Samson's Ascent

by Rambah

A decade after Courier Six liberated the Mojave Wasteland from the New California Republic and Caesar's Legion, removing both factions from this land, lead to the rise of New Vegas. Yet, this "rise" is the money and power held by The Strip's (now) Four Families. There ruthless behavior and unimagineable wealth attracts a man by the name of Samson Shelby.

1. Chapter 1 - Face of Death

Samson's Ascent

A Fallout: New Vegas FanFic

Chapter 1: Face of Death

Samson's face was unrecognizable. An educated being would compare it to that of a tenderized steak. Blair, or as his men called him "Big Blair" grasped a 9 millimeter pistol firmly in his hand. This gun was pointed straight at Samson's bloody forehead, pressing against his skull.

"So... You fuckin' think this was a good idea buddy?" Blair shouted. "Perhaps it was a mistake, huh? Maybe you just were playing your hand real well and scored big!" In response, Samson sat there like a zombie, waiting for his imminent death. "Ah, no answer, huh? Stupid fuckin' slippery cocksucker". "C'mon boss, let's get this fuckin' over with already, we ain't got much time" said "Crows", Blair's right-hand man. "Crows, shut yo' fuckin' mouth, this little fuck ain't just gonna get shot without a lecture, got me?". "Alright, I didn't mean to interrupt, boss" responded Crows quiviering in his words.

Samson began to laugh under his beaten face, violently hacking and coughing whilst doing so. Blair cleared his throat and stated, "You shoulda' just played the game how it was meant to be, then this wouldn't have to happen". Samson blankly stared in Blair's eyes, which felt like the face of death. "Alright, you know what, Crows, you shoot this weasel, right in the fuckin' head". "Bu-but, boss why me?" "Don't ask questions, now, Crows, his head better have a hole right through it by the time I come back, or you'll be the one having a hole in the head". Blair then withdrew the pistol from Samson's forehead, and walked out the room, to who knows where.

Crows stood there unsure of what to do, and began, "Man, i'm sorry, but I gotta' do what I gott-" Suddenly, a bullet pierced Crows' temple, which propelled fragments of his brain against the rigid stone wall next to him. Samson fell to the ground, looking, trying to figure out what he had just seen, and why it had happened.

Samson then heard the muffled, disoriented shouts of Otto, which he began to crawl towards. In Samson's near death-doublevision, he saw a bloody Otto beating in the head of one of Blair's thugs with a lead pipe. Samson let out a piercing cry, "Otto, no-". "C'mon Sammy, we gotta' get you the fuck out of here". Otto then dropped the lead pipe on the piece of meat, which was once a man, and ran to Samson.

Otto, carrying a comatose Samson barged through the utility door, into the casino section of the Atomic Wrangler. The slot machines began ring-a-ding-a-dinging, gamblers were shouting in joy at the Blackjack tables, prostitutes lusting up against men and women on the furniture, tables, or whatever could be found, and drunks as usual were passing out and fighting. "Almost there Sammy, we're getting you outta' here brother" said Otto in a reassuring voice towards Samson. "The boys are over at Mick and Ralph's having a drink with em', they didn't even know you left".The both of them barged through the main entrance into Freeside. The two men were swiftly pacing down the Freeside streets, one slung over the other like a corpse.

Now, in their sights was the sign that read "Mick and Ralph's Bar and Shop". Nearly there, they passed Dixon, on his usual corner, and he began, "Boys! Ya need any che-", "Fuck off Dixon, not the time right now," said Otto as briefly as he could, as he carried on with a pulpey Samson. The two reached the doors and were greeted by Traver and Roy. Roy began, " Sammy! What's u- holy shiiiit."