Fix it yourself.
Do they burn, the wishes whispered, like secrets, they yearn, just to be heard
I'm done with questions, I have no answers, the choice is yours, cos the show is on right...
Here and now... –Heal my wounds, Poets of the fall.
Gena ran through the atrium dimly aware that Amata was following her. Gena had out run the Overseer who had chased her until Amata stood in front of her as a shield. She loved Amata like a sister. But she knew the minute she stepped out of the vault she would lose Amata.
It's been a year since Genocide had left the vault and her she stood outside of the little wooden shack door with dogmeat at her side. Taking a deep breath and making sure her scoped .45 Magnum was loaded and her shock sword was securely in place she walked towards the long wooden handle and stepped into a nightmare she never thought she would relive.
Everything was different bodies lay at the vault door controls and rad roaches still scurried about. Officer Gomez had escorted her as far as the little café until he had to head back to deal with Taylor. Rounding a corner she came face to face with butch who was leaning against the makeshift locker wall, a sultry smile was on his face as he looked at her.
"Forget it Butch, whatever it is you want it's not going to happen so forget it." She walked passed him and towards her father's old office which now housed the rebels.
"Amata! Oh my god it is you! Are you okay I got your message?" Amata hugged Genocide and began to tear up. she was different her friend was no longer the girl standing by her side as a protector or best bud but a hardened, leather and nail wearing women.
"It's good to see you Gena. I need to ask you for your help." Amata watched her friend's expression change from delight to confusion and anger. She knew something was different with Gena.
"First of all its Genocide. And Second of all this is something you have to handle. It's your dad not mine. Mine is buried outside the Jefferson memorial rotunda after he died protecting me and the entire project from the Enclave. I can't fix your problems this time you need to fix this." Genocide saw Amata's face take on the emotion of sadness. She hurt Amata but she wasn't going to fix her problem.
"Gena please I need your help we all need your help. Please help us?" Genocide turned her back towards Amata, looking behind her she saw the look of desperation cross her friends face.
"I'm done with questions, I have no answers the choice is yours to either continue rebelling or try to negotiate with your father. Good bye Amata." Genocide walked out of the room and back the way she came.
She stopped in front of Butch and looked him in the eye. She grabbed his jacket collar with both hands and crushed her lips to his. She pried his lips open with her tongue and was rewarded with a deep moan as he slid his tongue into her mouth. she pulled away when she couldn't breathe anymore and let go of Butch's jacket and walked towards the little café and then to the vault entrance to leave the vault for good.