A/N: Hey allz! Back again with the next chapter of my Fallout 3 fan fic! It's been longer than I Would've liked it to be to get the next chapter up, but I blame my girlfriend for that. Lmao so this is the next chappie and I hope ya'll enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FALLOUT 3 OR ANY PART OF THE FRANCHISE.

Chapter 9
Little Voice's Origins

(Memory Sequence)

Darkness. It's all around us. Amata and I were only twelve, but we had heard those stories of the reactor level being haunted. Back then, it seemed oh so real, but we had to have known, in some logical part of my brain, that there was no such thing as ghosts. Butch Deloria and Wally Mack had talked us into going down there one night to explore.

"What are you, a girl?" Butch teased, hair already slicked back in his signature look.

"Yea Butch, in fact we are. Or did you forget that?" Amata snaps back from my left as we stand in front of the door that closed off the reactor level from the stairs that lead up to the housing areas.

"Shut the hell up you stupid little bitch. You can't even stand up for yourself without your pet dyke here to fight for you," Butch sneered at us and stepped up with his fists clenched at his side. Wally stepped in between us and put his hand on Butch's chest before he could get any closer to us.

"Hey come on guys, stop fighting or else one of the guards are gonna hear us and come down here," his voice was shaky with fear. Butch pushed his hand away and glared at him. Amata and I let out the collective breath we had been holding and stepped back too. That is the last thing that we needed is getting caught down here. Dad would be so mad and the Overseer would prolly birth a pack of Brahmin if he caught us down here after curfew.

"Okay, so Lilith, you go first cause you know this place best. You've been down here a lot with that egghead so you know where the door is."

I glare at him in the soft light and resist the urge to punch him in the face. "He had a name, Butch. Try using it." I reply as I drop to one knee in front of the door with a bobby pin and borrowed screwdriver to pick the door.

"And Wally used to name his boogers but that doesn't mean jackshit to me so hurry it up," comes his snark reply as he moves to check if anyone is at the top of the stairs. Amata mutters something about guys being pigs. Wally, blushing at having his secret revealed, mumbles something that sounds similar to, 'that was once when I was five and you promised not to tell anyone.'

I bite my lip in concentration praying to God that I don't break the lock. "Can't you hurry the hell up? If you take any longer it'll be morning," as patient as ever is out resident royal pain in my ass. "I mean, couldn't you have just 'borrowed' the egghead's key?" He says the word borrowed in quotes meaning steal it from Jonas.

I pause trying to pick the lock and turn to glare at him from my spot on the ground. "No Butch, I couldn't just 'borrow' Jonas' key. So if you think you can do any better, why aren't you the one down here trying to open the door?" I say the name with venom because Butch keeps calling him an egghead, prolly just jealous that he'll never be that smart. After sticking my tongue out at them, I turn back to the lock, giving it my undivided attention. After a minute, the lock snaps and I smile triumphantly as I push it open.

"I knew you could do it!" Amata hugs me tightly before walking into the open door.

"'bout damn time," Butch mumbles as he pushes past me with Wally in tow. I flip off his back and follow them in closing the door behind us. I flip on the light switch and the lights flicker on blinding us. I blink until I can see again and watch as the others mill around.

I stand near the door and watch them because I've been done here a lot with Dad and Jonas so it's nothing amazing to me. Sometimes I wish that I could have the same sense of awe about these things that they do, I mean it's cool and all, but Dad's books are so much better. So is killing radroaches with my BB gun.

"Okay, I think we've been down here long enough to put to rest all the rumors about this place being haunted," Amata says as she comes back over to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow at school Lilith. Be careful going back to your room."

I hug her and open the door ushering her out. "I think you have more to worry about then I do my dear, I mean my dad is just the doctor. Yours is the Overseer."

"Yea, I know don't remind me," Amata rolls her eyes and closes it behind her as she goes. I walk in to see where the guys got to so I can get them out before we get caught.

"Butch? Wally? Come on you guys, time to go before we go get-" the words catch in my throat as I'm hit in the back of the head and fall to the floor. I roll to the side to see Butch and Wally towering above me, lead pipes in hand. I let out a whimper and flip quickly to my stomach trying to get away from them. Butch lands a well place kick to my ribs knocking the air from my lungs. I curl into a ball to protect my stomach as they kick me more.

"You're not so tough now, huh Lilith?" Butch sneers as he motions for Wally to stop his assault.

"Why are you guys doing this to me?" I whine helplessly from the floor.

"Why are we doing this to you?" Butch sneers down at me. "Now that's a really stupid question. I thought you were smarter than that. No, I'm tired of you, little Miss Innocent. Your always getting the Tunnel Snakes into trouble." He licks at me again, this time the toe of his boot connecting painfully with my jaw.

"I don't get you in trouble, you get yourselves in trouble," I manage to reply through the blood spilling from my mouth from my bit tongue and probable busted lip.

"Liar," Wally says as he starts to hit my back and shoulders with the lead pipe in his hand. My body bows as I howl in pain and try to roll away from my tormentors. "Liar!" he shouts again as he redoubles his efforts and lands a blow at the base of my skull. White spots dance across my vision then the world fades to black.

Vaguely, through the haze, I can hear Butch and Wally discussing where to ditch their weapons and then the heavy metal door latching securely behind them.

The next thing I remember is a blinding white light and Dad's frantic voice calling out to me. "Lilith? Lilith, please tell me you can hear me baby. I need you to wake up, please wake up. I can't lose you -not like I lost your mother- please honey, wake up."

A/N: WHOOOO! So, there it was as always feedback is love and request/suggestions are always welcome my lovlies!