Thanks it would be much appreciated if you could point out some of my mistakes and don't worry that was going to be my last cliff hanger anyway. Thanks for constructive criticism.

Ok so this is most likely the final chapter. I worked long and hard on this but criticism would still be welcomed. I hope people enjoy this I know I enjoyed writing it. Comment away.


Chapter 4

I didn't know what to say I couldn't just tell her the truth. She would think I'm crazy! I decided to keep going along with my cover story.

I stepped inside. The house was old and I was honestly surprised it was still standing. The paint was peeling on the walls to a point where I could almost see the scaffolding. If there was any paint on the wall it was cracked severely. Although a home was a home it had a kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and a lounge. So there was nothing to really complain about. We sat down on her lounge and began to talk.

"So what do you need to know?" The woman asked.

"Well I need to know who this man is." I said placing the photo on the table.

The woman glanced at the photo. It didn't take her long to realise who the man was as she put down the photo almost straight away. She looked distressed so I asked.

"Are you ok?"

She looked down and sniffed. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine. This man, he's an evil man. He owned me before Moriarty did."

I was a bit shocked.

"He owned you? You were his slave?"

"Yeah I was his slave.... of sorts. He accepted contracts from many people throughout the wasteland." The woman replied.

"What do mean 'contracts'" I questioned.

"You know. He got a contract from someone and then got one of his men to carry it out. He was a hitman contractor."

I became numb all over. I couldn't even feel myself breathing I didn't even know if I was breathing. I had to get out of there I needed to clear my head.

"One more thing do you know where he is?" I muttered as I got up to leave.

"Well I'm not too sure if he still lives in the place I was kept but I could show you how to get there. I have a map some where around here."

The woman opened up a draw and began to burrow through it.

"Here it is. You can keep it as long as you kill Moriarty although I'm not sure how finding this man will help kill Moriarty."

I got up and took the map. I left without saying another word.

I didn't care to be cautious any more I just walked down the road. I didn't walk far as I saw an off track path leading up towards a picnic table. I sat up there for a while trying to decipher who I really was.

"I couldn't be a hitman why would I have a picture of my employer?"

After a long hard think I came to a conclusion.

"I must have been wronged by this man somehow and gone off to kill him but his hitmen must have got to me first. In the battle I must have hit my head and forgotten who I was." I thought.

I still had to go to this place and find out what he knew about me. So I began my journey. It was a long journey and the heat of the sun made it seem even longer. I stopped at a river and drank. The water tasted terrible but I needed it. I took a quick toilet break and continued on.

The wasteland began to play tricks on me and I saw things that weren't actually there. I never got into any danger if I saw something I would make sure to stay well away, even if it was real or not. Day began to turn to night and the heat of the sun left leaving the coldness of the wind behind. My long coat kept me warm even though it was a bit tattered.

Finally I reached the shack. It was an old rusty shack with a bunch of Brahmin out the front. You could never have guessed that anyone lived there let alone a hitman contractor. Although I suppose that was why it did look that way.

The door was unlocked and creaked as I opened it. I only opened it enough so I could peer through. It was pitch black and I couldn't see a thing. I decided to venture inside as the shack appeared to be empty. How wrong I was. At that moment I heard the door close and lock behind me; the lights flick on. The man from my photo sat right there in front of me pointing a sawed off shotgun in my direction. He began to talk.

"Ah welcome back Peter I've been starting to wonder where you got off to. I heard you had been killed. Obviously that source is unreliable. I also heard you created quite the ruckus in the town of Megaton. Apparently you claimed you didn't know who you were and that Moriarty knew. So tell me what have you been up to?"

The man spoke with an accent although I had no idea which one. I didn't care if he believed me or not I just needed to know.

"I need to know who I am."

He looked at me and chuckled.

"Oh how delightful, it is true, you really don't know who you are. Before I tell you who you really are I wish to know if you have any idea on who you were."

"Well I believe that you had wronged me some how and I was coming to kill you but you men had got to me first. In the midst of battle I must have been knocked unconscious causing my memory loss." I spoke with confidence as I truly believed this.

"Well that is quite the story unfortunately you couldn't be further from the truth. The truth is I picked you up at a young age from a settlement that had just been wiped out by raiders. You happened to be the sole survivor although you were just a boy. I trained you and others like you into my weapons. My perfect hitmen. You were the best of the best, my right hand man. One day I caught wind that there was an assassination plot to kill me. Apparently I had ordered a kill on the leader of the groups' wife. The man wanted revenge and formed a small squad that were going to 'cleanse' the wasteland of 'evil' people starting with myself. I sent you to deal with them almost a week ago and never heard from you since. Well until now that is."

I was in shock.

"No, no this can't be true. Why would I have a picture of you in my pocket? If I was ever caught your face would be known throughout the wasteland." I said in disbelief.

"Yes that was a risky move giving you my picture. I had faith in you although it would appear that I shouldn't have. To prove to my clients that the deed was truly done I had all my hitmen cut the finger of the target off and bring it back. Since I was under no contract this time I decided to add my own twist. I wanted you to show the leader of this group, as he died, the face of the man who had destroyed his entire life."

I was speechless. It was too much to take in all at once. I leant up against the wall and had to take deep breaths.

The man chuckled.

"What did you think that you were some sort of hero? A policeman for the wastes? A regulator for justice? No you were a hitman, scum of the wastes. I hope you took notice of the past tense I used. I am afraid to inform you that you have blown your cover and therefore you are no use to me. It is time for you to die."

This was it I couldn't take this place anymore. It had crushed my spirit and I was going to give in. I took a few steps from the wall, turned around and knelt down.

"Make it quick." I said.

"Ah good to see that you have taken this like a man." The man spoke in a cruel tone.

I felt the warm barrel centimetres away from my head.

"Just before you kill me I need to know something. What was the name of the man who led the group?" I asked.

"I believe it was... um... oh yes, Johnathon Cruz." The man said replying smugly.

That was all I needed a moment of lost concentration. I ducked as I quickly spun around so I wouldn't get shot by a default reaction. It was a lucky move as he did fire a shot just missing me. I had armed myself with my knife and as I spun around I stabbed him in the arm that was holding the gun. The hitman dropped the gun and I punched him square in the groin. He bent down in a wail of agony holding his groin. I then gave him an uppercut which knocked him off balance causing him to fall backwards. I picked up the shotgun; it still had one shot left. Without saying a word I shot him right in the head.

Blood covered the floor as did little pieces of the mans head. It was over. I sat down to collect my thoughts. I had a tough decision to make on whether I should continue living my life or if I should just end it there and then. After about 10 minutes of racking my brain I came to a decision.

"I still don't know who I truly was and I don't know if I ever will. I do know that I have got a second chance at life. I may not know who I was but I do know who I am now. This time I'm going to do things right. I'm going to try and make this wasteland a better place. From today I will be known as Johnathon Cruz, Regulator of the wastes."

Epilogue

Two years before the lone wanderer left the vault a man named Johnathon Cruz formed a group called the Regulators. He turned the shack into the Regulator HQ. His coat became the official uniform of the Regulators. He collected the fingers of every evil person he killed. John soon recruited more people and the Regulators grew into a small organisation attempting to police the wastes.

A short while after he formed the Regulators he fell in love with a women named Sonora. They married and she became Sonora Cruz.

A couple of months before the events of the lone wanderer, John died of radiation poisoning, leaving his wife Sonora in charge of the Regulators. John died happy knowing he was a Regulator.

You do mean creator of the regulators, Capitol Wasteland detachment, right? Because the regulators were there WAY before 2277...

Yes I do and on the wiki it says the Regulators of the Capital Wasteland have nothing to do with the Regulators in Fallout 1. Also on the wiki the Regulators that are in the Capital Wasteland don't have a history.

So nobody else has any comments on my final chapter?