Please be nice as this is my first Fan-Fiction and I'm a little nervous. Enjoy :celebration:




Prologue

My eye looked down the scope of my sniper rifle. The target, molerat, a.k.a lunch.

"Breath son, focus. You can do it," my father assured me.

I was ten at the time, my arms barely made it around the rifle. I struggled to hold up the gun up. My dad was the greatest shot I've ever seen, I couldn't let him down. I wouldn't let him down.

"I got this. I got this," I told myself over and over.

Relax, focus, breathe I thought.

I inhaled, steadied my aim as much as I could, and....

BOOM!

The bullet sliced through the air. Greeting the target with a thunk as it penetrated the molerats thick skull. The creature rolled on to its back and quickly died. A sense of joy and excitment filled me and I couldn't help burst out laughing.

"Good work Skeeter!" My father exclaimed as he patted my head.

A little while later we were in a recently built one room shack. The only light was a little lamp we scavenged. It was cold and damp, but it was home. Me and my father sat on the floor and happily ate away at the molerat. Both of us grinning ear to ear.

"[censored], anybody in there?" a gruff voice called out.

Our grins suddenly turned to looks of fear. We heard from a wandering merchant, that there was a couple of cannabilistic raiders patroling the wastes close to our shack. I hoped to god it wasn't them. I knew what whould happen to us if we they captured us, they would slowly tourture us until we died then they would eat us. I felt a cold shiver creep down my spine.

Another man yelled "We asked nicely once, now were coming in!"

The door swung open, and I screamed. At the same time my father darted across the floor to his 10 mm.

One of the men yelled "Mine's bigger!" and grabbed an assault rilfe.

The other man looked at me, his eyes looked cold and angry. He wipped out a sawn-off and pointed it at me. The assault rifles barrel pointed in the my fathers direction.

The man laughed "You're gonna taste great!"

At that momment my father dropped his gun, and dived for the mans assault rifle. And ripped it out of his arms.

"Piece of [censored]!" the man screamed.

I closed my eyes as two shots of gun fire rang out. I opened my eyes and saw my father stumble backwards and trip over the molerat.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed.

The man with the shotgun laughed. "You're next kid!"

I glanced over and saw my fathers lifeless body still clutching the rifle in his hands. I looked back at the men, one was approching me while the other was reloaing his shotgun. I lunged at the assault rifle, and grabbed it. I took aim at the two men and took fire. The men dropped like flies. My legs gave out and I clutched my fathers body, and began to cry.


Chaper One

6 years later....

"Please, Lucky Harith. I'll give you 50 caps for those sniper rounds, please!" I pleaded.

"Look, Skeet you have been a loyal customer for quite some time now, but if I give you a discount then I would have to give everbody discounts. 75 caps is my final deal." Harith said.

I sighed and stroked my gotee. "Fine here"

I reached into my pocket and handed him the caps.

"Thank you so much, Skeet!" Harith said happily.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. It was a good thing you let me work for you or I wouldn't have been so nice," I said jokingly.

"Hey, Skeet if you want there is a little town to the south west of here called, Megaton, that place isn't as expensive as me. You might want to go there for some trading." He told me.

I turned around and waved good by. As I walked away I started to think, yeah Megaton sounds like a good idea.

Chapter Two

The wasteland sun was unforgiving that day as the sun beated down on me. I took of my hat and wiped the beads of sweat of my forehead. Hopefully this place will have a nice place to stay I thought. As I was walking I heard a distant voice, it cried out "Please, please stop this!"

I ran over to a nearby cliff and took out my trusty sniper rifle. I looked down my scope and was stunned at what I saw. Strange people in big metal suits, on holding a flamethrower burning a women. The other one pointing a plasma pistol at a man.

"Please stop it!" the man cried out again.

"You are not pure. Die mutant!" he responded.

"You Enclave are [censored]s!" he screamed.

I clearly saw the Enclave man pull the trigger and the wastelander soon vaporized. After that I didn't think I just aimed and fired. I watch as the man fall backwards from the gun shot to the head. Not even making a sound. The other one was to busy hving fun burning the poor woman who was probably already died.

"You metal [censored]s!"" I yelled.

Another bullet left my gun and soon ended up in his skull. I put away my rifle and ran down to the scene. I was speechless at what just happened. I walked over to one of the Enclave and removed his helmet. I looked hard at the mans face. I snorted and kick him.

Intereting work, I see good potential in this one. A few tips to help you out:

The money is always in the details. Always try to put as many in as possible, but without getting too crazy.

There are a few gaps within the story. It goes from childhood, to the life of a wander to fighting the Enclave. Pretty much its going too fast. One of the problems I am currently having with my story is I know where I want to go with it, but its getting there thats hard. The experience makes the story more rewarding to write after its all said and done.

A little back ground also doesn't hurt. We know the character was attacked by canibals and worked for Lucky Harith. But how did he come to guard the weapons dealer of the Capital Wastes? What were the Enclave after? We've seen from their exploits that they don't attack for no reason. Everything the Enclave did in the wastes had an overall objective goal, and they don't needlessly waste resources. (They could have nuked the Citadel, but instead nuked a better target [not going to spoil it, play Broken Steel]). At the same time, they put everything into the defense of the Purifier, for good or ill.

Over all though, I like where its going. Kinda has the "Lone Man against many" that carries on the Fallout Traditions. Keep it up, and I'll keep my eyes peeled for this one.

OOC: Thanks you for your feedback TZRock.

Chapter Three

After a long week of traveling, I found the town Megaton. My feet felt like they were going to explode as I walked into the town. I walked into the town and was quickly greeted by an african-american cowboy wannabe.

"Well, well what have we here, huh?" the man said.

"Oh, uh hi my name is Skeeter. I'm looking for a girl," I told him.

The man smiled "Aren't we all? My name's Lucas Simms."

I laughed "No, not like that Lucas. I'm looking for the girl that owns a store here?"

"Oh you must mean Moira Brown." Lucas turned around and pointed up to a sigh that read, 'Craterside Supply'.

I thanked him. And then asked him if there was a place to stay for the night. He told me that there was a vacant room at Moriarty's Saloon.

I opened the door to Craterside Supply and accedently bumped into a man in a strange blue jumpsuit. I aplogized but he didn't say anything back. I noticed that the back of his jump suit read 101. A peppy, young female voice made me turn back around, and I was greeted by a red-haired girl.

"Well hello there traveller," She said.

"Oh hi, are you Moira Brown?" I asked

"Last time I checked," she snorted.

"I was hopeing to trade with you?"

She responded "Well of course!"

A couple minutes later, I had bought a 10mm submachine gun (for closer-combat) and burgandy combat armour (gotta get out of these brahmin-skins). I also traded Moira the flamethrower and the plasma pistol from the Enclave soliders, she paid me a lot of caps for the plasma pistol. I waved her good-bye and walked out the door. I spent the rest of the day in Megaton meeting the colourful characters of Megaton. After a couple hours talking to the settlers and exchanging stories I decided to go over to Moriarty's to buy a bed for the night. I walked into the Saloon, and approched the bartender.

"Bartender!" I yelled.

The man turned around and looked at me. "Yes?" He questioned.

"Gahh, [censored]. What are you?" I asked

"Oh god, not again. What, you never seen a Ghoul before? Figures, do you want a drink or not?"

"I'm sorry if I offended you but truth is I've never seen a ghoul before," I told him. "Oh, uh is there a room open? I really need to rest."

"I don't need your apologies." He looked down at a piece of paper. "Yes sadly there is a room available. That will be 50 caps please,"

I gave him the caps. As I turned around there was a guy right in my face. He looked very afraid and sad.

"Holy crap! Pleasefor the love of god don't do that again!" I yelled.

He looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry." He said quietly.

"Hey, hey what's wrong man?" I asked him.

"I need your help, please. I'm an escaped slave and I need your help to get back my brother." He told me.

"Wait, wait back up. Tell me what happened to your brother."

"Well my brother and I where escaping a couple of slaves. We thought we where going to get away, when one of the slavers shot my brother in the leg. He couldn't move so he told me to get away as fast as possible. I ran and hid in a nearby farm house. I looked out a window and could see the slavers beat the crap out of my brother," he paused to hold back tears "then.. then they dragged him away. Oh, please you have to help me."

I looked at him puzzled. Something about him, it just didn't feel right. I don't now why but I told him that we were going to set out tommorow.

Chapter Four

As promised the next day me and the man, whose name I found out was Wayne, set out to look for his brother. But where are we going to start. The Wasteland is a big place. I thought.

As if reading my mind Wayne told me "I think we should look where they were last. It's just west of here"

So we headed out west. It must have been hours later, and still on sign of the place. So I decided to pass the time telling each other about us. I told him about my life from when my father was killed and about the time when Harith found me and hired me as a bodyguard. He asked me how my father was killed. I winced when he asked me that, but I still told him how he died. Then Wayne told me about his life he told me that he and his brother used to work as security guards for a place called Rivet City. But then they got bored and quit, he told me that they were doing good until the slavers came. He was a slave for two years until he finally escaped.

Suddenly Wayne stopped. His voiced changed from the sad man, to a more gruff voice "We are here."

I looked around and saw nothing but the empty wastes for miles and miles. Then out of now where a big whack at the side of my head. There was immense pain and then I blacked out....

I'm enjoying the story so far, but may I just say the chapters are way too short. Make them longer if you wouldn't mind.

Thank you for the comment. Believe me the chapters look longer on paper