Thanks to me finding a computer I can finally post stories on this site. First story ever, so constructive criticism would be appreciated. Reviews or no reviews I will be posting, so review or don't. However if you have some ideas or tips I will be happy to hear them. Let's begin shall we.
Chapter 1: The Hell?
Rushing forward in his attempt to escape the demon looking creature behind him. He can hear the creatures breathing, feel the vibrations of its footsteps, and smell it despite the gasmask on his face. Suddenly he is pulled into its embrace as its long claws come around his body. He is pulled off his feet and… licked? That's right Marcus Everdeen did what everyone said was impossible. He tamed an Alpha Deathclaw. Why, you ask? Because he thought it would be funny to walk into towns with a giant Deathclaw as a protector, that's why. Marcus a genius, definitely. Strong? Check. Charismatic? Talked a politician into committing suicide. Stealthy? He snuck into Camp Golf and slit the Rangers and troopers throats. Gunslinger? Shot a Legionnaire's hand off, using his toes. Uses melee weapons? Only the Blades of the West and East. Insane? Hell YES! Would a sane person do this crap?! He got the Think Tank to work for him, took over the Legion, New Vegas, and the Divide! He is absolutely insane.
Anyway, once he got Mortem, the Deathclaw, to put him down he deatomized his Transportaponder to take the duo to the Big Empty.
"Alright Morty, here we go. To our new home", says Marcus in a smooth, rich voice. He is wearing a long sleeve black duster with a blood red 13 on the back. Black Riot Gear underneath the duster, black leather gloves, black cargo pants with black knee guards tucked into black combat boots, a bandolier over the chest piece, a Bowie strapped to his left boot. On his head is a helmet with a gasmask fixture, with red lenses, an antenna coming out of the mouth, and the number 13 on the side in blood red.
As he activates the device and ... it explodes after creating a vortex that sucks him and Mortem inside before the vortex shuts. The Wandering Courier is gone forever. In his place as leader of the Mojave Republic is Veronica. Oh boy.
After coming out of the vortex, Marcus and Mortem look around. They notice they are in a forest, the air is clear of radiation, and the trees have green leaves. Yep, they're not home any more. Looking at his V.A.T.S. Marcus notices the lack of a map, lack of radio signal, and lack of little red dots for enemies. Yep, definitely not home anymore. Mortem suddenly rushes forward into a bush and comes out with a squirrel. Marcus checks it with his Pipboy only to find out it lacks radiation.
"Let's see. No radiation, green vegetation, fresh air, no enemies. We are in another dimension," Marcus says. Mortem looks at him like he has finally lost it. "Don't give me that look. It's the only explanation to this situation. Now eat your squirrel. We have to find water soon or else we will die of thirst and I will prove my theory when the water is not irradiated", Marcus says calmly.
As they walk the soon find a dirt road and see four children rolling down a hill onto the road. One narrowly missing some crap. Soon the one near the feces shouts, "MUSHROOMS!", and two more run forward to pick the mushrooms.
"Kids are acting like they are addicted to mushrooms. I don't know why but that sounds bad," states Marcus to Mortem. Mortem just snorts in agreement.
One kid suddenly shouts, "Get off the road!", and everyone hides behind a log. Then a black horse with red appears slowly trotting towards the children. The rider in long black robes gets of his horse and walks up to the long… sniffing?
Soon a bag fly's out from behind the brush in front of the log and on the opposite end the figure in a robe is facing, and rustles some brush on the other side of the rode, catching the attention of the figure in the robe. The figure rushes to the other side of the road. And the children escape.
Following the kids to a town the Wandering Courier decides to atomize his custom "Atrox Irae" outfit that he usually wears and deatomizes his custom "Wandering Courier Six" outfit. This outfit consists of a brown long sleeved trench coat with a backwards black 6 with a yellow outline, a blood red scarf wrapped around his face and head, a black T-shirt with a blood red backwards 6 with a grey outline, grey combat pants tucked into black steel toe and plated combat boots with the steel visible, the Blades of East and West on his back, a combat knife strapped to his left shoulder, and Love and Hate on both of his fingerless gloved hands. The only things visible, besides his sickly pale fingers, is his piercing, pale blue eyes. All in all, he was an intimidating sight.
He walked up to the gate and knocked. Shortly after the old gatekeeper open a slot to see outside. He did not expect to see a man of six foot five, dressed to the brim in weaponry, followed by a monstrous creature.
"What? You've never seen a hunter and his Deathclaw partner", says Six in his cheerful and smooth voice.
"N-no, can't say I have stranger", replies the gatekeeper, almost cowering in their presence.
"You going to let us in or are you going to let potential clients stand out here in the rain? Or do you want my partner to rip this gate down and the two of us walk inside anyway?", Six says cruelly, his voice becoming deeper suddenly and slightly animal like in the second sentence. As if he wasn't fully human. Even Mortem backed up a bit at the sudden change.
"Ah, n-n-no, come right on in. The Traven, the Prancy Pony, is that way. It also acts as an inn", the now terrified gatekeeper says quickly.
"Excellent. I bid you a good evening sir", says Marcus in a cheerful and smooth voice. "Come on Morty, we got to find you a place to rest too." Mortem just follows his insane partner with a snort and shaking his massive head.
I finished chapter one. I know it's short but it's the just the start. Also I am just showing the characters. Many of you might be wondering why he is following the Hobbits. Answer in the next installment. Also for those of you who don't know Mortem means Death and Atrox Irae loosely translates to Terrible Wrath.