A/N: Hello once again. It is me with another chapter of The Courier's Message. Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows. More suggestions on the plot, things you'd like to see, or pairings are greatly appreciated. Updates will be random. SO YOU ARE WARNED.

Flashback: What happened to Arcade Gannon. (Third person P.O.V)

The Courier wasn't always as crazy as he is today. In fact, his mental state was stable enough to form multiple friendships! Today, we'll start with one of the Courier's first friends: Arcade Gannon.

Arcade was a member of The Followers of the Apocalypse. He was a researcher looking to find a way to reproduce stimpacks.

But Arcade also had ties with the Enclave. He knew many former members, and his father was also a member.

When it came time for the NCR to battle Caesars Legion, the Courier had told Arcade to fight with the Enclave Remnants. Arcade donned his Gannon family Tesla Armor, and fought with his father's comrades.

During the Second Battle for Hoover Dam, Arcade fell in battle. Arcade was the Courier's best friend so he was devastated. After slaughtering many, many Legion soldiers with his fire ax, the Courier approached Arcade. After removing his Tesla armor,because it would be a waste for anyone else to have it, he vowed to finish what he started, and bring medicine to the wastes.

Unfortunately, the Courier lacked the know-how and training to understand Pre-War medicine. The Courier still feels, to this day, that Arcades death was for nothing. He could have easily told him to stay with the Followers, but he was selfish.

It was one of the many tragedies to happen to our hero.

Now back to our main storyline.

After the portal opened above, me and dickface were sucked through. I always felt weird traveling through the Transportalponder. This time was even stranger. It felt like we were moving very fast, in a very short amount of time. Everything was black, like space, but I could see an oval of blue in the distance. We were flying at that, it seemed.

We flew through the blue oval. Before we hit it, it split open in the middle. After going through it, the scenery changed. We were falling to the ground, in what seemed to be a forest. He hit the ground first, and created a small crater. I hit the ground with a thud and a groan. At least when you wore power armor you didn't feel the fall. I got up and looked at my new "pal". He was struggling to get up. It looked as if one of his legs locked up, and it wouldn't move. I saw his rifle laying on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!" he screamed at me. I rushed at his rifle and quickly grabbed it. He looked up at me. "What the fuck?!" he said, with fear in his voice.

I smirked behind my helmet. "What's so scary, tough guy? I got the gun now, bitch!" I laughed. He didn't stop looking at me. My laughing slowly died out. He raised a finger, pointing behind me.

I spun around, and nearly shat myself. It looked like a deathclaw grew fur and replaced it's eyes with red LEDs. It had bone-like armor, and had a white bone-like face-mask, with red lines all over it.

I raised my rifle and activated VATS. Time seemed to freeze around me, and I could clearly see the things body parts. Apparently, I was right in assuming that the face-mask was bone. It had it's own cripple meter.

I decided to target the chest, because it is unarmored. I fired three shots, and the thing's chest exploded on the second shot. It seem to dissipate in a cloud of steam or vapor.

Three more of the dealthclaw lookalikes popped out of the forest. I materialized the Anti-Material rifle (Take that, power armored bastard!) and materialized the Knock Knock, my special fire ax. I swung at the neck of the closest one's neck, decapitating it.

The next one took a swing at me with it's claw, but I dived backwards. I swung at the limb and removed it. The thing grasped it's stump and let out a roar. The third one watched from nearby. This one was larger, and seemed to have an intelligent look in it's eyes.

I was knocked from my thoughts quite literally when I was hit and sent flying into a nearby tree. I looked up to see the armless wonder charging at me. I was smashed through the tree, and rolled on the ground. I groaned, and looked up. The creature was on the ground, struggling to get up with one arm. I used this moment to materialize some Psycho, and inject it. "HAHA, FUCKER!" I yelled out, feeling myself become stronger than usual. I leap up, and grabed my ax.

I charged at the monster, and swung my ax at it's midsection, slicing it in half. I stomped on it's skull for good measure, before looking at the last wolf-thing.

We start circling around each other, looking for a weakness in the other. "Fuck this." I said, and I materialized my 12.7 SMG and fired at it. The creature dodged to the left, and leaped into the air.

It dived at me with one claw held out, as if to pierce my chest. I dodge to the right, barely avoiding death. I fire another burst at it's chest. It gets to it's feet, and spins around to me. My gun gets sent flying out of my hands as it strikes me. I'm thrown to the ground.

I roll away, and get up. I materialize a plasma grenade. When it charges at me again, I hold my ground.

It sprints at me, and I leap into it. My shoulder smashes into it's chest, and we tumble onto the ground.

While it's dazed, I arm the grenade, and stuff it into it's mouth. I jump off it's chest, and sprint away. The grenade goes off in a green explosion, gooifying it's body.

I sigh after the hard fought battle. I pick up my dropped weapons, and go to check my power armored pal.

He's gone. The slippery bastard must have slipped away, hoping I died to those things. He couldn't have gotten far, and that power armor was bound to leave tracks.

I decided to take a break, so I sat down on a log. I materialized a bottle of whiskey, and popped off my helmet. I brought the bottle to my face to see the refection.

I promptly dropped the bottle, hearing it shattering. I gasped, and looked down for a piece of glass large enough to function as a mirror. I find a chunk, and hold it up to my face.

Which has been promptly ghoulified. Not the average, run of the mill brownish-tan ghoul like Hadrian, but more like the blood red of the Divide's Marked Men. "Oh shit!" I said, now hearing the raspy ghoul voice. It was disguised by my gas mask on the helmet, but now I could hear it.

That damned Transportalponder! It's the only reasonable explanation. The amount of radiation acquired from traveling that long in the portal "dimension" must have been extreme for someone not wearing a Radiation Suit.

'My beautiful face...'

A/N: And here is the third chapter. I had the idea of the Courier becoming a ghoul for a while now, and I think I did it pretty good. And the Marked Men are badass.

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