Author's Note – So I decided to try again. Hopefully I can redo the seven chapters that were posted first, and then write new awesome stuff! I'd like to think this is an improvement I'm going to alter things that were written in the first version but I hope the first reviewers will still like this try! Anyway, new or old person reading I hope you enjoy the story!

I don't own Fallout 3!

Edit - Decided to delete the old chapters because it's like two sort of decent chapters and then not very good chapters!

Chapter One: Prettiest Girls You Ever Laid Eyes On

The girl screamed as she was shoved into a dark room. She caught her balance, and rounded to glare at the entrance. "He deserved it! The bastard deserved it! You know he did!"

"Shut up..." An exasperated woman growled as she slammed the barred door, locking the girl in. This woman's head was mostly shaved; half of her head was covered with short jaggedly cut locks, the other was peppered with small scars. A random assortment of clothes hung to her thin frame, belts, spikes and leather, and an old police baton was strapped to her waist.

"The bastard deserved it Madame! Let me out!" The younger girl raged against the bars.

"I said shut up!" Madame screamed; she had lost caps. She did not enjoy losing caps, at all, it didn't help that the girl's voice was very annoying. The police baton was whacked against the bars repeatedly.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG!

The younger girl flinched and covered her ears with a whimper. "Okay okay okay... c-can you bring me some Med-X? You...you kinda gave me a headache y'know! I'll be real quiet if you just...just bring me some! Please?"

"No. Sit there and rot while I get your mess cleaned!" Madame barked at the girl and walked away, grabbing another woman by the arm as she did. You see, Madame didn't waste time cleaning other people's messes; she had more important matters to attend to.

The battered girl kicked, banged her leg against the bars, and covered the line of screams that tried to come from her mouth. Her head hurt. Her leg hurt. She did not like this room it smelled bad. Even her face hurt, why did her face hurt? She leaned down and pushed some broken toys away, and sat on the rug in front of the barred door. If she quieted down for a little bit maybe Madame would let her out.

"Why are there toys in here? Toys are for...for little kids..." The girl thought. She brought her legs up to chest and sat there, quietly, and waited. The room was very dirty, there were blocks and a teddy bear on the floor. There was toilet in the corner, probably where the smell was coming from. The bed could hold two mattresses but there was only one on the bottom, it creaked a lot she...she knew that...she didn't like being stuck in here. Her head hurt.

Madame didn't come back for her. After what seemed like hours, or minutes, her head was swimming how was she supposed to know? Hell, maybe she fell asleep, all she knew was that one hour or minute or second she was watching the other girls walk in and out in and out of their rooms with a different person each time and Madame counted all her caps and then there was a big shadow blocking everything. There were two men and they looked rough, to say the least.

The closest one had knelt down and was emitting some high pitched giggles. He had tan skin, that on a healthy person would probably look attractive, but he was covered in dirt and blood, and who knows what else, along with new and old bruises and scars. His hair was in patches and what was on his head was spiked up, probably with blood or whatever else he could get a hold of. His nose was very crooked. His friend looked about the same, the difference was a straighter nose and he seemed a bit paler, but who knew underneath all of...that.

"Heeeey there...you been a bad bad girl huh?" He grinned. It was not comforting. He had a raspy voice, and licked his lips a lot.

The girl blinked and crawled backwards away from the bars. The man leered.

"Well that's not very nice! Ya not talkin'? You-you better answer Brick, bitch...cause...cause...heh...Brick's Bitch." It seemed Brick's companion was as dumb as, well, a brick.

Madame sashayed to the men, "Hey boys, looking for a little fun? Don't mind her! We got plenty of other girls around, better than this one here. Fifteen caps for one, forty-five for two, with a little extra thrown in, free of charge!" She leaned in with a wink. They always fell for it, girls, more girls, and "free" chems. The boys were so doped up they never noticed. The girl watched as Madame led the men away. Her body felt like a mass of pins and needles and her head was pounding; so she crawled to the stained mattress. As she eased herself down she released a shaky breath and curled up, her fingers dug into the bed and she whimpered. Her head hurt it...hurt hurt hurt...she just needed to sleep just a little bit just a little and then Madame would let her out. She could get back to...work.

After a few moments, the girl fell asleep. Little did she know that her very very wrong world was about to get a whole lot better.

Madame's world on the other hand, well... she didn't have to worry about that for much longer. An hour or so later, while the girl tossed and turned in her sorry excuse for rest, Madame was taking more of Brick and his buddy's caps, as the boys rather enjoyed the girls, and the chems that came with them. Brick's buddy was cackling as he groped one of the girls when suddenly several shots rang outside of the brothel.

He stopped laughing. Brick started towards the exit, but was distracted by Madame's arm slinking around his neck. "Come on...you know those idiots get into fights all the time! Just stay here, have some fun for once! If you want some booze just toss me a few caps, and we can keep this party going!" A few giggles here and there and the boys were sold once again.

The men grabbed their girls and headed back into the dark bedroom for another round, while Madame counted the additional caps. A few minutes later as she was about to close the ancient register she heard another round of gunshots. The men didn't seem to notice, and the girl still slept. Madame however, knew something was up; she waited a few minutes as she listened for more shots.

"What the hell are those idiots doing…?" Madame took her small pistol from behind the counter, checked it was loaded, and headed down the slope and around the corner to the exit.

A startled yell, a shotgun blast, and a splash of blood painting the walls later, a half-naked Brick and his buddy stumbled out with their weapons ready. Even the girls had grabbed some shattered bottles. The girl in the cell had been awoken rather rudely by the shotgun blast, and stumbled towards the barred door. Her head still pounded, but she could stand straight enough. She witnessed the working girls' and their customers' deaths, she bit back a scream and made herself as small as she could on the floor, for moment she considered cramming herself under the bed she heard heavy steps on the other side of the wall.

The girl was wracking her brain, who in their right mind- scratch that- who was crazy enough to try and take out the Evergreen Mills gang?! Hell they probably managed to do it! She was terrified. Locked in, no weapon in sight except for her own two hands that might as well be...be something totally useless! She was useless! She hadn't been out in the Wastes in so long, not since...since she had to start working for Madame. She didn't even get to go out on her first hunting party! That's what the Evergreen Mills gang did, and because of this stupid stupid STUPID job she didn't get to do it and now she was going to die trapped like-like a Molerat! She could have been an awesome Raider!

She didn't want to die. She just needed...something to fight with, anything!

The heavy steps paused, and there was rustling and the ring of the ancient register unlocking.

She wished she had taken that knife from-from...she smacked her head with her hands without thinking. If she had weapons she could beat other people to a bloody pulp just like the rest of the gang did! It'd be so easy, easy enough and then she could run she could get out and and...She was not like a regular Wastelander! She could do it! She knew she could if-if she had to she could do it!

"Hello?"

The girl froze. She was already trapped and now she really was going to die. She was going to die and she wouldn't even get to see the sky again. She LIKED the sky as ugly as it was she liked it and now she was going to die. Dead dead dead, just like the guy with the knife and the girls and...

Heavy steps sounded to the bars and a large shadow passed between the barred door, and she whimpered and flinched away from it.

"I know you're in there, I can hear you..."