Hopefully you'll like it The two *heroes* in this chapter will be the most reoccurring ones, while I'll introduce more through the story. If, and only if, this catches on anyways. This chapter is just the introduction, and the whole story will stay true to Fallout. But, if you don't know some of the people I'm referring to, I'm mentioning the names and places they come from at the end of the chapter.



Jon Osterman was a man of infinite abilities. He's lived longer than any man has before. His earliest, most historical record was in 1959, when he became the blue, glowing, powerful man he is today. Fatal accident, wonderful consequences, and a broken man was what happened.

One of his abilities was wonderful, and that was the ability to see into the future. But not today. Today, he can't tell me anything that's going to happen. His vision is blurred by nuclear holocaust; tachyons flood the air. The thing that makes what he says all the more ridiculous: the world has already experienced it.

I woke up here, one day, with half of New York's population gone ? disappeared off the face of the Earth; nowhere to be seen ever again. I didn't know my name when I woke up, and I still don't even now, months later. I'm a Stalker, and people call me what I am. It was a world of superhuman abilities, and mystical powers. That makes my story all the more interesting...

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"How many people died, Jon? During the Great War, how many bombs were dropped, lives were lost?" I asked the glowing, blue, muscular man. I couldn't help but to look away from his lifeless, milky white eyes. There was no color, just white.

"You're the only person bothered by my eyes, you know." Jon replied, in an almost feminine voice, "And the number you couldn't comprehend. Billions of lives were lost, and thousands of bombs were dropped."

"I can comprehend a big number, Jon." I replied, not knowing whether or not to be offended.

"The shock value is too great. Trust me, please. You know I'm right." Said Jon.

I shrugged, and walked around my studio apartment. I looked out the window to the destroyed city: Building leaning on buildings, most of them were tumbled over. There weren't that many people anymore. It was gray. Just gray.

"Thank you for visiting me. No one has come here in a while, it's nice to have some company. Have you heard anything about the disappearances, or in your case seenanything?" I asked Jon, determined to find out what had happened.

"I do not know what happened yet, but I'm always trying to see. Some sort of electromagnetic interference obstructs my view at the the time people left our world. It's just for a second, then everyone's gone." Jon replied, emotionless like always.

"Is there anyway to find the source of the interference?"

"Unfortunately, no. All I can tell you is that it's not anywhere near our city. Miles from us, maybe from a whole other planet. The possibilities are endless, we'll never know."

I heard the honking of a Semi Truck outside, on the street level. Loud things were so annoying. A majority of gang members drove them around, with gun mounted all over the damn thing. The armored buses were a totally different story. Gangs took over too much of the city since the electric device detonated wherever.

"Maybe more than just our city was affected? I have an idea, actually. At the time of detonation, couldn't you look where your vision is weakest, but just on our planet? Try and pin point a general location, you know? Maybe even teleport there, look for evidence?"

Jon stood up, and looked at me. His eyes still freaked me out. He said, "I'm sorry, that's too much work for something I care too little about. You're on your own, Stalker, you'll have to search for information yourself. Maybe ask Alex, he seems to get around a lot."

"I'll find him. Why don't you know my name? My real name." I replied, frowning.

"You're special." Jon Osterman said, as he disappeared from my room with a blue flash. Small jolts of electricity shot around my room. He never says goodbye.

I turned back, and looked out my window. Looking down to the street, I saw a group of half naked people sprinting along the sidewalk. Someone seemed to be running from them, or maybe running with them. Odd, I thought, as I turned back to my apartment door. I put the hood of my jacket over my head, and lifted the mask up to cover my face. As I walked out my door, I couldn't forget to grab my AK-47u, my least favorite goddamned gun in whole world. It was the cheapest gun I could buy, though, and I planned on replacing it as soon as I could.

No one leaves their houses without a gun. Not with the Brotherhood, Enclave, Raiders/Gang members, and Ghouls running around the city. No one was friends, but no one shot on sight; which was nice. I've heard some bad things about the U.S. Capital after the Great War.

Outside now, I made my way to a giant concrete wall blocking the district from the rest of the city. Where I lived was literally the safest place in the city. There weren't any cars in the other sections. No houses, or apartments. The only useful things were stores that sold illegal goods, like guns and ammunition. You treat everyone outside like they're armed, and a psychopath with a motive to kill, kill, kill.

"Lemme out." I said to the Brotherhood Paladin standing by the gate. His armor was identical to the rest. Gray. How fun.

"Don't take that tone with me, local. You're lucky I'm under strict orders, otherwise you'd be dead." He waved at some other paladin on an above platform, who in turn pulled a lever. A small door in the giant door clicked open, and I was free to leave.

As I walked through the door, I said, "For the record, I'm anything but a local." The door shut, as the Paladin said something obscene.

More destruction. Huh. It got old fast, very fast. I tightened my grip on my weapon. I knew there was something watching me. There had to be. I walked fast, determined to find a market, where there were Enclave and Brotherhood and Gangs to keep me "safe". Each faction had their own setup to recruit new members. Except the Enclave, they just rewarded people for bounties at the office. They were into mercenaries.

There was a crack, and the sound of something rock hard falling and hitting the ground. I instantly turned to the sight, with my rifle almost pressed up against my cheek. There was another sound, like a swoosh of something moving fast. I twisted my body again, following it.

Something touch my shoulders.

"[censored]!" I yelled, as I turned around pulling the trigger. The bullets were absorbed into a black, alive looking solid. I stopped shooting, and told Alex off.

"Alex Mercer. Just the man I was looking for." I said to the shape shifting man. Alex laughed, and grabbed me and hugged me.

"It's been too long, Stalker." He said loudly. "You were looking for me? It's not about those people is it?"

"You know it is, Alex." I said, gently pushing him off of me. "Jon won't help me, so I'm coming to you. You're constantly gone, I was hoping you'd know something."

Alex's face slanted, "It my not be relevant, but I heard of an electric man. His powers came from nowhere, and rumor has it that they match Jon's abilities. He was a mailman, or something, in Washington D.C."

"Washington? Huh. Osterman said something about electricity. Is there anything else you know?"

"Just that there hasn't been any power in Washington for a very, very long time. You should check it out, somehow. It's not that far from here, considering the other crazy places like Empire City." Alex shrugged, then cocked his neck to the side. He raised one arm, and I watched as it shifted into a blade.

"What is it?" I asked, lifting my gun up.

"Deathclaw."

"What kind of Deathclaw?!" I demanded, now.

"The kind that can do what I do!" He said, as he knelt over and jumped into the air. He was gone instantly. Just like Jon. They never say goodbye.

I heard a yell echo through the building next to me. Not two seconds later, the wall came crashing down. A giant, beyond huge monster stepped out. It was obviously a Deathclaw. But it was black and distorted. It's paws were giant boulders, but soon changed into massive claws. There were two other next to it, on both sides, but they were lesser ones with no special powers.

Suddenly Alex jumped down on the large one, bringing his arm-spear through it's head. The death claw ? and Alex ? disappeared into the ground. Who knew where they came back up. The two other monsters eyed me and growled. They showed their sharp thick claws. I lifted my weapon, and started to shoot.
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Alex Mercer - [PROTOTYPE] - Video Game. http://www.guiamania.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/videojuegoblog_alex_mercer02.jpg

Stalker - S.T.A.L.K.E.R. - Video Game.