ANOTHER FALLOUT STORY
If you've never played fallout you may find this story confusing. Or not. Idunno.
I decided my most recent stories are at a severe lacking of ass-kicking.
So I'm going back to the capital wasteland.
SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION GO!
Sand whipped up under Alex's feet as he ran, clapping lightly against the stone terrain. Fifty metres below him to the right a metre, was the ground. Just one misstep off the path led to certain death. This run was treacherous alright, and what made things worse, was the dodgy Intel he had received. Intel suggested minimal mutie and raider activities. The dozen pair of footsteps chasing after him was proof that Intel was off.
'Kill the little bastard!' Came a roar from behind as a few stray 5.56 shells whizzed overhead, pinging off the sheer cliff face to his left or soaring away into the D.C. wasteland to his right. He was stuck between a rock and a really far away downwards and equally hard place, and his only way was forwards. He had been lucky so far, these raiders were piss-poor shots. Ahead he spotted the bridge. A giant rope bridge spanning the fifty or so metre gap between this slab of rock and the next, a giant chasm. This was where he was heading. After that was flat ground, where he could sprint at full speed unhindered. More bullets ricocheted above him as he grinned, nearing the bridge now. He was going to make it.
Then he saw them. He saw them on the ridge on ground on his horizon he was running for. Now he was stuck between a pack of bloodthirsty raiders and a mob of bloodthirsty muties. Fucking brilliant. The path led straight to the bridge, there was nowhere else he could go. Kill a dozen raiders with a SMG and a deathclaw gauntlet or kill however many Muties there were with an SMG and a deathclaw gauntlet. No! Bladerunner dammit! You're smarter than this! Think! The only other way was down. Alex got an idea and swore to himself.
'This'll be interesting…' He replaced his SMG as he neared the bridge and placed his deathclaw gauntlet on his left hand, blades ready to slice. 'Here I go!' As he hit the bridge, he counted the ropes as he passed them. At halfway he lowered his gauntlet to the ropes hanging down (Commas) from the railing rope (the hyphens, see diagram below) to the rope holding up the wooden planks (Underline), and cut them.
I-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-,-I (Commas are ropes hanging down which are cut… see where I'm going?)
As he reached the end of the bridge, he suddenly stopped and turned, facing the raiders as they came closer, holding the limp rope in one hand.
'A little closer…' He muttered, briefly checking the muties' distance to him over his shoulder. The raiders were on the bridge. 'Go!' He sliced the rope with his gauntlet, grabbed it in both hands, then ran. He ran clear off the side of the bridge and leapt outwards, gripping the rope for dear life as he fell into the canyon. The rope went taught as he fell outwards, his signal to fire. He drew his SMG in one hand while still clutching his rope in the other, wrapping the rope around his fist. He fell around in an arc, then came flying back around, swinging under the bridge and coming back up the other side as the raiders all stood standing on the edge of the bridge facing away, where he had jumped off. 'Hey you pack of cunts!' The raiders didn't turn around fast enough, and as Alex opened fire wildly with his SMG the bullets caught them. Maybe only one bullet each, but the force of one bullet was enough to send their bodies pitching forwards and over the edge of the bridge and into the chasm below. Alex fell back down again, swinging back around to the other side as he raised his SMG again, this time targeting the other ropes hanging down. He hit two of the ropes hanging, and his rope he was clutching fell another five metres lower. He was still a good twenty-five metres to the ground under him. He replaced the clip through an awkward motion, then fired again, managing to hit another five ropes and dropping another twelve and a half metres in two and a half metre gaps. The rope was really digging into his hand now, but he still held on as he emptied another clip and only hit another three ropes. He twisted his hand free and dropped the last five metres and landed pretty softly.
Alex just couldn't help but grin as he looked up to see the muties running across the bridge above him, confused and shocked. And the satisfaction he got from seeing all the splattered raider bodies around him… it was awesome.
'Fuck you muties!' He yelled back triumphantly at them with a fist pump. He quickly ducked to the side as a couple fired off pot shots at him. 'Buh-bye!' Alex checked his backpack was still attached with a sigh of relief. It was still there. Still good. He began off in a dead sprint for the north before any more super muties could take further shots. As he ran out of the chasm into the open wastes, he caught sight of somebody, and grinned. She had made it. 'Amy!' The brunette human looked left towards Alex as he changed course to intercept her.
'Alex?' She appeared shocked as Alex joined her and ran alongside. 'I thought you were on the clifftop route?'
'I was.' He pointed at the bridge as it disappeared from sight. 'Too many raiders and muties, so I came down.'
'Came down?'
'Swing.' He said with a knowing nod, then mimicked grabbing a rope in both hands.
'Shot!' The two raised hands and slapped them together in a high-five with giant grins.
'Always told you I was a ninja.'
'I never doubted you.' She answered with a smile, and then quickly kissed him on the cheek. Alex looked away somewhat blushing.
It was dusk before the two finally arrived at their destination. Fort Constantine, once abandoned, now a thriving mercenary fortress. A man in black combat armour halted the two at the gate, toting a Chinese assault rifle.
'Alex Gisborn.' Alex saluted. 'Bladerunner.'
'Amy Anderson.' Amy saluted. 'The cheetah.'
'Huh, the two quickies?' The guy jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the gap in the barbed fence behind him. 'Head on in. You know where you're going.' The two nodded in unison and headed in. They waded through the mercs unhindered to a small shack to the side of the main building. The building was surrounded by mercs who were all calling to one another and drinking. Alex and Amy slipped around the back of the shack and moved in through the back door, coming up behind the man in the bar.
'Mars bro!' Mars turned to the two with at first, a frown, but that widened into a grin as he saw them.
'Alex! Amy! Where you two been?' He looked back to his customers briefly. 'The good stuff's here!' The crowd burst into a chorus of cheers and calls as the two kids unstrapped their bags and shovelled out a pile of jet. But not just jet. This was super-jet.
Alex had picked up the recipe from a ghoul who used to own him. The ghoul had bought him from slavers when he was young, and he was a scavenger/runner for him, collecting and searching for his "secret ingredient" for making super-jet. (Sugar bombs). Alex however, had spent so much time in the lab with the ghouls, he had actually developed a mutation. The constant exposure to radiation and super jet had altered his adrenal glands (adrenaline is something big with me in all my stories) so that they actually produced super-jet whenever he released adrenaline, making him a very valuable runner due to his seemingly limitless energy when things got hot. Then one day, the ghouls got in a scuffle with some talon mercs. Despite their bad name, the mercs took him in and removed the slave collar from him. That was a year ago. Now he was a runner for Talon company, transferring supplies from one end of the wasteland to the other through the most hostile environments. They paid him too, which was good. When he wasn't working Alex spent his time in megaton with a friend of his named John. The man who, little did Alex know, was once the lone wanderer.
Then there was Amy. Amy had actually known him when they were about eight and lived in paradise falls. From what Amy told him when they reunited through talon company, the company had intercepted a group of raiders who had bought her. It was uncommon for raiders to buy, but even they were smart enough not to pick with the slavers, who had rebuilt even stronger ever since their destruction by the lone wanderer over seventy years ago. It was 2350 when Alex and Amy met again. Amy didn't like to think about why the raiders bought her, she was just grateful that talon intercepted them before she could find out.
'Here you go kids.' Mars handed a small sack of caps to them each. 'There's two hundred each. Go buy yourselves something nice.
'Thanks Mars.' Amy grinned at the man and followed Alex as he headed out the back door of the shack again.
'All right everybody! The good stuff's here!'
'Yeeeeah!' Came a collective cry as Alex and Amy waded back through the mercs outside the shack and headed for the main building.
'Well that was eventful.' Alex remarked with a grin.
'I'm sure it was.' Amy agreed as Alex led her into the main building and along a corridor on the right. Alex took his room key from his pocket and slipped it into the door, opening it and stepping aside.
'After you.'
'Why thank you.' Amy replied with another smile and she headed inside. The two were always smiling around each other. It was an effect they had on one another. Amy placed her stuff at the foot of the bunk bed inside the room and jumped three rungs on the ladder at the end, quickly climbing on top as Alex slid his things under the bed and fell onto the bottom bunk. He had let Amy take the top bunk, since it was warmer, being higher up. He was willing to be a little cold for her.
'We're not going to sleep right now are we?' Amy asked as she hung down from the top. Her feet hooked around the other side of the bunk to stop her from falling while her torso hung down. Her soft brown hair hung down as she hung upside down, no longer framing her fair face and sprightly grin.
'Nah.' Alex shook his head as he sat on his bed, looking at Amy who looked back… just upside downier.
'Well what are we doing in here?' Alex shrugged.
'What do you want to do?' He asked her. Amy pretended to think for a second.
'Idunno. What do you want to do Alex?' Alex returned her grin as he reached one hand up, touching Amy's cheek.
'How about this?' He leaned forwards, his hand still stroking Amy's cheek as he moved closer and kissed her on the lips. She leaned back into him with a murr, allowing him to take her head in his hands and his tongue intruded the warm softness of her mouth. Alex reached up and took her shoulders and pulled her down, catching Amy as she fell off with a surprised grunt into Alex's mouth. He sat down and pulled her into him as she wrapped her legs around his torso, taking his head in her hands and pulling him into her more. 'Oh god I love you…' Alex gasped as he finally withdrew for a breath, only to be pushed down on his back by Amy as she crawled on top of him, lying on his stomach and making out with him again breathing huskily through her nose, feeling up his torso and shoulder by slipping her hands into his shirt collar.
'I love you too…' Amy breathed as she withdrew for a second. 'I will always.'
*some weeks later*
'Aaagh…' Amy opened her eyes slowly, light peeking through her eyelids as she did. There was one dull fluorescent light hanging a metre to her left and up a bit. 'Alex?' She sat upright slowly, looking around the room. She noticed her watch with a frown. Twenty-to twelve. Alex was training. Amy thought she would be awake early for today, excited about her birthday. But as usual, she had slept in. She didn't even remove her blankets as she just sat there boredly. She had nothing to do. No routes today. No Alex while he was at training. She found herself thinking about him again now. She did that a lot. Imagining him off at some training session. He attended a martial arts seminar from early in the morning to eleven forty five. Amy grinned. So he would be back soon. She lay back down to wait for him, sighing as she looked up at the roof, still thinking of him.
She could imagine him at his session. Watching him. Her standing at the side of the training arena watching him, him out in the blistering sun, loosing kicks, punches, fighting in the harsh sun as it burnt his skin. As he ended his training ended he returned to Amy. He was hot and sweaty from all his training, panting heavily like some kind of animal, like he sometimes would in the sun. She found herself in a bit of a dilemma as the little fantasy in her head grew of its own accord, suddenly involving a lot of stripping clothes from one another's bodies and kissing and touching... then more. Amy banged her head against the wall behind her. She had always told herself she would wait until she was eighteen before she went anywhere. She turned eighteen today, more specifically forty minutes ago. But… Would he want to? She wondered with a frustrated sigh. Does he even find me attractive? He's never actually expressed much sexual attraction… is he frigid or is he just respectful of me? But through her faith in Alex as a person, Amy found herself believing that second reason, believing he was respectful of her. But it wouldn't have made a difference anyway. The fantasy rolling through her head now was too much. She swung her legs over the edge of the bunk and fell to the ground. She walked to the door and made sure the door was locked first so nobody other than Alex, who had a key, would intrude on her. She then proceeded to strip off her clothing. First her jacket and tank top, leaving her in her bra. She slid one slender finger around her bellybutton, then trailed it up to her breasts, feeling herself a little with both hands and squeaking.
'Oh… Alex…' She moaned as her hands slid into her bra and removed it slowly, still caught in her fantasy. As her hand slid onto her nipples, her other going down to her waistband and slipping her trousers off. She had no underwear, like a lot of wastelanders. It was a rare commodity. She lay down on Alex's bed, fully naked. She dipped a finger gingerly between her legs as she clung to his pillow, moaning and grunting as she inserted her middle finger into her moist pink cunt, parting her soft lips as some fluid coated the end of her finger. She gripped the pillow tighter with her eyes clenched shut as she pressed another finger into her pussy, rubbing at her sensitive clit with the tip before forcing it in. 'Rrrrrr… Alex….' She growled. Amy was unwittingly falling a little far into her little fantasy, the two of them going at it like animals, pressed up against the wall, but she was still conscious of the real world.
It was midday. Alex wandered about through the hallways of fort Constantine alone. The mercs were almost all outside for some announcement. Now that Alex had finished hand-to-hand combat training, he was looking for Amy. He was excited. In his hands, was a box. A box wrapped in scraps of paper he had scrounged up. He held a huge grin on his face as he walked. She's going to love this! Sure it was her birthday. He knew it should be about her, but he still couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she would act on that whole "no sex until eighteen" thing and give him a little present of his own. No, don't think like that… In truth, he was shy as hell. He was frigid. He wasn't sure how he would go about doing that.
'Amy!' He called with a hand cupped around his mouth. There was no answer, and Alex's call just echoed around the corridor. 'Wheeeere aaaaare yooooou?' Oh. No shit Sherlock. Alex realised and headed for his room. He grabbed the doorknob. It was locked. He removed his hey from his pocket.
Amy turned he head a bit as the doorknob rattled, and she grinned. Surely he wouldn't be able to resist her like this, her lying naked on his bed teasing herself over the thought of him drilling like an animal. The lock clicked, and the door opened.
'Oh…' Alex stopped dead in the doorway as he saw what was before him. 'That's right…' He remembered as he saw the broken bunk lying in half on the ground. The top bunk had somehow broken yesterday while Amy was on it, and she had been relocated until it was fixed.
Amy froze dead in her session as she saw who entered the room. Oh god no! I moved rooms! The merc stood frozen himself in the doorway, staring at the young woman pleasuring herself on his bed.
'I was… expecting somebody else…' Amy said weakly as she tried to cover herself with an incredible blush. The merc just stood staring, things racing through his head. He looked backwards over his shoulder then stepped inside. Amy screamed in horror on the inside as the merc closed and locked the door behind him, but nothing came out as he turned back. 'I'm sorry…' she scrambled back on the bed as she apologized In fear, drawing up her knees and hugging them as she half-buried her head In them. The merc slowly walked towards her, a blank look set on his face as he reached the edge of the bed. His hand moved down his body to his waist, and he unzipped his fly. 'NO-' A strong hairy hand slapped itself across Amy's mouth and silence her as the other whipped out the merc's fully erect cock. 'MMMFF! MMMFF!' she tried to scream as the merc's hand jammed itself between her legs, and he rammed two fingers into her already wet cunt causing her to scream as she began crying. Not pain, but out of shame. This bastard was about to take her… her first time with… this… She felt her legs forced apart as she merc knelt at the edge of her bed, and he dragged her a little closer to him. She just couldn't find the will or strength to fight against him. She had her eyes clenched shut, but they snapped open as she felt the thing press against her entrance, eyeing it in horror.
He continued along further to an intersection. He looked left, then right. Nobody. 'Amy!' There was a sound. Alex fast walked along the corridor on the left, listening intently for the sound.
'Mmmf-'
'What the…' He pressed his ear against a door. 'Amy! Are you in there?'
'Mmmff mmf!' Alex grabbed the doorknob and twisted it violently. His palm just slid over it with nothing to grip, sweaty from his hand-to-hand combat training exercises he had just finished. But the door was locked.
'Amy are you in there?'
'Ale-mmf!' Alex threw the box aside and stepped back immediately and ran forwards, slamming into the door with a shoulder barge and almost breaking it off its hinges. He stepped back and kicked the door as he fell towards it, smashing it into the room.
'Oh crap…' The talon merc mouthed as he saw Alex's look of rage. Amy lay crying and naked on the bed in front of him lying on her back with the merc spreading her legs. (You can't call me a masochist. I did that femdom story also to counter out these masochist examples) Alex ripped inside.
'YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!' Alex ran for him and drew his SMG as the merc drew his assault rifle and pointed back, creating a stalemate as Alex stopped, seething with fury and breathing heavily, just wanting to smash his face in. Amy quickly crawled off her bed and grabbed something, then held it up. Her own SMG. She pointed it at the merc. The merc looked back and forth between the two, the incredibly pissed and furious guy who looked crazy, and the incredible furious angry chick who was closer to him. He spun and fired. 'NO!' Alex for him. 'NOOOOO!' He grabbed the rifle from the merc's hands and swung it with full strength, shattering the stock on impact against the merc's head in a rain of shrapnel and killing him instantly with brutal force. 'NO DAMMIT AMY!' He took Amy's lifeless head in his hands and held it to his body, bawling and crying as he hugged it. 'NO NO NO! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME AMY!' He pleaded as his tears tell down his face onto her. 'Please don't do this to me… you're my friend… please don't… please don't die on me… please don't do this… I can't live without you…' Amy didn't answer, because she was dead. 'Amy please don't leave me! You're my best friend! Please! I LOVE YOU DAMMIT! DON'T DIE ON ME...!'
But Alex couldn't do anything. Amy was dead, and nothing in this world was going to bring her back.
And so, on that day a new man was born. A man without faith in any god, and a profound belief held inside him. Life… life was a bitch. Life had taken that of his closest friend. It had taken the woman he loved. And now it owed him. Alex somehow managed to find happiness though. Life was a bitch, and so whenever Alex found something happy or fun, it meant he was beating life. He was showing that bitch he could still enjoy himself… partly. After that day Alex killed his combat trainer in a training exercise, overwhelmed by fury, and then took out another dozen talon mercs and ran away. Since then, he roamed the wastes, eventually fitting in with an independent merc band known as "Reese's rangers". He was with them for a while, but long story short: there was a fight. Alex came out alive. Nobody else did. Then, one day, one fateful day, he met a guy by the name of Jaiden.
And so, at that moment, Shotgun diplomacy was born.
This is Alex. Alex is the first.
