Her Broken Soul

A Fallout: New Vegas Story

Prologue

The small shack shook heavily as the dust storm blew outside, little grains of sand and dirt managing to enter the metal-plated building. It was stuffy and dark, with only the light of a small gas-powered light hanging from the ceiling, shaky heavily as the dust battered against the bulb that had lasted for over two hundred years. The shaking light, the choking dust, none of this disturbed the young woman which sat below at the center of the small shack. She wore a suit of battered, burned and battle-ravaged black combat armor, with pale rags hanging from her neck, arms and over her head, where a pair of goggles sat over her dull brown eyes. Her light brown hair was wrapped into a ponytail at the back of the rag on her head, dirtied and cut short. She did not move, she did not speak, her attention solely on the squirming, angry figure below herself, an elder man wearing the armored suit of a Legionary of Caesars Legion.

The man squirmed angrily, squealing in rage as he managed to spit out the rag that bound his mouth shut, still working at the ties which bound his legs and arms together. His armor sparked as it grinded against the concrete floor of the shack, snarling as he cried out in anguish at the girl.

'They're coming you fat pig… They'll grab you… Cut your tongue from your mouth and defile your profligate body! I'll be the first to do it, too, you swine!'

The young woman merely sighs in a high-pitched tone as she lowers her hands to the ground beside her chair, lifting a water bottle. She reaches up, lowering her rag from her mouth to sip at the purified water, her last drink, she thinks. She swishes it around her mouth before swallowing, ignoring the Legionary's cries for her death as she places the bottle back on the ground, instead pulling a .44 Magnum from her leg holster. The mans cries of anger quickly silent as he watches her slowly place her thumb on the lever for the gun, slowly pushing a round in and out of the chamber. She smiles to herself, coughing once at the intense amount of sand in the air before muttering in the hoarse, yet high pitched voice of a young woman, no more than twenty five.

'You'll have to find a way to get from Hell to here to do that, friend... Because you're not leaving this shack...'

The Legionary blinks a few times, gulping loudly before picking up his voice, now in a calm, gentle way. He wiggles weakly on the floor as he mutters to her, his eyes wide.

'Wait... You can leave this shack. They won't touch you, I swear! I'm very important to Caesa-..'

The sound of a *crack* fills the small space as she slams her thumb down on the lever, the .44 round entering the barrel of the large pistol. The Legionary gulps once, then slowly begins to smile as the sound of men are heard in the distance, chanting in weak Latin... Caesars Legion. The Legionary then frowns as the woman raises the pistol, the barrel a mere foot away from his forehead. The man's eyes go wide as he speaks quickly in a pleading tone, coughing once in between.

'See... Let me go, and you can go free. You can re-do all that shit that you did before, kids and stuff! It's easy!'

The woman lowers her emotionless look into one of anger... And sadness as she presses her finger gently on the trigger, to the surprise and despair of the Legionary. As she pulls, she mutters a single sentence to the man, rage dripping from her lips as she narrows her eyes, snarling.

'You took my life... Now I'm taking yours..'

The Legionaries outside the shack, preparing to break down the side of it, freeze as a loud gunshot echoes from the shack...

A dreary silence follows...

This is a new story I'm working on. This is the prologue, obviously haha. So please, follow along and reach my awesome story. There may be some inappropriate (M) content in later chapters, I'm not sure about what to put yet. But for now, please follow along, and note I am in school so I may only write chapters every so often. Also note my chaters arent very large, so I'll be writing in short bursts for the most part.

Again, thank you!