Dustchu: Came up with this so I could see if it would get rid of my slight writers block, hopefully it will.
Voice One: What is this crap you're going on about?
Dustchu: I DIDN'T GIVE YOU A BODY YET! JUST WAIT FOO! GO AWAY!
Voice One: Go Screw yourself asshat!
Dustchu: Jeez, touchy much? Hope Ya'll like this. Also I'm changing up some stuff.
EDIT: 3/16/2015
Wow... I feel stupid for giving away so much on the first chapter... I'm a fucktard, straight up.
APOLOGIES FOR BEING A N00B!
Onward.
October 23rd 2077. That's when everything went to hell. "The Great War" they called it, only lasted for about two hours. Once the last bomb fell, the world fell into a dark Nuclear Holocaust. It was hell on the surface, lot of people died.
Others escaped to the safety of the Vaults. Giant underground safe havens built to withstand the horrors of nuclear weapons, but given the population of America which is over four hundred million the government would have needed over four hundred thousand vaults to save every man women and child, but they only had one hundred and twenty two built. Each one was capable of holding at least four hundred people.
But some vaults were "special" in a way, when I mean special I mean twisted.
The population of vault 87 were all infected with the FEV virus.
The development of super soldiers in Vault 92.
The entire of Vault 108 was nothing but clones named Gary.
Vault 101 was never to be opened.
The frequent use of psychoactive drugs on the population of Vault 106.
The extended use of a virtual reality simulator in Vault 112.
There was also the Secret Vault and Vault 0 where the higher ups of Vault-Tec stayed to continue their experiments.
The biggest vault on record was Vault 13, with a capacity to hold up to one thousand people. Whereas the smallest one was about five or six rooms and held one person.
There are many Vaults scattered across the wastelands, but there is a legend of one Vault that tops all the others.
One so big it is the size of a city, filled with pre-war tech and weaponry that could very well surpass the Enclave's.
While some say it has pre-war vehicles that you'd see out in the wastes, others say there are robots inside that nobody has ever seen before, some they can shoot missiles the size of a car, while the others could rip you apart limb from limb.
This Vault was dubbed "The Master Vault" by some and "God Vault" by others.
But the sad thing is, no one knows where it is. The Enclave, The Brotherhood Of Steel, NCR and Caesar's legion have all looked for it and failed, mainly due to them not having any information on it other than the vast amounts of tech and weapons.
So it is nothing more than a myth that many have looked and many have died for. It doesn't exist, or does it?
Even after four years Caesar's legion still remains, Caesar had escaped to the city of Flagstaff and is rallying his forces for war, People heard the NCR was to be doing the same and they have some support. No one knows what the brotherhood is up too though, or the Enclave.
But enough about all this crap, we should get on with our story shouldn't we?
The year is 2286 and In the Capital Wastelands, near a small house outside of Megaton a young man of the age of seventeen was supposed to be doing his chores, but he was instead rooting around the ruins of Springvale Elementary School.
He stood five feet ten inches and had a good build, mainly from working around the house and doing odd jobs for people in megaton.
He was also one of the few who had snow white hair, it was of Medium length. It was brown until he and his friend were playing around in a puddle filled with radioactive waste, no serious damage except for his hair color. His eyes were a light blue, like the waters of ancient times before the "Great War"
He wore an old tee-shirt that said in faded words "Black Veil Brides" on the front and a black jacket. On his hands he wore work gloves that were light brown in color. Around his neck he wore a cross necklace that his sister gave him on his birthday and dark jeans that had some knee pads on them with work boots.
His name is Leon Whitewater.
He was currently looking through some lockers that were under some rubble. He grabbed a large piece of concrete and smashed it on the locker door a few times before the lock fell off, he tossed the rock aside and pulled the door open.
Inside were a couple of burnt books and a switchblade, he picked it up and pressed the button, the blade popped out with a "fwip" sound. "This'll come in handy." He said, he pushed the button and retracted the blade before going over to locker number two.
He repeated the process and inside of this one was a Vault-Tec Survival guide, still pretty good. "Might fetch a few caps." He grabbed it and put it in his pocket before climbing back up what's left of the stairs and onto level ground.
He now stood on the road into Springvale, or what's left of it anyway. The bombs took out most of the houses and the road and well, pretty much the whole damn world. But after a while people started rebuilding the town of Springvale, five houses were rebuilt for living and the other two the Store and Town Hall while the rest were turned into small farms.
The town became prosperous after two years, a steady food and fresh water supply and good protection. The town had built up a small militia that consisted of about twenty men and women armed with pistols and hunting rifles and outfitted with old S.W.A.T. armor that was bought from a traveling merchant that passed by two years ago.
Around the town was a crudely built wall of old vehicles and sheet metal. There are three entrances. One leads to megaton, one goes south and the other east.
It's a good town, plenty of nice folk and fun stuff to do.
With a sigh he headed towards the town, if you looked close enough you could almost see green grass starting to grow… keyword almost. While there is pure water flowing through the rivers there is still a moderate amount of radiation in the ground, but one can hope that one day the earth will be green and smell like paradise instead of being grey and smelling like rotten Brahmin shit left out in the sun.
When he reached the town gate he was greeted with a punch to the gut by his lifelong friend Ryan Kennedy.
He was sixteen and stood an inch shorter then Leon and had brown hair and green eyes.
He wore a tight brown leather jacket with a dark blue tee-shirt underneath, on his wrists he wore leather bracers like Archers use and Woodland Camo pants with hunting boots.
On his back he had a quiver for arrows made from the hide of a Brahmin and a Pre-War combat bow. Woodland Camo in color.
He also wore a big grin on his face as Leon fell to the ground coughing. "Jeez, you need to learn to keep your guard up." He told him, then almost as a blur Leon shot up grabbed Ryan's shoulder with his right arm and grabbed the back of his shirt with his left as he brought his knee up and hit him the groin.
As Ryan fell to the ground Leon brushed his shirt off and said. "Says the person who just got kneed in the nuts" with a smile as he helped Ryan back up.
"Just what is your knee made of?" Ryan asked, holding his groin with a pained expression on his face.
"Pure Steel." Leon simply answered, walking into town with Ryan following close behind with a slight limp.
"While you were gone a caravan came through." Ryan informed him.
"They still here?" Leon asked.
Ryan nodded "They brought some pretty cool stuff, all the way from New Vegas to the west." Ryan told him happily.
"Well let's go!" Leon said with excitement, running to where the Caravan is.
It didn't take them long to get there, the caravan was outside the walls with three tents set up and an assortment of goods set out on display.
The first tent had various weapons set out from small caliber pistols to AK-47 Assault rifles and Hunting rifles to close combat weapons like machetes and knives, all of them in very good condition. Ryan was looking them over.
The second tent had food and drinks out like Nuka-Cola and Fancy Lad Snack Cakes.
The third and final tent had miscellaneous goods set out like toaster ovens and grills and books. Leon remembered the Vault-Tec book he had and walked over to the merchant.
He was an odd looking man, he was wearing a massive trench coat that had even more goods on it like spoons and forks and a rubber duck, don't ask. He also wore a hood and a mask over his face so all you could see were his eyes.
He spoke in a gruff tone. "Hello there stranger, whadya buying?" he asked.
Leon pulled put the Vault-Tec guide and held it. "How much can I get for this?" Leon asked.
"Whadya selling?" The man looked at the guide in astonishment. "Ahh, A Vault-Tec Survival guide, I'll buy it at a high price." He said.
Leon looked a little skeptical. "How much?"
The merchant pulled out a small bag of caps and put thirty on the table. Leon looked at the caps and asked. "Any chance of you going juts a bit higher?" The merchant put another five. "You got yourself a deal!" Leon said with a smile.
He gave the merchant the guide and snagged the caps, he pocketed them and walked over to Ryan who was talking to the weapons merchant. "Nope, can't do it." Ryan said, holding onto his bow.
If he was doing that then. Leon turned to the merchant and said. "Good luck trying to get him to sell that, he's had it since he twelve."
"That is a genuine Pre-War Combat Bow! There are only thirty in existence!" the merchant pleaded. "four hundred caps!"
"I'm sorry, I just can't. It has sentimental value to me." Ryan said in a somber tone.
"Tell you what." Leon said, he picked up an empty Nuka-Cola bottle. "If Ryan hits this with his bow after I toss it, you forget buying it and give us a discount. But if he misses, you get the bow free of charge."
The merchant's face lit up. "Deal!"
Leon turned to Ryan. "Ready."
Ryan pulled out an arrow and nocked it, he said nothing as Leon chucked the bottle into the air. Ryan pulled back and leaded the bottle before letting loose the arrow.
It looked like it wasn't going to hit. "Hehe The bow is all mine!" The merchant thought, before the sound of glass shattering crushed his hopes of getting the bow. "Damn it!" He exclaimed. The bottle pieces hit the ground as the arrow hit the ground with a soft thud as it went into the ground.
"Al righty, we win and we get a discount." Leon said with a smirk as Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. "Out of all the hunters out there, he's probably the only one that uses a bow." Leon thought with a smile.
The merchant sat down on his chair and crossed his arms with a scowl. Leon looked over the weapons and saw a small pistol, a 32. "How much for that?" he asked, pointing to the pistol.
"fifty Caps, but with your Discount thirty caps." He said, not liking my presence one bit. Leon pulled out thirty caps and placed the caps on the table before picking up the gun. The Merchant grabbed the caps and put them in a small bag before saying. "Have a nice day." He then said quietly. "Punks."
Leon and Ryan smirked before Leon put the gun in his pocket and the two went to his house.
It was a small two story and was recently painted white with some paint they found in the basement they cleared out, a small Picket fence was put up out front and a small garden could be seen in the back. Some flowers they bought were planted out front to as his mom put it "Make the place look nice."
Leon and Ryan walked to the front door and went inside, the inside was cleaned long ago and looked pretty good. The living room had the couch which was dirty but still useable. The kitchen had a refrigerator and a working stove, Leon's mother Diane was working it.
She turned to face the two and greeted them with a heartwarming smile. "Hello there boys, how are you two doing?" Leon's mother wore a light brown sweater and jeans with tennis shoes, and she had her hair in a ponytail and wore a small bronze ring on her ring finger,
"I'm doing alright Missus W" Ryan said, holding his bow close to his chest.
"I'm doing alright too." Leon said.
"That's good. I'm making lunch later, is Ryan staying over?" She asked Leon.
He looked over to Ryan. "Would it be too much trouble?" Leon asked.
She shook her head. "No of course not. I'm pretty sure John won't mind either." She replied. "It'll be ready in about an hour, Leon could you go tell your father?" she asked. Leon nodded as Ryan sat down in one of the chairs as he sat his bow beside him.
Leon went out the back door and into their backyard, an old swing set sat not too far from the tool shed Leon's father John fixed up. John was inside of the shed working on his old hunting rifle.
Leon walked up to the shed door and knocked, John turned around and smiled. "Hey there son. What's happening?" he asked John was a tall man at six feet ten inches, he wore an old black army baseball hat and jacket with a green shirt underneath and black pants with combat boots. On his shoulders were shoulder pads with leather straps going under his arms to keep them in place, he was the town's militia leader. Meaning he is the law around this town.
"Mom wanted me to tell you Lunch will be ready in about an hour and that Ryan will be staying over, if that's all right." Leon explained to his father.
"Of course it's alright, how's he doing?" John asked.
Leon sighed. "A little better I think." He said.
Maybe I should explain. Ryan's Father Chris was in the NCR a while back, so during the second battle of Hoover Dam he was killed when he and sixteen others, one of which was "The Courier" invaded the camp near the Dam, he was killed by the legate.
Ryan and his mother along with Leon and his father and other were awaiting his return at Springvale, but the only person that came was "The Courier" While Ryan was ecstatic to see him he was wondering where he father was.
"The Courier" Explained to Ryan what happened to his father, Ryan showed nothing when he heard those words, no sadness no fear nothing. "The Courier" told him that he and Ryan's Father were very good friends, so when he was killed he took the legate's life with his own sword. "The Courier" reached behind his back and pulled out his father's bow and said his last words were.
"Give this to my son I want him to have it. And tell him I love him and I have always been proud of him" He said.
Ryan took the bow and held it close as tears fell and he silently wept. "The Courier" held him as he did, Ryan didn't push him away.
"The Courier" Stayed for a few more days before he had to leave, had to get back to New Vegas. Ryan didn't speak for a whole year after that.
"It's been four years, but he still thinks about it." Leon said to John.
"He'll get over it someday, wounds like that take time." John said, finishing up his work on this rifle. "Can I see it?" John asked.
Leon blinked. "See what?"
"I saw what you bought, I can smell Gunpowder a mile away." John said proudly.
Leon sighed in defeat and pulled out his 38. And handed it to John who inspected it. "How much was it?"
"fifty caps but I won a bet and got it for thirty." Leon said, wiping the tip of his nose with is thumb.
"Really, what was the bet?" he asked, checking the cylinder by spinning it.
"I got Ryan to shoot a bottle that I threw in the air." He said.
John laughed. "Really, that kid is a good shot. Wonder how he'd be with a rifle?" he pondered.
"You know he doesn't do guns, he's mainly a bow and arrow person, with swords and axes thrown in." Leon told him.
"I know, I'm just wondering is all. I think I'll keep this to make sure it works, you'll get it back when you finish up your chores." John told his son as he put the 38. in a box.
Leon sighed and went back into the house. "Well I think I'll get some chores done before Lunch, Ryan wanna help?" Leon asked, not wanting to do this alone.
"Eh why not. But you're paying me." Ryan said, taking off his jacket and putting it on his chair.
"How much" Leon asked.
"How much you got?" Ryan asked with a smirk.
"five" Leon said quietly
Ryan nodded with a smile. "That'll do." He said as the two went out into the yard to work.
"I hate chores." Leon thought with a scowl.
Dustchu: And there's the start on my new story! :D:D I feel like this went well.
Leon: I agree.
Ryan: Me too.
Dustchu: The first merchant was a reference to the gun merchant in Resident evil 4 if you didn't notice XD XD
Dustchu: Oh and a side note I turn Eighteen in two days :D ain't that awesome!
Leon: *Laughs* Damn you're old.
Dustchu: *Sits in a corner with a dark rain cloud over his head*
Ryan: Was that necessary?
Leon: A little bit
Dustchu: The sands of time are conspiring against me.
Ryan: What?
Dustchu: Nothing! Till next time, I'm Dustchu. *Waves* see ya! :D