Second chapter up and running...trying to work on my grammar. Let me know what you think. Oh. Enjoy too.

It took four minutes flat for Charon to reach the Museum Metro Station. The chain link gate was barely visible in the darkness and not even the wind managed to swoop down below the cement stairs. All in all it was an ominous atmosphere that only filled him with a hesitation he could not afford. It wasn't a great feeling, being in that spot with the obstacles before him. Being a ghoul would make this much more difficult then it already was….and that saying something… When he got out of the tunnels he would need to figure out where she was exactly..Ahzrukhal didn't know where she was any more then he did.

Even though it was redundant he made a protesting grumble, staring at the insides of the Metro through the triangular mesh.

The gate squeaked and rattled when he opened it. The noise was grating and almost foreign on his ears drums.

He slated his eyes, the few lights in the Metro felt blinding, and the cool air unnatural. Perhaps this was Ahzrukhals way of getting rid of him…so to speak - In which case the ghoul may have been a genius.

"A mad one…" Charon whispered to himself. Something he did more often then he liked to admit. Talking to himself was better then talking to most of the communicative beings that he was forced to associate with.

Despite the fact that the Metro seemed abandon Charon knew better. Anything could be lurking around the bend and the last thing he wanted to be was off guard. Little sounds bounce off the walls and grew with each echo, making it impossible to imagine being anywhere but below ground.

Might as well not delay the inevitable..

He placed one foot in front of the other, not really paying attention to the act of moving…just…..moving. Instead of dwelling on the action he let his eyes roam over everything, every chair, tin can, rubble heap, and shrouded corner.

At least by the time he made it out of the tunnels, if he ever made it out, he would have gained his bearings back. He felt more then a little rusty, being so out of his element that the sluggish heart in his chest began to palpitate. Rarely did he ever feel his heart, even though it did beat just like a smoothskins. It always seemed to just sit in his chest, making itself near unknown until something truly horrifying happened.

This was going to take awhile...unfortunately..

Along with his shotgun and his accelerating heart rate, Charon trudged down the slope to the boarding area. The area seemed empty. The light, if that's what you could call it, only illuminated enough to not trip over every empty whiskey bottle and dead raider.

He stopped to glance down at a dead, headless, male raider. For a moment he gave the area around him a once over. The missing head was no where to be seen.

Again he looked back at the headless body. It looked more then fresh, the blood had not finish coagulating completely he noted. He couldn't help but feel a familiar wave of uneasiness encase him. Though…in all likelihood it was a feral that kill the man - In which case….he shouldn't worry himself. The feral's never showed him anything but mild interest.

He sneered while stepping over the corpse, noisily making his way down a broken escalator. Rubbish clanked down the 'steps' to the bottom, making any even louder ruckus. The sight of the headless raider seemed to have given the ghoul a strange feeling of peace. The feral ghouls wouldn't be an issue and the raider's…..if they were down here, wouldn't be much of a problem either if they couldn't even hold their own against a feral…..or two.

So…all in all, Charon made his way down the tunnels without the nagging feeling of dread, or that sense of looming doom. In fact... he felt rather confident, considering an hour ago he was more then apprehensive.

It didn't take long before he was, according to the signs, in the Metro Central area. No feral's were waiting around a corner or crouching in the darkness. No raiders, no rats and no roaches. In fact, the only things he saw close to that where already dead and nearly unrecognizable. He got the feeling someone had already cleaned out this part of the station. It smelt much more bloody then the rest of the place and definitely looked like an old battle field. Splatters littered the walls and something that looked like handprints trailed on the floor.

In the corner by the bathrooms laid two very dead mole rats. One of them looked too disgusting, its eyes popped out, bulging. He kicked that one aside and knelt down by the other one. He cut a few decent sized pieces of meat from its hind legs and breast. The action caused a ripping sound as the meat left the corpse.

It was gross, but he would be hungry soon…

For a moment he thought of eating it then and there. Raw. He could have, and not suffered any ill side effects. The image though made him think of a feral… a true zombie. Charon didn't want to feel like a zombie...so instead he wrapped the 'steaks' up in a dirty cloth and tied it to his waist.

He stood. The metro map was glowing to his left and with a few glances he figured out where he needed to go.

Surprisingly, he narrowly avoided getting lost. One of the metro tunnels had caved in, filled with chunks of cement, and he was forced to find an alternate route to the Dupont Station. This new direction added another two hours onto his trek, but with patience and good direction he found his way on the right track.

It must have been morning by now, or afternoon. He couldn't tell. It was easy to let time slip by down here and for all he knew it had been two days already. The time limit he had was beginning to bug him. The idea of Ahzrukhal trying to be rid of him was becoming more a possibility the more he trekked.

"Scum…" again he spoke to himself, but he didn't whisper this time.

All of a sudden he heard a 'bang'. Immediately he threw himself against a wet wall. He was in the main unloading area for the Dupont Metro…..he should have known better then to make more noise then necessary, especially when he hadn't check the area for signs of life yet.

Idiot…

Something clinked and the sound of…something plastic rolling on the floor sounded off. Footsteps followed the noise.

"Come out! Come out! Where ever you are!"

Raiders..

He was fairly hidden, a glowing Nuka-Cola machine was blinding him from view, but the….female?... raider sounded close. Next room, close…

His teeth clenched on instinct and he raised his shotgun. The chamber was full and ready to reek havoc if the need arose….and arose it did. He was poised and ready as the crunching footsteps drew closer. The anticipation was killing…

He managed to quench the thumping of his chest just as the sight of a 32. Pistol rounded the corner. With the metal gleam were dirty fingers, a hand…an arm outstretched. The figure of a roughened up female raider began to tip toe by. A grim smile was plastered to her face. She didn't see him.

In a matter of seconds she aligned herself perfectly with Charon's cocked shotgun. He fired into her matte pink head of hair. Her face began to turn as he pulled the trigger, which made for an amazing shot as he blew the top of her skull clean off.

Her head didn't explode like he had thought, instead as she fell her brains leaked out on the dirty floor. That smile she had was ironically still there, expect it was loose with gnarled teeth showing and tongue beginning to peek out. She resembled a soft boiled egg, her yolk slowly spreading on the ground below her.

It was over relatively quickly, no more then a few seconds after the cat call she gave, she now end up dead on the ground..

If anyone could have scalped someone with a shotgun it was Charon, cause the raider below him surely looked scalped..He stood, still in the cover of the vending machine with blood splatter running down his face.

For a few moments he felt oddly hollow, staring at the leaking woman...as the seconds passed though, a more enjoyable sensation began flittering up his limbs. The feeling pooled into his trunk and up into his head.

Oh yesss…

The killing was beginning to take on the similar traits of any 'upper'. His heart raced, in a good way, and his mind felt full of cotton and stuffing.

With the barest of smiles he whipped most of blood from his face with the back of his hand. His hand left a face that now look lustful in a way. He was beginning to enjoy himself...finally.

With a sick crunch he stepped on the raider's head, walking on instead of over the corpse.

"That's it.." he grinned rubbing the bloody boot on the ground. He left a few bloody prints in his wake but in the capital wasteland…who really gave a fuck?

He had made his first kill of the journey; it was just what he needed to pull him out of his more lax state. Now he was feeling the burn in his veins, being well on his way to his old self again. Oh...and he was loving every second of it.

"Cocksucker!"

Her knuckles where blistered already, broken now probably as her blood mixed with his. She struck the 'near' rapist in the nose. The action resulted in a wet crack and a loud yelp from the man below her. She was pinning him down by sitting on his chest. His legs kicked, kneeing her in the back a few times.

"Whos…Fuckin..!.."

She was naked from the waist down, thanks to the 'handsy' fellow under her, who would be a dead fellow in a minute.

"Who..!" she screeched "...No-oWW!"

He had a scalpel sticking out of one eye, which she managed to do first, and she was working on smashing his face in with her tiny fists now. Again she smacked and again she punched until his cries were drowned behind the gathering of blood and mucus. He was dying, but she didn't care.

She gave him another punch, feeling his skull crack with the force against the tile floor. With a last minute of homicidal lust she grabbed the scalpel imbedded in his eye and twisted it, pulling it out along with his bloody eyeball.

He made a horrific whimper as she did this but in the end the action wasn't as relishing as she thought it would be. She wanted him to scream….but….he seemed unable to...now..

"Thought I woul..d..be fun….huh?" she sounded winded now…unlike before when he was still making those pained noises.

He didn't answer of course. If he wasn't dead now he would be soon. His chest rose and fell unsteadily though… he wasn't dead yet.

She lifted herself up, leaning over him. The junction of her thighs, the place he had tried to get a taste of not a few minutes ago was now very near his face. She picked up a revolver that landed a foot behind his head in their struggle. Again she eased herself back down on his chest inhaling deep breaths in her exhaustion. Slowly she checked the gun...three bullets…She cocked it and placed the barrel at his lumpy temple. She placed a palm over the man's face in an act to shield the blood splatter from getting on her….and with a loud bang she fired.

The shot rang loud in the small space, filling her ears with mild pain.

Her palm felt wet as the shield did its job, well…to an extent. Little rivers of blood ran down her right shoulder and arm, some on her knees and thighs, but the large chunks seemed to miss her. Bits of brain and skull landed around the once intact head like a halo.

Her eyes where slit, mouth as well. She didn't look like the young girl that left the Vault 6 months ago..now in her state, she looked far from innocent.

After 10 minutes she moved, legs straightening as she lifted herself off the dead prick. He was a raider probably, but she couldn't tell now that he was nearly unclothed. He was like that when she woke though…all ready for what he had prepared to do.

Finally she wobbled over to the gurney she woke up on, bracing herself with hands on the green bedding. She was hunched over as her stomach turned. The feeling of nausea was peaking as her head swam. She groaned, the feeling was too much...

With a heave she expelled her previous meal…snack cakes…with it stomach bile, that tasted worst then the raiders tongue did. Again she heaved and gagged, her body shook and eyes leaked down, joining the puddle of vomit.

"…oh…" she sobbed, tears falling in quick succession down her cheeks, "…daddy…."

Well? Too gruesome?