Bring on the Rain
Hello there fellow readers. I know. Long time since posting the last chater of CoHC. I promise I will get to that... when I remember where I was going with the story.
So this here is something I been thinking of for such a long time. I would like to make something of this story, when the time is right for me to do it. This is essentially the backstory of my Courier from Fallout NV. I feel like the time before you see the Courier getting shot from Benny can be written however is could be. And I loved the game. So here we go. It'll be short. I hope you enjoy it! And if you haven't check it out (its been out for a while...) play Fallout. It's great.c
Hi. My name is Rayne. Yeah, I know, it's spelled like that. Leave up to my parents. They seem to know everything. To my favorite hiding place to what my favorite food was. I bet they never expected what was to become of me, even less about them.
So, you are probably wondering who I am. Well, you know me already! You know my story. You experienced it firsthand. You watched me take down the Caesar's Legion and Mr. House. The NCR had become my allies, but they were not the rulers of New Vegas. All these lands were in control of the wildcard, me. But, the beginning is untold and the future to be written. How did I become the Courier? How did I end up in the middle of this mess? Well, it all started with one delivery and one good heart that saved my life.
Here's my story. I am not from the west. I actually came to the west against my own free will. Ok, I think I need to back up a bit more.
I am from Iowa; from a little place know as Vault 48. Yes, I am a third generation vault dweller. Vault 48 was a vault dedicated to farming practices. I essentially learned how to grow things from inside a cave. We had our own purification system and plenty of food. Not many of us ever ventured outside. There was never a need to. Until… that'll come later.
I grew up normal. Had an older brother named Tom. He was such an amazing brother. He taught me how to take stuff apart and put it back together. His knowledge for machinery was unbelievable. He built his own laser pistol when he was only seven. He fixed the purification system when it nearly crashed on us when he was 12. He even built me a robot called Moy. However, the Overseer didn't see much need of weapons and punished my brother to hard labor. That never stopped him. I had my parents, who we peace-loving, caring people. They were the head medics;they treated everyone. The most common cases were reactions from poison ivy. They also developed all sorts of natural remedies by using all sorts of plants. They were brilliant. They always inspired us to do whatever we wanted, even if it was against the Overseer's wishes. I would often sneak out and head off into the library, which was the place to read all sorts of books, holotapes, and discs on all that was pre-war. I wanted to know how to make a pie or surf the big waves of New Zealand. I even wanted to drive a car. I could only do that whenever I was in the library. I never got caught. If one ventures into the library without the permission of Overseer, punishment was ten days in the Sleeper's Barn. The Sleeper's Barn held all our most toxic plants. Conditions to work there were harsh. Folks who came out of the barn would go straight to my parents, complaining of bloody noses and migraine headaches. I was sneaky. Clumsy, but sneaky.
One time, I almost ran into two guards. but Moy distracted them as I made it to the library. I crashed into a bookshelf and luckily no one heard the large thud. Well, except one, my best friend Roger. Roger was more uptight and his parents were strict. I could never get him to play with me, telling me that his parents didn't approve of mine, only when they needed to. Roger wasn't like them; he just didn't know how to break away. He obeyed everything they told him, was never late, and scolded me whenever I did something. This time though, I caught him in the library. We spent that entire tonight, reading up on different athletes and watching scary movies on the holotapes. He asked I would ever tell on him. I smiled, "Course not, unless you'd tell on me?" He shook his head and then he took my hand and held it. "I promise."
I liked the life in the vault. Mostly because everything was there for us: food, shelter, family, fun. There was no need to worry. And we rarely had incidents that caused panic and distress in the vault. The overseer was swift and seemed to have things under control. She was confident, smart, and harsh. Not a lot of people really liked her. I did. I thought she was doing a good job. The only thing I would actually have a problem was the access to the library or how she was treating Tom. Tom never did anything wrong. It wasn't his fault that he grew up to be a genius.
He was known as the vault hunk. Ugh. I would always see other girls follow him around in between classes, asking him to help with homework or what not. All those girls annoy me. They pick at me and ask me questions about him, like what kind of Fancy Lads cakes does he like or if he loved oldie music. I decided to throw a bone to them; I told them that Tom loves baseball. Oh, my brother got swarmed with baseball cards, comics, dates to play catch, and was given many, many baseballs. He got back at me though.
Tom only liked one girl. She was super nice and pretty. Her parents were head technicians of the water supply system. She was a cook. She would make this really good bread made from the plants she grew in her room. I could see why Tom would like her. Her name was Amelia. She was the same age as Tom. They essentially grew up together. They were the top two students in their class. She was smart and pretty. I look up to her. I wish I was smart or pretty or creative. I like to think of myself as a roamer. I just do whatever is asked of me and I just learn about things along the way.
You know, I was always the snot-nose brat following my brother, learning everything he taught me, and he knew a lot. I really admired him. He was such a great brother. And my parents were the most important people I ever knew. They were smart, caring people. The way they…
I'm sorry. The day that everything changed; the day that my life turned upside down started when I turned 18.
More to come. I promise. This was a bit short. :) Hope you enjoyed it!