Story:
Butcher Pete

Summary:
Peter "Butcher Pete" Nelson was just like any other Vault Dweller coping to survive underground. One selfish decision leads him to embark on the many biggest trials of his life. This fic follows the story line to Fallout 3 and its expanions. The story takes place 3 years after being abducted by aliens ((Mothership Zeta)), and will continue with the rest of the storyline from there. Flashbacks will be featured every now and then, which are written in first person, and formatted like this.

Pete's S.P.E.C.I.A.L Stats ((As of level 20)):
Strength: 8
Precision: 6
Endurance: 6
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 5
Agility:5
Luck: 4

Quick Stats:
Race: White
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 6 ft. 7in.
Weight: 230 lbs.
Karma: (87%) Evil
Primary Gun: Combat Shotgun
Secondary Gun: Silenced Sniper Rifle, with red-dot scope
Armor: ((Beginning of story:)) Raider Armor, & Vault 101 jumpsuit ; and ((During the middle and end:)) Enclave Armor, & Winterized T-51B Armor

Disclaimer:
I don't own anything, blah blah blah, and all that legal boring shit.

Chapter 1 -

Post Apocalyptic Washington DC. A city in which two hundred and some odd years ago, maybe even more, has birthed and breded some of the most prestige and powerful people ever to walk the United States. Now, that empire has turned into shambles. In less than a week, the mighty country known for it military prowess, and one-sided government rituals were sent off into the steepest part in the realm of Hell. Why? War, that's why. The damn Reds thought they had it made the day they invaded Anchorage, Alaska. China never stood a chance. Once America and her allies came to the rescue, it was all said and done for the enemy. But that one fateful day proved otherwise. Sounds of chaos, terror, and fear plagued the States as a few dozen nuclear warheads engulfed the American soil. Bombs were sent everywhere. Japan, Germany, The United Kingdom, Brazil, Canada. No one was safe from the nuclear holocaust. Even as those lucky sons of bitches retreated to nearby underground vaults. They knew that being there was just a waste of time as being on the other side of the soil. But they were better off. Right?

"That's what I want to believe anyway." Pete retorted as he glanced across the now deserted town known as Greyditch. It was dusk, and nightfall was right around the corner. His trusty sniper rifle sat at his feet as he and a small boy sat in an old diner in the middle of town. The kid. His name is Andrew Whitley. They had ran into each other only a few short hours ago. Guess lady luck had blinked earlier that day.

"I think you're right." The boy told Pete, who seemed to be preoccupied in cleaning his dirty fingernails. "I can remember my Father and Uncle talking about it some time ago. Between then and now, nothing has seemed to change. Sure, people have come and gone, but this," He pointed behind him, speaking about their current surroundings. "This will never be repaired. No matter how hard we try."

Pete looked up and nodded a few times. It was sad to see a child at his age being so depressed about his own safety and future. But you had to admit, the kid was smart. Damned smart. Pete was now standing with his arms folded at his bulky chest. He couldn't have been that fucking deviant to leave the kid to that gigantic Radscorpion that was chasing after him. "Maybe if he was a little older, I could have left him behind." Pete thought to himself. But deep down in his cloudy little heart, he couldn't. The first time Pete looked into that kid's eyes, he had actually seen himself in them. Alone, frightened, and edgy; the same things Pete was feeling when he left the Vault years ago. He just didn't know how Andrew mustarded up the courage to trust this mysterious stranger.

*FLASHBACK*

This fucking raider armor was beyond itchy. And it reeked of sweat, blood, and liquor. Ok, maybe I was personally responsible for the liquor part, but this was the only thing I had to wear! My Vault uniform was torn while I was being chased by a Yao Guai. Can you believe that? A fucking Yao Guai. Once upon a time, they were just called grizzly bears. But they were just as vicious. Seems that the radiation upped their unnatural power in the gene pool.

I started to take off parts of the top half of my armor when I heard a loud explosion a few thousand feet from me. "The fuck was that?" I muttered under my breath. Not even one in the afternoon, and someone was starting a fuckin' war. I had already torn off the leather strap that sat on my right shoulder, when another explosion broke through my ears. This time, it sounded a little closer. I quickly raised up from the dusty mattress I was sleeping peacefully on just a few hours ago, gathered my weapons, and investigated the cause of the sudden disturbance. I hope it was raiders, or even lost hunters. My ammo was running a little low, and I was too far away from Rivet City at the moment.

I finally make it to the tainted soil, and stopped at the scene before me. There was a little boy, around the pre-teen age, being chased by an ugly Radscorpion. "Shit." I whispered, as I readied my sniper rifle. I had already gone prone, and was pressed to the ground, the dirt circling around me as I reloaded a new clip into the chamber, and scoped the giant bug down the eye piece. The kid tripped and fell over himself, still trying to escape the grasp of the scorpion's larger-than-life claws. He took a grenade from one of his pockets, pulled the ring out of its socket and threw the grenade as hard as he could. That's where the explosions were coming from. The grenades. Plasma grenades at that.

I was signaling for the boy to move my way, buy my cries of help fell on deaf ears."Hey kid! Over here!" I yelled. Another blast was heard seconds later, followed by a green light that engulfed the area. The scorpion was now limping, his legs were now immobilized. I got up from the ground and began to run towards them. He was only a kid, but I feared that he made a mistake and killed himself throwing the last grenade. I was only 15 feet from the radscorpion, when I snatched my combat shotgun from my backpack. I then dropped the bag, and heard myself yell a battle cry as I sent a numerous number of shotgun shells its way.

The scorpion now had its attention to me, and started to wobble my way. But I didn't panic. I wouldn't. I've been eye to eye with some of the most dangerous and horrific creatures on this land. This scorpion was just an appetizer. I was sending another burst of bullets into the scorpion's ugly face. As quickly as I could, but remembering that I was running out of ammo, I took for cover under a nearby tent, and stopped to reload his gun. I peeked through the holes in the dingy tent. The scorpion was still stumbling towards me.

"You've got to be shittin' me!" I growled. Finally getting out of the tent, I wasted another round on the bug. Chunks of it's body flew in every direction with each gun shot. I knew he would be dead soon, but I was down to my last reload. Then and there, another grenade was thrown from behind me. The green and black weapon rolled right under the giant creature. I quickly turned around and ran in the other direction, while grabbing for my bag. Unfortunately, I forgot to grab the ammo from the abandoned tent. Fuckin' A! "SHIT KID! GET OUT OF HERE!" I yelled loudly, but not paying attention to where the little boy was.

I soon ducked for cover in a small ditch just a third of a mile away, tucking myself into a large ball. I covered my ears. Soon, the sky flashed a faint green color and an ear shattering bang was heard just a few milliseconds afterwards, causing the earth to shake and rumble. After the radscorpion burst into a million pieces, I shot up from my safehaven. The ground underneath the scorpion formed into a little crater, with debris and body parts scattered about. I wanted to leave after that, I really did. But I couldn't really leave a kid all alone out here. Even if he has a good throwing arm. I had no choice but to go search for the boy. Holding my bag over my shoulder, I first landed myself near an old dumpster, mildly covered with broken pieces of a nearby building, as well as remnants of an old pickup truck. Unfortunately, I found nothing.

Nothing, until I could hear a faint whimper in the distance. The sound was the same as a whimper from a small puppy, but I knew the kid was crying. Moving one-hundred feet north from where I was, I found the frightened boy hiding behind a boulder that was nearly as big as he was. The boy glanced at me for a quick second before he scurried away from the sight in front of him. I chuckled. I would have screamed myself. I had offered to help him up, trying to help, but it only made things a little more uncomfortable. "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me!" The boy shrieked. I never flinched. "I won't hurt you. I swear." I heard myself say quietly, my hand still hanging in the air.

"You're lying. Papa told me to never talk to strangers, and to stay away from Raiders." I looked down at my gear. Well, I was indeed wearing a Raider outfit, without some of the key garments. But it was a raider suit never the less. I straightened myself up a bit, and gave a faint chuckle. "You think I'm a Raider? Well, I'm not. Got ambushed near Tenpenny Towers. I was lucky to get out of there alive. Plus my suit got messed up so...I had to wear something." I kneeled down and offered to help the boy once more. The kid slowly took my hand and felt his weight sweep from under him as he flew to his feet. He stared at me once more.

"So why are you still wearing it all the way out here in Greyditch?" I looked around. So this is Greyditch huh? That guy on the radio was right. This place is was indeed a ghost town. I turned my attention back to the boy. "I heard Raiders are the most feared around here. Thought I could wear it for a while to avoid the others in case I ran into them again..." The boy dusted off his pre-war clothing and sighed.

"Well, you don't act like a Raider." He glanced at my left arm. "What's on your wrist?" He then asked.

My Pip-Boy. My one and only true friend. It was with me during the best times, as well as the worst. I don't know where would I be if I hadn't had it while I was stuck in space for three years. Three long, miserable fucking years. Oh well, I'll save that for another time. I placed my right hand on my trusty device, feeling overly nostalgic, and gave the boy a faint smile. "I actually got it when I was about your age. It's called a Pip-Boy. I used to live in the vault near Megaton." The Boy's eyebrows rose in curiosity.

"A...a Pip-Boy? You're...Pete arent you?" He asked. I picked up my equipment and ignored his game of 21 questions.

"Where are you from? Where are your parents?" The boy shrugged and looked towards the ground.

"We got separated not too long ago. My Papa was taking a trip to a place called Rivet City, but we were being attacked by these people in metal armor. They looked really scary." Metal armor? I thought for a bit. I remembered seeing a small unit of them marching towards the South. That was the same day I escaped from Vault 101. The same day I walked into the depths of hell itself. Might've been those fucking Outcasts. They're the only ones that patrol really heavy near 101.

*END FLASHBACK*

"So Pete, when will we get to Rivet City?" He heard Andrew ask. Kneeling down in front of what used to be the entrance to the diner, Pete placed a little makeshift trap at the doorstep, hidden behind some trash and debris. Whoever stepped on this was going get a free facelift.

"I dunno kid. If we run into those Mirelurks, I'd say a day or two. But I'm out of ammo. I have to go back Tenpenny Towers to resupply."

"Why out there?" The child asked. Pete looked up at him, chuckling as he brushed off his hands from the dirt. "You ask too many questions." He replied coldly. Andrew frowned and nodded.

"Yeah, I've heard that one before...Sorry." He trails off and sits in one of the corners in the room. He placed his knees to his chest and sat quietly as the music from Pete's Pip-Boy filled the room. Crazy He Calls Me by Billie Holiday was playing. Pete kinda felt bad for that, but he was getting annoying. "Not his fault. He's just a kid." Thinking of that last statement, Pete cleared his throat as he stood straight in his place. He tried to find the words to apologize, but the word 'apology' wasn't even in the man's vocabulary.

"Because I live there, that's why." He said. After the song died down, Three Dog emerged from silence.

"People of the Capital Wasteland, it is I Three Dog, your ruler. Hear me, and obey! Oh sorry, that's that other radio station." By this time, Pete had turned the radio down some, and moved over to his makeshift bed. He listened in on the unusually short newscast.

"Children, I'm afraid I've got some terrible, terrible news. GNR sources have confirmed that the mushroom cloud seen in the vicinity of Megaton was in fact... Megaton. It's been no secret that the pre-War nuke in the center of town had a live atomic core, and under the wrong conditions, could still go kaboom. Well, go kaboom it has. But it was all just a tragic accident, right? Don't you believe that for a second, folks." Pete coughed out loud. He had a feeling that the radio deejay was outing him.

"Word is that twisted old land grabber Allistair Tenpenny, founder of the posh Tenpenny Tower, has been looking to secure that spot for years. But just who did the dirty deed? Ask yourself this - why has the kid from Vault 101, which has not been seen in nearly 3 years and just magically appeared out of the blue weeks ago, been sighted hanging around Tenpenny Tower? Why indeed..." Pete immediately turned off his Pip-Boy. The boy arose from his spot. Furious by this news, he balled up his fists as hard as he could. Andrew started to tremble with hate.

"Y-you! My Uncle was in Megaton! How could you?"

By now, everyone knows, or at least will know, what Pete did. Hell, they even might have seen the atom bomb swallow up Megaton like a black hole in space. But if he was given the chance, Pete would do it again. No questions asked. Pete continued to sit on his bed, un-phased by what just happened. His eyes fluttered slowly as the kid stood in his shocked stance.

"If Papa were still here, he'd -"

"Be dead anyway." Another cold remark from Pete filled the damp air. The day was coming to an end; the sky displayed an irradiated blue and purple color. The hot breeze was the only element giving a peep of sound at the moment. Andrew looked like he wanted to cry, but he was too tired to do so.

"What about me? You wanna kill me too?" Andrew pounded on his chest as he spoke. Pete sighed deeply and turned over in his bed, getting himself comfortable for the nights slumber. But this only gave Andrew's anger more fodder. "I asked you a question!" The boy shouted.

"Go to sleep. We leave in the morning." Pete mumbled. His bulky figure seemed to be in a tight pretzel with his arms folded across his chest tightly. Andrew moved over to Pete and kicked him in his back as hard as he could.

"Ow! You fukckin' crazy?" Pete yelled and turned over on his back.

"You're the crazy one! Asshole!" The child yelled just as loudly. The two individuals stared at each other for a brief moment before Pete crawled to him quickly. Reaching out his right hand, Pete grabbed at Andrew's neck and pinned him to the ground. His huge hand wrapped around the boy's neck, fitting perfectly like a leather glove. Andrew tried to fight back, but Pete was just too strong.

"You're right I am fuckin' crazy." He growled through his gritted teeth. He applied pressure to his firm grip, slowly choking the poor kid. Andrew was gasping for air. His eyes were so big, they could have fell out of its sockets. "I'll have your ass at Paradise Falls so quick, you wouldn't know what fuckin' hit ya'. So shut up, lay down, and go the fuck to sleep*." He let go of Andrew's neck and got up from his place, moving back to his bed slowly. Andrew was left on the floor, gasping for air. His soft cries were the only sound Pete heard before nodding off to sleep.

* Go the fuck to sleep reference (And yes, it's a real book): youtu . be / 56gdg2ntfwM