Fallout 3: Twenty One Six
Chapter 2
The Wanderer's scream was drowned out by the explosion, that seemed to rock the Earth to it's very core. The mini nuke had contacted the ground right after the Wanderer had killed the Fat Man's wielders. But it had been to late. They had already launched the damned thing.
Nuclear fire blossomed in the dome shaped chamber below him. Roasting anything in it's small radius, blowing away parts of the floor, leaving a crater in the center. The super mutant behemoth had escaped the worst of the blast. But his limp identified that he had been hit.
Gun shots echoed down in the central chamber as Talon Company and the super mutants resumed their fight.
Slowly, but surely, the Wanderer looked around. Trying to get his bearings back after the shake of the explosion. His eyes widened. The spiderweb like cracks at the end of the concrete beam was not a good thing. One wrong move could bring down this beam and half the roof. This was bad. Very bad.
The young man's eyes glanced around quickly. He growled in irritation as a strand of black hair fell into his eyes. If he moved to fix it, it could mean death by falling. Was this some kind of cruel joke?
Groaning, the Behemoth slowly gained his balance. Swinging it's arms in an outwards fashion. Not caring for anyone that got in the way. Be they Talon Company or super mutant, alike.
The movement was shaking the building. This was bad. This was bad! This place wasn't worth it!
With a mighty roar, the behemoth's hand slammed into the wall of the Capital Building. Rattling the entire thing. The web like cracks spread up the wall. The ones on the beams, came ever so closer.
A plan formed inside the Wanderer's head. This kind of quick thinking had saved his life on more then one occasion! His hand shot out like a rocket. Ripping the combat knife from it's sheath at his belt.
The beam squealed loudly. The cracks, now dangerously close, seemed to spread farther.
Attracted by the noise, the giant mutant looked up. Catching site of the Wanderer. It roared again. Screaming at the top of it's lungs.
The Wanderer rolled into a crouch. The beam's supports snapped like twigs underneath him. Pieces of it, along with chucks of the wall began to fall towards the floor. Carrying the Wanderer with them.
His gloved hand clasped onto a hole in the cracked cement. He was still in his crouching position as the huge beam crashed downwards, gravity pulling it to the floor.
"FUCK!" The young man screamed! His own voice being drowned out by the panic from below. Using his feet, the Wanderer propelled himself off the falling concrete block!
The world seemed to go in slow motion as he flew through the air. His arms out in front him. Combat knife clasped in a death grip. The Pillar colliding down! It hit the ground below with a thundering crash! Killing whatever was unfortunate to be in it's free fall path.
Was it possible for a mutant to show surprise? He didn't know, but the Behemoth did look quite frighten by what was unveiling. The Wanderer slammed into the beast's chest. The hit knocking the breath from his lungs.
He quickly thrust the combat knife into the mutant's hide. It was surprising how soft it was right here. Refusing to look down, the Wanderer reached down and pulled a plasma grenade from his pouch.
Swinging his feet up, the young man used them to keep his balance as the mutant thrashed about. He brought the plasma grenade to his mouth. Ripped the pin out with his teeth, and held it for a few seconds.
One. Two. Three. Four. FIVE!
The grenade sailed upwards. Rearing back, the Behemoth screamed in rage. The sound deafening!
No! No! No! The Wanderer roared in his mind! NO!
The plasma grenade began to arch downwards. He hadn't timed it right! It wasn't going to explode! At least not were he wanted. Shit! If it came back down, there was a chance he'd be trapped in the blast!
With his free hand he snatched the 10mm pistol from it's holster at his waist. Letting go, the Wanderer performed the same trick he did on the pillar. Using his feet he propelled backwards! This time without a sound.
Aiming upwards. The Wanderer took a deep breath. The world around him seemed to stop. Time itself had seemed to become still. Within seconds the grenade took on a green tint. Taking aim, he fired the 10mm pistol. The bullet rushing through the air at high speeds, before slamming into the grenade.
It was all over in a seconds. The metal cylinder erupted into a huge mass of green, sending it's plasma everywhere. The green light engulfed the super mutant's head.
The Wanderer free fell to the ground. Hitting it with a thud. A loud crack echoing his impact. His vision started to fade between black and white. He gulped in huge amounts of air. Something had broke. Some bone had snapped!
"Sarah..." He breathed out slightly. The edges of his line of sight was black. The last thing he saw was the behemoth's large body falling backwards. It's face nearly scorched off from the plasma burns. He smiled lightly, as the darkness engulfed him.
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Sarah raised her laser rifle, firing four shots off into the super mutant Brute. The thing fell with a scream. A good portion of it's stomach was blown always, leaving only smoking, charred craters.
Paladin Glade was beside her. His mini gun ripping the enemies in front of them to pieces. Vargas and Kodiak stood to her left, each firing down the hall.
The building began to shake like a hurricane. Two explosions rang out in the distance. The noise played over the gunfire, it was followed by the sound of something crashing.
Sarah lost her footing, the carpeted floor filling her gaze as she plummeted to the ground. She was stopped mid-air by Vargas's hands. He had dropped his rifle and rushed to stop her from falling. The discarded weapon now lay at, who came to take up Vargas's position, Dusk's feet.
"You alright, Soldier?" Vargas's gruff voice rumbled over the static of her com-link.
"Yea, just lost my footing, Paladin," The static making her voice crackle.
The Paladin slowly dragged her to her feet. "The fight ain't over yet, Sentinel. You ain't getting out of it this easy," He said, his voice seeming to mix with the static.
She reached down to grab her fallen rifle as Vargas helped her up.
"Wouldn't dream of leaving," Sarah said back to him. Her voice firmer then she'd met it to be. He nodded to her, and reached for his own rifle.
To her right, Paladin Glade stepped forward. Waving his Mini gun from left to right. Gunning down anything that got in his way. Following his lead, Sarah fell into a line behind him. The rest of the Pride quickly did the same as their leader.
They cleared the hallway fast enough. As the small group neared the hole in the wall, they saw what had caused the earlier explosion. And the site was not in the least welcoming.
The entire center of the building had collapsed in on it's self. Super mutants of all types were fighting against the Talon Company inside circle chamber. Rumble and debris was everywhere, and most of the enemies were perched atop piles of it. Trying to gun down one another.
In the center of all the fallen concrete and other random debris laid the huge corpse of a super mutant behemoth. The top half of it's skull was melted away, a green goo pooled around it's head. The lower half of it's face was charred and slowly melting.
"Good God," Clovin muttered. The sound echoing through their speakers. It was answered with reports of all different types of guns. And the scream of wounded men.
Each of their blood curling cries sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. Those screams were closer to home then she would have wished. She took a deep breath. Closing her eyes briefly.
A hand landed on her shoulder.
"Don't break down on us now, Sentinel." Glade's soothing voice echo'ed in her headset.
She nodded to the Paladin. Vargas stepped up beside them.
"Alright Pride. Let's show'em how furious Lions can be!" Vargas yelled into his microphone. Cheers and encouragement raised up through the Pride. They rushed into the wreckage guns blazing!
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"Alright Pride. Let's show'em how furious Lions can be!" Crackled through the static in his headset. Gallows reached up and hit the button to turn off the com-link. He was alone. He worked alone.
The man had witnessed the dome of the central chamber collapse, as he was scouting around back of the building. Fearing the worst, he had shouldered his rifle and ran in.
Now he was here. Standing in head-high debris, shooting anything that moved. The Wanderer's limp body at his feet. Gallows suspected that the young man had something to do with the building coming down. But he had no evidence to encourage or disagree with his theory.
So for now his purpose was to protect the body. Even if he didn't know if the kid, well a kid by his standards, would make it. You never leave a Brother behind. Never. That was the first rule that was beat into you, when you grew up in the Brotherhood of Steel.
He fired off shot after shot. Each rewarding a scream of pain, or silence. Both were welcomed.
A mutie climbed atop one of the fallen pillars to his left. He span around, firing the gun without taking aim. The mutant screamed in pain, as the 50. Caliber shell tore through his arm. It's arms waving, the thing fell back down the pile.
Surprisingly enough, the mutants and mercs alike had discovered that coming in the Knight Captain's velocity met death. So most of them stirred clear, and fought each other at different parts of the fallen building.
Gallows glanced down to the body at his feet when he heard it groan.
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Everything seemed to consort, and then distort at once. Somehow the entire room was spinning, and his vision was an assortment of different colors. Each of them to bright. They hurt his eyes.
The Wanderer wanted nothing more then to close his eyes, and give up. But giving up doesn't make you a legend.
He inhaled deeply. Pain shot through his chest like a bullet. So something had punctured at least one of his lungs. That was nice to know.
Each movement caused more pain. He flexed his fingers. Right hand? It was okay. Left hand?
Fuck! The young man screamed in his head. So his left hand was broken. That fall had taken more out of him then he had thought. This wasn't even counting the ribs he was sure were broke.
Using his right hand as leverage, the dark haired boy pushed himself into a sitting position. Every thing hurt. A soft groan left his mouth.
"Stay down." A gruff, filtered voice commanded. The Wanderer looked for the second person. Hopefully, it wasn't Talon Company. It couldn't be a mutant. They didn't talk that well. Well most of them didn't.
A power armored figure stood over him. A rifle pressed to his shoulder. Firing repeatedly at anything that was stupid enough to get in his sight.
The armored figure distorted into an array of colors, before fading to black and white. The Wanderer gasped. He couldn't stay awake. His only hope was the Angel in Armor.
The dark haired boy collapsed back into the rumble beneath him. The pain was to great to withstand. A gun shot echoed above his head. It was the last thing he heard as his vision faded away for the second time that day.
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Well here's chapter 2. Let your minds wander! Do you guys think I made the Wanderer to OP?