He'd done it.
With a limp, he walked up to the bus's steel door, and pushed it open. As soon as it opened, he feel through the doorway, and face-first onto the dirt of the wasteland's floor. His helmet tumbled away, just out of reach.
His consciousness was fading, but he managed to lift his head, only enough to get a decent view of the sky. The beautiful nighttime sky. The stars were shining bright, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. It was peaceful.
The peace ended when the sky exploded into a massive mushroom cloud.
He hadn't noticed the warhead at first, but he, along with everyone else in the Mojave, saw and felt the explosion. It was like the second apocalypse. And he was the man who had pushed the button. He was the man who condemned the people of the Twisted Hairs. He was the judge. He was the jury. And he was the executioner.
He was the Courier.
A man reborn out of hate, who had but one goal in life. To extract revenge.
But it soon became much more complicated than that. When politics got involved.
In truth, he never expected himself to make it to New Vegas. Hell, his Pip-Boy even said his Luck was a flat out one.
Against all odds, he'd still made it. And Benny had paid the ultimate price.
And afterwords, he was the most sought after man on the strip. The NCR wanted to hire him. The Legion tried to negotiate with him. And Mr. House wanted a new pawn.
Initially, he'd decided to play it by ear. The Yes Man seemed convinced that the Courier could take charge himself, and that idea sounded very appealing. Leading a city to glory? That was more than a simple deliveryman could ever ask for. He'd get to have power and influence, and be the hero that he'd always wanted to be.
Things were finally looking up for the man. He had gained a few friends that turned out to be trusted allies, and he had a plan to take over his own chunk of the world. Big Mountain and the Sierra Madre couldn't even stop him. Zion only boosted his confidence. He was ready to take on the Dam, and kick out the NCR and Legion once and for all. Dealing with House had been rather easy.
His plans changed when he received that fateful message. The message telling him to come home, to the Divide.
After the incident with Benny, the Courier didn't exactly remember much. The bullets scattered his memories, and he even forgot his own name. So, when he heard that the Divide used to be his home? He had to check it out.
And now, here he is. A busted leg, plasma burns, bullet wounds, and a broken spirit. "I believe that one man has the power to make-or break- a nation." was what he had said to Ulysses, and that seemed like the only smart move at the time. And it had worked, too. Ulysses had calmed down, and the two Couriers fought together, against the 'forces of evil'.
The Courier believed his own words, too. He already broke the Divide, so what was there to stop him from doing the same to Vegas? Nothing. He didn't trust himself with that kind of power.
And with these final thoughts, the Courier passed out. Only, a new road awaited him in the future. One that could be his saving grace, or his utter destruction.
For the Courier is about to spread his message to an entirely new land.
The Courier was there, on the dusty ground for a moment. And the very next, he was gone. Helmet and all. No trace of him left.
Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one to disappear that night.
Break!
Ok, folks. Welcome to the revamp of the Courier's Message. I didn't like where I was going with it before, so I'm gonna take a new approach. This story is going to have better grammar, an actual plot line, and no more ghoulified mailmen. His gear will be listed next chapter. With high school bearing down on me, don't expect regular updates. I will try though! And for God's sake, message me with a paring I should do for the Courier! I don't care who it is, I just need help deciding! I have no clue! So pleeeeaaassse. I'm begging you readers, send me a message on your stance on pairing. Even if you think it's a bad idea, let me know! See ya!