A/N: Anyone reading this should be aware that this story features a near Mary Sue-like protagonist. So if you're looking for maximum realism, you won't find it here.

All characters are of legal age or older.

Alaric Kuril walked down the metal corridors of Vault 101, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit and lazily strolling towards the classroom in which he would be taking the G.O.A.T. He almost snorted in derision; he knew what the test questions were, the answers and what he needed to choose in order to acquire whichever position he desired. It was child's play to sneak through the halls, lockpick Brotch's desk and memorize everything he had in there. Vault security was absolutely horrendous.

Alaric was quite popular, mainly due to his dashing good looks: long muscular legs supported a tight core with chiseled abs, leading to a broad chest that expanded and contracted with each breath. His powerful shoulders connected to a sleek neck and strong jawline, framing his thin lips that were more often than not, curled into a charming grin. His perfectly shaped nose rested under a pair of angular golden eyes, accentuated by his high cheekbones and jet black hair.

But unlike what most people assumed, the space between his ears was not empty. In fact, the gift of intelligence had been passed down from parent to child as Alaric was genius in every sense of the word, combining brains, brawn, and charisma into a man that was an irresistible ladykiller in every sense of the word. He had attracted the attention of most of the vault's female residents, much to the resentment of the males in his age group. Hell, even some of the older women were starting to eye him in what he suspected was more than just a platonic gaze.

"Get out of my way, you stupid Tunnel Snakes!"

He chuckled and turned the corner, finding Amata surrounded by Butch's little 'gang', making lewd comments in a pathetic attempt to intimidate her.

"Well, well, well." Kuril drawled, "What do we have here?"

The DeLoria glanced at him disinterestedly. "The hell do you want, wimp?" He responded, knowing full well that Alaric could beat him within an inch of his life if he wanted to. A courageous, but stupid attempt, at bravado.

He wasn't the least bit perturbed by the Tunnel Snake's insult, but his amber eyes took on a predatory gleam. "What's going on here?"

"None of your business, pal." Butch sneered, displaying a pitiful façade of false power. "You better get outta here before you get hurt." His lackeys, Wally Mack and Paul Hannon Jr. cracked their knuckles to back up their leader's words, though they looked apprehensive about going toe to toe with Kuril.

"Do you know how many bones there are in the adult body?" He asked, feigning playfulness. Before the Tunnel Snake could respond, his voiced dropped from coy to deadly in an instant. "Two hundred and six, and I know where all of them are. Which one would you like me to break first?" He flexed his muscles, making them ripple powerfully under his jumpsuit. He wouldn't even need to fight, he knew for a fact that Butch was a coward at heart, and all he needed to do to send him scampering off into a corner was to show him who was really in charge.

Hesitation and a hint of fear appeared in all their eyes, even Amata seemed slightly afraid of him.

The DeLoria's eyes darted around, desperately looking for an escape route. "Hmph, maybe you're right." He stood up, motioning for his henchmen to follow him. "C'mon Tunnel Snakes, this little bitch isn't worth our time." They slowly sauntered towards the classroom, only to jump when Alaric slammed his fist into the metal of the corridor. They hurried their pace, sending back one last indignant and fearful glance before they disappeared past the doorway.

He laughed and looked back to Amata who was breathing a sigh of relief, grateful that the ordeal was over. "Thanks for getting rid of them." She straightened out her vault suit and raised an eyebrow at him. "But a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"Meh." He shrugged his shoulders unapologetically. "It helps get the point across. Now let's get to class before we get an earful from Brotch."

She scoffed. "You being scolded by Brotch? Mr. 'never got anything less than an A and breezes through class' Kuril?"

"Jealous?" His lips quirked into a smug grin.

Amata simply laughed and playfully slapped his arm, briefly feeling the thick, corded muscle that lay underneath. She drew her hand back a moment later, but Alaric was perceptive enough to catch it. He would've teased her about it had they not been greeted by their teacher the second they entered the classroom.

"Well you made it. All set for the G.O.A.T.?" Both of them nodded. "Trust me, it really isn't that bad. Just something everybody has to go through." Amata quickly made her way to her seat, though Kuril remained behind to speak with Brotch.

"I don't really have to take this test do I?"

The teacher responded slowly, carefully choosing his words. "Listen, I like your dad. I might even like you if I wasn't your teacher." He looked around, ensuring that no one was paying attention to their now clandestine conversation. "So here's what I'm going to do. If you want to skip the test, just tell me how you want it to come out and I'll take care of it for you."

Alaric cracked a smile. "I'm sure as your best student, you could do it for me as a reward for my outstanding performance, right?"

"Yes, I can do it for you. I can even hold your hand if you'd like."

Kuril rolled his eyes as Brotch continued, "I just need to know what kinds of things you're interested in."

"Mr. B. If I told you what my 'interests' are, you'd have me locked up." Along with a lifetime supply of condoms and birth control pills…

"I may know more about your extracurricular activities than you think." He shot back dryly. "But not officially, of course. I'm completely oblivious." He brought up his pip-boy and tapped away for a second or so. "Done and… done. You're all set. If anyone asks, you took the G.O.A.T. after helping me out with the lesson plan yesterday, okay?"

The teen nodded. "Sure thing, Mr. B." As he exited the classroom, he caught Amata's eye and tossed back a victorious smirk at not having to sit through what was sure to be a mind-numbingly boring test that wouldn't even matter in the future. She only glared at him before she returned to work, resolutely ignoring him as she filled in her answers.

He wasn't sure what he was going to do with his free time, but making a booty call and fucking the brains out of Beatrice didn't sound so bad.

Alaric already knew the vault's layout by heart and moved through the hallways like a ghost, making no noise as he zeroed in on his Asian fuckbuddy's room.

It wasn't even difficult to get her addicted to his cock, the overseer's terminal only confirmed what he had theorized: she was an absent-minded, sexually repressed sycophant begging for a good hard dicking that would leave her bowlegged for a week. It had taken a few choice words and some ass grabbing before she invited him over to her quarters for some 'fortune telling' that quickly devolved into a bestial fuckfest which left her thoroughly exhausted, but satisfied.

And now, it was time for round two.

The door slid open with a hiss and the Armstrong glanced back to see who it was. Her face lit up as she caught sight of the lithe, muscular figure that strode towards her with half his jumpsuit off and the other half joining it on the floor. She felt heat pool between her legs as Alaric wrapped an arm around her waist and threw her onto the bed, removing her vault suit and pulling down her panties, exposing her bare, needy cunt that was absolutely soaked with her juices.

No words were exchanged as both of them shared a common goal, and that was to fuck the other as hard as possible.

With a swift thrust borne from hundreds of previous sexual conquests, he buried his fat cock into her quivering pussy, groaning as he felt her velvety walls tightening around him. She moaned at the feeling of divine fullness as her quim was filled with his shaft, feeling the bumps and veins teasing at her inner folds. Without further ado, he began to pound away, dragging his length back out before slamming back in, creating a steady rhythm as he sawed in an out of her hot, moist cunt.

He locked lips with her even as one hand rubbed at her clit and the other pinched her nipple, causing her to gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. Their makeout session was interrupted when her eyes widened in shock and her mouth hung open as a mind-shattering orgasm swept away all conscious thought. Alaric grit his teeth and with one last shove, his cockhead penetrated her womb, firing thick ropes of sticky, white seed into her core.

Beatrice's back arched and she clutched at the bedsheets, her pussy convulsed around his shaft, soaking both their thighs with her girlcum. Kuril paused to regain his breath, though he gave Beatrice no reprieve, and began thrusting in and out again, eliciting a moan from her that he quickly silenced with a kiss. He would've been worried about getting her pregnant, especially since he filled her slutty little womb to the brim with his virile seed, but he knew she was on contraceptives ever since they had their first tryst.

Alaric groaned as he relished the feeling of her slick, silky walls massaging his throbbing cock, his balls slapping against her netherlips and providing an extra jolt of pleasure that made her twitch each time he sheathed himself within her. Beatrice was busy moaning in time with his thrusts, tongue lolling out her mouth with a dopey fuck-drunk expression on her face as Kuril struck every erogenous nerve in her cunt, setting her mind alight with pleasure.

He bore his teeth in a feral grin as he pistoned his hips even harder into her battered cunt, he grabbed her hips and hilted himself within her, drawing circles in her pussy and causing her breath to hitch each time he pressed against her g-spot. He groped her sizeable breasts, kneading, pinching and twisting the pale flesh in a manner that left her wanting more. He felt her shiver beneath his touch and heard her panting like a bitch in heat, subconsciously wiggling her delicious rump in an instinctual need for cock.

Kuril was more than happy to grant it and plowed into her tight, wet snatch with the force of a hurricane, his hips a blur as he edged himself towards giving her womb another white paintjob. He sheathed himself in her pussy once more, his shaft pulsed as it sprayed jet after jet of hot, creamy cum directly into her uterus. Beatrice went ridged for a moment before exploding into an orgasm, her cunt spasmed around his shaft, milking his balls dry.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the effort of keeping up with Alaric had proven too much, even for the sex hungry fortune teller, and she passed out. The aforementioned vault dweller, however, had nearly unbound stamina and he could feel himself becoming hard again. Even though she was down for the count, he was just getting started.

Yes, he had an obedient little cumdump that he could freely use whenever he wanted, and the rest of 101's women in the palm of his hand.

Life was good.

…

Fucking hell. Life sucked ass. Were his thoughts after he heard Amata describe how the vault had gone to hell and slapped a pistol in his hands before leaving him behind, intent on helping him escape.

His gaze sharpened, all pretense of jovial indifference fell away in an instant as he swept his eyes across his room, compiling a list of what he would take with him. The Overseer's office was insultingly easy to get into, and the scouting reports, along with the security dossiers Alphonse had archived onto his terminal, had proven very helpful in several aspects.

He emptied the first aid kit attached to his wall into a backpack he had made years ago, grabbed his baseball bat, BB gun and pellets along with the combat knife he had hidden under his mattress. He had found it while exploring the vault and no one seemed to be aware of its existence, other than him. He had always been cautious, and some would have called him paranoid, but he knew the value of being well prepared and now, it would pay off.

Alaric shouldered the bat with one hand and kept a firm grip on the knife with the other. From the message blaring over the intercom, a radroach infestation had sprung up and he would need to drive them off in addition to the vault's security guards.

The door opened with a quiet hiss and he was met with a group of the infernal insects. He dispatched with a few swings of his trusty baseball bat, leaving them behind as chunks of viscera and smears of fluid on the metal floor.

"Hey you, hold it right there!"

His golden eyes snapped to the man in security armor, holding a police baton, glaring at him.

John Kendall. Height: five feet, ten inches. Plexiglass combat helmet, stab-proof Kevlar vest. Metal-plastic composite club.

He brought the knife up, holding it tip first.

Distance: six point three seven meters. Three rotations. Speed: ten point five feet per second. Target area: throat.

Kuril flicked his wrist, sending the combat knife flying end over end until it buried itself into Kendall's adam's apple. The man clutched at his neck and the visor of his helmet became flecked with blood as he coughed in a futile attempt to clear his airways. He calmly walked over to the dying officer and tore the combat knife out, cleaning the blade off on guard's jumpsuit and leaving him drown in his own blood.

His eyes had always been unnaturally sharp, perhaps due to a mutation in his genes, but he was nonetheless grateful for his superior vision. His years spent as the vault's little league MVP, both hitting and throwing with unerring accuracy, had sharpened his aim until it had become flawless. Furthermore, in an attempt to alleviate the mindnumbing dullness of having nothing interesting to do, he'd used his understanding of kinesiology to create a routine that would work every muscle group in a variety of ways. His limbs and torso were hard as iron after all the conditioning he had forced himself to go through, in addition to the martial arts he had learned from an old, forgotten manual lying at the bottom of a storage crate tucked away in the sub-basement. It was a way to stave off the ever encroaching threat of boredom and a useful skill as well, especially during that time Butch and his gang decided they needed to show him who was toughest guy in the vault.

The clinic was rather busy that day, when the sorry trio limped in bearing a number of fractured bones, twisted joints and nasty bruises.

Once he was sure that Kendall was dead, he stripped him of his armor and weapon, donning the Kevlar vest and holstering the baton in his belt. He swiftly strode down the hallway, and caught sight of the aforementioned leader of the Tunnel Snakes running towards him. "You gotta help me! My mom's trapped in there with the radroaches!"

Oh how he would've liked to put a bullet right between the little fucker's eyes, but he couldn't waste precious ammo on some blubbering brat.

"Butch... asking me for help." He rolled his eyes. "If only you knew what 'irony' meant..."

The DeLoria scowled. "Yeah, I'm asking you. So what?" He paused, realizing that he wasn't really endearing himself to the person he wanted to go save his mother and tried to recover from his fumble. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I've always treated you. You know I never meant any of it, right? But it's my mom. You can't leave her in there with the Radroaches."

Alaric sighed. "Why do you need my help, anyway? Afraid of a few Radroaches?"

Butch shifted nervously, unable to meet Kuril's inquisitive gaze. "Well... yeah. I hate Radroaches." His blue eyes snapped up to defiantly meet his fellow vault dweller's amber ones in some desperate attempt to rally what remained of his masculinity, though the effect was ruined somewhat when he sniffled pathetically. "So what? I tried to go back in to help her, I swear I did! But I just can't do it!"

Kuril had to fight back a grin. Good lord, this was comedy gold. "Butch." He placed his hand on the DeLoria's shoulder reassuringly. "You're a Tunnel Snake! Don't you know that snakes eat radroaches?"

"Really? Mr. Brotch never told us that…"

"Yeah! It said so in the Big Book of Science!" A blatant lie, but Butch didn't know that. "You're big. They're little. Get back in there and show'em who's boss!"

The DeLoria hesitated, then nodded, determination burning bright in his eyes. "I… I'll try! Here, I know it isn't much, but take my Tunnel Snakes jacket." He slipped it off and shoved it in Alaric's hands. Butch squared his shoulders and ran back the direction he came. "Here I come you stupid bugs!"

What a dipshit. Alaric snickered. His mom was a decent fuck, but she was nothing special. No great loss if Butch bailed the rescue at the last moment. He draped the leather jacket over his Kevlar vest. Having extra clothes on hand would certainly help.

He ascended the stairs and came upon Gomez and Andy battling a group of radroaches. The security officer spared him a glance but returned his attention to the mutated insects biting at his heels. Kuril assisted them, stomping and smashing them until none of the massive bugs remained. The security officer clipped the baton to his waist and turned to Alaric.

"You're lucky it was me who found you. The others won't be so forgiving."

He wanted to scoff, but kept silent and nodded.

"I don't know what you're up to and I don't want to know. Just- Just clear out of here and I'll pretend I never saw you."

"Thanks, Officer Gomez." Kuril grinned. "I knew I liked you for a reason."

The man only shook his head. "It's a real shame it's come to this. I can't believe what they did to Jonas…" He rubbed his eyes, as if trying to erase the gruesome scene from his memory. "Officer Mack was just out of control…" He sighed and patted Alaric on the back. "But you're a good kid. You didn't do anything to deserve this. Go find your dad, if you can."

The teen nodded, shaking hands with the guard. "I'll do my best, thanks Mr. Gomez."

He departed and entered the clinic, looking around at the scattered papers and upended machinery. He moved past all of it and came to a stop in his father's office. Kuril looted the first aid kit and quirked an eyebrow at the medical bobblehead on the table. He shrugged and decided to take it along with him as memento, but his attention was quickly drawn to the quote that hung on the wall.

His golden eyes seemed to zoom in on the frame, noticing small discrepancies and subtle hints that pointed at the words hiding more than just the wall behind it. He grasped it and moved it aside, revealing a small safe embedded into the metal.

Hmph. Clever bastard. Now I know where I got it from.

He went to work cracking it, whatever was inside must've been important if he was willing to go to such lengths to hide and secure it. A few minutes later, the safe swung open, revealing a blueprint, a bag of bottlecaps and a holodisk. He tossed all of it inside his backpack; while he wanted see what was on the tape and the blueprint, his priority at the moment was to escape. Hopefully, he would have time to analyze whatever he found once he left the vault.

Alaric looked around to ensure he hadn't missed anything important, and to reminisce about that day he had gone through a check-up before the G.O.A.T.

What I wouldn't give to go back to those days…

He shook his head and made his to the atrium, right now was no time for distractions. He heard voices and quickly crouched down next to the doorway, hidden by the shadows as he listened to the conversation.

"…getting out of here just like the doctor. I'm not going to let anyone stop us. We're getting out of here. Now's our chance!" He recognized Tom Holden's voice, then heard rapid footsteps as the man began to run.

He heard Mary hesitate but she joined her husband a moment later. He couldn't stop them, but their foolish efforts would help him escape, if nothing else. He'd already counted the interval from when Tom started running to when his body hit the floor and repeated the process with his wife.

Five seconds passed. Twelve shots fired.

Twelve shots? He snorted. These guys can't aim for shit…

He got into position as the last Holden was gunned down and emerged from the left side of the corridor just as the security guards were reloading, having expended the rounds in their clips on the two harmless civilians making a desperate bid for freedom.

Officer O'Brian. Height: five foot ten. Plexiglass combat helmet. Stab-proof Kevlar vest. N99 10mm pistol. Reload complete in five point four seconds.

Officer Richards. Height: five foot eight. Plexiglass combat helmet. Stab-proof Kevlar vest. N99 10mm pistol. Reload complete in four point nine seconds.

Distance: ten point three four meters. Muzzle velocity: twelve hundred meters per second. Target area: throat.

Fire.

His own pistol barked twice and a neat hole appeared in each of the security guards' necks. They dropped like stones, clutching at their throats just like the first man he killed. Almost nostalgic really.

By the time he knelt down to take whatever he could from them, their eyes had gone blank and their hearts had stopped beating. He looked at them with contempt: both Richards and O'Brian were mindless dogs that hung off of the Overseer's every word. He'd probably done the vault a service by ending their miserable lives.

He took their pistols and whatever ammunition they had on them before he climbed the stairs to the second floor. Alaric passed by one of the windows and saw Allen Mack pounding on it, his face twisted into a rictus of fury as he slammed his fists into the glass, shouting unintelligible phrases that he had no doubt were insults. With a cheeky grin he flipped him off and proceeded past him, leaving the enraged man behind in the common room.

He swatted away the radroaches with his bat and heard someone approaching.

"Stop in the name of the Overseer!"

Kuril sighed. Another one of Alphonse's rabid attack mutts. Oh well, more equipment for me.

He went through his analyzations and sent his combat knife hurtling into the senior Hannon's throat. He didn't bother waiting until the Security Chief was dead before tearing his knife out and sending a splatter of blood across the floor. He could see the man's eyes quivering as he clung to the list vestiges of consciousness, his body convulsing and twitching as anything lower than his shoulders no longer received orders from the brain.

Alaric gave him a disinterested glance and walked past his latest kill, idly contemplating why he felt no guilt.

Hm, perhaps I'm a psychopath? Sociopath maybe… or it could just be natural killer instinct.

He halted his introspection as he heard a very familiar voice, tainted with anxiety and fright.

"I don't know anything!"

He breathed in sharply.

Amata.

She was one of the few people he actually cared about in the vault and he would be damned if he allowed any harm to come to her while he was still drawing breath.

"Be reasonable, Amata." Her father began, "Officer Mack may enjoy this, but I don't. Just tell us where to find your friend, so we can talk to him."

'And kill him' went unsaid.

"He's my friend! I was worried about him. What does he have to do with any of this anyway?" She tried to reason with him, but Alaric knew it was a futile effort.

He could hear the elder Almodovar sigh in disappointment. "I thought I raised you better than that, Amata." His tone laced with contempt. "Survival is paramount. James didn't understand that. He was always too idealistic and now, look at what he's done! He tried to destroy this vault!"

Mack spoke up, "With all due respect, this is a waste of time, sir. Give me five minutes alone and I'll get the location of the kid."

"No need Stevie boy!"

He tried to turn around, only for his head to snap back as a combat knife was lodged into it. The idiot had decided not to wear a helmet, so it was a nice change of targets from the usual throat stabbing. Amata, shocked by the sudden bloodshed, shrieked and ran past Kuril out the doorway.

He glanced at her retreating form to ensure she had made it away before turning his attention to the Overseer. The man's eyes darted between Kuril and the knife buried in his fellow interrogators skull, debating whether to make a run for it to arm himself with the blade.

The telltale click of a pistol being cocked drew his gaze back to Kuril, who bore a cheerful grin as if he had just finished reading Grognak the Barbarian.

It was unnerving to say the least.

Alphonse held up his hands and stepped back as the teen walked towards him. "Now, Alaric." His voice steady and low. "Don't do anything hasty…"

His grin switched from jovial to bloodthirsty with a twitch of his lips and his amber eyes blazed with cold fury. "Perhaps you should've told that to Officer Mack when he beat Jonas to death, hmmm?" He took another step closer. "Perhaps you should've told that to Richards and O'Brian when they gunned down the Holdens without a second thought." He tore the knife from Steve's skull with a sickening squelch. "Perhaps you should've told that to Kendall when he tried to stop me…"

"But as a gesture of good faith, I'll give you this." He pulled the pistol's hammer back. "If you let anyone hurt Amata, yourself included, I will make your death very slow, and very, very painful. Do you understand me?"

The Overseer sighed. "I appreciate your concern Alaric, but rest assured-" He was interrupted as Kuril slammed the butt of the 10mm into his temple, hard enough to knock him out and leave nasty welt, but not hard enough to kill him with blunt force trauma and internal bleeding. Not that he didn't want to of course, but he felt like he owed it to Amata not to murder her father.

He rifled through Alphonse's pockets, but only found the password to his personal terminal, which Alaric had discovered years ago. Once he had ransacked the security office and made off with another pistol and a decent amount of ammunition, he entered the Almodovar quarters after quietly closing Jonas' eyes and taking the note his father had left for him.

Kuril easily lock picked the door to the Overseer's office and spotted a duo of lockers on the opposite wall. He rummaged through them and came up with more 10mm rounds, some mentats and a few stimpaks, all of which he threw into his backpack. He typed in the password to gain access to the terminal and quickly downloaded all the files to his pip-boy before opening the tunnel.

He waited impatiently for the annoyingly slow desk to rise enough to let him through; being tall had its disadvantages, contrary to popular belief.

Within minutes he arrived at the main door and pulled the lever, irritated by the blaring alarms and groaning screech as the gate was dragged back and moved aside. Even through the cacophony, he could hear footsteps coming towards him through the door. He whipped out his pistol and aimed it at where the person's head would likely be after it opened.

Alaric's amber eyes softened and he lowered his weapon as Amata appeared in the door way, whispering in awe as she watched the gigantic vault door being moved aside. "Oh my god… You actually opened it."

Her own eyes widened as she realized Kuril was stand in front of her. "I didn't think I would make it- my father, he- Officer Mack I- I didn't tell them anything, I swear-" He cut in by wrapping his arms around her back and pressing her to his chest in a stifling hug.

"I know. I know." He rubbed the back of her head. "It's alright. I know you wouldn't betray me like that." He hummed soothingly, drowning out the ambient noise with the deep bass emanating from his powerful chest. "You know… you could come with me. It's not safe for you to stay anymore." She pulled back, looking up at him in shock. "What do you say?" The ever-present mischievous twinkle in his eyes shone brightly.

"I… I can't." Her voice wavered and she shook her head. "Someone needs to keep my dad in check and I'm the only one who can do it." Kuril nodded, expecting nothing less from his one and only friend. "Go on, go find your dad. If anyone can survive out there, it's you."

Alaric could hear two pairs of footsteps heading towards them and he quickly kissed her forehead before pulling away. He crossed the threshold between the vault and the cave just as Officers Wolfe and Park burst through the door, batons at the ready. They instantly spotted him lazily strolling away from the entrance, hands in the pockets of his jumpsuit, looking as if he hadn't a care in the world.

He tossed back one last insufferable smirk at Amata, his golden eyes shining almost unnaturally bright in the darkness of the cave and dancing with amusement. He winked at her, conveying a thousand unspoken words in a single gesture, just before the gate rolled shut and he could see them no more.

Kuril looked forward, taking a deep breath and setting his hand on the wooden door that would lead him into the unknown. A confident grin crept its way onto his face and he opened the door with one thought running through his mind.

Time to show them who's King of the Wastes.

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