The Enclave will die
PART 1
It's 3 a.m. and it's dark here even in spite of the luminescent light. I'm alone with silence and my Darling. We've been a long time together and we've seen so much no one could ever believe it's true. I hold her in my hands and she's cold as always, as I love. I don't know why I chose her, but I know I was pretty damn right. Hand-to-hand combat is too risky for me (what my men will do without their leader?) and big guns like M60 make so much mess, there is no art there. So the Gauss gun is the best for me. Just look at her, she's shining with hunger for flesh. I know I don't have to do that, I could sit in my office, make orders and don't risk to be killed on a battlefield, but where is all the fun then? I like to go out sometimes, lie on the ground, watch the leaves fall out of the trees, insects flying around, eating, killing, chasing each other. Then, I pull the trigger and watch someone's head blowing out. I always shoot in an eye so the target doesn't even know it's dying. The instant death, the kind of death everybody wants here. No pain, no bleeding, just 'click!' and it's over. So I'm, in some sense, the Saviour. But I'm not a manic, I don't enjoy it, I just want to watch their heads spread out the ground because they want to see my head to do the same thing. You could say it by dents in my armour. I can always get a new armour, but I've attached to this one. It's black, when you look at it you have an intention to step back because you're afraid the blackness will swallow you up and the dents don't make it look old, but menacing instead. At the end of the fight I have to use a knife so there are blood stains which I have to wash off and I cry every time I do this because they are so beautiful. The red flow falling from the shining metal, it's 4:30 a.m. They think I like it. I'm the most powerful leader in Enclave's history. The most wise, the most farseeing, the most cruel. They hope we could get the whole West Coast and the central part of the wasteland by the end of the year under my command. The most cold-blooded. The best. 6:00 a.m. and I'm still awake, looking at the stains on the armour, feeling the weight of the gun in my hands. Everybody's sleeping in their barracks, but lift off any time soon. I can kill everyone who dare to get in my way, too bad I can't get rid so easily of nightmares that chase me. 6:05 a.m. Another sleepless night. The new day has come. I need to decide what to do with a new bunch of slaves and when an attack on New Reno will be started. The new day. The same nights.