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Prologue-The Vault
"Happy birthday!"
The lights flew on in a flash startling me. I looked around the room and I saw many familiar faces including Amata, her father (the Overseer), Dad, Stanley, Officer Gomez, Old lady Palmer, Andy the robot, and Butch and his friends. Good old Butch. My best friend since the first grade when he stood up for me against Wally Mack when Wally pushed me down. However since then Wally I had become friends too.
"Happy birthday Tom I'm so proud of you!" Dad said.
"Thanks Dad." I replied.
In all honesty my dad was a pretty cool guy. I mean without him the vault couldn't function. He was the doctor and all.
"Congratulations young man as you know when you're ten you're ready to take on official vault responsibilities. So here you are your very own piboy 3000." Said the Overseer with fake enthusiasm.
Now the Overseer hated me, and I mew it. But I hated him so it was mutual relationship. But as he held the pipboy out to me all I could think was: Cool! As I fitted it around my wrist I felt a sharp pain as a needle took a blood sample and then I felt a tightening sensation as it hooked up to my nerves. I dint have time to check out the pipboy's features so I went back to mingling with my guests.
"Happy birthday!" Amata exclaimed. "We really surprised you didn't we?"
"Of course you didn't fool me I knew all along!" I joked.
"You're such a liar." She said. "Alright then if you're so smart then you can guess what I got you for your birthday!"
"Uh… I really have no idea."
"Ha! Well who's your favorite comic book character? That's right Grognak issue number fourteen."
"Whoa thanks Amata!" I said happily. Grogank was really cool. One of the best.
After that I went back to mingling with my guests. I did get some really cool gifts. I got a baseball cap from Stanley, a sweet roll from Old lady Palmer, and a poem for Beatrice. And then disaster stuck.
"Attention everyone!" Andy announced, "It's time to cut the cake!"
To our horror he brought his buzzsaw down onto the cake sending icing and filling in all directions. Truthfully I thought it was kind of funny. I sat down next to Butch.
"Hey man, want half?" I asked tearing the sweet roll in half.
"No thanks." he replied glumly.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'll tell you later." He said. "Hey we're gonna form a gang wanna join?!" he said as experienced the most rapid mood swing known to man.
"Sure."
"Great now all we need is a name."
"What about the Mackers?" Wally suggested.
"NO WAY!" Butch, Paul and I said in unison.
"It has to be something mysterious like the Tunnelers." Butch said
That was a good day one of my favorite down in that hole. The next few years brought some big changes for the Vault. One of them was that Butch's father was sentenced to prison for abusing his family. I never trusted Robert Deloira. It turned out I was right not to.
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*nine years later*
"Wake up! Wake up! Come on you've got to get up!"
And wake I did. To the pleasant noise of blaring alarms and my girlfriend screaming.
"Huh… I's jus' havin' a dream 'bout you." I said my words slurred from sleep.
"Knock it off. This is serious. Your dad's gone, mine's gone crazy, there's an infestation of radroaches, and Jonas is dead!"
That snapped me out of it "Wait he's gone and Jonas is dead?" I said. Jonas was my dad's lab assisstant and like an older brother to me. And my dad leaving the vault was astronomical.
"Your dad somehow opened the door. Now my dad thinks you your friends are responsible! They killed Jonas!" she shouted almost hysterical.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
"I have a plan." Amata said a little calmer, "You can't get to the door by the main way, but you can get there through a secret passage in my dad's office. I'll try to meet you there."
"Sounds good I'll get going then."
"Wait, you'll need these bobby pins and this screwdriver. And I stole my father's pistol. I hope you won't need it though."
"Keep the pistol." I said, "I have what I need"
I grabbed my scoped 10 mm (standard issue in the vautlt militia). Unfortunately that was all they allowed me to keep, so in the end I had a standard vault 101 jumpsuit with a tunnel snake jacket, my old BB gun with 50 BB's, about 50 shots for the 10mm, and my baseball bat. With a quick "I love you" to Amata I set off. I had just rounded the corner when an officer stopped me. Now for all the talk of the tunnel snakes I was no killer (yet). I drew the bat.
"Hold it right there!" the officer shouted. "Drop your weapon!"
"Okay calm down." I said, "I'm putting it down."
I slowly lowered it to the floor with the officer yell at me to drop it. To this day I don't know why he didn't just shoot me. But just as I reached ground level I swung the bat up knocking his legs out from under him. He fired and I felt a sharp pain. I then stomped on his head with my heavy vault-tec boot knocking him out cold.
"Never trust a tunnel snake." I growled.
I examined the wound to find that the bullet had just grazed me. I continued along the corridor until I ran into Butch. He had a jumpsuit on with the same 10mm at his side. His usual greasy hair way down and messy. He hadn't had time to oil it. I noticed mine was too.
"Stop." He said, "I know what you're doing and I'm coming with you."
"No way man. You've got family down here."
"Yeah some family. An alcoholic mother and an abusive imprisoned father. Your dad was more family to me than them and I want o help find him." He stated firmly.
"You know we won't be coming back right?" I asked.
"Yeah man. We've been talking about this since we were kids." He said.
"You're with me?" I asked.
"Through it all man." He said.
"Thank you." I said quietly, "Now lets go!"
We took off down the corridors carefully avoiding the officers. We killed many radroaches along the way. We reached the atrium and stopped. Tom and Mary Holden were plotting an escape. They ran down the exit of the vault towards the main exit. We heard gunshots and two thumps on the floor. We stayed in the shadows being as stealthy as we could until we came to the corridor. I poked my head around to see how many there were.
"Two" I mouthed to Butch. He nodded.
Rolling expertly out of cover, Butch and I Each fired a shot both hitting home one was hit in the knee, the other ther shoulder. Either way it gave us enough time to dispatch them with expert precision. We stared at each other. Neither pf us had killed anyone before.
"Later." I said.
"Right" he agreed.
We walked up the stairs until we came to a small chamber which contained security chief Hannon standing over the corpse of a vault dweller I didn't recognize. He turned.
"You!" he said surprised, "You're in a lot of trouble, but wait no. You were my son's only friends. What would he think if I turned you in. Just go. You weren't here."
"Thank you" we said in unison.
We snuck down the hallway but then we heard voices.
"Please Amata, be reasonable officer Mack may enjoy this but I don't. Just tell us where your friend is and we can sort all this out." It was the overseer, and he was interrogating Amata!
"He's my boyfriend. I can't give him up." She pleaded.
"Very well officer Mack." He said.
"No please!" Amata cried.
Mack raised his nightstick, then there was a gunshot. Mack looked down and saw the bloody hole in his chest. I blew the smoke form my gun and ran into the room tackling the overseer in the process.
"You!" punch, "Killed!" smack, "Jonas!" crack, "You!" crunch, "Son!" crunch, "Of!" crack, "A!" slam, "Bitch!"
Butch had to pull me off him. The overseer had a broken nose and possible concussion.
"Come on." Butch said, "Let's go."
I nodded and we coninued down corridor. Until we reached the office door. Butch was better at picking locks than me so he handled it. After briefly looking at the overseer's terminal, We learned there was town near the vault called Megaton.
"Why is it called Megaton?" I wondered, "Isn't that used to measure explosives?"
Butch simply shrugged. Anyway we activated the emergencey tunnel and went into the dark corridor. After a stepping on a few radroaches we emerged into the main exit room. I approached the control panel for the door and pushed the lever forward that would open it. Suddenly, someone grabbed my shoulder. I turned around, half expecting more officers to deal with but it was Amata.
"You did it!" she exclaimed, "You really did it!"
"Not without your help." I said, "Give your father my love okay."
"Trust me I'll give him mine too." She said, "Good luck out there both of you." She then burst into tears. I kissed her we stayed that way for what seemed like eternity. There was no fear of what lay before us or death. Just us. Butch pretended not to notice. Then after what felt like forever he did.
"Hey Romeo we've got to go." He said gently.
"Ok" I said. "I love you Amata."
"I love you Tom."
And then we broke apart. Butch and I walked ou of the vault and heard it close behind us. I didn't look back. I couldn't. I could only look forward at what awaited us.
Author's note: Okay so after some very helpful reviews, I decided to rerelease the story with some changes. Since neither of you seemed to like the G.O.A.T. section I cut it out. I don't blame you, it was very boring to write and quite honestly, I don't think there was much I could do with it to make it better. As for the whole part about Tom not having eyes in the back of his head, I never really thought of it that way but what you said does make sense. And the whole 44 magnum thing. Stupid idea I apologize. I also did not realize that shooting a lock off wouldn't work. Oh well. I hope that this version is a bit better.
