Thank to Ninth Lady and XxCheshireGrinxX, reviews sadly are too important to the continuation of this story, so thanks again. Enjoy!
It was staggering that the bright over head lights had not awoken her sooner. Instead it was the 'buzzing' of her prison that woke her, a blue force field kept her in place, perched up above the floor like a trapped animal. Everything was white as she cracked her eyes open. Blinding white light that didn't really go away, even after her eyes began adjusting to the new sterile surroundings.
She was in the Enclave base, she realized this even before her eyes landed on the pompous face of Colonel Autumn. He was leering at her with the edge of his lips turned up. That face made her belly tighten in the worst possible way. Her mind was still at sea as he started to speak to her. The voice came off slow and loud in her ears. Like he was talking through some thick sticky goo. As hard as she tried to concentrate she couldn't put the words together in a logical order. She could hear but not make sense of any of it. All that she understood was his tone of voice, it was evilly calm, almost belittling and he wouldn't stop smirking at her as he spoke. The bastard. The filthy scum, she thought.
As he continued his lecture she moved one knee forward, the action resulted in a 'fizzle' like sound and a sharp jolt of pain.
She took a sharp inhale and held in her groan of pain, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction as he already looked amused with the fact that she tried to struggle. He knew she was in pain, so why give him the pleasure of seeing it. His voice paused for a moment and then continued when she stilled. What was he saying? she tried in vain to shake her head of the drugs effects.
Then she heard another voice.
With a startled expression she spun her head around seeking out the source of the voice. Where?
No one else was with them, a little flashing light caught her attention above the door. An intercom? her mind began to clear as the monotone voice gave the Colonel orders to vacate. He didn't seem pleased about that. Perhaps he was really enjoying his speech. With little reluctance he did leave, but not before giving her a disgusting lecherous look. A look that promised everything she never wanted. Instinctually her face scrunched up with peril at the very idea, she was definitely getting the hell out of this place, one way or another.
"There, alone at last. Please, don't mind Colonel Autumn, he is very passionate about are cause. He means well."
Her brain was clear and his words were being understood, she focused on the voice as her eyes ran up the device that was holding her.
"If you'll please remain calm, I would like to speak with you in person."
A metal sound alerted her to the door, it began to unlatch and open with a 'swish' sound. It exposed a metal grated hallway, clean and shiny. She breathed in and held her breath.
"I'll be waiting." the voice ended with a sharp cut off from the intercom. Another mechanical sound alerted her to her 'prison' as the field around her began to flash and cut out. A soft 'buzz' sounded as the whole device shut off and she was released, dropping down to the ground. Her left ankle landed awkwardly and she yelped falling to her knees. With tears in her eyes she looked up at the empty 'prison'.She must have dropped a good four feet, now she was on the cold hard floor.
Despite her predicament she remained fairly neutral. Fairly calm as it were. Her body didn't pulse with anger like she assumed it would after being drugged and kidnapped. Well, maybe it 'was' the drug? she thought about it and determined that was the cause, some way to still keep her in chains without the actual chains getting in her way.
Come to think of it, she didn't feel much of anything. Was this they're plan? To have her as emotionless as possible. To do there bidding. A little jolt of fear went through her then at the idea. Fear...
At least she was feeling something now...
After she exited her 'cell' she fully expected to just waltz down a few corridors and be speaking with this 'Eden'. Was it the drug again causing her to assume things? She rubbed the back of her neck as a warm feeling began building along her skin. After just a minute of walking the Enclave soldiers began opening fire on her. One of their green plasma shots hit her square in the chest. Knocking the wind out of her. It stung but her brain switch immediately to survival mode, the pain was pushed aside and she found cover within seconds. Her body quivered, hidden in the shadows as she began hacking up small amounts of stomach acid. The taste was atrocious..
She shivered with one hand against the wall supporting her, she spit the rest of the 'vomit' on the floor and pulled out a shitty 10mm pistol. She was gonna have to be patient if she was going to kill one of them with it though. Another plasma shot hit the wall opposite her, farther behind. She cocked the gun and leaned over the corner of her cover, firing her first few shots right into there intended target. The head of an Enclave brute.
Surprisingly the soldiers head was cripple with those first few shots. Was her shot better now thanks to this drug too? She grinned all of a sudden and shot him a few more times as he stopped to grab his damaged head. It was easy to imagine the poor head of the soldier rolling on the ground. Again she free aimed a few more rounds and sure enough, he was down. That quick! The other Enclave soldier was behind a crate, firing when she broke her cover.
She inhaled deeply with her back to the wall, hidden, she was getting a strange high now after killing the first soldier. Her arms felt fuzzy and her mind was clear as purified water. With a well practice movement she reloaded the pistol, pulling back the chamber and cocking it. The sounds made her feel floaty and content. As if any outcome was fine by her.
"Oh.." she smiled producing a breathy sound.
It took only five rounds this time before the soldier fell with a heavy thud, right on his back with his arms and legs splayed. She stood in between the two now, feeling quit delighted as a pool of blood began leaking from a crack in one of there power helmets. With a toss she deserted the crappy pistol, picking up the much larger and more deadly plasma rifle. It felt so light in her grasp and she lifted it up and down testing it's weight. Whatever the drug was it was something anyone could become addicted to, who didn't want to feel uninhibited by daily stresses all the damn time?
The drug worked so well she hadn't even thought of Charon once since she had awoken. With the worlds weight off her shoulders, or so it felt like, she made her way down the endless corridors and junctions, making quick work of any soldiers in her way.
Two and a half weeks later.....
She didn't know how much time it had taken her to stand there now, in that spot. She hadn't moved from in front of the Museum for some time now. The fact that she was here now made her mind swirl. It must have been weeks, weeks of hardships she had to overcome with out him.
Charon.
She smiled, finally. Since she had left Ridge Rock and the president Eden to 'his' self destruction she couldn't remember smiling. When she managed to escape the compound she was left bruised and battered, the withdrawal from the drug had hit hard and in the worst place. The wastes. She had been very ill. Thankfully she had managed to hide herself in a rocky basin where she stayed until her body stopped throbbing. When the strength found her she got to a safe haven, all she needed to do then was punch in her coordinates and before she knew it, Megaton was facing her.
Despite her shock it was Nova who actually took her in, let her sleep in her bed and recover. The whore didn't seem all that disgusted when she found out about her and Charon. In fact she even asked her a few questions about the ghouls anatomy, acting as sheepish as a prostitute could, and if not but the next night she could have sworn she heard Nova and Gob doing 'things' in the room behind her. Though she was happy that Gob was finally getting some, she wasn't to happy about hearing it. From the noise he was making, Nova was doing a good job too. She still couldn't look him straight in the eye.
One day Nova brought her news from Moriarty, that a certain ghoul had been by a few days earlier, looking for the Vault girl. He was still alive, she thought happily. The relief washed over her, coaxing her into sleep and sleep she did.
After a week of being bed ridden, and being at the mercy of a pounding headboard her body had begun to return to normal. Though she had lost a lot of weight while she suffered her withdrawals and now her body looked weak and bony. The muscles that defined her beautifully were now miniscule and she was almost embarrassed to let her ghoul see her in her current state. So she had decided to walk from megaton to the outskirts of DC before using the fast travel on her Pipboy.
Another week and now she stood where she had wanted to be for so long. In front of the Museum of History, and if she knew any better Charon was there. Probably sitting in some withered chair, drinking.
With a large inhale and a slow exhale she placed her palms on the doors and pushed them open, cold darkness engulfed her and the sweet thick familiar smell greeted her. She was close to home. Close to him.
Almost!