Well there goes my plot regarding Dave and Kyle..

Well to each their own.

Hey nord, im pulling out of this. Im afraif its a bit disorginized and unfocised, and I dont want to have to keep track of every charicters side story. Its too much resembling a collection of fan fics than a story. I was expecting a group effory, not a few guys going off killing and the only plot being a hatred between charicters.

I go the way of zalphon, its too fast and too disorgananized to be fun, and Im not going to put my eyes through the torment of reading nords funky colors any more.

Sannes, out.

Well TBH I prefer a much more dragged out style but the total lack of people joining made me believe it needed more [censored] happening, and there is a story this chapter was about the set up. I did and do have a overall plot but I did allow free form RP's style. Whatever see ya.

Benson slammed the large doors clutching to his wounded leg.
He slid down as swamp folk cursed and shot at the house.
Looking around he remebers where he is.
Black Hall Manor.
It was was dim and smelt of dust. He took out a stimpak and used it on his leg.

He then look at the near window and crawled over to it.

Staring out he notice that the swamp folk wouldn't go near the house at all. They started to leave one by one, about 10 in all.

''Hmm well seems they don't like this house.'' Benson tells himself as he gets up and looks around.

After his run in with the missonary he took a straight root through the swamp.

He rested in a chair seeing the only one thier and sat his assualt rifle in his lap waiting.

Dave feeling better after his fight with the tribal decided it was time to get to the manner. Dave equiped his gear and headed out. In the distance he saw a firefight between some swampfolk. Dave decided not to get involved and moved west. As he snuck through the swamp he decided he would have to conserve as many supplies as possible. He must have passed 3 battles. The ever thin fog of the swamp seemed to get weaker and weaker as he moved. After a while he finnaly saw a faint figure in the distance

" Blackhall manner" he smiled

As Dave came closer he saw maybe 10 swampfolk run towards him from the manner.

"Oh [censored]!" he whispered.

Dave then looked around for somewhere to hide. "Fighting ten of those things is suicide" Dave thought.

His eyes looked rapidly for somewhere to hide. He saw the river and had a idea. He popped a radax pill and took a deap breath. Dave dove into the water to avoid being detected. He was never a good swimmer but he was able to stay calm and open his eyes to see the swamp folk pass over. He counted 9 that passed. He was about to get out and gasp for breath when he saw one more walk across the thin birdge overhead.

Dave decided to get one more kill before it was over. He lept out underneath the bridge and grabed the foot of the swampfolk and pulled him underneath the water quick and rather silently. He strangled the RADneck in the water as hard as he could. The swampfolkmen tried to fight back but it was to no aval. Dave then crawled out of the water and gasped for breath. He moved slowly towards the manner still holding his left arm.

There he stood, some 10 ft from the door. He looked up and saw the ruined building and the shattered windows. " Heh, nice place" he joked to himself.

The doors opened with a large crack sound. He walked in and marvled at the building. He looked around to see any sign of the treasure that was said to be there. He smiled at the thought that he was the only one who toughed out this place and made it. He was about to head up the stairs when he heard the sound of a rifle click. He looked around widly and there sat Benson.

" How the hell did you get here so fast?" yelled Dave

" You know what nevermind, lets both team up here and split the treasure 50/50 alright?" suggested Dave

"Why ponder that I will set two mines down by the door to prevent anyone else from coming in" added Dave one more.

''Well okey umm what's your name.'' Benson asked as he got up watching Dave lay mines near the door.
'' I hope you didn't have any trouble with those swmap folk. They don't like this place'' He told the man as he went down the hall.

Looking around he spots a giant room with stairs leading up wards. Walking into the private libary place he notices a wheel chair with O2 tanks next to them.

''Who ever lived here was disabled.'' Benso shouted to Dave.

Checking a few cabnets he walks back to the hall way and down into the next room.

''Hmm a pool table''Benson thought as he walked in a took a confederate hat that was on the pool table.

Then a whisper or a voice made Benson take his gun a turn aiming at a door that he didn't notice before.


''I think I found something'' He yelled as he tried to open the lock door.

Waiting for Dave he looks around once more before pulling a Nuka-Cola from his pack. Taking as sip he feels a chill and turns back to the door. ''Got to get that book'' he whispers to himself remebering what the women told him.

Dave was focused on positioning the mines and payed little attention to the words coming from Benson. After they where set Dave looked out the window. " Oh [censored]!" he said
After this Dave ran back to Benson.

" Tribal are in coming from the swamp. Maybe 20, 2 mines arent going to stop them. Grab your rifle and take up positions. I will move up the stairs and use the desk as a cover." panted Dave

"Or do you have another plan? If so hurry up I am guessing they will be pounding on the door in about 30 seconds." Dave said

Benson looked at Dave in horror. ''Holy @#$%'' Benson replied as he heard the war screams of the tribals.
'' Well we could position our selves up stairs and wait'' Benson told Dave before realizing something.
''Hey I saw some O2 tanks near the wheel chair. If we put both near a mine we they would go off and freak the natives out.'' He exclaimed to Dave.

He then ran out of the room down the hall and into the large room taking the gas tanks from near the chair.

Then he ran up to the front door and carefully took one of the mines and pushed it back. Grabbing the canisters he layed them on the front door as the tribals scream and started banging on the house and window.

Fear crawled through Benson as he laid the other mine right next to the gas tanks and ran back down the hall way.

Taking out his assualt rifle he checked the back door, nothing. He then shouted ''Get ready '' and aimed at the front door down the hall.

They tribals burst through the door breaking the locks and the mine went off. Benson counted 6 men as they rushed throught the door. The gas canisters went off richoeting off the walls and hitting the men.

Benson the fired short spurts at the tribals who now just came charging in after the main attack.

When the explosion went off Dave was knocked to the ground. He looked around and found his rifle and began to pour fire into the breach. The explosion had caused the nearby wood to erupt in flames and the light burned Daves eyes. He saw atleast 4 die to the combined fire of Dave and Benson as they ran in.

"They keep coming" yelled Dave hoping Benson would hear. He was still lying on the floor screaming and firing into the fire reloading quickly. Dave looked to his left and saw out a window that even more tribals where coming. Dave then yelled to Benson who he could see also firing into the fire hoping to hit a tribal " They are going to overwhelm us! Pull back into the house and try to pick them off! Dave then ran up the stairs firing behind him. A bullet fired by a tribal barely missed his head and cut some hair out of his beard.

" Benson come on lets go!" he yelled once more.

Dave then ran down the hallway looking around franticly for somewhere to either hide or make a stand at. He ran deaper into the house, through a kitchen, through another room. He then found a perfect place to make a stand and kill everyone of the Tribals.

" This wont work without Benson...Where is he" panted

Benson heard the cries of Dave as he reloaded his assualt rifle. ''Almost out'' Benson thought while climbing the stairs as tribals fired at him.


Getting higher up a blow from a rifle ripped through his shoulder. In pain he screamed and took out the ripper he had been carrying. As the tribals ran up Benson slashed at one opening the tribals stomach.

Heading up he spots Dave and runs to him. Seeing where Dave and he was he yelled at Dave over the sound of the tribals ''We're trap''.
He said as he put up his ripper and took out his pistol firing it at tribals he reloads waiting for Dave to answer.

Dave had ran in such a panic he found himself in the dining hall. The large table would make ample cover from the small arms fire and meele weapons of the tribals, and Dave had just finished setting it up . He was relieved to see Benson alive but terrified by the chants of the tribals. He yelled to Benson " Get your ass over here and take cover.

Dave then looked around but found nothing of use. He saw Benson coming towards him but also saw three tribal close behind.
"Behind you!" yelled Dave the Benson before he opened fire hitting 2 in their heads and blowing the arm off another.

Jumping behind the table with the pure strenght of fear he crashes on the rotted wooden floors with a bang.
Lifting himself up he realizes that he still had a shoulder to take care of.
Taking out a stimpack he yells ''Cover me'' as he uses it to patch him up.

Feeling better he gets up under the commotion and starts firing with his assualt rifle.

After a few minutes of failed charges the tribals hide behind the door taking cheap shots.

Still under fired Benson seaches cabnet closest to them finding nothing to help.

Looking at Dave he yells through the gunfire'' what are we doing now?''.
The tribals charge again failing as the fire power of Dave and Benson keeps them back.

''I'm out'' Benson tells Dave as his gun makes no large sound as he pulls the trigger.

Taking out his ripper he lays it on the ground and takes out his pistol once again firing his last few clips.


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Dave had chosen this room for a reason beyond the table.

He looked to Benson and said " See the floor we are standing on?" Looks pretty weak eh? A combined 300 pounds of could break through. God knows where it will take us but anything is better then here"

"On three jump and hit the floor hard, I will throw this here grenade at them to creake a smoke cloud and giver us the chance to escape.

Dave then began the count, " 1...2....3!"

Dave then said his favorite word combo

" [censored] YOU!" he yelled at the tribals. He then threw the grenade and the two jumped into the air breaking the floor through. The brittle wood collapsed under their weight and sit them hurling down the building.
BOOM, CRACK, CRASH, BANG!" The two fell through some 3 floors before they hit the hard cement below. Dave's vision was fading from the hard impact on the floor, he looked around and saw large piles of brick and the decapitated body of a swampfolk. He rubbed his head hard and used his last stimpack. He saw next to him Benson who was also recovering from the fall.

"Looks like the basemant" smiled Dave.

''@#$%'' Benson said still recovering from the fall.
''Where in the..'' He said before noticing the mutilated corpse of the swamp folk.

He lifted himself up feeling pain as he tried to get up.

He collapes

Realizing he's to weak he takes out another stimpack from his now destroyed pack.

Taking it he lets out a sigh.

He then stands back up and looks at the hole they made.

''Wow'' He said to Dave as he started to search the room around him.
Benson grinned as he heard the tribals.
Sounds of the tribals started to fade when one said ''Let's get out of here, somethings not right.''
As he went up to the table with the body on it he notices a another body leaning on the wall. Approaching the body he sees it's an old man. Searching the body he finds about 30 caps and before telling Dave he spots something.

Sliding the one of the arms of the dead man he spots it. ''The book ''He whispers.
Reaching it he grabs it when a weird sense comes over him.
Shaking it off he looks back at Dave.
''Found anything?'' He asks Dave.

Dave looked around mumbling " Treasure, where is the treasure!" When Benson had asked if he found anything he turned around and said " I dont see the treasure, it was said the treasure was below the manner and here we are! Theres nothing! We came all the way here, got shot up, nearly died to find nothing!God Damnit! this rant had ended in a yell.

" It has to be here..it has to! Maybe it.." Daves sentance ended short as he looked at the book Benson was now holding. Dave looked at it for a mere second but saw all the anger of his life..he saw murder..six...betrayel..his dead wife and his son on the floor covered in his own blood...Instead of going into a mad fit of anger Dave cryed...He fell to his knees and cryed... There was a awkward silence between him and Benson. He wiped his eyes and looked up at Benson and said in a voice not of anger..but a voice of duty, a voice of remorse.

"I dont know what that book is, I dont care if its the treasure, I dont care what it can do, but that book must be destroyed....that book is evil.

Benson told softly to the sad man ''I agree.''.
The missonary on the beach who I know said to give it to her and... Benson felt fire from his fingers and in pain he drops the book on the floor in front of Dave.

Looking a this hands in astonement he sees his hands are fine..just fine.

''We should give it to her''.

Carefully picking up he spirals back into deep thoughts and the past.
Mom died , killing ghouls , exploring the wastes , seeing hell. This all went through Benson as he stood still holding the book before waking to reality.

Looking around he stares at the cursed book and stuffs it into his pack. ''Atleast it isn't touching me'' He thought as he walked up the stairs of the basemant. Reaching the door he takes out his pistol and fires at the lock.

Breaking it he opens it.

He then starts to head out when he yells to Dave '' Hey come on''

Going to the front door he searches the tribals that lay all around him. Finding some ammo and taking a double shot gun to carry he walks throught the front door.

As he steps out swamp folk charge him but then stop.

Realizing that the book is keeping them from firing or attacking he yells to Dave once again ''Hurry up and get up here''.

The mutated people of the swamps stand around him keeping back from him.
A

Dave heard the words of Benson, calling him. Dave was froze in thought...thinking. The book had not only awoken some of hell he has been through..but something more, some good. The images of the dead swirled in his head forming a dark red cloud in his mind. But, in the darkness there was a faint light, a slimmer of redemption. In a instance he had accessed a long forgotten memory. Dave saw the blue light and he came closer to it....but before he could touch it, it mutated into a image of horror, a image of Kyle Smith killing his son. Usualy this would send Dave into a fit of anger or depression, but not this time. Dave watched with no emotion.

"[censored] this" he said and walked into the darkness. He emerged on the other side still in the basemant. He then headed upstairs and heard the noises of swampfolk. He peaked around the corner and saw them surrounding Benson. He looked checked his ammo " 75 rounds, it will do..."

A idea then struck Dave....Across the room there was a lantern next to the wooden wall. Dave picked up a ruined book nearby and tossed it at the lantern, breaking it and catching the wood on fire and thus setting the house ablaze. The swampfolk panicked and ran out of the house.

"Benson! Its time to get the hell out of here!" yelled Dave

As the two fled the house a large wooden chunck of the sealing landed on Dave knocking him to the ground. Benson ran ahead not knowing what just happened. There was Dave being ingulfed in flames.
He was not afraid, he welcomed death. Death would be a release from the torment that his life has been. He smiled and layed back, awaiting death. It did not come. Dave heard a familiar voice.

"Dont give up, you can do it."

The voice was Daves son.

Dave replyd in a strained voice " no I failed you...I failed your mother...I failed myself."

" You dident fail dad, as long as you live I will be with you, me and mom. I love you dad" The voice then faided.

Dave knew what he had to do. " This cant be the end, I WONT LET IT BE THE END!" He yelled.

He forced the wood off of his body and ran through the flame ingulfed house. "I will survive this, I will not fail, I will not die here today!"

Dave found himself chocking in the smoke and his body on fire. He was lucky in the fact that he saw the exit. He ran out and tore his armor off to avoid the flames.

Dave then found himself gasping for breath, on the ground in pain. "Thanks son" where his last words before his vision faided to black.

''@#$%''Benson whispered as he realize Dave wasn't trailing him.
Looking back he saw smoke rise from the house as larger bursts of falmes appeared.

Benson ran back to the house but triped on a punga fruit.

Getting back up he feels liquid rolling down his nose.
Blood, it ran down and into his mouth.

Spitting he got back up and stumbled forward.

Through the smoke he spots Dave laying on the ground ''Hell Dave'' Benson said as he grabbed on to Dave's under shirt and started to pull him away.

''What to do, what to do'' He cried as he looked at the body of Dave.

Being no doctor that some will have to help him. Looking around he lifts Dave up and in a staggering motion starts to move out to the coast.

As blood dripped down his face he carried Dave on before dropping and taking a breath.

Looking where he is he notices tents about a half a mile away.

Getting back up he yelled with pain ''Marcella, Marcella help''.

He got closer to the tents as then a figure rose from one of the tents.

It came running and it shouted ''Benson what are you doing''.

With joy Benson watched as the missonary came closer.

''He's hurt'' Benson told with a cough still having smoke in his breath.

''Thank God you got back safe'' she said as they carted David to the tents.
''I have some medical supplies and so I can help him.'' She said as she took out a few med-xs and some stimpaks.

Looking at her and then Dave he says ''I've got the book''. She looks back up in a serious look.

Dave had been going in and out of consciousness when Benson had dragged him to the camp. Dave heard the words of Benson and the missionary but as if they where miles away. He was in great pain and strained to breath through the smoke in his lungs. Despite this he was able to murmer faintly " book..destroy it.. Dave's vision turned to black a final time.

He awoke the next day in a tent. On his right he saw emty sirenges and a blood pack. " It was just a fire, it cant be that bad..." Dave thought He looked to his left and saw a table with a women sitting down writing something.

" Who the hell are you?" Dave asked
The women turned around to notice Dave. " Benson dragged you here after the fire at the mansion. " I knew I could trust him"Dave thought with a smile.

"However..." the women's voice halted....."You where shot in the back three times during the combat, you adrenaline rush caused you to not feal it. 3 10m rounds. We removed two of them but the the third bullet...the third bullet went out the other side...it just barely missed your heart." She reported

" Hell lives on....So, am I alright now?" asked Dave

" Well yes I guess. If you feel alright you should be ok if you take these Med-ex's for the pain everyone hour or so." Ended the Women

Dave nodded then took the drugs and left the Tent. He then saw Benson talking to some women. He walked to them and said "So... whats up?"

Benson looked at Dave in suprise. ''Well someones abit hastey'' Marcella said with a grin as he looked at him. Looking at Dave and then Marcella Benson told Dave ''Well umm you see that Marcella here says that thier's only one way to get rid of the book.''.

Benson then reached over into his pack whiched layed on a table. Reaching in he pulls out a long piece of paper. ''This map '' He said ''It's of the capital wasteland ''. Giving Dave the old map he exclaims'' Thiers a building we have to get too.''. "You don't have to do this Dave, me and Marcella are capable to completing the task.'' He says to Dave again.

''If you do want to help us then the boat leaves today, but it's going to be dangerous traveling all the way to the Dunwich building from the pier.''


Taking back the map he points to where thier heading. Feeling hungry he reaches in his pack and takes out a punga fruit which he found outside the camp.
Biting into the fruit he then asks ''So will you join us?''.

" I have nothing to live for. Every morning...every night...every moment of my life is without purpose. I once craved revange but now that has past. Now however, I can do something usefull...I can make a difference, and thats something to live for".

"Lead the way"

OOC:(Whatever the hell that means) Hey Drunken Nord you going to participate some more? its just been me and GunnerTad here. I miss you

OOC:Ok Yeah Nord come and play where leaving PL also this means once we get on that boat this RP ends for me.

''Glad for you to help us '' Benson says with a grin. Looking at Marcella he then grabs his gear. ''Come on you guys'' He yelled with a radiant attitude.

They step out of the tent and head off torwards pilgrim landing.

When they reach the place Benson looks around of the board walk.

''Well we got 15 minutes, say good bye'' The captian of the ship shouted as the three looked around.

''Well their goes the coastal grotto'' Benson said.

''I'll go to the house of wares to get some supplies''

As he walks to the once use to be an arcade he sees the body of the owner laying on the ground.

''@#$%''

Dave ran up behind Benson to the shop. He saw Benson looking at the dead women.

He then spoke" [censored] ambushed me when we first came here, idiot dident even fire her gun"

Looking at the corpse it felt akward the man he just help save kill this women before they even met. Turning back to Dave he asks ''ambush, fine I trust you enough''. Marcella came over and gaspedas she laid her eyes upon the corpse.

''Mother of God what happen'' She yelled at Dave and Benson.

''Dave here defended himself a few hours back'' Benson answered Marcella.

''Come on'' Benson said as he looked over the body and found nothing.

He then started to walk to the boat before noticing the broken protecitron.

"Theres nothing in that protectotron, I looted it clean. I saw that thing when I first came in and blew the things "head" off. One shot from that lazer and your dead." Said Dave

"Also, who is that lady? I figured she was some raider leader or something so I looted this area dry. Thats where I got half of all my 5.56 ammo from" Said Dave a little more uncertain.

"Come to think of it she did say" why the hell did you destroy my protectortron" or something like that.

Just than a quick idea went into Dave's head. It was his oldest trick in the book of the wasteland. He quickly thought through this idea...As much as he dident want to he felt the flashback of old re-enter his mind. His closest friend he knew for 1 entire year betrayed Dave and attempted to kill him all for his possessions, he wouldent let that happen again... He looked on the face a Benson and saw a face of mixed emotians, anger and sadness. Dave began to panic on the inside " What is he going to do? Was that his mother or something!? Oh god oh god oh god...What if he trys for revange....[censored] [censored] [censored]... " He heard Benson say something else but he dident understand it. "I will survive....by any means neccasary"he thought.

Dave panicked at that very moment and shot Marcella in the back with his rifle 3 times. He then rushed and grabbed her by the back and kneck, then he lifted her up to guard himself, much like a meatshield.(Think Gears of War 2) She screamed and yelled for help. Dave ran his hand over her mouth to silence her.

" I am sorry it had to come to this" yelled Dave to Benson, his voice filled with fear

" I wont let you avenge your mother over there! I will not die here!! I will not die today." he said

" Your friend here has three 5.56 rounds in her back and without proper medication she will be dead soon." he said but his voice lost the fear element and returned to a more mad and damented voice.

" Drop all your gear right now! I dont want to do this but you dont understand....I wont be betrayed again...not again..Its only a matter of time, I cant trust you! I cant trust anyone but myself! Give me everything you have right now and Marcella might live, if you dont she and you will die. Give me the book why yout at it." Dave said holding tears back in his eyes


Dave said trying to seem confident but the unsteadyness of his voice was showing. A tear strained to be released from his eye

" Make your choice Benson, and be quick, her blood is flowing out of her body."