Lost Cause

by CharlezArt

The BOS stumble upon something far more evil than they could have ever imagined. And this comes in the package of a little girl in a raider camp. Will she end up like her father, a legendary bandit known for his murders and rapes, or will she be turned around, and made into a soldier? They're throwing a rope out, but this lost cause might be too heavy.

2. Chapter 2

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Annie adjusted her cap, looking into the mirror. She was still a squire. She had been ever since they found her. But, when she turned into a woman, she knew they would make her a knight. When she went out on patrols with Paladin Lyons, whom was inviting Annie to more and more recently, Annie was always told she did great. When they ran into a group of super mutants, Annie was able to convince them that they were just ghouls. That gave them the chance they needed to back up, and get the advantage to kill the abominations. Not to mention, Annie had a great shot with her 9mm pistol.

She was going out on another patrol today. They were bring the Maxon kid. She hated him. He talked too much, and was brain washed into everything the Brotherhood said. Time passed, and soon, Annie, Arthur and two knights were patrolling the capital wasteland. Her short, blonde hair barely passed her blue eyes, sticking to her face with sweat from the heat. It was quiet. They hadn't run into anything but some rad-scorpions. They continued walking, a building in sight. It was a very creepy building. She had heard it was called the Dunwich building. It was big, a few dead cars in front. They were here to either kill some monsters inside, or get some pre-war artifacts. She didnt know. She wasnt really listening.

They neared the door, the two knights walking in front, their laser rifles in hand. It only took a second, for Arthur Maxon to scream. It only took her a second to jump onto the ground, and unholster her pistol from its holster. And she watched, as an entire car flew over her head, slamming into the two power armored knights. She screamed, scrambling up as she looked to see whatever had thrown an entire car at them.

And there, standing at ten feet tall, was a deathclaw. It ran at Annie, leaping at thin frame. She rolled aside, firing a clip into the side of its face. Arthur Maxson scrambled away as it crashed into the burning car that was sure to explode soon. The deathclaw roared, leaping at the child. She cried out, reaching for the laser rifle of the dead knight. She watched as the deathclaw brought its hand down onto the child, ripping at his face. She screamed, in an effort to divert its attention from the 14 year old boy. She raised the rifle, shooting lasers at the abomination's face. It roared, throwing the bleeding child aside. She continued shooting, backing away as each shot hit its target.

The rifle clicked, and she looked up at the beast as she tried to desperately reload the rifle, changing its fusion cells out. It leapt at her, slamming into her wiry body. The laser fell onto the ground as its claws ripped into her ribs. She screamed in pain, as the long nails ripped through her body. The attack stopped as lasers slammed into the leg of the deathclaw, burning the scaled skin. It stood up, blood dripping from its claws as it fell back, collapsing on top of the over turned car, flames burning behind it. It struggled to stand back up, the smell of burnt skin coming from the hole in its leg.

"Squire Annie! Move your ass now! The car is about to explode!" Maxson said, one large scratch down his cheek, blood pouring onto his clothes. She scrambled up, screaming in pain as her body struggled to live, her ribs broken and her skin torn. A final roar came from the beast, the car exploding. Rain poured down on the two brotherhood squires, Annie leaning on the 14 year old boy, as she struggled to breathe. They had a long walk back to the Citadel.

A roaming trader helped them, giving her a stimpak to at least keep her from choking to death on her own blood, due to the punctured lungs. Maxson basically carried her, half dead, all the way back to the citadel. It took them an entire day, with multiple stops of Maxson killing some dogs, or taking the long way to avoid raiders. When they got back, both were treated at the medical room. He had his cheek stitched up, and she had her torso put back together. He was seen as the hero who had taken down a deathclaw, all by himself, at 14, and managed to save the damsel in distress. He was promoted to knight. At 14. It certainly helped that he was a Maxson, too.

She didn't get any credit. Of course she didn't. She was just that little raider girl they brought in three years ago, because they had too big of hearts to kill. But she could prove her worth. She would. She had to.