Chapter 1

"Do you know what happens when a man goes out looking for blood?" asked the Old Man.

"What?" I asked.

"He finds it."

I woke up in a cold sweat from my nightmare. Ever since 'The Incident' I had been having them every night, and it was starting to take its tole on me. I stepped out of the disgusting bed and walked over to a small, cracked mirror hanging on the wall of the room I had rented. I looked at the large bags under my bloodshot eyes and could only think of my father as I looked into the grungy mirror. I looked like him after he had been out drinking all night.

I am Michael Derrick. Ex-Brotherhood Sentinel. I've been on the run from everything for days. Running from the Brotherhood. Running from my father. And most importantly, running from my problems. I was the son of an Elder. I had the most privileged childhood you could wish for out here. When I grew up, I was fast tracked to the top. I got my own squad at 22 and was a Sentinel by 24. I'm 26 now. People would kill to be me, because I was a hero. What happened to lead to me staring at myself in what I assumed was the worst inn in the Capital Wasteland. Well, we'll save that story for another day.

I looked at my old watch and realized it was 8 in the morning. The only reason I thought it was still night was because of what I now realized to be a thick layer of grime covering the window. I sighed and picked up my armor, getting ready to put it on.

My custom Power Armor had been lost after 'The Incident', so I had taken some old American Winterized Combat Armor from the Anchorage Memorial. I wasn't using the head pieces though, it was way to hot for that.

After putting on the armor I picked up my guns. Which amounted to a M16, a Laser Rifle and a .357 Magnum that had also come from the Anchorage Memorial. Pathetic. I sighed and came to the conclusion that I needed more weaponry. I was all set to head out of 'Moriarty's Saloon' to go down to 'Craterside Supply' (Who made up these names anyway?) when I checked my satchel of caps and realized I only had enough to buy breakfast this morning.

Even better! I had next to nothing in the middle of a wasteland! I kicked the wall in frustration and I swear the whole damn place nearly collapsed.

I sighed and collected all of my other things and headed down to the bar then walked over to the ghoul.

"Give me something to eat. Preferably not poisonous with a little bit of nothing sickening on the side." I joked as I threw him a few caps.

The Ghoul nodded and brought me a Brahmin steak and put it in front of me before darting back. I looked at him strange for a second before realizing what his problem was.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. I'm not a Ghoul hater. Whats your name by the way?" I asked as I swallowed some dry brahmin meat. I was just about to vomit all over the Ghoul when he spoke up, distracting me from my vomiting.

"Gob." he said as he examined me, probably trying to decided whether I could be trusted.

"Well, Gob, I have a question. Know where I can make a few quick caps 'round here?" I asked, hoping he would. The Ghoul stopped examining me, hopefully deciding to trust me, and answered.

"Yeah, I heard Simms, the guy who dresses up as a sheriff, is looking for someone to clear out the raider camp near here. I wouldn't do it if I were you. Its suicide."

"Raiders are easy. Its your friends that you have to watch out for" I muttered with a pained grimace as memories of my friends hit me. "I'll go talk to Simms. Thanks for the room and the breakfast, they were... pretty bad. But thanks nonetheless." I said as I walked from the Saloon into the harsh world outside.

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So, this is my new story. Yes, I totally copied that beginning part about looking for blood from Wolverine, wanna fight about it? Give me feedback or die.

Up to your usual standard M'heree, very nice. But whats up with him complaining about having an M16, a laser rifle and a .357, most wasters would kill for those guns (and then with, teehee)

Thanks William. He was complaining because he is the son of an elder, and used to having a whole arsenal of weapons available at all times.

I get what ya mean, with my current level 16... Well I'd be unhappy with a FAT MAN, I'm serious, it just isn't enough... Great story, I like it, well done.

Thanks Francois! And those Fatmans are just so underpowered...

This is pretty good so far. I like it.

Oh come on is that all,more,more,more!!!Very nice read! :bowdown:

More! PLz.

I freakin' love you now.


Back to topic: I found it pretty good. For an intro anyway, but i'd LOVE to see more of it

Chapter 2

As I walked down the catwalk of the scrap town they called Megaton, I realized I had no idea where to find Simms. I had yet to meet the man so I decided to look for someone who could tell me where his house was.

My first attempt at speaking to someone ended badly. I walked up to a women asking about Simms and she screamed and ran away.

"What the hell is wrong with this place?" I asked myself.

My second attempt was a little more successful in the fact the person I was asking didn't run away. The man just stood there, glaring at me. I was getting pissed so I though I'd just end this the easy way.

I kicked his feet out from under him, pulling my pistol out and holding it up to his head.

"Tell me where Simms is." I said in the exact same tone.

"He'll be over by the front gate! Just get off me man!" he yelled. Thats when I looked into his eyes and realized he was stoned. I dragged him down to to the doctors office and threw him in there before making my way up to visit Simms. I took the time to look around the town and couldn't help but feel impressed. Impressed that they had been able to build something of this magnitude, and impressed by the subtle beauty the scrap town had. It was sort of like an abstract piece of art. It doesn't appear to be beautiful from a quick glance but when you looked closer you could realize its charm. He cursed, wondering why he was thinking such strange things when he had to get to Simms and stay alive.

He found the man hassling visitors as they entered Megaton and he laughed as he watched the reactions on their faces. You could easily tell the people who had never been to Megaton from the previous visitors, because the newcomers all had looks of horror and looked startled at Simms' greeting but the previous visitors just had a knowing look or a laugh.

He walked up to the man and waited for him to have a spare moment, before pulling him aside.

"Lucas Simms? I heard you had work."

"Yeah I'm the Sheriff of this town-" he started.

"Thats great, but do you have work?" I interrupted, not really caring about his delusions.

"Yeah I have some work. I need someone to 'clean' out the school in Springvale. There's a Raider base over there, and because I'm the sheriff of-"

"How much?" I interrupted again, still not wanting to hear about his delusions.

"200 caps."

"400." I said. He shook his head and I began walking away.

"Wait!" he yelled. I stopped and looked at him. "300 Caps?" he offered. I turned back around again.

"Ok! 400 Caps" he groaned and I turned around to smile at him and shake his hand.

"Deal."

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As I approached the school I couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous. I had no knowledge of the area and was new to these weapons and armor.

I looked at the decaying building and decided it couldn't be that bad. No worse than the Enclave. Hopefully.

I reached for my M16 and approached the building with it held up. I neared the door and kicked it open, bursting into the foyer and looking around.

One raider spun towards me with a tire iron in his hands. I kicked him the chest and pulled out my pistol, firing a single shot into his head. Another came at me from the side and he hit my armor with a Baseball bat. The blow cracked some of the plating of the armor before it bounced off, leaving the raider off balance. A quick burst from my rifle was all that I needed to down him.

Now they all knew I was here, and they could ambush me at the corners of the dark building. I walked forwards towards some lockers and was startled when the skeleton of a child fell out of one of them. I quickly looked away from the rotting remains and walked down a corridor. As I was entering a classroom I was ambushed by a raider hiding next to a doorway. This raider was holding a pistol and had made the mistake of getting to close.

I lashed out with the but of my rifle, breaking his nose and rolling as he let off a shot. As I recovered from my roll I withdrew my pistol from its holster again and fired twice at the raider, hitting him in the chest once.

I left the room and continued walking, eliminating ambushing raiders the whole time. As I slipped down some stairs I quickly realised this was the bottom floor of the school, and there couldn't be anymore raiders left.

I was wrong.

I entered a room only to find it was full of about six raiders all standing there scared out of their minds. I rolled back through the doorway and quickly shot a raider who tried to follow me out.

They were stuck in their and I had to kill them. I had seen at least two shotgun wielders in there and quite a few pistol wielding raiders so I couldn't charge in there. I decided to try and freak them out so I started talking to them.

"I'm ex-Brotherhood you know. Trained to kill you fools so many ways you wouldn't be able to imagine it. At the moment I'm trying to decided whether I should just starve you out, or throw a grenade in there..." I was bluffing. I didn't have any grenades and didn't have enough resources to starve them out. I looked at the wall I was pressed up against and considered it for a second.

If its weak enough... I thought.

I decided to give it a try and removed myself from the wall, taking a few steps back and preparing my M16.

"Lets hope this works guys! This is the quick and relatively painless option for you!" I laughed before emptying my whole clip on the wall, nearly destroying it completely.

I stuck my head through the doorway and was not met with a pretty site. Their bodies had been mutilated by the bullets I had shot through the wall.

I entered, looking for anything I could take from their bodies.

I was looking around when I heard a noise coming from behind a bathtub. I walked over there, weapon at the ready, to see what it was. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw the figure writhing on the floor behind it. I pulled down the trigger on my M16, hoping to kill it immediately. It didn't. I was out of ammo for my M16 and I knew I wouldn't be able to find anymore in the Wastelands so I just dropped it and pulled out my Laser Rifle, ready to burn the girl to a crisp when see looked up at me...

She was beautiful. Long blonde hair, big blue eyes. But then I looked closer and saw all the cuts and bruises on her face. I grimaced and she started to scream.

"Don't shoot me I'm not a raider!" she yelled.

Could I trust her?


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Ok so things are going pretty slowly I know, but I'm having trouble writing because my tonsillitis is distracting me. Thanks for the positive comments guys! I really do appreciate them. No feedback=Death.

I added a bit to Chapter 2, because I realised it was really short and uneventful. Even more so than the first chapter lol.

I like it. Its well written and exciting :goodjob:

Nice story, finish it. I reckon it's gonna turn out good.

Thanks Vum and Aussie, I appreciate it. But does anyone have any constructive criticism for me? I know I'm not a perfect writer (yet ) so there must be something to improve on.

I like your writing and look forward to reading more.

Some constructive criticism: try starting sentences with other than 'I' because it gives your writing more flexibility and subtly. Of course a few sentences can still start with 'I'.

8/10

The punctuation kind of annoyed me. Or should I say the no punctuation. 8/10! Good job!

I like how you expanded about the Raiders near Megaton.

Megaton seemed very calm for a town that's just a couple of steps from a school full of Raiders. :mellow:

Good job, very good read.

Its good, In the story and Writing. Someone should write one about the main Story.

Just one thing how could there be M-16's in that period. Eh who cares its still good.

Actually around 80% of all Fallout 3 fanfictions are about the Lone Wanderer, and about 90% of those svck terribly.

Anyway, good story. I want more . And that bit about the M-16, they have laser rifles dude. M-16's aren't a stretch by any means.

Chapter 3

I looked down at the girl, and I knew leave her there in good conscience. I kneeled down and sheathed my pistol, before reaching out for her. She brought out her hand only to show a .32 pistol in it. I froze, and she shot me once in the stomach, laughing as she leveled the gun at my head. As she lifted up her arm, I saw the tattoo of the Raider Gang I was exterminating, and cursed my chivalry. This was a dog eat dog world, where people did the most audacious things to get the upper hand.

Resigned to my fate, I decided to go out on fire.

"I have stood before a thousand Enclave soldiers, with no fear in my eyes. I have killed armed men with my hands. I have-"

Bam! Her head disappeared. I looked up and saw a man, standing at the doorway, grinning as he held up a smoking assault rifle.

"Nice speech man. Sorry I had to interrupt, but she looked like she was getting kind of impatient. And, I gathered you wanted to live, right? Maybe you don't, if you came down here. If it makes you feel any better I'll listen to the rest of your speech." laughed the man as I gaped at him. He was young, around 20. He had long, wild, blonde hair which went to his shoulders. He was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, with a SMG on his hip, and his Assault Rifle in his hands.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked. Probably not the best use of my vocabulary, but I was still kind of in shock from the head exploding all over me. Luckily, the majority of the gore went the opposite direction of me, because of the direction he shot from.

"Edmund Nikolai, but you can call me Eddie. And you are Michael...?" Strange, he had a Russian last name, but he looked completely American. I'd ask him about it later, if there was a later...

"Derrick, Michael Derrick. How do you know my name? And why are you here?" I asked, my hand going to my holster, just in case he had killed her just so he could kill me.

"I was staying at Moriarties too. I heard you talking to the ghoul and was gonna offer you a job, but then you walked off. By the time I found you again you had accepted the job from that [censored] Simms, so I decided I'd follow you and see how good you are." Eddie explained.

"How did I do?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Damn good! Actually, I wanted to talk to you 'bout that. Ok, so here is the thing. I'm an okay fighter, but I can't survive the wastes by myself! And I ain't exactly got a mission in life, 'cept adventuring. You, on the other hand. Well, your damn good, and you got that look about ya', like your out for revenge. Now, what I was thinkin' was-"

"No" I said, seeing where he was going with this, "I work alone, and I don't think you'll want to go where I'm going."

"Like hell I don't! C'mon man! You need caps? My Daddy left me plenty when he died. I can fund your whole expedition thingy. All I ask is you let me tag along! You won't even know I'm there!"

I thought it over. I did need the caps, and a person to watch my back couldn't be to bad. Could it?

"Ok. You can come..." I sighed, "But you're probably going to regret it. The guys I'm after, well, lets say they don't screw around. Lets head up to town, I'm hungry, and you're buying."

"Yeeha! I knew you where the one I was going adventurin' with! This is going to be awesome! You won't regret it! And of course I'm buyin', I said I would, didn't I?" Eddie laughed as we left the building.

When they got back to Megaton, I received my payment, and a grumble about how I was bankrupting him, from Simms, and then I sold some of my excess loot. I was certainly doing well in the finance department now. We headed up to Moriarties for another night in that scrap heap, deciding to leave in the morning.

Now it was time for the daunting task of finding Daniel, Simon and Dimitri.

I liked it although it could have been slightly longer more like your chapter 2. Thats the only thing that I can say so you did very well. :celebration:

Thanks Aussie. That chapter was more for introducing Eddie than a real chapter at all. Its going to get a lot more interesting next chapter when they go looking for Daniel, Simon and Dimitri. But why are they looking for them?

WOW! That last chapter was epic! I love heads blowing up. Sorry no CC (constructive critisim) yet.

Hm.. pretty good. Put I thought that the part about the girl was a little to short... I don't really know how to explain it, but it felt kind of emotionless to me. Try to flesh it out a little more.

Good Story so far. Keeping my intrest. Cant wait for the next chapter.