Disclaimer: This story contains mostly Language and Violence, but there are a lot of sexual innuendos and then sex. So if you don't like it, back off cause, well, there's some later on.

Rating: T for minimal language and mild violence.

Author's Notes: Thank you, Durxa, for the review and the compliment, I hope you enjoy the story as it progresses, as well as everyone else who reads it.

Chapter 2

Right and Wrong

3 Years Later

"Wake up! You have to hurry and wake up!" Drakon woke to Amata's screams and the feeling of someone pushing him on his bed. He opened his eyes to Amata's face floating over his face.

"What? What? What?" Drakon said, sitting up and running a hand through his thick black hair with his green eyes still filled with sleep.

"Your dad! He's left the Vault! My father's gone insane! They killed Jonas!" Drakon's groggy mind slowly comprehended her broken sentences and he stood up on his feet shaking.

Drakon grasped her shoulder and shook he body softly, trying to get her to calm down. "Wait, wait Amata calm down and tell me what your talking about." Amata's voice shook with sobs as she looked up into Drakon's concerned gaze.

"Your dad's left the Vault and my father has gone completely insane! He had Jonas interrogated and killed!" Drakon's heart wrenched at the news of the fate of his life long friend, but the matter of his father's leaving over shadowed it.

"He can't have just up and left like that!" Drakon snapped his fingers for emphasis. "You know the phrase 'Your born in the Vault. You die in the Vault.'"

"I heard some of the people talking, saying that they should never have let you and your dad into the Vault!" This news made Drakon's eyes to almost double their natural size and he had to lean on the wall to keep himself upwards. He wasn't born in the Vault? Everything he'd been told for years in wrong? "My father sent the Security Officers out for you, they're going to try and kill you! You need to get out of here! NOW!"

Anger flew through Drakon's body, making his hands clench in fists and his blood to burn. His father was gone, his past was wrong, his life was a lie! 'Why?' Was all he could think about, why had his father abandoned him? Why did he lie to him? Why does he have to learn about this from someone else! Drakon's body went as ridged as a board, his anger field eyes looking down at the hysterical girl in front of him.

"Do you have a plan?" Drakon asked.

"You need to go through my fathers exit in his office, use these to get inside, but you need his password." Amata handed Drakon a few bobby pins and Drakon put them in his pockets. "Take this, too." A large and old 10mm pistol was place in his hand and all the years of the weapons books came into his mind as he stared at the weapon in his hand.

Drakon reach forward and engulfed Amata in a quick hug before pushing her towards the door. "Get out of here before they come and find you."Amata nodded and ran through the open door, leaving Drakon to stare after her. When her figure disappeared from his view Drakon put the pistol at the edge of his pants and started picking up various items on his desk. He grabbed his treasured BB gun and his baseball bat, glove and baseball, with some stimpacks from his first aid box, before shoving them into a bag next to his desk.

Shouldering the bag, Drakon bolted out the door and into the hallway. Drakon didn't want to fight any of the Officers, he knew their families and he couldn't bring up even the thought of killing someone hes known his whole life. When they would attack him, he would skillfully dodge around them, ignoring them completely.

The one thing he did kill, however, were the Radroachs that had plagued Vault 101 long before he came. He even went around to saving Butch's Mom from them, the coward not being able to save her himself. As he ran down to the Reactor level, wishing to know if what Amata had said was true, he found the body of Jonas Palmer. Tears swam in his vision as he stared at the corpse of the man that had been a second father to him for years.

'It's not the time to just stand here and stare at a corpse!' In all the stories and movie someone would have seen, that would be the little devil that sat on Drakon's left shoulder. His inner evil.

'Don't listen to him Drakon, you have every right to mourn for your lose, it was a loss to us, too.' His angel on his right shoulder told him. His inner good.

They talked to him and at first he thought he had gone crazy; not one has there been someone that walked up to him and said 'Did you listen to those thoughts in your heard, they'll stir you right!' No, instead he hadn't told a single soul, and just listen to them when he need to make huge choices that would probably effect him. All in all, he listened to Angel (that's what called his inner good, cliche right?) and did all the good things that made his dad look at him proudly.

'Shut up, you two!' Drakon hit his fist against his head in audible 'SMACK' before looking back down at Jonas. He took a knee before his body and reach over to slowly close Jonas' lifeless eyes before turning and leaving.

His body burned with the need for revenge as he walked through the metal hallways of Vault 101, heading for the Overseers office. With each bat swing that either knocked out a guard or ended the existence of a Radroach, he walked with anger burning in his emerald colored eyes. Then he heard the voices (not the voices in his head) of Amata, Officer Mack, and The Overseer.

"Amata, don't be so stubborn and tell us where he is!" Alphonse said quietly as he stared down at his daughter who was sitting in the metal chair of their 'interrogation' room. The back of his pure white head was towards Drakon, but Officer Mack was on the other side of Amata , his angry twisted face glaring down at her.

"Come on! Just leave me with her for five minutes and I'll get his location from her!" His rough and tough said as his insanity dance around in his vision. He eyes turned upwards for a second and looked through the window to see an empty hallway, for Drakon had stealthy hid beneath the window and listened to them talk.

"I don't know where he is! I told you already!" Drakon quietly shifted towards that open doorway and glanced inside to see that Mack was not having a easy time at restraining himself from attacking Amata. He reached down and took his 10 mm pistol from his pants and took a deep breath. He needed to get rid of Mack and it didn't seem like he could get him to bend to his wishes so he decided he might need to immobilize him at least.

Clearing his mind and licking his lips Drakon stood and twisted his body into leaning into the room. For a split second everything froze, Mack was looking up at him with a snarl. Alphonse was smiling in triumph at the sight of him. Amata had a horrified expression and was ducking in her seat. Drakon took aim and shot his pistol for the first time today.

The bullet hit Mack in his left knee and his right shoulder, causing his body to fall backwards in pain and also forcing him to drop his police baton from his now useless hand. He fell to the ground and hit his head on the hard metal floor, following unconscious instantly. The Overseer and Amata looked down at the man at their feet and then back at the nineteen year old vaultie who had shot him.

"Run, Amata." Drakon said quietly, his eyes never breaking eye contact with the man who he had disliked from the day he could comprehend hate. Amata sprinted passed him and into the hallway, leaving him alone with her father.

"This is all your fault, you and your damn father!" Alphonse pointed an accusing finger at him and Drakon wordlessly walked forward and slapped it out of the way with his right hand.

'Kill him!' Devil yelled at him.

'Remember Amata, spare him!' Angel screamed in his mind.

'He was interrogating her! He doesn't care about her and he would stand you in the back if you let him live! And he ordered Mack to kill Jonas! Remember!'

'Everyone deserves a second chance! He did it because he thought it was better for the people of the Vault!'

"What my father did had nothing to do with me. I didn't even know until I woke up this morning to find all the security officers after me." Drakon thought it would be better to just leave Amata out of his escape for the best of things. "Now, the way you took my father leaving, was another thing entirely. The safety of these Vault members are your responsibility, so when you sick your filthy 'security' officers on them and they die because they don't have a chance! That makes you worse than them, that makes all their innocent blood bleed onto your hands! Not mine, not Amata's, not even my father's!"

"Strong words coming from wasteland scum!" When those words left his mouth Drakon pulled back a punch and hit the older man square in the jaw. He heard it crack under the force of the punch and the Overseer fell down onto the ground next to Mack, only their chests rising and falling being the only indication that they were both alive.

'You made the right choice.' Angel said to him.

'I hope I did.' Drakon thought as he stared at the old man.

'Never listens to me...' Demon grumbled quietly which caused Drakon to chuckle to himself.

Drakon searched the Overseer's pockets and obtained the password for his terminal. 'Amata', the most ironic password that Drakon could think of; the name of his daughter who he was just interrogating. Drakon raided the lockers and other such things and put on the Vault 101 Security Armor. Drakon loved the irony of situations and he hardheartedly busted into laughter at this one. The things he was doing to survive.

Walking causally into the hallway he watched didn't even look at Amata as he passed he by, refusing to meet her eyes for the first time in their whole lives. He heard Amata gasp and run back into the room where had just left and listened for her cry of relief that came shortly afterward.

As Drakon walked into the large and technology covered office of the Overseer, he turned and looked into the hallway which he had just entered from. Vault 101 was the only home he had known for nineteen years and he didn't feel anything from the thought of leaving it. He cared deeply for some of the people here (Amata, Stanley, Beatrice, Mr. Brotch, Jonas, Officer Gomez, and a few others) but now that some were dead and others had turned on him, that remorse that he though he would feel, was gone.

His mind began to process that now all his childlike innocence that had been in this Vault with him, was gone was he had seen the bodies of his friends that he thought were the closest things to a family he had. The sound of a pressurized gas escaping as the mechanics opened he way out sound from behind him and he slumped in his seat for a second.

"Goodbye everyone." Drakon said as he stood and walked down the staircase towards the Vault entrance.

He entered a chamber he thought that he would never see in his whole life; he thought he would never have to use his gun shooting skills on another human being and now look at him. The large metal door was in the shape of a cog from a clock that he had fixed for Officer Gomez when it broke because of Butch's roughhousing in his bedroom to play a prank of him.

He walked across the platform that led to the only thing that separated him from his new world. He pressed a few buttons and switched a few levers on the control panel (years of reading engineering books coming in handy) and listened as the two hundred year old door groaned as its mechanics moved to open itself.

The screeching noise of it opening would probably have put someone to their knees, but Drakon didn't care, he only saw the old wooden door at the end of a tunnel with light flowing through its though the cracks in its paneling. Sucking in a much needed breath, Drakon walked through the dust and dirt that covered the ground below him. Drakon was already fascinated and he hadn't even fully left the Vault yet.

He had never seen so much dirt before, the metal halls of the Vault didn't allow it. He felt the rough and rocky walls of the cave that he was walking through and stare in wide eyed enthrallment. He reached forward and gripped the metal thing that he believed was a doorknob, slightly afraid from never opening a door like this before.

He pushed forward on the door, expecting it to move on its own was was troubled silently. "What the?" Drakon yanked and pushed on the door with all his might, but it didn't move an inch. That's when he turned the doorknob did he feel like a complete idiot. 'Mistake number one: couldn't turn a doorknob.' Drakon typed into his Pip-Boy as a way to catalog his way through his new land.

What hit him first as he stepped out into the wasteland was that it was so bright. He knew of the sun, but he didn't expect it to blind him like it was now. He rubbed his eyes silently as he tried to see the new world before him. Another thing he didn't expect was the heat. Vault 101 was kept at a constant temperature of seventy degrees Fahrenheit and, as he looked at his Pip-Boy, it was a good hundred and two degrees out here.

His chin length black hair fell over his eyes as he took a deep breath and regretted it. Dust swept into his throat and Drakon choked on it, bending over and spitting it out in attempt to get it's taste out of his mouth.

"Ah fuck, what a way to start out!" Drakon shout to himself, hoping nobody heard him. He started forward silently and looked around for the nearest town, city, or tribe, whatever they had out here. He was already getting sick of his close, armor never being his favorite thing in the world, and he ripped off the vest with a grunt and unzipped the top of his jumpsuit like he had done for so many years in the Vault.

The sun touched his naturally tan skin and he breathed out a sigh of pure satisfaction. Drakon absentmindedly rubbed his sideburns in thought has he strolled through the dead bushes and dirt of the wasteland. 'I know for sure that there's going to be some people coming at me for my stuff, I've read to many books on post-apocalypse for there not to be.'

That's when he heard something moving behind him. He was suddenly reminded of one of the old animated movies that Mr. Brotch had made his class watch with a little mole digging a hole in the ground as the world blew up. It had made a chattering sound of its teeth hitting each other and its tongue clicking inside its mouth. Drakon never like the video, only because they made the mole look stupid.

Drakon turned around and his eyes went wide as they fell on some fat mutated mole thing running at him with crazed beady black eyes. Drakon whipped out his baseball bat, dropping his vest, and smashed the bat down on the things head. When it slumped onto the ground, Drakon stared at it with wide unblinking green eyes. Hes bat was stuck in the things head and when he tried to pull it back, he found it was lodged inside.

"Oh, this is just my luck!" Drakon said sharply as he placed his booted foot on the side of the things stomach and pulled on the bat. With a sick sloshing sound the bat became liberated and caused some of the things brain matter to fly onto Drakon. He scrambled wildly around and tried to push the damned things organ and blood off his pure white shirt.

He was soon walking away from it's corpse with some more meat and a blood covered shirt, and he hated stains. He was holding his blood covered bat on his shoulder and he was dragging his vest behind him. He noticed something in the distance and raised his eyebrow at the poor excuse for a town (he guessed it was a town) that looked like it was covered in rust from where he was standing, probably a good two and a half miles away.

His walk to the town was rather eventful, because the mole things were constantly attacking him and they seemed to have a knack for covering his shirt in blood, until it looked like it was never white in the first place. He was also attacked by some guy that was wearing a skirt and straps instead of regular clothes. Drakon had yelled 'What happened to your clothes?' and the guy shot at him.

"COME ON!" Drakon stopped suddenly and shouted at the cloud covered sky above him. "YOU ALREADY TOOK AWAY MY PERFECTLY GOOD WHITE SHIRT FROM ME! WHAT ELSE YOU GONNA THROW AT ME!" And that's when it started to rain.

"Welcome to Megaton!" A robot thing said from underneath the cover of a metal canopy type thing. Drakon was breathing heavily, soaked to his socks in water, probably carrying a lifetimes supply of the mole meat that he had collected in his only blood covered red shirt and his untouched Vault 101 suit. He would have said it was impossible for an animal to aim its blood, but that mole thing covered only his upper body in it's blood.

Drakon scratched his stubble covered chin and looked at the giant metal door that lead to what the robot called 'Megaton'. Having no where else to go, Drakon walked towards the large door and it opened with a groan. Drakon walked through the opening when it was big enough to let him through and the door closed behind him with a bang as he looked around the town.

It looked like the whole place was made of pure metal, from it's roofs to the walls. He heard boots slopping on muddy ground in front of him and Drakon's gaze fell on a older black man with a large brown and white speckled beard and a cowboy hat. He was wearing a old buster with a sheriffs star badge that he had seen in a book once when reading a western book as a little boy.

"The name's Lucas Simms. I'll be damned, you're from that vault, Vault 101." He let out a deep chuckle. "I ain't seen one of those jumpsuits in a long time." Drakon raised an eyebrow at the older man and shoved his hands in his pockets silently.

Lucas Simms wasn't expecting a new face, let alone a vaultie, but the appearance of the boy already was enough to know that he wasn't a normal vaultie. The boy was tall, taller than him, with chin length black hair and a stubble covered chin with sideburns. The boy's hands were callused, probably from years of working on equipment in the vault, and the skin the was visible was lined with muscle going up and down his arms. He had bright green eyes that seemed to hold a look of a learned scientist, with little touches of mild insanity inside.

The boy's shirt was crimson with the short sleeves seemingly torn off in a sort of jagged pattern making the shoulder straps thin. The close throat collar seemed to throw off the shirt's intimidation method, but because the shirt was tight like a second skin, Lucas could see the abs and even a six pack on the boy's stomach.

"What are you doin' out of that vault, boy." The boy's green eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at Lucas, but it wasn't threateningly. They narrowed in closer inspection, as if he hadn't seen another human being before in his life. It was expected, he had probably just got out of the vault because Vault 101 was not to far away from Megaton.

"I don't think I should tell a complete stranger." Drakon said, staring into the older man's light brown eyes.

"What's your name, then?" Lucas said with irritation.

"Drakon Hunter."

"That's a weird name..." Lucas mumbled under his breath. "Well, if your gonna be staying here for a while, remember to follow the rules. These are my people. This is my town. You so much as breathe wrong and I'm gonna fuckin' end ya." Drakon didn't so much as blink at the older man's promise. He did however looked up at the sky when he realized that the rain had finally ended, making Drakon give a sigh of relief.

"Lucas." Drakon met Lucas' eyes as the man raised an eyebrow at the vaultie. "Ever wondered what it would be like to live in a hole for years upon years?" Lucas shook his head earnestly, causing Drakon to smirk with the insanity in his eyes seeming to almost glow. "I don't intend on livin' in one again."

Drakon's eyes began to wonder and they fell on the thing in the middle of a pull of water. A bomb sat in the middle of the town with its butt end sticking up into the air and it's business end stuck in the ground.

"What's up with the bomb in the middle of the town?" Drakon said, looked back at Lucas curiously.

"Back during the Great War, a bomb drop down and landed here, but didn't detonate." Lucas said, looking at Drakon suspiciously. "It may sound like a dud, but it's very much active."

Drakon blinked silently and looked down at Lucas. "I could disarm that thing if you want." Drakon had read thousands of books on explosives (or a few books a thousands of times, he forgets) and knew quite a lot about explosives, and certainly more than most people anyway.

"If you could, sure, I'd even pay you for it. But don't go tinkering with that thing endless you actually know what your doing." Lucas said before walking away. Drakon looked back in the direction of the bomb and shivered as a breeze hit his soaked body.

'What have these people done for you, Drakon? Your just going to give out a free service like that?' Demon said in his head.

'It wouldn't be a free service I would be getting paid.' Drakon thought as he walked down the poor excuse for stairs.

'Look at this place, you should blow up the bomb instead, this place doesn't deserve to be!' Drakon was suddenly agitated with Demon, but decided against yelling at himself in public.

'Don't listen to him Drakon, he's been misguided!' Angel said, soothing his mind silently. 'Save these people, sooner or later someone's going to try and hurt these poor people with that bomb!'

'I think I need a drink, first. I'm thirsty.' Drakon thought before walking up a makeshift walkway up onto the second floor of the balconies. He was heading to the very top, to a place called Moriarty's Saloon. From his experience with his western books, a Saloon was a place to get a drink, alcohol or none. Drakon strolled along with a smile on his face, his vest still hanging from his left hand and his baseball bat strapped to his back.

Drakon even started to skip up the ramps and he got some very weird stares from the people he pasted by. As he skipped past various buildings he stopped in front of the one he wanted, Moriarty's Saloon. Making sure to turn the doorknob this time, Drakon entered and the first thing he saw was someone behind a bar. This person wasn't an ordinary person, though.

Standing there was a walking corpse, skin shriveled up and peeling off, face sunken in with eyes bulging out. He didn't have a nose, just the two slits where the nostrils should be. The only amount of hair he had on his head was a patch of brown hair and he had yellow tinted skin that had random brown patches on his face and arms.

Drakon was sure that regular people who had never seen this before would scream or run away, but he certainly didn't. In fact he did the exact opposite. His mouth fell open into a O and his eyes went wide before he walked up and literally hopped onto a stool at the bar.

"What, never saw a Ghoul before?" The decaying man said with a weird grimace. The child-like innocence that he thought he left behind (which obviously he was just lying to himself) in the vault resurfaced as he shook his head at the 'Ghoul'. Then he pulled on the sleeves of his jumpsuit and turned around, showing off the big 101 on the back. "Ah, your a vaultie. I'm surprised you didn't run away screaming. The names Gob, by the way."

"Mines, Drakon Hunter. What's a Ghoul?" Drakon asked, knowledge always being his main concern.

"A Ghoul is a person who is exposed to a high amount of radiation without the curtsey of dying. Don't listen to what people say about us, Ghouls. We're not zombies that are going to eat your flesh, well except for the feral ones, you hear their scream, you run." During the whole time that Gob was talking, people started to pay more attention to their conversation.

The person was a blonde woman with her hair pulled back into a ponytail and crystal blue eyes. Her eyes shined with niceties, but Drakon didn't want his conversation with Gob to be interrupted.

"Even though Collin might get mad at me if he catches me giving someone a discount, Ill take that chance." Gob said with a strange looking smile. With his conversation done with Gob, Drakon turned to see the blonde woman had disappeared, which didn't make much sense, but he didn't question it.

"I was wondering what you guys use for currency." The room went silent for a second and everyone looked at Drakon. "What?"

"We use bottle caps, honey." A short hair red headed woman said from across the room. Drakon looked at them in surprise before feeling in his pocket for the bottle caps inside. 'I was going to collect them for fun...' When he had killed the ill dressed man back on the Wastes he had gotten a .32 pistol and a bunch of the bottle caps and he hadn't thought that they were supposed to be currency.

"What do you have to drink?" Drakon asked, looking at Gob with a serious expression.

"Scotch, Beer, Vodka, stuff like that." Gob said.

"How much for Scotch?" Dad had once let slip that he like the liquid to Drakon when he was about thirteen and had fiercely told him not to drink any. He wanted to rebel against him a little.

"Ten caps." Drakon pulled out ten caps, counting with his hand, and Gob popped a bottle of with 'Scotch' written on the label and a leaf under it.

"I don't know how I'll be able to stand this, but if I start asking for more, stop me at my second bottle." He told Gob and, with the Ghoul's nod, took a swig and felt the liquid do down his throat. The taste made Drakon turn and cough because it tasted pretty bad. 'How did Dad like this so much?' Drakon thought, giving the offending liquid a glare, making everyone around him laugh.

Taking a large breath of air through his nose, puffing out his chest, Drakon took another swig, this time slightly enjoying the burn of the alcohol as it went down his throat.

"Damn," Drakon said. "I can't tell if I like this shit or not."

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TheEvilHina: I was almost late for my upload today, I had a busy week and I kept putting the chapter off until it was Thursday (today) and I realized going "Oh shit, chapter needs to be up today!" Drakon is a rather random main character with the obvious touches of insanity, which he has no idea where they came from. I thought about how he would have never used a doorknob before (due to having only automatic doors back in the Vault) so I tried to mix that in a lil. The next chapter should be pretty fun, hope y'all like it!