He shakily crawled east, trying to get away from the demon that slaughtered his brothers. Trying to warn everyone else so that they could prepare. But no such luck existed; a noose was tied over his neck and he was suddenly hauled up to his feet.
The Legionary struggled, but he couldn't hope to break free. He squirmed as he was raised higher and higher; it was becoming harder to breathe as the noose tightened around his neck. He would not die on the battlefield, fighting for honor and duty; he would die hanging from a lamp post.
A bit overboard, but eh, what's done is done. He looked back to see that family he saved cowering behind a rock, looking at him in fear. And honestly, he couldn't really blame them.
He sighed and moved on; there were more patrols to make examples of.
The Ice Queen groggily opened her eyes and looked around. Groaning at what looked like another boring vision about some future junk; And from the looks of it that busty Elf lady wasn't here either, good. She didn't want to hear her crazy rants about Golden Giants and Sky mouths or something crazy like that.
This oh so familiar hill where she got such grand visions as, that giant meteor thing and that flying lizard. And while those were important… It is nowhere near as important as her current predicament. When will these glob danged visions show her some hunks?! That's all she wants, give her a hunk or two she can ogle at and she'll be happy.
When she looked atop the hill her heart froze. On there was a man wearing black armored trench coat with a mask and helmet covering his head. The two red eyes of the helmet looked back at her; boring into her soul. The man… he was…
"Incredibly dreamy." She said allowed as she looked up and down his frame. While the Armor was intimidating it did little to hide his muscularity; plus he had this aura of mystery about him that she found oh so sexy. And now that she thought about it; somewhat familiar like she had seen him before.
He was a puzzle then, one she just had to figure out, a puzzle that held within it a strapping lad that would sweep her off her feet. And hopefully, take her back to his place.
Where they could do such incredibly lewd things together. A grin formed on her face as a light blush developed on her cheeks as she looked at the mysterious warrior baggy pants. She didn't like how it hid too much, but she would sure love what would be underneath it.
But much to her chagrin it ended far too soon as she was forced to wake up. She hadn't gotten a good look at what was underneath the mystery man's armor… but she could imagine. A lecherous grin formed on her face as she began to think up all kinds of lewd images.
Six looked around cautiously, he swore he just felt someone looking at him. And not in the usual, 'I will rip out your spleen' or 'I will literally kiss the ground you walk on' kind of looks. It felt like a hundred Dala's were vigorously studying him from afar.
And he did not like that one bit.
He shook his head and turned to a small gas station nearby; the change in the clouds and wind patterns indicated a sand storm was coming. And while he could certainly bear one with ease, even he needed to take a break from time to time.
When he got bear by he peeked through the boarded-up windows to see if anyone or anything else had decided to take up residence in the gas station. Seeing nothing so far Six cautiously entered with Sweet Revenge in hand, just in case.
The main room was empty except for some junk food that had somehow remained untouched. The closet was clean; nothing in sight. Next was the bathroom. As he opened the door he jumped back in fear at what he saw.
Slightly trembling at the disgusting beast before him. A Rad Roach staring blankly at him; he then holstered his gun and lightly chuckled to himself at the absurdity of it. Courier Six the man who was more than willing to look death in the eye and spit on its face; afraid of a rad roach.
He got up and kicked the roach, disgust growing through him as he looked at the insect. "Get a hold of yourself dumbass, you're not a child anymore." He chided himself for the slip-up he made. But he was just glad nobody was around to see him fall over himself.
He pulled out his sleeping bag and walked towards the counter, settling in for the night. A part of him wondered what Fionna was doing right now; eh, probably didn't matter.
He set an alarm on his pip-boy and went to sleep. Almost immediately the world around him began to shift into an unending hallway, he sat up and looked around; sighing after a moment. "Really? This shit again?" He stood up and pulled out blood-nap craving a deep gash into one of the walls next to him.
"Let's get this over with."
He began walking in one of two possible directions, knowing he would probably be walking in a circle, but he just had to be sure. When he saw the gash he put on the wall he sighed and began looking around for any hidden entrances.
Stopping when he felt cool air above him, looking up he saw a small hole, 'Bingo'. He jumped up and grabbed onto the panel above him, his sheer weight causing it to go down. He then jumped into the vent and began climbing his way up.
It was hell on his arms and legs but he could do this all day. Wasn't the worst thing his body had been through, far from it. After climbing for a while he came across another panel above him. He firmly entrenched his boots into the wall and placed both hands on the panel; pushing upwards.
It took a minimal effort for it to give way. He then pulled himself up from the tunnel and found himself in an all too familiar sight. The crumbling ruins of a once-great city. Which city it was, he didn't know; nor did he care to know.
His attention was diverted when he heard to scream from within the city. Without a second thought; He ran towards the center of the scream. Hoping to any deity that existed that he wouldn't be too late, he always hated being late. People suffered when he was.
Six kept an even pace as he walked east, his body acting on auto-piolet as he thought over his strange dream. He internally chuckled, he seemed to be having a lot of those lately… It was still a strange sensation to him.
He had experienced a lot in his life; some would say too much. But dreaming… it was different.
He shook his head; he was getting sidetracked, he was close. The increasing number of Piss Boy patrols told him that. He stealthily dealt with most patrols while butchering others, all in an effort to tell these limp-dicked bricks just who was coming for them.
Psychological warfare was something the Legion taught him; a few hanging bodies here, a couple burnt corpses there. And you had people tripping over themselves to get the fuck out of dodge.
Reminded him of his time with Boone. Hunting legionaries was a favorite pastime of his; Craig wasn't the only one who had a history with those cosplaying bastards.
But could he really say that he did it for them anymore? And not out of some sick satisfaction he had from killing. He shook his head, Marko talked a lot like that. And he fucking hated Marko.
But life seemed to ingrain a motto into him, 'Sometimes the best teacher is the asshole trying to kill you.'
Certainly had a ring to it. Bandits, Rapists, legion, and all kinds of scumbags taught him multiple things; the most important one being fear. And how best to use it.
He stopped walking when he saw another legion patrol off in the distance; he had a wonderfully evil idea. Time to reinforce the boogeyman in him. Just a little though.
He blended into the shadows and waited for the legionaries to come, pulling out one of his more… brutal weapons. As the patrol got closer he internally groaned to see that it was just a bunch of pansy-ass recruits, five in total; still, they had what he needed.
When they got close enough he jumped out, a fully modified ripper in hand. His first target barely had any time to react as carbide teeth ripped him open from shoulder to waist. Blood spattered everywhere as gore and bits of bone flew towards the other legionaries.
Six looked at the rest of them, all looking at him in pure terror. "Boo."
They ran away, and while they were fast. He was faster.
The Second one had his head cut off. The third bisected in two. And the Fourth was gored by the handheld chainsaw. The last one was suddenly picked up and was flung back down.
With the wind knocked out of the last one Six pulled out a needle and stuck it into the legionary neck. The contents flooded into his body, knocking him into unconsciousness in a few seconds.
Six looked at the legionary before discarding the now-empty needle and picking him up. He was almost there, and this unlucky bastard was going to be his welcoming gift.
The Next day
Just outside of Phoenix
The legionary awoke with a jolt as he was suddenly drenched in cold water. His body and limbs tied to a metal chair. The man looked around in fear and found two red 'eyes' glaring at him. The Courier was looking at him, his arms folded across his chest as he stood just a meter away.
The two stayed that way for a moment before Six spoke up. "You want to know what one of the most barbaric medical procedures are?"
Six walked to a metal tray and grabbed an ice pick and ball-peen hammer, he slowly turned to the legionary and walked towards him. "Let me tell you a little history, that is if your sub-brick intelligence can even understand what I'm about to teach you. Eh, doesn't matter."
The legionary looked at him fearfully, "Wh-what are-"
"You see, almost four hundred years ago. Some incredibly fucked up individual by the name of Egaz Moinz created the Lobotomy. And being lobotomized is not a fun experience, I know from experience."
Six then forcefully grabbed the legionary head and pushed it upwards. "But I'm stalling by telling you this. It's not like you'll remember anyways."
The Courier then carefully slid the pick above the victim's eye, ignoring the screams of the soon-to-be lobotomite. Once the pick reached the skull he tapped it a few times with the hammer, driving it up into the skull.
As he did this the legionary convulsed and began to pull harshly against his restraints, his screams intensifying with each tap. But six kept a steady hand and twisted to pick. The legionary's screams and struggles stopped as his face contorted into a silent wail.
Six then twisted it in another direction, and the legionary slumped back into the chair. A blank look on the man's face as he seemingly stared at nothing. Six carefully removed the pick and removed the restraints on the man.
"Now, let's drop you off. You have a big day tomorrow."
Most avoided him, others tried to help him. But all feared the crooked man; his crooked walk, his crooked smile, his crooked eyes, his crooked mind. Those brave enough to approach him were met with a violent outburst before the man continued on.
He wore the armor of a Phoenix legionary, but that was crooked too. Covered in cuts and tears, with dirt and blood. All feared the crooked man. And they feared him for he had no soul. And they feared the thing that took his soul.
His former brothers came and killed him, but it was a small mercy for the man who was already dead. For the crooked man had no soul, he was a husk of who he used to be. And fear permeated around the city.
Much to the delight, and regret. Of the man, known only as Courier Six.
Hey, been a month since last time. But got this done, sorry if it's shorter than usual. And before you ask, I wanted this chapter to show a little bit of why Six doesn't like himself; just a little bit, more scummy Six stuff to come in later chapters. And before we get to the Q&A I wanna plug in my two other fics. Snippets incoming.
Improbable Fates:
"Wait, no that's- no I-"
Oh come on did you really think that you were one in a billion did you? That out of all people you were given the chance to gain powers of your own. Get off your fucking high horse dipshit, you weren't chosen because of some fucking prophecy but because you were compatible with Nexus Energy. Destiny didn't shine a light on you and decided you were the chosen one, it was convenience that gave you your powers nothing more.
Izuku's knees felt like they had turned into jelly, he sat down on a nearby chair to not fall over. His heart was pounding and it started to get harder to breathe, his vision was getting hazy and he felt like passing out.
Hey, hey calm down and listen to me. You'll be fine alright, I know it's not glamorous having your powers come from circumstance, but at least you have them alright. And besides that, All Might guy wanted to give you his powers so it's a win for you right?
"I-yeah, yeah your right, I guess. So… what do I call you?"
The voice began to chuckle, something that sounded wrong as if the sound shouldn't have existed.
My name is Hank J Wimbleton, professional sociopath at your service. But you can call me Hank.
Lions Proving Grounds:
He prayed to any deity, any at all to save his daughter and his people from a terrible fate, and it seemed that one answered.
It had started thundering but there was no storm, the thundering continued for what felt like ages until it stopped, everyone was confused as to what was happening, many thought that the world was ending. Just as the Black Dogs were about to continue their pillage, large metal boxes rained from the sky dropping onto the black dogs crushing them and launching those that were nearby, other metal boxes were dropped on the empty houses destroying them completely.
One of the metal boxes dropped at the entrance of the village giving James clear a view of it. Then the box started to open the same happening across the village. James saw what stepped out the box, it was a giant with golden gleaming armor worn underneath a pair of maroon robes. The giant's golden helm shaped like a skull, on its armor there were holy seals located on each pauldron, in one hand it Carried a giant maul shaped like a skull, in the other, it carried a strange metal box that reminded James of a crossbow for some reason.
Then it spoke its attention focused on the black dogs, "You shall die this day Heretics!"
Make sure to check those out when you guys have the time, or not. Your choice really. And before we get into Q&A I just want to Thank Some Random Marine and Quentin3655 for helping me come up with some ideas that will appear later on in the fic.
Bile 1.0: Oof, deathclaws are always a nasty bunch to deal with man. Still, fun to fight tho. That might just be the orc in me talking but whatever.
Super heavy weapons guy: I'm going to be super open about Fallout and AT being in the same timeline and universe. Just when and where it takes place will be revealed in a later chapter.
Bruhmeister935: No problemo man, just glad you liked it.
Strife1234: Glad you're liking it, man.
Jeggets4.0: Oof, remember for the longest time when I barely even touched the Explosives skill. One of the worst mistakes of my life. Super useful skill.
