"You got what you were after, so pay up!"
"Heh, you're crying in the rain pally..."
I thought it would be a dream at first, but the dream seemed, or sound, too real for me. I think I am dreaming, but the voices were so clear in my subconscious. I opened my eyes slowly, feeling myself trying to tug my arms apart. But no avail, I looked down to see both my wrists tied tightly in some raggedy, old rope. I was on my knees, struggling to have myself free from the ropes.
"Hey, look! Our guest is waking up!" One voice sounded from in front of me. I lift my head up to see three male adults standing just feet from where I am positioned. I wanted to scream for help, but no hint of my voice escaped through my mouth. This might not be a dream, but a complete nightmare...
The checker suited male took a puff of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground below him, using his black suit shoe to put the lit up end of the stick off. "Well, it's so unfortunate that you happened to be caught in this little game. But I for one have seemed to have checkmated you." He reached into his pants pocket and pulled up an enlarged, circular chip. The light from the lantern shimmer on it as he waved it around. "You made your last delivery, I'm afraid to say."
I felt myself pushing my brows together as I give off a confused glare at the guy in the middle. But what questions me is the chip he is holding. Why in the hell is a little, insignificant chip that important to him, or why I am delivering it in the first place that got me into this mess! I don't know, but I wish I can find a way to escape this predicament...just need to add in a little more elbow grease. "Come on, let's get it over with!" One of the men started taking a step forward.
The middle guy hold up his right arm, stopping the guy from going further forward. "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face. But I ain't no fink, dig?" He said. Khans? What are these Khans he is talking about? Maybe...maybe those three are them? No...the middle guy looks too clean and proper than the other two in his sides. But, his personality might be just like them. I kept struggling in my supposed dream, feeling the tightness in my wrists through the gray leather gloves.
"We better make this quick. We don't want anybody to suspect anything while its still dark here." The Khan on the right said. He held up his shovel, eyeing me like he wanted to whack me on the side of my head.
"Hmph..." The middle guy harrumphed, putting the chip in his tux before pulling out his 9mm gun to the side. Horror struck in my eyes as I knew this might be my end. "Sorry, hun. Looks like you've got yourself twisted up in this scene. From what you're kneeling it must be an 18-carat run of bad luck." He held the gun up at me and sneered. "Truth is..." I heard a click from his gun. "game was rigged from the start." A loud BAM sounded, making me open my eyes to the harsh light above me.
Hello, readers! This is CrymsonShokwave about to attempt my Fallout story! As you can tell, this story will be based upon the New Vegas game, but this time with my twist. This story will have some differences from the game, so this might be a slight AU. Next chapter will be the introduction of one, yes ONE, of my OCs that will be used. Having a severe case of amnesia from the gun shot, she can only be assumed as "Crimson", which details will be explained. This story is Adventure, Romance, Sci-Fi, and maybe Comedy, and is rated T (will change to M in the future) for strong language, maybe some dialogue gore and violence, suggestive themes and flirtatious content, and sexual content in future chapters. So, please bare in mind that updates might be slow, around 2-4 days tops, so please bear with me. Happy reading!
Extended Summary
Crimson, or so she assumed her name is that, has woken up to a little town of Goodsprings with absolutely no memory of her past or anything. With help from the doc, Mitchell, she was able to overcome her unconsciousness, but wonders if the dream she had was real or not. As she journeys through the Mojave wasteland, she tries to regain her memories and try to find the explanation of her assumed death by the checkered suited guy. She will meet some well trusted companions, even one who has a high interest in her through his scope. Crimson's life will hang in the balance as factions will play tug-of-war on her to decide the fate of the Hoover Dam as Crimson will be "Caught in the Cross Fire".