Herman said, walking pass Mikayla and over to Chase who was a complete mess. His blonde hair had smudges of black and red in them, and his clothing was covered in some kind of oily liquid. His face was also spotted with oil, and he wasn't even wearing his goggles that sat on his forehead. "Chase, what are you doing?" he asked with a sigh. Chase rubbed his hands on his clothes and picked up his new gun.
"Ta-da! Meet my new friend, Crimson."
Herman backed away from him slowly and over to Mikayla. He whispered to her, "He started to name his weapons now?" Mikayla just shrugged and Herman cleared his throat.
"That's… great," Herman said out loud. "But, that doesn't explain the uh… substance on your clothing."
"OH… that. Well, you see I was actually starting to make some new kind ammo, which then backfired, because I need some Abraxo Cleaner. And I don't have any Abraxo Cleaner. So I then made a new plan to use turpentine! And then I mixed it with oil, and some Blamco Mac and Cheese powder, which helps, I think. And then-"
"SHHHHH," Herman said quickly, cutting Chase off. "You are rambling again. It gets annoying. And besides, I don't actually care about what you are doing. I finished the mission you gave me."
"What? You are telling us that now?" yelled Mikayla furiously.
"Yes, I am. You and Chase sidetracked me."
"Oh, that's great!" Chase said with a smile. "Give it to me, now!"
Herman handed Chase the picture he took with the camera that Chase had fixed earlier, and Chase snatched it off of his hand. He then held up another paper, and compared the two. Chase whispered some things to himself, and smiled.
"This is it. This is who we are looking for," he said, as he threw the picture into his homemade concoction.
During the walk, Blake thought about the man who took a picture of him. Now that I think about it… something about that man didn't seem right… How did he get into the raider base without anyone noticing? And why did he take a picture of me? HOW DID HE KNOW MY NAME?
"Blake! Get your head out of your ass and pay attention to where you are going!"
"Wha-?" Blake managed to say right before smacking his head into a thick branch on a tree. He fell to the floor in shock, and then quickly got up to his feet. "Ow…"
Hank sighed, and punched Blake in the arm. "START PAYING ATTENTION! I can't have you in la-la land while we are looking for these guys." Blake nodded and looked around. They were at the edge of the forest. Blake couldn't believe his eyes, the trees were all black, but still standing. He took the end of his pistol and poked the tree to his left with it. A huge chunk of dead wood fell off, making Blake jump back a bit. How could anyone live here? he thought.
"Alright everyone, we stick to the plan, kay? NO ONE SPLITS UP, even if we are attacked. Got it?" Hank asked his team. Everyone nodded in agreement and then headed into the dead forest. For a while, Blake didn't see anything other than dead trees. He started to wonder if anyone was even here. After a few hours of just walking and walking, and walking, Blake said to Hank, "I don't think anyone is here… we should leave and look somewhere else."
Hank suddenly stopped. "Did you guys hear that?" he asked. A couple of guys said yes, but Blake didn't hear anything. "Everyone, get your guns out." Quickly, everyone got into attack formation, and Hank was in the middle. Blake was confused as all heck, and was looking around for anything, or anyone, to shoot.
It was really quiet.
Really quiet.
Suddenly, Blake and the others heard a loud BANG! They all turned around to see one of the raiders face-first in the dirt, dead. Blood was coming out of his head. "START SHOOTING!" Hank yelled, rapidly firing his machine gun into the air, hoping to hit something. The others followed, but Blake couldn't see anyone, so he didn't shoot anything. I should save my ammunition for when I actually see this person. But, they might get me if I don't shoot. Shit… what do I do…?
BANG! Another raider fell. Blake started to shake a little.
BANG! BANG! Two more raiders fell, and Blake's hands were shaking.
BANG, BANG, BANG! Three more raiders fell, and Blake was scared. He didn't want to die. Not like this. The only people left were him, and Hank. "SHIT! I'm out of ammo!" Hank yelled. He threw his machine gun on the ash-covered soil and pulled out his pistol. "BLAKE, get your ass over here!" Blake ran over to Hank and they were back-to-back, waiting for the enemy to appear. "Show yourself!" Hank demanded into the air.
"Nah, I'm good," the air replied.
"WHAT?" Hank and Blake pointed their guns to where they heard the voice, but no one was there. "WHO ARE YOU?"
"I'm a spooky ghost!" the voice said. Blake noticed that it sounded like a young man.
"Hey Hank, I think he's using a Stealth Boy," Blake whispered.
"Fuck…" Hank whispered back.
"Why are you doing this?" asked Blake. The voice started laughing in a strange, eerie way that made Blake and Hank tighten their grip on their guns.
"Don't act like you don't know what's going on, Blake," the voice said happily. "You were the one who gave that rumor to the raider."
Hank instantly turned around to face Blake. "You are in on this?!" he questioned.
"WHAT? No, no, no… I'm not! The voice is lying!"
"HA! Do you really think I will believe such lies?" Hank pointed his gun at Blake. "You killed all of the team! I can never forgive you!"
"Seriously? You think I did this after all we've been through?!"
"'All we've been through?' You are a newbie! A stain on a shirt that can be easily be washed off!"
Hank cocked his gun, and Blake took a step back. I can't believe it… I'm going to die here…
I'm sorry mom…
I've failed you…
BANG!
A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter. I appreciate it a whole lot.