Part Two of Day Two: A Family Destroyed

I walked into the house with the hanging skeleton...obviously a bad move after I had did it. There were two hooded people inside who instantly turned their heads towards the opening door...and me, who was coming through it.

"You...you killed our friends, and now you're here to pillage our homes..." One of the hooded men said, angrily.

"I didn't know that this was your home...I'm simply searching for supplies..." I said, trying to defend myself. "I only killed some of you because they attacked me..." I said.

"You are an outsider...we warned you to leave, but you chose to remain. You were going to rob our dead, you killed several of us, and now you're coming into one of our homes." The other hooded man said.

"Can't we simply coexist in peace? Why must I leave instantly? I can't leave...so either we need to start getting along, or we'll end up just continuously fighting until I can leave." I said.

"No. You carry the stench of death...that's why he located you so fast...the stench brings back horrible memories...and you must die for it, but we chose to give you a chance to leave unlike the others who carried that stench. They are all dead now. Even if we would ignore the stench, you've killed us, and this is the second time you've entered our territory. But now it's one of our homes. One of these times...you'll make the fatal mistake that most outsiders do...then, it'll be over for you. Just like your whole damn Vault." The hooded man said.

I remembered what the Vault Boy had said in the elevator.

"Also they've been spraying the elevator with some type of gas while I've been speaking as well. It won't kill you, but...I would find some way to get that stench off of you, IMMEDIATELY."

I cursed at Vault-Tec in my thoughts.

"You say that like you think I care about their deaths. I didn't care about them, and they didn't care about me. In fact, we did what I suggested we should do. Coexist peacefully. But it seems like all you want is either my blood or your own." I said. Dogmeat was already snarling and ready to fight.

"Those who act like they are isolated, or isolate themselves, will simply die faster." One of the hooded men said.

"All I need is my gun, and my dog which you assholes tried to get to kill me, and I'm happy. You seem like you're not going to back down, so..." I said, pulling out my pistol, and firing twice at the first hooded man.

The shots landed right in his right arm...yet, he didn't show pain, or fear. He didn't even acknowledge the wound.

Dogmeat went right at the second one, and leaped onto him.

"We bleed...we die. We have hatred, and lust for revenge...you shall die. We simply want to live in peace by ourselves, but outsiders make it a living hell for us. So we show them a true hell." The wounded hooded man said. There was a hatred in his eyes, that I had never seen before.

He just stood there...staring into my eyes.

Why didn't he fight back...? Why did I feel reluctant to pull the trigger? What is it with these people?

"Go ahead...pull the trigger, prove my point that all outsiders want to kill us." The wounded hooded man said. Dogmeat had already finished off the one he was mauling, and simply snarled at the still alive one, as if it was waiting to see if I wanted it dead or not.

I squeezed the trigger, and a bullet landed right in the hooded man's face, killing him instantly. I didn't expect what happened next. A little hooded child came running down the stairs, crying. He fell to the ground when he saw the two bodies.

"Noo...papa...uncle..." He cried.

I had just now destroyed a family by squeezing the trigger of my gun only three times. I was speechless. I could only stare down at the child, and feel a terrible sense of regret. But I couldn't undo what had just happened.

The child looked up at me, and stared right at me. The tears stopped, and as if the flame of hatred was passed on, I saw the same look of hatred in the father's eyes in the child's eyes. Even Dogmeat was upset by my actions, as I could hear a low whine coming from him.

Then, after the regret had settled...I suddenly had another thought.

What if the child would tell the other hooded people of what I have done, or my current location? They would no doubt kill me. As before, I only had killed in self defense after mistakenly trespassing. But now, I destroyed a family, and made one of their children break down and cry...

I'd be a dead man.

End of Part Two of Day Two: A Family Destroyed


He's gotten himself into a corner this time. What will happen next? Who knows...I do, but what's the fun in spoiling it in an author's note?

Adios, and review if you feel like it.

~TGG333