What is up my eager readers? This may be a random question, but if any of you viewers are good at doing Fan-Art, can you guys make me some? 0_0 Sorry if that sounded egotistic, but I can't draw at all and I want some cool pictures to use as my Profile pic. Anyways, if you guys want a character in the Fallout story, tell me now. P.S. the story isn't the point of view of a hero, it is of a bad guy. Well, ENJOY!
A few days after the training session, a few teams of four were summoned by Neil to discuss...something. My team, Michael's team, Beauregard's team, and also Bell's team. Once every team was packed into the small office of Neil, he began talking. "You four teams, excluding your's, Michael, won your battles quickly, with a plan that worked perfectly. Michael, I called in your team because you, the leader, have already achieved the status of 'Classified Operative', I have decided to allow your team to have a fairly equal rank."
"Wait, so you're making us-", started Fort, but he was quickly interrupted by Neil.
"Yes," he started. "...I am making each of you a 'Confidential Informant'. You will break into places to find information, or, if necessary, torture people to get it." He handed everyone but Michael a slip a paper, a paper that, written in a James Fajardo font, contained the new code-names given to us. Mine was 'Death', a fitting name to the man who kills everything he touches. Fort showed me his, 'Rook', Barry's was 'Smoke', and Crystal's was 'Deity'.
I looked at the rest of the subjects in the room, an only one didn't seem to like their code-name, and that was Bell...I think. "Alright, is that everything? Can we go now?", I asked, hoping to spy on a few of the scientists.
"Nope.", Neil said. "Now that you have code-names, you can choose a personal weapon to use on your missions. Kurt, let's start with your team."
"Pistol.", Fort said, not wasting a second. "I don't need no shit custom design, just a plain pistol. I can do changes myself."
Crystal hopped up at the opportunity to get something she really wants. "I want a Katana, 8-inches, that has a purple hilt and grip, with red cloth surrounding the grip.", Crystal said, being very specific with every detail. Barry was pondering on that question hard, like it was impossible to answer.
Me, however, had the perfect plan to become a legacy in this facility, the perfect cover for what I have planned. "I want a scythe. I want the body of it to be about 6-feet long, pitch black. I want the blade of the scythe to be 2-feet long, clear white.", I said, making my new persona, 'Death', quite the beast.
After about 15 minutes, everyone had chosen their weapons and we were returned to our living quarters. Neil told me that he wanted to speak to me, so I had to stay behind for a few minutes. He looked at me and said, "I know that you have been spying on our employees to get the answers of you endless questions. 'Why me? What do they want' How will this end' Let me start off by saying that you have always had the wither power in you, but it took some convincing to bring it out. That is the only thing you have to know, but if you continue to spy on us, we will know."
I laid on my bed and looked up at the roof, wondering to myself, I have a weapon now, but these fuckers are onto me now. I need to be careful, before they find more.I closed my eye and imagined myself, slashing my scythe through the bodies of every single LYING BASTARD, THAT MADE ME THIS WAY! I started dreaming of myself in a grim reaper form of attire, hunting down Neil in a completely dark building, most likely the facility. I phased through multiple walls to catch up to him until he reached a dead-end, where I walked up to him, my scythe scraping against a wall, and whispered into his ears, This is the end of the line for you. Look into Death's face and see the shit you have done for the rest of your life, until you beg for mercy, beg for death.
I woke up and started my normal routine, however, I realized that the fifteen security cameras from the quarters, the hallways, and the mess hall were mainly pointing at me, plus, several of the spy subjects were trying to be my friend or watching me from a distance. I was under investigation by these fuckers now, so I have to keep my own spying under wraps, to not raise any suspicion. I hatched a plan to sneak out of the room without being noticed or followed. I smacked down the tray of a spy and hid in a crowd, but the spy, not knowing who did it, grew pissed off for he had anger issues. All of the guards had to stop him from going berserk and killing everyone, but before they could do that, the spy threw around a few of the food trays, one of which hit and broke a camera. Another covered a camera in food. I ran out the door and took the turns that led to the only room without any cameras or security of any kind-the janitor's closet.
I heard heavy footsteps followed by voices. "Where the fuck is he?!"
"I don't know, but I know he ran this way. I saw him through the wall running this way." I knew that power. It was one of the head spies who led missions that ended up with traitors dead and forgotten. "CRAP! Lets secure his quarters, we can't let him move forward with his plan."
"Remember, we have to find proof before doing anything drastic, like killing him and framing a gang or some shit."
"We better find something before he gets his scythe, we don't want any of our scientists dead."
"HOW THE FUCK DO THEY KNOW OUR PLAN?!", I screamed in the safe haven of the soundproofed room hidden in my hiding place.
Chaos screamed, "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! MAYBE WE SHOULD KILL THEM ALL NOW!"
Discord silently said, "If we do that, it won't be as thrilling as hunting them down, killing them one by one. Plus, we can ruin them by sending information to the governments that refuse to assist these men."
"Discord's right.", I said, Chaos agreeing with me. "We have been here for about sixteen months now. How about, when we have been here for, maybe, two more years, we tell the government and give them enough evidence to raid and destroy this place. In the meantime, we need to know what these sick fucks are up to. Lets make sure that these bastards thrive for mercy."