Alright so this is obviously an AU because this takes place 3 years after the events of Fallout 3. I'm so glad that people enjoyed my first story and I want to thank those of you who reviewed and followed. Ok so this is the second story. I'm just letting you know that this gets dark so you all have been warned. Hope you enjoy!

A GHOUL'S REVENGE

So there I was... sitting on a large rock, smoking a cigarette, and just watching. Watching Megaton... my former home. My mind was swarming with memories. Memories of the people that had treated my kindly during my time there. Nova, Moira, and even Billy Creel. But those thoughts were almost immediately swept away when Colin Moriarty came into mind.

Instead of happy thoughts of good people, my mind was beginning to fill with the memories of that one bastard. A man that had dealt me so much pain that I could never forgive him. I hated him. So as I took one last drag of my cigarette, I rose to my feet and began to approach the main gate of the scrapyard city.

3 Years Prior

Finally, the long day was coming to an end, and Gob began to close up the shop. He stowed the the cups and plates in the main cupboard and swept the floors clean of all the gunk. Or at least fairly clean since it was hard to wash out radiation. Then he proceeded to wave off the last customer and turn off all of the saloon's lights. Colin had already retired and all of the customers who had bought a room where already in a deep slumber. Gob was exhausted. He had woken up at 5 AM and had proceeded to open up the shop without Colin even being awake. He worked all day with only a one hour brake and was getting out at 11 PM.

But sleeping had to wait.

Instead of heading over to the common house to get his 5 hours of rest, he went behind the saloon. When he came upon a large piece of scrap metal, he lifted it and underneath lay a duffel bag. It had been placed their by Moira Brown who Gob had come to fancy over the years. He unzipped it and took inventory of its contents:

1 10mm pistol with 93 rounds.

1 combat knife.

2 frag grenades.

1 baseball bat.

1 lantern.

6 bottles of purified water.

1 bottle of nuka cola.

3 salisbury steaks.

5 iguana bits.

Not bad, Gob thought.

He then lifted up the large bag and slung its strap over his right shoulder. He then covered up the hole in which his bag was previously held and was off. He snuck between each of the buildings lining the wall of the small city. It was a ghost town at this time of night. Everyone was asleep except for a few drunks and Stockholm who sat prepped up on the front wall. He had to watch out for him. As he came upon one of the houses that had been recently put on the market, he stopped.

He crept up towards the eastern wall and uncovered a makeshift ladder buried underneath a pile of garbage. Gob smiled as he thought of how much Moira was risking for him. He knew he would miss her the most while he was gone. He then raised the ladder and placed it against the wall. He looked up towards the watch tower and waited to make sure Stockholm was looking the other way.

Gob felt like he had been waiting there for an hour when in reality it was only about a minute or two. Once the guard turned towards the western horizon, the ghoul scrambled up the ladder and to the top of the wall. He didn't realize until he was up there, how high the walls were. It was around a twenty foot drop. This might hurt he thought to himself.

But nothing compared to the pain Moriarty had put him through.

And with that he dropped his bag and then jumped off the towering walls.

When hit the ground he laid there for a moment. He took a second to feel the ground again. It had been so long since he had been outside of Megaton.

It felt... amazing.

Present Day (2280)

Over the many years that Gob spent away from that wretched city, he trained himself. Trained himself not to feel pain and trained himself to be able to inflict pain. His constant routine turned him from a scrawny old ghoul to a built one. But his best attribute was the ability to not feel for those he killed.

He had the chance to buy a set of armor much like Charon's and a Shotgun like his too. That's all he needed for this night. That and one cigarette and a lighter.

As he approached the main gate he nodded at Deputy Weld and kept his head down so that Stockholm wouldn't recognize him. It was about 10:30 PM, so Gob had a short window to get his revenge on Colin. When he passed through the main gate and crossed the front threshold, it reminded him of when he was bought off Moriarty. He was stripped away from his captors only to find himself in a whole new kind of hell.

That just fueled his hatred even more.

Gob soon noticed that almost everyone in the town had gone home. That was perfect for him because he didn't want anyone to stop him from what he was about to do. As he crossed over the catwalks to the other side of the small town, he stared up at the night sky and wondered if this would be the last one he would ever see. After all, Lucas Simms would most likely not take kindly to what he was about to do.

So there he was, about five feet from the entrance to the saloon when a voice called out to him. "Gob! Stop!".

Gob slowly turned to see Lucas Simms behind him, with his assault rifle at the ready. "Well if it isn't the great sheriff of Megaton, Lucas Simms", Gob spat. Lucas grew a slight frown and steadied his weapon.

"I know... I know what it was like for you and I know you resent him. But please just find the mercy to spare this town of your madness and leave."

Gob's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "You know? You know?!" He growled. "You have no idea what I went through, Simms. Besides, instead of helping me out you just let him keep beating on me!"

Simms lowered his weapon and approached Gob quickly. He wrapped a hand around the back of his head and pulled him in close. "I'm sorry for what happened here but this needs to end now", said Lucas.

Gob leaned his head back and looked Lucas directly in his eyes. "You are right. This needs to end NOW!" Gob drew his shotgun and hit Lucas straight in the head with the butt of it. Lucas fell to his knees in shock. Gob then grabbed him by the head and slammed his knee into his face. Lucas had had enough and slumped to ground unconscious. "I'm sorry Simms, but this had to happen".

He then turned and entered the saloon.

Surprisingly, the bar wasn't totally empty. At one of the tables sat Jericho, and at the bar sat Leo Stahl. But those men were not his targets. His target sat behind the counter, whistling merely as he poured himself some scotch.

"Hello there you rat bastard", Gob said. Moriarty looked up to see the barrel of a shotgun facing him. The trigger was pulled and Colin went flying back with a bullet in his shoulder. Jericho jumped up and drew a pistol. Gob swung to face him and fired. The bullet landed right is his waist and cracked his bones like an eggs. He crumbled to the ground, firing two or three shots into the metallic ceiling.

On the upper level, three people came bursting out of their rooms and charging for the exit. One of them just happened to be Nova. Gob was stared at her for a moment and she stared back. "GOB?!" She asked.

All of the sudden, out of the corner of Gob's eye, he saw Leo charging him with a switchblade. He attempted to swing with his right hand and hit Gob in the head. Poor choice. Gob blocked the swing with ease, and placed a punch in Leo's ribs. Leo hunched over and Gob went down on one knee and punched him again in the groin. As he punched the man a second time, he attempted to come down on Gob's neck with the blade. Instead of completing the job, Gob grabbed his arm and sent the blade right into Leo's right foot.

Mr. Stahl let out a sharp yelp and fell over, unconscious with a blade in his foot. Gob, now going for Moriarty, ripped the blade from Leo's foot and maneuvered his way towards Colin.

Colin was crawling across the bar floor, to try and grab a revolver from a nearby shelf. As he grabbed hold of the grip, Gob rolled him over and jabbed him in the thigh with the blade. He let out an ear deafening scream and quickly grabbed the revolver and pointed it at the lone ghoul. Gob, now with incredibly fast reflexes, whacked the gun out of Moriarty's hand and watched it as it slid across the saloon's floor.

"Who are you and what do you wa-", Colin stopped mid sentence and stared at Gob for a moment. Then he remembered. He let out a soft chuckle. "You!? Gob?!" Gob didn't say a word. "Damn, I didn't even recognize ya", Colin said. "You look even fatter!"

Gob put his shotgun to Colin's knee and pulled the trigger. Colin barely even screamed. He was too shocked. "So, you've finally come back to get your revenge, huh?" Colin inquired. "I knew this day would come. So what'll it be? a bullet, an axe, a baseball bat to the cranium?" Gob shook his head and picked him up.

"Something much worse".

It took about five minutes to set it up. Colin was tied up, and propped up against the bar. Gob had dragged out Jericho and Leo and placed them next to Moriarty. He now held in his hands, two canisters of lighter fluid, and he was in the midst of pouring it all over the saloon.

"So death by fire, huh?" Colin asked. "Isn't this just a little a cruel".

Gob glared at him. "It is NOTHING compared to what you put me through!"

Colin chuckled again. "So I guess that means you are starting to become just like me?" He said in an attempt to irritate Gob. Gob stopped for a second and thought about what he just said.

Am I? He asked himself. Oh my god! Maybe I am!

Gob turned to face Moriarty and pulled out his shotgun. "If I was anything like you I would let you burn one thousand times over", Gob spat. "But I am nothing like you!" Gob put the barrel to Colin's head and pulled the trigger.

Then there was silence...

Gob removed a cigarrett from a pouch on his belt and lit it. He took a few puffs and then stared at the building for a bit. So many memories: good and bad. Then he flicked towards Moriarty and watched as the building went up in flames.

And with that, he left Megaton, with a fire starting to blaze in the background, and with the fire in his heart put out.

Hey children! This is Galaxy News Radio with your greatest host, Three Dog. Ooowwww. So today we have some crazy news, crazy indeed. A serious of attacks have recently taken place across the Wasteland. These have been going on for a while now and the man performing these attacks has been targeting Raiders, Super Mutants, and Slavers. But last night, this ghoul... yes... ghoul, has attacked Colin Moriarty: a local bar owner in Megaton. It is said that he shot him down and then burnt his bar to the ground. Now this may make it seem like the man is evil, but actually the abusive and greedy assh*le, Colin Moriarty was in the wrong. People are starting to give a name to this lone ghoul and they are calling him the "Punisher".