Disclaimer: I still don't own Fallout
AUTHOR NOTE: So, I have no excuse for being so inactive. I've been meaning to update a lot of my stories but just haven't for no good reason. Anyway, sorry and here is chapter four.
"Get off me."
"You wish to be on top?"
"Get off me and get out!"
"I take it that's a no." Vuples smirked.
"Get ou-ah!" Lucius gasped.
The sun was high in the sky and Hans was tired and very...afraid. He had seen Lucius being "punished" and he had been terrified. While, it had felt good, it had also been painful and...very different. Hans couldn't understand how it was a punishment at first but that changed quickly when they were actually inside him. However, he felt a little...comforted by Lucius' present. He wasn't sure what it was, he simply felt relaxed and calmed by the older male's presence.
Hans turned his head slightly when he heard footsteps coming close. He saw Lucius approaching him and nearly laughed when the man tried to greet him in German. While he had tried to avoid the man as much as possible, he couldn't bring himself to actually leave now that the man was coming towards him, "Goo-tan...uhm...a-band?" Lucius stuttered.
Hans let out a small laugh, "Guten Abend, I assume. How are you today?"
Lucius gave a look as though he had conquered the Dam. "Very good. How are you?"
"I've...been better." Hans said, "You vere in trouble last night."
"What?"
"I vas about to go talk to you, but I...accidentally saw." Hans looked at the ground, "I'm very sorry."
Lucius swallowed, "Oh."
"Yes, vell, I'll see you soon. I have vork to attend to."
"Oh, bye." Lucius waved goodbye and Hans left quickly. Not even caring to wave goodbye to him. Lucius sighed, he felt sad now that the man was gone.
Blood splattered all over Hans' clothes and some of it even went into his mouth. They had won the battle but, right when he had started to gloat, he had been shot in the shoulder and had fallen off the Alpha. "Ouch! Now zat hurt." He groaned and pressed his hand against the fresh wound.
He was too far from the other Legionnaires and other Deathclaws, so crying out would be useless. The Alpha had run off, not knowing that Hans had fallen. He heard footsteps approaching and he swallowed when he realized it wasn't a comrade.
"Oh, Guten Abend! Vhat might you...three, four, five, six?! Oh, I mean, vhat might you six be doing out?" He asked, startled at how many enemy soldiers had happened to find him.
One of them, the only female, moved forward suddenly and kicked Hans in the jaw. "Ack, zat vas very rude!" Hans hissed in pain.
One kicked him in the head and he became very dizzy, even though he was already lying down. Everything was fuzzy and too bright, he covered his eyes. What was that awful noise? It sounded as though someone, a child, was screaming.
"Mommy!" The child screamed in his native tongue, German. A woman ran to him. She had Hans' hair but blue eyes. A man was with her, with eyes similar to Hans', but he had blonde hair.
The man wore a long blue cape and the woman wore black armor that complimented her pale skin.
Hans watched as the woman came and picked up the child.
She held the crying child close and shushed his cries. "We need to go!" The man said, looking at the woman.
"What of our child?" She asked.
Hans heard a war cry. It sounded so familiar, too familiar.
"Mommy, Daddy!" The child said as the cries grew louder and suddenly Hans knew what was making those cries, Legionnaires.
"No," Hans' eyes widened.
"Die, profligate!" A legionary said.
"Monsters! Killers!" The man said, they didn't understand him as he spoke in German, moving to protect the woman and child.
"No, wait!" Hans cried out but it was already too late. The man fell to the ground, blood oozing out the hole in his head and the Legionnaires closed in on the woman and child.
The child was wailing now, crying out for his dead father. "Daddy! Daddy!"
A legionnaire rushed forward and took the wailing child from the woman. "No, please don't hurt my baby!" She sobbed, but they didn't understand a word she said.
"Silence, profligate whore." The man said as he handed the baby off to another male. The other male wasn't dressed like them. He wore a pre-war police outfit with some odd designs in his shirt and a rip in the knee of his pants.
"Look at you, you ugly child." The man said, glaring at the pale, sobbing child. The child begun to fight, slashing at the man's face and eyes.
"Stop struggling, you little whelp." The man slung the child over his shoulder and walked away from the woman and other legionnaires.
"No! Mommy! Daddy! Somebody help me!" The child cried, kicking and clawing. The child let out a scream when he saw his mother fall to the ground, lifeless.
"Mommy!" He screamed. He begun to sob and at that moment he didn't care that the man carrying him was a monster. He curled up and sobbed into the crook of the man's neck. The man stopped walking.
He was silent for a long time before he held the child away to look at his face. Something like guilt and remorse washed over the man's features but quickly disappeared. He looked around, making sure no one was looking. Instead of heading towards the camp he took the child far from it. He wasn't sure why, but he sensed that he couldn't let this child become like him, a monster.
The man stopped and crouched, putting the child down and looking him in the eye. "Silence!"
The child sniffled but did as told.
"What is your name, boy?"
"H-Hans."
"Courier, wake up." Hans groaned and sat up, looking around the room as he did so. He noticed that Lucius, Caesar, and Vuples were all with him.
"You've been out for quite a while." Caesar said.
"Oh," Was all Hans managed to say. He remembered his dream perfectly. The man, woman, child. The legionnaires. The man.
He mentally shook, he was the child. The man and woman, his mother and father. His family. He shook physically this time.
Caesar noticed and raised an eyebrow, "What seems to be troubling you, Courier?"
Hans shook his head, everything, "Nothing."
He looked at Caesar, "I just need some rest." Hans wanted nothing more than to kill the man before him.
Caesar was responsible for his downfall, his transformation. Yet, he couldn't. Something was holding him back. It wasn't his cape nor his current state. Something else.
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