Gah this chapter was difficult. If I call mister burke benny I'm sorry. I kept getting distracted by star wars the old republic, that games amazing. But coffee and wheat thins got me through. I hope you enjoy. I'm not completely satisfied with it but…eh. It was extremely hard for me to decide were Alice (are lead lady as of right now. A.K.A the raider) and the LW stood. And even harder trying to crack Alice's hard shell but without cracking it too much and spilling out all the content. I know, I want to get to the romance as fast as possible too, but that wouldn't be realistic or a good story plot. This chapter is mostly to clear up some confusion. So please be patient with me. I WILL finish this book…it might take me sometime but I'm not giving up. Oh and comments, opinions, suggestions are welcomed, I'll even accept criticism if you can justify it. One more thing I got the mistake quote from Al Franken.

Chapter 2

We walked in silence to megaton. We entered megatons broad, rusty metal gates. The sun was getting low but we could still see rays of sun bounce of the worn out plates. Megaton is a tiny settlement even so; it made me feel safe those heavy gates keep the sick twisted outside away from the pure, friendly inside of the small town. Benevolent people can also be blind and naïve and let the devil himself come in their homes if he's disguised well enough. Which is how Burke got in, I still despise that guy with a strong passion, it's a shame he got away. Smug bastard.

The lone wanderer was deep in thought.

I sighed. This guy was already starting to get boring and he just killed my father's men and almost me. I looked over at him. He is unusually tall, looks almost 7 feet; his hair is dark copper and shaggy, a muscular face with a 5'o clock shadow, and those eyes, almost the same color as mine but with a spark of life and determination. It was settled, he was hunky and probably charming too. I have to watch myself around him, he seems like a deceiver. He caught me staring and looked over at me. I could see his full face know, I caught many things I couldn't see from the side. I was completely wrong. His shimming indigo eyes had more than just animation and purpose; he had eyes of a kind man who's seen things a man like him should never see…I've never seen a man with kind eyes, not even my own father. My eyes started to sting, I hastily thought of a distraction.

Why would I go with this stranger I thought? Although I already knew the answer, I resent my father. But something else stood out even more then my hatred for my father. It was where those disgusting raiders were leading me. I shivered at the thought of what would have happened if we made it there. I looked over at the man with different eyes. I still thought he was a pervert, but maybe he wasn't such a bad man to encounter. I wanted to loosen the tension between us.

So what's your-

I didn't have time to complete my question; some crazy geezer with a dirty face, wearing rags interrupted me by crying out "Lone Wanderer". The dirty man's cries were like a town church bell soon almost the whole town was outside.

I've heard of the lone wanderer and I knew he was killing my father's men. I instantly decided I hated the man. I'd put a bullet through his big arrogant head when I got the chance. Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way, unless it's a fatal mistake which at least, others can learn from. But from what three dog says the lone wanderer never makes a mistake. He's not a god; he's a man, a man I plan to prove to everyone that he bleeds just like us. I was so focused on my plots to make the lone wanderer expire that I didn't see the filthy man run up to us.

"Oh thank the atomic bomb you've returned" he gleefully hollered.

Wow I thought this really is a small town if they keep tabs on everyone that comes in and out.

"Lone wanderer would you happened to have more-".

My capture stopped the man's hesitant and stuttering words by giving the gross man two purified waters.

I bite my lower lip to hold back my shocked reaction. I looked at the man who murdered some of my "family" and realized he looked exactly like how three dog describes him. What does the lone wanderer want with me? I thought. Oh shit…he must have found out I'm a REAL raider or that my father is a raider king. No he would have questioned me by now. That sliver of hope kept me from imagining how the lone wanderer would murder me and more focused on reality.

People must have thought that was an opening for favors, soon me and the LW were crowded by waves of people begging, shouting, some even hitting to get to ask something of the hero man. The grubby people kept getting closer and closer I was pressed tight against goody two shoes and his mutt. The people were so close I could smell the repulsive odor and feel hot breath on my neck. I couldn't take it anymore I was claustrophobic and the smell made me either want to vomit or black out. Just as I was about to give in to one of those urges I saw a flicker of shiny medal and heard two ear piercing gun shots.

The burning sensation of psycho coursing through my system was enough to make me want to wretch with pain or moan with pleasure. I started to sit back in my chair and enjoy this high until two lower raiders scrambled into my above normal sized room.

"Jack we have a problem" the brave raider said without hesitation, while the other raider was visibly shaking in my presence.

I didn't move for a long time, just twirling my knife with my feet kicked back on my desk. I scared the coward raider by snapping open my eyes and taking my feet of the now covered with mud desk. "What seems to be the problem boys?" I tried doing my scariest smile, which wasn't that hard to do. The coward one just stood there about to piss himself, my patience was wearing thin with him. The brave one spoke up.

"We found a slave; she's been hiding a pregnancy from you. She looks like she's about to pop...if you know what I mean."

My smile faded. I started throwing things around, a desk, books, chairs, and my favorite night stand. The coward gave a loud yelp and the brave one stayed stone faced. My patience was gone with him I took the knife I kept in my boot and lunged at the coward. He shrieked and started for the door but the brave man blocked his path. I stabbed deep into his back, twisting it to emphasize how much I detested him. He let out a slow, long, last breath before giving into the darkness.

"So would you like me to expose of the body?" the brave raider said.

"No, no, I'm feeling a bit…peckish anyway." I gave a puckish grin, showing my rotten teeth.

This didn't faze the big Asian man; he just nodded and told me to meet him in the isolation cells. After a delicious meal I started my way towards the cells.

The isolation cells were cleaner than the other cells, one because they weren't used often and two because you didn't have rotting corpse, vomiting, shitting, and other disgusting things that are made by slaves. We finally reached the cell it was small but then again all slave pens where. I walked into the grey room, the first thing I saw was a head hung so low I could only see her beautiful chocolate hair cover her face. She was sitting in an old chair in the middle of the cell, ready for an interrogation. I stalked over to her. I started walking, circling around her in a teasing manner, every once in a while my fingertips would graze her shoulders.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. You are a very, very, VERY naughty girl, slave. She didn't respond and I expected as much. I continued to dance around her just staring at her hair covered face.

Now I said, stopping behind her and leaning on the rusty chair. Who did you have this…little "encounter" with? Hmm, don't be shy! I shrieked with a disturbing amount of excitement and snickering. Again, No response. I'm a very patience and clever man, oh yes I am but this girl wouldn't look me in the eyes, wouldn't give me the reactions I desired, wouldn't beg for me to leave her alone. My temper boiled over and I grabbed a fistful of her soft hair tugging downwards so her neck curved back and her eyes had to look straight up into mine. Her eyes were blood shot red and she wore a tired frown. Her shoulder weren't hunched over and her long hair wasn't cascading down her body, I could see the swollen stomach that this offspring caused. I looked at her growth for a long time, like I was expecting something to pop out and yell surprise. I smacked the whore, connecting my right hand to her soft right cheek. Hard. The only sound for what seemed like hours had arrived in violent waves.

You selfish whore! I spat. Why would you bring more unfortunate souls on this earth?

Do you like to see your own filthy and hungry, begging on the streets like little rats?

If it's a boy he'll probably die from foolishness or recklessness, getting shot by the first asshole raider and before you know it someone comes to your house with sad looks on their face but nothing can erase the fact that your son's body was looted and devoured by either us or the other demons in this wretched place.

You probably think he's going to heaven and it makes up for the fact that his body was violated but honey; he was already living in hell.

I quickly sucked in a breath; I was running out of air to fast.

I didn't bother with if it was a girl. I simply stated in a cold tone "and the girls have it ten times worse" I quickly add "but you already know that don't you, you have already experience some of the worse the wasteland can offer."

When I finished her red eyes started to fill with tears, her lips trembled, and the mark was starting to show were I had wacked her.

The women finally spoke, I wasn't expecting her voice to come out shaky but then again I didn't expect what she said next to happen. "The child is yours". I quickly dropped the clump of hair I had in my hands and walked in front of her. I roughly grabbed her chin so she'd look me directly in the eyes.

"What!" I said my voice was hard. She looked directly in my eyes; I could see the hatred burning in her blue eyes.

"My baby is also yours." She spoke calmly but I could hear the shakiness in her voice and bitterness.

She wasn't lying; no eyes could lie to jack. I leaped from the crouching position I took to have my eyes level with the sla- I didn't even know her name. I was almost half way out the door I stopped. I turned around.

"What is your name" my voice held no emotion. She didn't look up. She just kept rubbing her stomach feeling the baby.

She finally spoke up "Ali"

I gave a quick nod, not sure if she saw it or not. I walked away from the cell. I heard a loud lock of the cell door. The Asian man was by my side in an instant.

"Orders?" he boomed

I thought hard. I was almost to my office again before I responded. "Continue with your daily task, when you have time however, I would like you to help me exterminate the problem."

It was my entire fault I should have beat her to death right then and there. But I was fooled by time and hadn't completely dislodged all of the softness in my heart. A couple weeks later we went back to the same cell. It was different however; it contained two people instead of one. I saw Ali cradling the baby, smiling just because it was smiling, giggling just because it was giggling, and crying just because it was crying when I walked into that cell. Ali clung to that baby and started to whimper as I lightly plucked the baby from her grasp. The baby continued to cry in my arms.

"p-please" she kept repeating in sobs. I looked at the baby; it had all the mothers' features and not a single one of old jacks. I un-tuck the dirty blanket that was wrapped around it, it was a girl, a whore just like her mom. I sighed, ready to tell the Asian man to pull out his guns, when the slave jumped from her chair snatching the baby.

Wait, wait, she yelped. I held up my hand for the big man to do what she asked. She looked down at her baby, I couldn't tell what she was doing, buying time, thinking, looking at her baby for the last time? I couldn't tell so I halted myself from thinking about it again.

"Kill me…but not her" she spoke softly but she wasn't going back on what she said.

"And why would I want her?" I spoke, trying to figure the gain in this.

"M-mister tenpenny" she started, you could strike a deal. You can get clean water and caps if you just…let him have her.

I gave an exasperated sigh. Why would Allistair want an infant?

He wouldn't…she glumly said but added he would want a young lady.

The idea snapped into place, but I added a twist of my own. I tried to keep my face emotionless, but I was so exciting I may have let out a cruel smirk.

"Deal" with that the Asian man lifted his gun. I picked up the kid that she was whispering to. My heart skipped, I realized not all the kindness in my heart was gone.

"Wait!" I shouted. The man took his hand off the trigger. I took the gun from him.

"Ali…I spoke softly. She looked up with hope in her eyes.

"Yes?" she whispered.

What is the name of this child? I asked as I looked at the child's blue orbs.

Her lips tugged into a small smile. "Alice"

I smiled back making sure not to show my nasty teeth. "Very good." I lifted the gun and with a loud bang Ali's head exploded.

Let's get out of here I muttered as I quickly paced to the door with the baby crying for its mommy in my hands.

I know something's are still unanswered, but that's how I like it. You're just going to have to keep reading if you're that curious. Also this chapter was very sad I thought. Technically people can survive gunshot wounds in the head. So if you want Alice's mom to survive… you're going to have to comment! I know, I'm evil! :3 if you see errors please tell me and ill fix it.