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Chapter 12

After the Knife Incident, the trio headed down along D.C, and finally arrived slightly North of the Jefferson Memorial. "Kylar?" Marisa asked. "Where is your home?"

He let out a happy sigh. "We're nearly there Marisa, nearly there. A minute's walk, perhaps. Not sure." He set out at a slightly faster path, leaving a winded Marisa and Micheal jogging behind him.

They arrived in front of a sad looking shack, which said "Pirate Pelly's Bait & Tackle?" Marisa and Micheal asked tiredly. "This is what we ran through the night for?" Micheal complained.

Kylar shook his head, and walked inside. "How do you keep this place safe from Raiders and such?" Marisa asked. The inside was a barren kitchen, looted of everything of value.

Kylar laughed. "Look around. Find my house." Micheal dropped down onto a chair, and drooped his head. "Fuck that. Open the door already, huh?" Rolling his eyes, he pulled him up. "Look."

Micheal pushed him away, and grudgingly joined Marisa in the search. Half an hour later, they were no closer than when they started. "You boys and girls give?" Kylar asked.

Both of them just sat down, and looked up at him. "Yup. I give. Where is it?" Marisa asked with a grin. Kylar returned it. "Right in front of you." He stepped away from the refrigerator, and pushed it aside.

The three of them gazed down the tunnel, and stood up slowly. A vault with 99 on it lay in front of them. "Oh my god…" Marisa said slowly. Micheal just took it all in silently. After a few minutes of staring, Marisa turned to Kylar. "You're…from a vault?" She whispered.

Kylar laughed. "Oh god no. No. I found this place a long time ago. It was one of the few vaults actually supposed to help people. Supposed to preserve the weaponry and military know-how from pre-war times."

"Wait, what do you mean, 'actually supposed to help people?' Isn't that what the vaults were made for?" Micheal asked, walking forwards. He reached for the terminal, and Kylar grabbed his arm. "Don't!"

He jerked his arm away, and stepped back away from the door. "Or what?" He said uncertainly, placing a hand where Kylar's blade entered him. "Micheal, Kylar's boody-trapped all of his safe-houses. I almost lost a limb when I just walked straight in. He's got good reason to stop you from going in."

"Damn right." Kylar said. He stepped up, and typed in a password on the terminal. "Why is it that you could do that and I couldn't?" Micheal challenged. "The previous inhabitant of this place put up a safeguard. The terminal conducts enough electricity that, if shocked, and without proper medical care, you will die."

"Oh." Micheal said. The three stepped inside, and the two, especially Marisa, having seen Kylar's previous Safehouse, marveled at the place. The walls were clean, bright lights flooded the place, and it was like an actual home.

The first room was a living room, made to look like a pre-war living room, complete with books, intact and unspoiled furniture, plants, etc. Through the door to the right was one bedroom, and to the right of that room another one, and another one to the original's left. To the left of the living room was a kitchen, and dining room. Straightforwards was a locked room.

"Why is it locked?" Micheal asked after trying to open the old fashioned door handle. "I don't want anyone in there." Kylar said. "Unsafe stuff." "Fine." Micheal said, releasing his hand from the doorknob. He walked up to the center of the room, to the thing that had captivated Marisa's attention for the last few minutes. "What, and who, is this?" He asked, reaching for two skulls, and three plaques of silver.

Kylar's hand shot out, and caught Micheal's. "Hey man, let go!" He tried to jerk away, but Kylar held fast, black fury in his eyes. "Don't." He growled. He threw Micheal away, knuckles clenched, muscles in his arms shaking. "It's late." He said through clenched teeth. "You should sleep."

Micheal, understanding the Y chromosome, left for the bedrooms. Marisa, not understanding the Y chromosome, stayed, and foolishly approached the memorial. "Kylar? Why are you so an-"

"Sleep, Marisa." He growled again, stalking off to the locked door. "Now." He walked inside, Marisa catching a glimpse of shiny blades, many single bullets, clips, and some unrecognizable guns, and then Kylar slamming the door.

He stalked past the multiple displays, past the numerous instruction manuals, into the next room. Left. Right. Forwards. Right. Left. Forwards. Forwards. Down the stairs.

He arrived in a room with two coffins, and one opened one in the middle. On the ends of them were duplicates of the plaques in the living room. Kylar read them unconsciously, from memory gained by repeated reading and speaking over many greif-ridden months.

Mariella Snow -

Helpful Individual

Dedicated Love

Faithful Friend

She died protecting those she loved from the Deathclaw Menace

Of the Eastern Shores. Hero of Fort McHenry, and Mother of the

Night Guard, she will be missed. Any human can be felled by the

Deathclaw's blade-like claws. It many to keep her down.

Mariella followed her love throughout the Apocalyptic East Coast. Upon arriving at a seaside colony, they found it besieged by a terrifying creatures, taller, stronger, and faster than ordinary Deathclaws. They had been killing the citizens for weeks, and were about to breach the gate. The two spent all night fighting for their lives among the residents when only one remained. It's leader.

Clad in black scales, and fourteen feet tall, was the Black Death of the deathclaws. It was nearly about to kill Kylar, when Mariella intervened, and saved his live. She climbed the thing, the people of the town keeping it distracted. She primed a grenade, and stuffed the thing in it's mouth. The fangs took off most of the muscle on her arm. The jaws took the whole thing off. And the explosion killed her.

Upon this Tomb was a bouquet of real flowers, a silver ring, and a black claw.

Fellana Pangbourn -

Helpful Busybody

Cunning Fighter

Optomistic Fool

She died needlessly, tortured to death and raped by the Phantoms.

She helped all of those that she came across, even when it hindered her.

Hero of Grayditch, and Savior of BigTown, her death saddened all those

That knew her. In actuality, a plaque was attatched to a sign in front of

BigTown, commemorating her selfless deed.

Below the plaque was a list. It had names on it. After killing Occam, Kylar interrogated one of the only alive Phantoms. He broke his mind, and found the names of the ones who had kille and raped her.

Four skulls and four machetes lay above her tomb.

Farell Blackheart –

Sarcastic Bastard

Godless Fuck

A Brother

Farell wasn't real. I know that now. But he kept me sane in the months following the Incident, and saved my live more than I can count. He's here, now, in my mind. I can't reach him. I try. My last words to him were complaints. I have to try. I have to. I'm going to set us right Farell. Oorah.

Atop of Farrel's Tomb was a black fedora.

Well, I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter. I know that it's pretty short, but I'm going to write as I will, stopping the chapter when it seems right.

JohnLink – I appreciate your reviews, and enjoy your comments. Thank you for the support, and if you have any fics, I will look into them.

MikeBentTone – I'm happy to see that you've stayed with the story, and am also appreaciative of your support.

ApathyNinja – Kickass name. Kickass. I'm psyched you like finding out about Kylar's background (I don't know how much you all like it or not) and truthfully, your review spurred me on to do a chapter about people in Kylar's life after the Phantoms, and how he honored them.

More on Mariella Snow later. I have to keep you people on your seats you know.

Read This.

I don't know if Anthony S. is back or not. I don't know if he's dead. But I give to him my respect, and hope that he comes back.

Peace.

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Frost