Sins of Years Passed
Flashback - Pandora, 2042
The town is littered with carnage, wounded fighters and weapons. Red, brown and pink are the new colours of what was once a harmonious, fishing town, which has now become the stage of a disastrous fight.
The air which would normally carry the sound of working people and large tools is now a hellish symphony of screams, explosions and gunfire, there's no coming back from this.
Two armies fight each other because of some arbitrary reason, but it's starting to become clear which side will win. The wounded of the losing side lay in large groups across the town and the faces of the fighters are grim with sorrow and horror, their spirit will be broken soon.
With victory becoming more and more likely the winning side has gained a morale boost and is fighting their enemies with more determination. Some have succumbed to a frenzy and are recklessly charging towards the enemy with only the aim to kill all, while others fight merely for the sake of survival.
The toll on both nature and humanity is enormous. It'll likely take generations before this town will have recovered. It's clear that debris, lost bombs and weaponry have taken the place of schools, market stalls and buildings.
Lincoln casually walked through the blood-soaked town, his gaze hardening at the sigh of women and children laying massacred in the street. His mission was clear, save the town and avenge the fallen civilians
It took a flick of his wrist to deploy his two sabre turrets, reaching back to the holster housing his sniper rifle. The sound of loud cracking gunfire filled the air as a group of raiders where quickly riddled with holes, softening up for the charging behemoth that was Lincoln's partner.
Lincoln looked at the hulking fellow that had been fighting by his side. He spoke with a thick Irish accent and smelt vaguely of whiskey, McCloud he said his name was.
"You ready to fight?" he asked the white-haired commando
Lincoln nodded in reply and followed close behind him as he crossed further into the war-torn town. He explained along the way that he'd been here before, not that I couldn't guess.
Lincoln instantly took cover behind the nearest barricade, watching the hulking berserker charge into the fray armed with only a revolver. He went against what years of training and conventional tactics had taught Lincoln, cutting down bandits with surprising results. he was shocked at the elemental weapon he was carrying as it melted through bandits like nothing.
"C'mon, Ah haven't got all dey" The Irishman bellowed to me, Caving in a man's face with his bare hands. He's not somebody you'd want to brawl with.
They'd gotten to the centre of the town, only to be greeted with a sight that still haunts Lincoln to this day. A sculpture to some unknown eldritch god, fashioned from the mutilated corpses of the towns demesnes. Standing between us and the sculpture, was as McCloud put it "The ugliest god damn poodle in existence"
The creature growled at us, it's opening and bisecting to display an unnatural number of teeth. The thing reeked of death and decay, the grass around where it stood withering with its mere presence.
It growled once more, then charged us.
Lincoln jerks awake from his nightmare, his vision blurred and his mind groggy from what he can tell is anaesthesia. The de-aged vault hunter slaps himself hard across the face, managing to focus his mind enough to get his bearings.
A murky fog hovers over his mind, a myriad of stars dancing across his vision as realisation seeps to the forefront of his drug addled mind. He can hear the steady rhythm of the monitor beeps, drawing his mind further into focus. his head aches with a heavy pain, his senses somewhat dulled by the painkillers no doubt being pumped into him
'Am I in a hospital? The air does have that usual antiseptic smell… Ugh, where am I?' Lincoln thinks to himself, his head throbbing as he tries to remember. As his mind fully regains focus, his memories shoot to the front of his mind.
He remembers the deal with the fire, the death of half his family, the subsequent collapse of his household. Also, floating forward are the memories of war, pain, murder, adventure, Punishment and pleasure. The basic description of the life of a vault hunter, his life. This reminds him of his deal with the Creator and the mission that landed him in this hospital bed.
Lincoln gasp as he tries to stand, fully expecting to collapse in pain. Two feet hit the ground, not feeling any bar the headache. With a unsteady hand, he taps at the small device tucked away behind his ear.
A holographic HUD appears in his vision, showing his current vitals. His overall health appeared to be five hundred and thirty thousand out of his maximum eight hundred and ninety-two thousand five hundred and three health and his left leg is crippled.
"Just perfect" Lincoln mutters, thumbing over to his inventory screen.
He scrolls through the inventory, equipping various pieces of equipment. Namely his Dual Vladof Infinity pistol, Quasar Grenades, Legendary Solider class mod and His Neogenator Shield to regenerate his health
As he closes his HUD, he sees the doctor sitting in the corner watching with a bewildered expression on his face. Lincoln grimaces at the doctor, who glances at the door. Before the doctor could move, Lincoln has him pressed against the wall with a pistol to his head
"N…Now c… calm down son. N… No need to be s… so rash" The doctor stutters, staring into the eyes of this eleven-year-old child that held the same haunted expression he'd seen only in seasoned war veterans
"Look, I don't want to have to kill you… But if you try expose me, I'm going to have to so what I'm going to do is let you down, so we can talk this out. Because I feel I'm going to need a doctor on retainer" Lincoln says, lowering his pistol
"You're not quite a normal child are you, young man?" The doctor comments, straightening himself
An hour passes as Lincoln explains his outlandish tale to the doctor, who despite having a healthy dose of scepticism believes him. Having fully explained his situation and showing the doctor a few of his skills, Lincoln bribes the doctor into silence.
Lincoln wanders through the hospital, despite the doctor's insistence that the boy rest himself. The de-aged vault hunter simply ignores him, instead focusing on finding his family who are scattered throughout the hospital.
His first step is to find his parents, both living and dead. He steps into the elevator, clicking the basement level button. As the elevator jerks into motion, Lincoln becomes embroiled in old memories. He curls his hand into a fist, his fingernails pressing hard into his palm. The boy grunts in pain as his fingernails dig into his palm
The lift stops, the doors opening to reveal a hospital security guard. The guard glances at the obviously distraught child, moving to gain Lincoln's attention. Lincoln's gaze snaps to the man, giving him a spine-chilling hard glare that makes him drop a load in his trousers.
He pushes past the stunned guard, making his way towards the morgue. He slips into the morgue, looking around for the coroner. Lincoln trembles as his mind flashes back to a time long past for him, many years ago when he'd been standing in the exact same position.
He steps forward with hesitation, counting the freezers. He stops at the third from the left on the bottom row, his hand gripping the ice-cold handle. A shiver shoots down his spine as he slowly opens the morgue freezer.
Lincoln chokes back a sob, remembering that he is meant to be a hardened adventure with little to know emotion. He slides out the tray, reveal the body of Lynn Loud Sr. He looks way, saddened that despite his best effort, he couldn't save his entire family.
"Hey dad…I'm so sorry that I couldn't save you, but I promise that I will look after mom and the girls. I won't fail them like I did last time, not again. I will also track down the person who has done this and I will cut off his fucking head. I know that you would probably be disappointed by my quest, but I need to do this. Please forgive me Dad…I love you" He says sombrely, sliding the body back into the freezer.
Lincoln begins to walk way from the morgue, a plan already being formulated in his mind. His first course of action is to track down his family to ensure they are ok, then he will set about rebuilding his home. Then the quest for revenge begins once again, this time he will stop at nothing to make the fucker pay dearly.
Watch out world, you've fucked with the wrong man
A/N: Hey guys, I'm back again for quick chapter before I vanish back into the unknowable void that is work/school. I hope you guys liked the chapter, I was a bit hesitant playing on this idea.
Fun Fact – The idea for this story was taken from one of my favourite supernatural fanfiction, with the author's permission of course. I doubt I will write a story as long as his one, which is pushing 200+ chapters. If you guys are reading it, the title of the fanfiction is "If I knew then what I know now" It's a great story and I would highly recommend the read.
I also wanna thank you guys for supporting me, especially due to my inconsistent chapter updates, inability to finish a story and just overall lack of motivation. But knowing you guys are enjoying my stories is motivating me to write more. So I just wanted to thank you guys
Anyway, Review time
Red the Pokemon Master – While I don't disagree about Rita wearing the pants, I give props to him still with having to deal with eleven kids. Props to both them really, buuut yeah he's gonna die
Malcolm7281 – Wouldn't make a good revenge story if the protagonist simple sacrifices himself at the beginning of the story. But thanks for the compliment
Nuuo – The reference IS to Borderlands as it is one of my favourite franchise. However the story will have a hybrid of elements from both Fallout and Borderlands. There will be references for many of other games, movies, anime, ect. This whole thing is actually based on something I am doing with my fiancé, where we control our own universe of characters. If you guys like, I'll write up a chapter detailing the premise and basic history of the universe if you'd like. It shouldn't detract from the story too badly, I hope not anyway as it's quite long and complicated to follow I might break it up into various chapters so as not to overload you guys
A Two Sided Figure – Thank you for your kind words my friend, It's good to know that I have some dedicated readers.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to leave to questions, comments, criticisms and such in a review for me to read or even a pm. I will be sure to address it in the next chapter's author's note or I will message you directly.
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