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Chapter one: Follow the leader

It's all a lie.

No, it isn't.

You're only feeding the fire with gasoline.

I do what I think is right.

Then why are you fighting for these sub-human animals?

Because I am one.

You're a freak compared to them.

Early morning hours gave me signs of movement. The Brotherhood of Steel finally decided to show up. Their dull gray heavy armor and gas masks. I counted eight. Clearly hearing their metal footsteps, watching as they filed behind various places. My predatory eyes flicking to each one – ready to take their pitiful lives at any second. I switched to my radio quietly and gently spoke.

"Captain Marlowe, sir. There ar-"

"I know." His cockney voice growled over the static. "Wait for my orders."

I surveyed them more and more. Making assumptions I knew were probably false. I never underestimate an opponent. Rapid footsteps sounding through the stair case. Two other sharpshooters fell to the floor beside me near the window.

On their stomachs waiting for Captain's orders. One of the Brotherhood of Steel members tossed a grenade near the entrance of the building. The building we were in was basically a pile of rubble. The whole front of it blown to bits when we got here. Most of the Helghast are on the second floor, where even then the building was badly destroyed. I instantly locked onto one of the targets and expected for Captain's voice to ring loud in my ears. The grenade exploded into a blue and green haze. Fire from the other side. Laser rifles singed the building's walls.

"Wait." Marlowe ordered.

I picked a victim.

Don't do it.

You again..

Just get away from it all when you have the chance.

"Fire!" Marlowe's voice yelled through out the radios.

Breathe in. Keep it steady. Natural instinct forced it's way into every muscle. No one in the world was alive. Only me and my victim. Their movement resounded waves of energy. It moved through the air like ripples. My rifle so perfect and exact. I was swimming in a pool of my own mind. Instead of anxiety. I head a calm certain peace with myself.

One mind.

One bullet.

One life.

And like that, his life was erased from my existence. Maybe to be remembered by his brothers and sisters with the Brotherhood of Steel, but to me he was nothing more than a lifeless form laying on the ground. Soon I had taken the lives of three more. My body dropped out of the trance.

Soon it was all over. I could hear the moans of the wounded and the dust settling in that specific way. The rush of adrenaline always seemed to create an aura around people. Itchy minds clawing for more action. It's stressing. After hours of not moving from last night I finally had the chance of standing. Unsteady feet snaked their way to hold my malnourished body. The streets below didn't look much different than before. There is no adding to it. Because it will always look the same.

"Stop moving." I had gone down to the second floor to see if I could help with anything. Currently holding down someone I knew as 'Bontecou' while a medic pulled shrapnel out of his arm. I frequently saw him around. He was a regular assault trooper. "Stop moving." I repeated. Not understanding the pain he was in I simply took the cold route.

His goggles and helmet were taken off revealing his eyes tightly closed. "Here." The medic's voice snapped. He jabbed a needle filled with Morphine Sulfate into the Helghast's arm. Then he began to work once more.

Bontecou revealed his dark brown eyes. His breathing softened and formed into that rhythmic pattern. I didn't even have to hold him down anymore but still kept a fair amount of pressure down on his chest just in case he decided to writhe around once more. Little pieces of rock and metal were dug into his skin. It was all so tattered. Torn. The worst was a fairly large metal shard deep in his arm. I watched his eyes flick to me in probably an attempt to calm his nerves. I would of. Instead of looking at the person clawing into my arm pulling out little pieces of god only knows what – I would much rather look at the one holding me down. Maybe it's just me. I would find it comforting in a weird way. The medicine induced euphoria gave his eyes a glassy look and the sweat mixed in with blood spattered his face.

Kill him.

A sudden urge to choke the bastard. I wanted to take his mind and bend it into every different way. I tightened my grip on the front of his shirt. Trying to subside the voice yelling at my hands to tear the mask away from his face and choke him to death.

He's a murderer. An animal.

I didn't realize just how much pressure I was putting on his chest until he put his hand around my arm. In his weak state he couldn't do anything. I gave an evil smirk behind the facade of the red eyed gas mask.

Rip his gas mask off.

"Molyneux!"

"Huh?" I pulled any pressure off his chest completely and looked to Captain Marlowe standing over me.

I could feel the piercing gaze he was giving me. He should of just executed me right then and there. "I.." Marlowe took a look around the building. The orange green haze of this planets sun filling in any empty spaces that the dark covered. I only stared at him. The snappy medic continuing working on Bontecou. "I want you to stop acting like a psychopathic fuck for two seconds and go with LaMante." He grabbed the front of my shirt pulling me to my feet and shoved me towards the stairs. "Get moving!" He yelled for good measure. Shuffling down the stairs into the ruins of D.C. I spotted LaMante with the rest of the squad. I joined in with the small circle. "Captain Marlowe wants us to scout ahead. We'll go as far as the Capitol Building."

I've never been that far into D.C. The Capitol Building and around the Washington Monument seemed like the heat of it. Super mutants fought with unruly mercenaries called Talon Company. The Brotherhood of Steel protecting the least bit of their past as they can.

"Move out."

The terrain as always was ridden with litter. Twisting metal and corrupted buildings. My hunched back shuffling at the back of the pack. Straying only a little behind. I have to admit it was hot. Hotter than any other day in the three months I've been here. I was wondering when we were going to be sent more reinforcement and supplies. From seventy to fifty. Losing many good friends and fighters. Certainly Scolar Visari had not forgotten about us. This project was something he put most of his effort into. Maybe the ISA scum are retaliating. I only hope they aren't. Vekta was a complete disaster. I wasn't particularly sure what Visari wanted from this almost long forgotten planet and shouldn't think about it too much. I think he was desperate to find any other place but Helghan.

But I was here doing his will and for that I was proud.

"Through here." LaMante lead us to a burned out building. Just on the other side there was an abyss called The Mall. Many of this planets landmarks reside here. Captain Marlowe had interrogated a citizen before executing him some odd weeks ago. The citizen – or "Wastelanders" as they liked to be called – told him of who's who and what's what. Who the Brotherhood of Steel were. The Enclave were, and the general history of The Wastes.

"Molyneux, move to the second floor and set up position."

I followed orders. Setting up position near an old window sil. The Mall was inevitably like the rest of D.C. The Super Mutants dug in – trenches and what looked like a bunker. All lined with barbwire. One Super Mutant Master with a minigun stood on the top of the bunker. Others traced the inside of the trenches. Instinct always take over. Always. Super Mutants aren't hard to do away with. It's just for some reason they unnerve me. I watched him for a second or two before the bullet flew into his head. His large body dropped to the dust.

"Target neutralized."

"Move out."

The rest of the squad moved with precise movements out into the open. I strayed behind waiting to eliminate anyone who sought to open fire on them. I could hear short bursts of ammunition being shot from the team and soon after it subsided. I jogged down to the door way. Following silently behind my team up ahead. We soon came to an entrance to the metro tunnels. The entrance itself was in front of a fairly intact museum.

"Is everyone okay?"

Nods along with confirming voices sounded.

"Good. Take a rest. Then we'll move to-"

A grungy hoarse voice reverberated through the air , "Weeeelcome, touurists."