» Fri May 13, 2011 1:08 pm
The Doctor
I looked at Madison, Tim, then Mark
"Whats Jacobstown?" I asked as we walked up a crumbled up road up to the peak of the mountain.
***
Matthew Fraser
I gripped my gun as I walked patrol by myself in the sandy areas around Goodsprings Cemetery. The place was about a mile away from Goodsprings. I heard a crunch from a bush
"Whos there?" I asked, almost seeming the air. "Come out with your hands up!"
No answer.
I repeated myself in vain.
"I will shoot!" I yelled. Finally, I shot into the bush. I heard cries of agony as I fired.
"Bastards!" I said, emptying a clip. I saw a figure run toward the cemetery as I reloaded. I reloaded and fired at the legs of the person. The person fell down, smacking the sand.
"Don't kill me! Please!" The person cried, it was a girl.
"What's your name? How old are you? Where you from?" I asked her
"My name is Mary! I'm 14! I am from Primm." She said
"Jesus, who were they?" I asked her
"Khans! They kidnapped me from my family when we were at the 188." She said.
"Damn it. Let me help you to the doc's house." I said to her, slinging my gun over my left shoulder and putting her arm around the back of my neck. She cried in pain as I lifted her up.
***
I took my helmet off and wiped sweat from my forehead. I got up and looked at the old doctor.
"She'll be alright." He said. I let out a sigh of relief "I went through that bag you gave me. I sent a man out when you left. He should be back any minute with the news of her kin."
I heard a creak from the door
"Mr. Mitchell" The boy in the door croaked.
"Yes?" The doc asked him
"I went and found the kin. They went on dead. Local NCR officials said they were killed when one of those trains transporting supplies and troops and all got derailed by Gangers, killed em both. Shame." The boy said.
"Any others?" The doc asked "Like, anyone besides the parents and siblings?"
"Nope, couldn't find them, anyways." The boy said, leaving. The doctor turned his head to me
"Looks like you'll be fostering the girl." He said, patting me on the shoulder. I gripped his hand and let go "I'm off to bed. She'll probably wake up in thirty minutes or less."
He walked down the hallway, letting out a yawn, then a door slammed shut. I sat down at a green chair and laid my gun along the wall. I store at the girl. I recited a poem my father once told me:
" Fly, envious Time, till thou run out thy race;
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace;
And glut thyself with what thy womb devours,
Which is no more then what is false and vain,
And merely mortal dross;
So little is our loss,
So little is thy gain.
For when, as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd
And last of all thy greedy self consumed,
Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss,
With an individual kiss;
And Joy shall overtake us, as a flood,
When every thing that is sincerely good,
And perfectly divine,
With truth, and peace, and love, shall ever shine,
About the supreme throne
Of Him, to whose happy-making sight, alone,
When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb,
Then all this earthly grossness quit,
Attired with stars, we shall for ever sit,
Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time!"
I slowly drifted to sleep.
***
I slowly woke up as I saw the sun creak through the windows. I looked at the girl. Her black hair, I slowly moved it back from her face. She almost snapped awake.
"You." She said, in a mix of bitter sweet. I nodded "You waited for me, didn't you?"
I nodded.
"You cared, didn't you?" she asked me.
"I'm not like most NCR troopers." I said. She grinned "I ought get going, before Lieutenant notices me gone."