Fallout C4
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Pacer's P.O.V

I moseyed around Freeside for a good while, what the Kid had done a few years back had gone. The junkies were back, NCR squatters still taking up freeside and the follower's still doing their best. Either way, the story of the kid was passed around and we were still waiting for him to come back, we needed him back.

"Pace, there's something going on at the front gate." A lil' king ran up to me.

Lil' kings were kids we took off the street, keeping them away from the jet fiends around. I followed him to the front gate, there they were. 2 guys and a girl, none of them looked as if they belonged here. I walked up to them, about to ask where they'd come from, however my hand stayed on my pistol.

"You look familiar." I looked carefully at the shortest guy, his eyes reminded me of someone.

He stared at me for a second, before he retrieved something inside his jacket.

"You're Pacer right?" He spoke gruffly.

He opened his hand, a silver lighter in his hand, the one that I gave to the kid when he left town.

"Kid?" I figured it out, they both had the same bright blue eyes.

He shook his head solemnly and put the lighter in his jacket again.

"Dead... I need to talk to the king and inform him myself." He kept his eyes on me.

It didn't make any sense, the kid had walked to Primm with the NCR. Anyone who could have survived that could have survived anything, there was something else bugging me though, the bandanna around his face.

"Who were you to Kid?" I needed to know where this guy came from before the king saw him at least.

"We came from the same slave camp. NCR split us up, I found him in GoodSprings, shot in the head." He explained, showing some sadness as he explained the relation he had to the kid.

I didn't bother asking about the other 2 that came with him. I left them to go to the school, left them to talk to the king whilst I got over the news. Whoever the guy was who shot the Kid was, I knew he was going to pay. That guy had a look in his eyes, like he'd seen men die in violent ways. I hoped he put the pain on the murderer, just to pay back the life. Not the greif.

The King's P.O.V

Rex was enjoying a good stroke, what the Kid had done for him was a miracle, where-ever the Kid was now. I hoped he was safe, this train of thought was broken when a shadow stood next to my table. The kings around me all visbely tensed up.

"I have bad news for you King." He stood over me.

I noticed his hand was open, the silver lighter Pace had given to the Kid was placed on my table. Instantly I knew what happened, grief struck me, Rex whimpered.

"Kid was shot in the head in Goodsprings. He was robbed on a courier job, I've tracked the killer to Vegas. He will suffer for this." He explained as he stepped back from the table.

"Hold on now. Who the hell are you?" I stood up.

Instantly, all the Kings were stood. Guns drawn, aimed at the head of this guy who just walked into the school. Bold as could be. Yet, he didn't react, his eyes were still fixed on me.

"Jason, now. You can all shoot me if you want, but Alex will go unavenged." His eyes were still fixed on me.

It was like he wasn't scared of death, he didn't care about the Kings. I lifted a hand, the kings put their guns away. It wasn't as if the guy blinked, he did nothing except wait.

"Where is he? The killer." I grabbed the guy's jacket, now I saw fear. He knew that if he killed me the entire of Freeside was going to try and kill him.

"Vegas, and I'm going to be the one." His eyes opened wide as he pulled his head toward mine.

Seeing the emotion in his eyes, the determination and the fear told me everything that I needed to know. He was a killer, not what the Kid was. However, there was something that irked me.

"Alex?" I let go of him.

"Kid's name. He never told anyone 'cause he forgot." The guy still looked directly into my eyes.

I had nothing left to say, the guy was about to walk out.

"Jason," I spoke.

He turned as I tossed the lighter his direction. He caught the lighter like it was no problem at all.

Willow's P.O.V

Niner had wandered off into the Atomic Wrangler, knowing that Jason had grown up here was difficult. The amount of people who had come up to me asking if I was selling Jet was astronomical. I was relieved that Jason came out of the building faster than I thought he would have done.

"That was depressing." He sighed, pocketing the lighter he used to get Pacer away from us.

"Do they know, that you're who you were?" I wondered if this was the right thing to do.

Jason sighed and rubbed his forehead, I'd been bugging him about this for a while now. It was something that I needed to know about, holding out on me wasn't going to help him in anyway possible.

"Listen Willow, I wont tell you again. Who I was before is dead. Dead. Not coming back. Non-existant. Erased from existance. Lost but not forgotten, understand?" He was annoyed with me to say the least.

"Ok, I'm just saying this feels wrong." I began.

Jason froze, stood in place, his eyes not meeting mine.

"What's wrong in this world Willow? Fucking everything, that's what! This is my problem, not your, you wont be effected by this because you never knew me before Kid died!" He turned finally.

Beyond the anger in his eyes, I could see the hurt. Deep down he knew something about this was wrong, this strange feature about Jason's personality was something I'd never learned to understand.

"I'm sorry." He sighed.

He turned his head and shook it, he realised that getting angry with me questioning him wasn't the best way forward. Anyone else, and I would have walked away, even if they'd gotten my stuff back.

"Don't worry about it." I smiled patting him on the shoulder.

It was then we saw the two white coats carrying a stretcher into the Atomic Wrangler. Both Jason and I knew exactly what was going on.

The fort, 2 hours later.

I'd fixed up what had happened at the Wrangler. Niner had done a bit of damage to the place, nothing that a little Abraxo cleaner couldn't help. Soon I found myself stood outside the fort's doors, the place I'd stayed the most as the Kid. This would be the worst part of the visit to Freeside, facing Jullie again would be hard.

With Willow stood next to me, I found hope that the bandanna would be enough to hide my face, even though the swelling around my eye had died down close to nothing. Which was the correct thing to do, seeing as Jullie walked up to us none-the-wiser.

"Listen, if you need medical attention you're going to need to wait." She spoke clearly, she cleary was annoyed with the state that Niner had found himself in.

"You're Jullie right?" I began, starting my speech even though I was certain that she would somehow be able to see through the bandanna and the scar to see the Kid standing in the courtyard again.

"Yes, why what do you need?" Her face turned concerned, she suspected something already.

"I uh, you're a friend of Kid right?" I began.

"Kid's gone, I don't know what you want with him but he isn't here. Now, unless you have buisness here, I suggest you leave." She turned her back on me.

"I buried him... Did that get your attention? Kid's dead, I'm informing his previous associates from his journel." I lied about the journel, it was better than nothing.

Jullie froze, she turned to me, hurt filling her eyes. However, I could see from here that the emotion wouldn't last for long. It was good, this meant that there wouldn't be any tears shed over a life that hadn't ended. It also meant that it would be easier to get her to let me help with Niner.

"How did he die? I need to know." She demanded.

"Executed on the way to Vegas, he was running a courier job. So I tracked the killer to Vegas, you don't need to worry about revenge." I gave her the answer I gave to everyone.

She showed strength as we talked about Kid, or me. It made me think as to whether or not I was the Kid or not anymore. Knowing that my life up to this point was that of the Kid, but now I was Jason, the gunslinger avenger wading through the wasteland laying waste to those who opposed his need for revenge. Whether I liked it or not, I realised that I was a killer, but I could still help people.

"My friend, the addict. He needs help, badly. If you don't mind, I'd like to tend to him myself." I asked Julie respectively.

"Oh, right. He's in that tent over there. Help yourself." Julie realised something, that I had changed slightly and was acting more like the kid now.

Here's the thing, I knew that Julie figured me for the Kid. However, I got to the tent with Niner lying down in it, quickly I set my pack down as Willow had already found the tent as I talked with Julie.

"His vest took most of the damage, I don't know why he isn't waking up." She showed me the vest, however, I was more concerned with Niner.

His breathing was normal, but ragged due to the inflammation caused by his drug usage. His pulse was slightly irregular, making me feel concerned for him. I realised that his drinking was worse than his drug use. What I had in store for him was something that he would probably try and kill me for, but it was worth the risk if I could get Niner off of the drugs.

Quickly, I took the bag of drugs and took it to Julie. She let me use her laboratory, allowing me to create a powerful detox for Niner. Instant cold-turkey I called it, I had no choice but to 'borrow' one of the syringes lying around to administer the detox to Niner. If it didn't wake him up, it would be an extremely powerful fix, enough to get him off of the drugs for good.

"You have skill." A hooded man entered the tent behind me.

"If you don't mind, we'd like to be left alone with our friend." Willow sighed as she watched Niner's body twitched.

The man did not listen to Willow, instead he decided to kneel down to me. He looked down, deep into my eyes. It was then I realised that this man was surving slave from the Legion camp I was born in. With my bandanna still in place, there wasn't much of a chance of him making me for the Kid.

"You remember the camp well then? I can see it in your eyes, it still haunts you to this day." He pressed, lowering his voice so that no-one could hear us.

Shocked, I pressed for answers.

"Who are you?" I tried.

"I am known as Seeker, my friends and I are looking for someone who was a Slave along side us. I want to take him to his family." Seeker explained.

"What if this person has a new family?" Willow asked.

"There is no stronger bond than blood." Seeker answered ignorantly.

I couldn't lie to him, yet I gave it a shot.

"I think the person you're looking for is dead. My brother had a legion burn on his back, I buried him a few days ago. It's in Goodsprings if you want to take a look." I had to get him away from me as soon as possible, or let everyone know that Kid was back on the block.

"Dead... I see. Your family adopted him?" He was twigging on, there was only one thing for it.

"I considered him my brother, we were good friends," I explained.

Seeker was looking deep into my eyes at this point, until he sighed and reached inside his coat. Instantly my hand went for the revolver, but I let go as soon as I saw what Seeker was producing from his coat. Something small dangling from a chain, it looked like a large coin until I realised what it was. It was the Slave trainer's medallion. Now I found myself looking at the damned thing deep in shock, Seeker had found his mark.

"I understand now... Alright, I will leave you alone now. Hopefully your friend will get better." He smiled as he stood up and walked out of the tent.

Rage and fear struck me, slaves from the camp had come to find Kid. Yet once they'd found me they left me alone, it didn't make sense in the slightest. However, this train of thought was disrupted when Niner began to cough badly. Carefully, I placed him on his side and kept him there. Lowering the chance of him dying. Finally, I decided to rest, after all it wasn't going to be long until we needed to leave, lest the guy who tried to kill me disappear over night.

Niner's P.O.V

I woke up in a tent, a raging head ache and something else going on that wouldn't sound too well if I spoke about it out loud. Looking around hurt, that suit knew how to fight, I'll give him that, even if he got a cheap shot in.

"Well Niner, you managed it again didn't you?" Jason came into view, he hovered over me. The bandanna off of his face.

It was a crooked smile he gave me, but he couldn't really help that.

"Am I good?" I asked dumbly.

"Could be worse, you could look like me. You should be gratefull James doesn't carry a knife." He sighed, dabbing at my eye with a damp cloth.

This whole thing was caused by this guy, James. He was trying to sell me something, couldn't quite remember whatever it was.

"I've got to tell you something. All your chems are gone Niner, I didn't have the money to pay for the damages you caused in there, you should be gratefull the followers are here. This should help." He took the cloth off of my head.

When he helped me up into a sitting position, I saw what he had in the bag. Fixer, my worst nightmare.

"No man, I can't do that." I stuttered, looking at the dreaded detox in the bag.

Jason chuckled and stood up, it was then I noticed the dark coat he was wearing was missing and was instead replaced with a normal sized jacket. His dark jeans were now a light blue. His leather boots were replaced with sneakers like mine.

"What happened to your outfit?" I asked, confused.

Jason blushed, he'd done something to need new clothes.

"I sold 'em. I lost all my caps in Novac... Do you know how long you've been out?" Jason changed the subject.

"What?" I pulled myself to my feet,

"2 days, the detox took all your energy away. You shouldn't need any more chems for a while." He explained breifly.

I noticed that I did feel a little better, the ragging in my throat was gone which was a blessing in itself, in a way Jason did me a favour with the fixer. Now all I had to do was stay away from the chems, I left that for Willow and Jason to take care of.

"Hey kid, dreaming about Vegas yet? All the Women and all the Men you could ask for huh?" I joked with him.

The concept of sex was something that Jason didn't understand, not too well anyway. I guessed that he'd never had anyone to talk to him about it. I gave him a breif explination of what it was, leaving out the skeptical scientific stuff I didn't understand, when it came to a certain point, a look of realisation came over him.

"That's what they did to me!" He called out.

"What?" I was confused.

"The Legion, in the camp. It wasn't like you explained it, though, it hurt like hell each time." He explained to me.

That's when I realised he didn't understand the concept of rape either, I soon figured that no-one decided to teach him about the things that had happened to him. His past was fuzzy to me, I didn't quite know who to be pissed at.

"Look kid, sex and what happened to you in that camp are two different things." I did my best to explain some of the things that had happened to him.

Willow suddenly put her blonde head through the door to check on me, finding me stood on my feet she came into the tent fully.

"Well look who's up, it's about time." She sighed as she came into the room.

"You can't blame him, the detox took too much energy out of him." Jason defended me for whatever reason he needed.

After a while of getting used to being on my feet again. I decided to go outside into the bright sun, or at least the bright sun that was rising. It looked as if there was something wrong there, there were more people around here then there were in the actuall town than I thought there would be.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Freeside doesn't have that many places to sleep, the fort is the last place for some people. Most wont take their help." Jason explained.

"Who are those guys?" Willow pointed over to a crowd of people who were all dressed similarly.

"They're NCR, they were telling me that someone had started a fight in freeside. They kept the peace for a while. They held up here for the night just in case something kicks off again." Jason explained moving over to the door.

We followed him to the outside, the 3 securitrons that were guarding the door had been destroyed, the gate was now defended by NCR whilst there were some technition fixing the robots. What had happened was something that I really didn't understand. We neared the gate and instantly, a sense of overwealming anticipation washed over me, then I remembered something that was said by Jason to just give me the biggest downer I'd ever had in a while.

'I've got no caps Niner' was all I could hear.

"Hey, where do you think you're going Vegas is for adults." The guard spoke directly to Jason.

"Funny, I'm a courier. Here." Jason gave him a piece of paper.

Instantly the guard reversed his position and let us through but stopped Willow and me.

"Passport please." He drowned.

Jason's head turned, he looked pissed.

"Hey, Pvt Incompetence. They're my guards." He snapped at the guard.

Fear struck the guard, silently he let us past. And in a glorious moment of victory, we entered Vegas. Jason's first veiw of the strip must have been insane. However, when we entered the strip we saw a different veiw. Many of the securitron's were down, more technitions were fixing up the robots and more guards protected the gates.

"What in the hell is going on?" Willow asked.

"Legion sapper Ma'am, EMP struck out the securitrons. Not to worry, we're getting them up again soon." One NCR soldier explained.

I could see the darkness in Jason's eyes, the Legion had ruined another part of his life without even trying to. I could see true hatred in his eyes for the legion, something I'd never seen before.

"He's in McCarren now right?" He asked.

"Yes sir, he's under questioning now." A less incompetent soldier spoke to him.

Jason sighed heavily.

"I swear, I'm gonna nail Ceaser to the cross myself one day." His hand reached around himself.

He rubbed his back, something was wrong.

"Hey, that's for gettin' to. What are we going to do whilst we're here?" I tried to brighten the mood of the others as we walked further up the strip.

"There's something I need to do, I've got to find that rat before he does something like this again. Now... Smirks, over-confidence..." Jason surveyed the strip looking around trying to find someone who would know who had tried to kill him.

His eyes seemed to lock onto a man surrounded by others. A daisy suit graced him as he swaggered into the Tops casino.

"That's him." The lighter side Jason had showed since he shed his coat had vanished, he seemed to feel more hatred than he ever did before. I began to see the rage inside come out slightly.

"Jason, think about this a little. We can't just walk up there and execute him." Willow made a good point.

"I know that, but I can. You two need to find someplace safe to stay... If all goes well, we should meet somewhere. I know it sounds bleak, but if it goes wrong I don't think I'll be making it out of there. If, if that happens, I'm taking that prick with me. You two don't need to do anything with my body or anything. But that's if it goes wrong." Jason turned to us.

What he said shook me slightly, he knew there was a chance he would die. However, it was like he didn't want to be remembered. I finally understood that what was going through Jason's head. He died once already, dying again didn't seem that phasing to him.

"Hopefully that doesn't happen." Willow put a hand on Jason's head and ruffled his hair lightly.

Jason did something then, with some speed and force, he pulled all 3 of us into a hug. He let go once he realized that I was uncomfortable.

"I love you guys. See you in an hour." He began to walk off towards the Tops, I knew that somehow, he'd live through this.

"Kid, find us in Gomorrah!" I called. Jason heard me, everyone could hear the crack in my voice.

Willow looked to me, I looked to her. This was the first time I'd been this close to a fine woman like her, whilst clean at least. Gomorrah seemed to be the best place for us all to go, especially to get Jason started and to unwind in a hot mess. I lead Willow to Gomorrah who instantly made the dancers outside.

"Why here Niner?" She asked.

"You'll see soon."