Note: I just realized I keep putting off writing because I think I'm a bad writer.

"Whoa... dude... this is... the greatest thing I've ever seen..." Riley said to himself.

"I know! Oh my god! Do we have more!?" Riley replied.

"No, that's all Regahn had. Were did he go anyway?" Riley said, confused.

"Ahhhhh, I'm sure he'll be back soon." Riley replied.

"Ha ha ha! Ahhhhhh ha... Your face is (censored) awesome!" Riley said to himself.
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Milo looked through the grating at Riley sitting in the corner of the cell in a straight jacket.
He slid it closed and said, "What did you do to him?"

"He's been like that for a while now. It's probably trauma. He was woken from a coma abruptly and was forced to throw himself from a window even though his muscles were weakened." Bardon told him.

"Oh no, we're used to (censored) like that. He just looks... happy. Happier than normal." Milo replied.

Bardon hesitated, looking for the best way to explain.
"Oh, well he did run off when we started talking about putting him in there. When we found him he um... smoking what seemed to be a plant that grows mainly in irradiated swampy areas."

"God... damn it Regahn..." Milo said out loud, putting his face in his hand.

"We're probably going to get a few complaints for someone having it here." Bardon said.

Milo looked up and said, "Ya, I guess I'll take him with me to wherever now. Do you know were the vaults New Vegas are? There is one I suddenly can't remember the location of... or even the number. But I really need to find it."

"Well you could try around the strip. We haven't moved in there yet, we're stretched thin here right now. Thankfully though, so is the Legion." Bardon replied.

"Ya what is it with the you and the Legion?" Milo asked.

"Well it's kind of obvious." Bardon replied.

"Not really. I mean, I know you both want the dam but why are you all so pissed off? I mean, why are you even killing over the dam? You could just come to some sort of agreement. Your all acting like this is a war. The Dam isn't even that important, there are plenty of places to get fresh water. In fact, with you and the Legion camping around it it's impossible for anyone to get water from it. I mean, all your fighting for is who gets to charge everyone for getting watter out of a lake. And your fighting over that?" Milo asked.

Bardon was so mind blown that all he could say was,"Get the (censored) out of our base."

"You mean your gift shop?" Milo asked.

CHAPTER 49: Gods and pests

"Ugh. I can't stand the stupid little organisations with guns that try to imitate something pre-war. And then they convince themselves they are gods because they are shooting at other little organisations who don't agree with them." Milo ranted as they walked from the visitor center.

"War commercials in the walnut, eh." Riley replied.

"...Right. But, I mean. It didn't work before the war so what makes it better now? And the world is destroyed! Everyone is too busy killing each other to care about these idiots with guns saying "Ha ha! I win and now we are you rulers!" Well I didn't vote for them. And even still, congratulations, your now the rulers of a dead world. You know? The one you got by shooting everyone else!" Milo went on.

"...China?" Riley asked.

"What about China?"

"Fans' interest!" Riley said, loudly.

Milo sighed and said, "Why do I bother."

"An elephant never cares." Riley muttered.

Just then they heard a shout behind them and turned to see someone running twords them from the "base".
It was Ben.

"Hey! Can I um... come with you?" He asked.

"Milo paused and said, "...What?"

"I heard you talking. I can get you to the strip! Please, I have a really bad feeling about just staying here for long." Ben said, a little out of breath.

"Um.... ok." Milo said.

"Angels of luck on both sides." Riley said smiling.

Ben panted and asked, "What is with you?"

"Don't mind him, he'll make more sense if you give him a map or something." Milo said.

Ben put his hand in his jumpsuit and pulled out a large piece of paper.
"It's hand drawn but it's accurate." He said, giving it to Riley.

Riley looked at it for a while and pointed at a drawing of the Hoover Dam.
"We are not here." He said.

Ben looked at Milo who just said, "I don't know."
What they couldn't tell was that he was just making fun of Ben's drawing.

"Note: I have some things drawn but I don't have a scanner..."

"Where was it that we last left off? Oh right, pick up." Echo said and put the gun to the girl's head.

"Let's go then." He said and smiled, pushing the gun closed to her head.
Her hands moved to the keyboard but her eyes where closed.
She was so used to this routine that she could do it with her eyes closed. And she could imagine she was anywhere but here.

"I wish I could have met who took out his eye." She thought.

CHAPTER 50: Pivotal

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"I'll just take him scouting, he probably just thought he was an intruder or something. It'll be twelve soon anyway." Benji said to the confused crowd.
He was standing in front of the two remaining resistance members. Ort's newly mangled corpse was lying in the corner.
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"So! What were the others supposed to be doing while we're out?" Regahn asked, walking along a large stone wall.

"Trying to contact the others... What are you doing up there?" Benji asked, looking up.
Regahn jumped the twelve feet to the ground and landed perfectly on his feet.
To an onlooker it would look impossible but his knees hadn't bent at all on contact with the ground. It almost looked unnatural.

"Measuring that out." He said, blankly.

"Huh, have you ever tried parkour?" Benji asked.
He was a little stunned because he had been doing parkour for years but he had never been able to do something like that. Not to mention that Regahn was about a year younger than him.

"No... why?" He replied.
Just then he stumbled over something on the ground covered in ash.
He bent down to look at it and saw that it was a woman's petrified head.
From the looks of it, there had been a huge fire in the city they where in, and only burnt buildings and ash remained.
They had been there for three days but hadn't even found signs of a single Befreiung.

"Now I kind of want to see what you can do. Watch this!" Benji said and proceeded to run at the wall.
He leapt upwards almost the entire length of the wall and caught the ledge.
He threw himself upwards on top of it and said, "Ok, now you try!"
Benji wasn't entirely sure what he should expect from Regahn, any normal person would usually not make it above two feet.

"Ok.." Regahn said and instantly jumped forwards with his hands outstretched.
He landed on the ground in a crouching position and quickly jumped the ten feet upwards and hit the ledge in another crouch.

Benji was so amazed that it took him a few moments to react when Regahn was on top of him and there was a large hole in the building behind where he once was.
Regahn had already pulled the hunting revolver from Benji's backpack and was firing at the spot where the sniper had just been.
Benji quickly rolled over the wall along with Regahn and took the revolver back.

"For once would you use your own damn gun?" He said and looked through a small crack in the brick wall.

"We should move, a brick wall won't stop a sniper round. And I can feel the vibrations in time or the-" Another part of the wall exploded just above Regahn's head before he could finish.

Benji fell backwards and said, "I get it, but where too?"

"It's Echo, so he would expect us to-" Regahn started.

"Echo? How do you remember? I've heard about him." Benji said quickly while looking around for another place to hide.

"I remember small details, just-"

"Really? Like-" Benji was cut off by another part of the wall being blown out.

"Gah!" He yelped and fell back again.

"Well we can't just-"

"I know-"

"That hotel?" Benji suggested.

"Thin walls."

"But it's a-"

"German hotel? Thin. Walls."

"What?" Benji asked.

"What?" Regahn asked.

Another shot through the wall.

"Fountain?" Regahn suggested.

"Move!"

They dove from the collapsing cover and ran for the fountain.

"System?" Benji asked.

"Left, forwards!"

Benji rolled and screamed,"(censored)!" as a bullet landed where he just was.
They leapt over the large fountain wall and landed in a pile of corpses.

"Oh damn it..." Benji complained.

"I need a grenade." Regahn said.

Benji stopped and said, "Hearing you say that scares the living hell out of me."

"Either I get one from you or I make one out dry ice and a Nuka bottle!" Regahn said urgently.

"Fine, just don't kill us." Benji said and tossed him a grenade.

"No time to explain." Regahn said and threw the grenade without taking out the pin.
As he expected, he heard a shot and then the grenade explode.

"Run!" Regahn said and jumped from the cover.
There was a blind shot through the smoke and rubble.

"I need a gun!" Regahn yelled as the started to run twords the building Echo was shooting from.

"Why do you never-"

There was another shot which landed extremely close.
"Gun!"

Benji tossed him the second gun he was carrying, which was a small TMP, and Regahn began firing off at the windows Echo was moving between.
It gave them enough time to jump through the hole in the building made by the grenade.

"...why?" Benji said through gasps of breath.

"The doors were trapped." Regahn said, running to the side of the stairs and out of sight.
Benji exhaustedly followed behind him.

Once again, Regahn neglected to mention what he was doing but instead stood there for a moment.
He then shot an area of the roof, which turned out to be a support. They pressed against the wall as a large part of the roof collapsed along with someone in a long, black cloak who was covered in rubble.
Benji ran over to him and aimed the revolver down at his head.
He kicked the sniper rifle but he didn't move.
Confused, he threw off the hood of the cloak to reveal a heavily bruised girl.

The word "Monster" was cut into the area just below her lower throat.
And the sniper rifle had been tapped to her hands.

Note: I actually looked up kidney surgery.
"What the hell?" Benji asked, getting up but with the gun still trained at her head.

"Seeing as I'll be dead soon, I should probably mention that Echo escaped and that I'm his scapegoat. Not only that, but the rest of his enemies will be here soon to kill everyone inside of this building because of several documents I've been sending over the internet for years. Oh right, and there are bombs all over this building along with a big one stitched up inside one of my kidneys. So so lang reizend." She explained quickly.

"Wait, how long is the bomb set for? Regahn get over here!" Benji shouted.
They both turned to a stunned Regahn who's eyes had been trained on her chest the entire time.

There was an awkward moment until he said, "Where did you get that cloak?"

"Oh ya, your you. Come help me." Benji said, "Theres a bomb-"

Regahn hit her in the back of the head with a large brick and said, "Left Kidney. Should be easy."

"You don't have problems knocking women out, do you?" Benji said.

"Well I would rather she not be awake for this."

CHAPTER 51: Ballad

They carried her far enough from the building and set her down on partially burned table from a near by restaurant.
Regahn looked around and quickly picked up a large piece of glass.
He took out a lighter and held the end of the glass over the flame for a minute and put the glass on the table.
He tore off a piece of burned cloth that used to be the draqes of the restaurant.

"Thats... resourceful." Benji said, "Should I do anything?"

"Hold them off." Regahn said, nodding at the several mercs running in that direction.
He wrapped the cloth around his hand and pushed her onto her stomach.
Benji flipped a table in front of him just as the shooting began.

"Just so you know, soon I may need you to hold this open. Do you have anything... clean?" Regahn asked.

Benji looked through a crack in the table and shot around the table, hitting one of the mercs in the stomach.
"I actually carry doctor's gloves in case I need to touch something I don't want to." He shouted over the gun fire.

A few minutes in Regahn shouted, "I need you now!"

"(censored)!" Benji muttered and ran backed up to the table. The table was sheltered enough from the gunfire and at least three mercs where down but the rest were taking cover.

He looked at her and said, "Ugh..."

"Ok, I need you to put your hand right here-"

"Awww... awww! Do I have to?" Benji asked.

"Do you want to explode?" Regahn replied.

Benji slowly put his hand over the newly opened wound and held it.
"Gah!"

"Can't Geir do it?" Regahn asked.

"He hasn't been here for days. Alot of weird things have been happening with him recently."

"Ya, Blaine too." Regahn said, "Oh, try not to breath in this direction."

A piece of the table they where using as cover broke off as bullet shot through it.
"Damn it!" Benji shouted and began shooting around the table blindly while holding the wound.

"Be steady!" Regahn said.

"Easy for you to say, your not shooting!" Benji said, and threw the last grenade he had.
In response, Regahn pulled a gun out of Benji's pocket and shot a merc who was climbing around the makeshift barricade, without looking up from what he was doing.

"Ok, I'm almost done." Regahn said.

"That quickly?!" Benji shouted over the gunfire.

"I need something to loop the veins. Do you have something like a tube?" Regahn asked.

"Seriously? Um... there is a bent PVC pipe in backpack along with hot glue. You'll have to get it though."

Regahn bent down and pulled the pipe out of the backpack.
In a few minutes he had it out and was cutting it open.

Benji looked over and said, "What are you doing? Throw it at them!"

"I have a better idea." Regahn said, removing the small bomb and pulling one of the wires.

"We need to get back soon." He said.

"What about the mercs?" Benji asked.

Regahn plugged his ears with bits of cloth and closed his eyes.
He walked around the barricade and quickly shot one of the mercs who had looked over from behind a building.
Several other mercs attempted to rush him and he quickly dispatched all of them, each with one bullet.
He opened his eyes and looked up, seeing one merc attempting to run.
He looked at the merc for a moment then let the gun drop.

He turned and walked back to the others to see Benji staring at him strangely.
"What?" He asked.
Really his head hurt too much to care.

Note: I just moved into a new house with no internet. But there is a coffee shop with wifi within biking distance.

There was a difference between impressed and frightened. And Benji was leaning on both at this point.
He had just seen Regahn shoot down several people while muttering with his eyes closed. Not only that but he was almost certain that Regahn had murdered the resistance member, and if Regahn wasn't on their side then he wasn't sure if the resistance could stop him.
He decided not to worry about it seeing as they had saved each other's lives.

"You dismissed that quickly..." Geir said.

"So your out from behind the wall enough to talk to me, eh? Did I do something wrong?" Benji asked.

"I'll let you see whats been happening after I figure it all out. But seriously, why do you trust him?"

"Because even though I've seen him slaughter without his expression changing, for some twisted reason, he's saved three people that I know of. And I'm one of them. Plus, he just feels... ok." Benji explained.

Geir laughed and said,"Wow. Aren't I supposed to be the one on that side of the fence?"

Chapter 52: Best in show


“Is it just me or do you have issues with women?” Geir asked.

“Interesting coming from you.” Benji replied and lifted up on the table once again.
The girl was draqed across it, not changing the weight much.

Regahn groaned and said, “She must be malnourished.”
That was when Benji realized that Regahn was constantly eating but seemed to actually be losing more and more weight.
They had made it most of the way back to the hideout when they heard a voice and saw someone standing on a large stool with a microphone.

“Do any of you have what it takes to challenge the monster in normal hand to hand fighting? No one? No one at all? Come on, he doesn’t bite!”

“Ello there madman! What’s that your shouting?” Regahn asked when they got close enough.

“Mad?” The announcer asked.

“Well your standing in the middle of a burned city shouting into a microphone, with no power, at two people carrying an unconscious girl.” Benji explained.

“It’s called showmanship you ignorant little piss-“The announcer thought but quickly went on, with barley any pause, “I’m not mad, you’re just lucky! You’re our first customer of the day!”
This caused Benji to step back a little.

“So will you face the monster in a simple fist fight? The bet limit is fifty caps!” The announcer said, with an amazing ability to not explain anything.

“Yes. Will you?” Regahn said turning to Benji.
It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be any help.

“Oh yes, face the monster. Of course, I’ll be too busy laughing at your demise to be of any actual help. Have to be fair.” Geir said.

“Geir, you’re a [censored].” Benji said, as he set the table down.

“I suppose… what are caps, though?” Benji asked.

It was the obvious that the announcer wasn’t expecting this.
“Well they are a more popular currency.” He explained.

“But their everywhere.” Regahn said.

“This is why they aren’t worth much.” The announcer said.

“So why are they popular?” Regahn asked.

The announcer strained himself not to tell Regahn to shut up and simply said, “So sir, how much do you want to bet?”
Benji looked around in his pockets and found about seventeen caps that he had kept because they all looked different from the normal ones.

Regahn scooped up a handful of burn caps and said, “I have about nine.”
The announcer again found it hard not to kick Regahn.

“Great! Get ready, then!” The announcer shouted into the microphone.
He unlatched the large box next to him and opened the door.
The “monster” made sure to make a dramatic groan as he stepped out of the box. The enormous Russian man looked around seven feet tall and wore a large stereotypical mustache.

“I’m crushing this one today?” He said in a low voice as he stepped up to Benji.
As he said this, Regahn (who had been smiling the entire time) fell to his knees and bursted out laughing.
This was either from the “Showmanship” or the sight of a giant Russian man, who obviously was on several drugs, standing in an enraged pose in front of a pasty white British person.
Either way, this threw everyone else off.

“So... the monster will take boxing gloves so that he doesn't ruff up our contestants too badly-“ The announcer said but was cut off by Regahn falling to the ground and laughing even more.

The announcer glared at Regahn and went on.
“And you have the advantage of boxing tape. So you at least don’t break your hands-“
There was more hysterical laughter.

“Alright then!” The announcer shouted, “On the count of three-“

“Seriously?!” Regahn laughed, “....Seriously?!”

The announcer was sure to continue to fake a smile as he said, “Just go.”

“What?” Benji said as he looked over to see the boxing glove flying at his face.
With lightning speed he dodged and pushed his hand into the monster’s throat.

“Impressive!” The announcer shouted as the monster reeled back.

The monster cracked his neck (causing another round of laughter from Regahn) and threw himself at Benji. He swung at Benji’s face and waist as he flew forwards.
Benji dodged the hit to the stomach perfectly to be hit in the side of the face. The force threw him backwards into the ground.
The monster attempted a generic laugh, expecting Benji to take a moment to regain himself. But Benji was already spinning around with a cloud of ash and rubble hitting the monster directly in the eyes.
As the monster coughed and stumbled back with his boxing gloves fumbling around his face, Benji kicked him in the crotch.
When the monster bent over with ash falling from his eyes, Benji threw his knee into the monster’s face and sent the monster directly backwards onto the ground.

It was then that the announcer realized that he should include something in the rules against throwing dirt and blows to the crotch.
“Great…” He said unhappily.

“Oh wonderful, what do I win?” Benji asked.

“Still knockin about, eh?” Geir said.

The announcer looked around, jumped off of his stool, scooped up several burnt caps, and tossed them on Regahn’s convulsing body.
“A load of crap, now sod off.”

Note: I realized recently that all of the ideas I’m always having keep being used just after or right before I use them. Like when I started writing about schizophrenia and corpses being reanimated by spores right before New Vegas hit the shelves. It’s scary.

“I know someone who lives near Vegas, but I haven’t heard from him in a long time. Has a weird profession.” Ben said over the crunch of hardened desert sand under their feet.

“Define weird.” Milo said, “Riley, stop leaning on me.”
Riley responded by panting pitifully and stumbling away. Unlike Milo and Ben, Riley was from DC and not used to the intense heat.
He hadn’t known what to expect from the traveling. Even though seeing the world was a huge part of him suggesting they go in the first place, next to general curiosity.

“Some kind of self-employed brotherhood work. He’s an expert on the pre-war world and I think the Brotherhood of Steel pays him to help them out with things like that.” Ben explained and rolled his eyes. “Brotherhood of Steel. That’s a name that screams self-image issues.”

“Mah-…” Riley gasped and fell down.

“Gah!” He yelped as his face collided with the burning hot sand.
He squirmed and clawed through the hot top layer of sand, exposing the much cooler under layer which he began to roll around in, gasping.

Milo rolled his eyes, which next fell on the dark figure in the distance.
The figure was standing on a sand dune, completely still, yet not in a hostile stance.
Milo stopped and put his hand in front of them.
“Ben…”

Ben, not taking his eyes off of the figure, slowly said, “We should probably just walk around. Get Riley up-“
But when they looked down they saw that Riley had already gotten up and was slowly walking towards the figure. It had gotten hard to see him because the sun had just finished setting.

“Riley!” Milo whispered urgently and took off after him.
Ben stayed back and stared at them, not sure of what to do and beginning to feel very weird.

Milo caught up with him and grabbed him by the shoulder.
Riley looked back at him and said, “Bull horn gate.”

“What the hell are you… you…..” Milo stared horrified at the man who was in full sight now.

The man was staring blankly forwards with dead, blood-shot eyes. His mouth was hanging open, with puss and foam running out from under his rotted teeth. He was standing unpleasantly stiffly at an awkward angel and was dressed ripped apart, bloody clothes.
When he looked closer he saw that the man was bleeding heavily from his head and that his head seemed to be trembling like a leaf.
Most disturbing of all was that the one part of the man that was really moving was his hand, which was constantly moving in a perfect circle.
Milo was sure that he would never forget the sight of the man. Until what he saw next.

The man’s entire arm twitched furiously for a moment then stopped.
Then Milo saw the most horrible thing he ever had.
His head slowly detached from the his shoulders with a sickening rustling and scratching sound as the strained and rotted flesh of his neck fell apart.
Then, thousands upon thousands of one inch long Cazador young spewed forth out of his open head which seemed to be falling in slow motion to the ground. When it hit the ground was the worst.
It broke apart and collapsed like a rotted pumpkin causing a massive eruption of literally millions of young Cazadors to explode into the air.

Milo’s first instinct was to pull Riley by the collar and run backwards from a combination of horror, disgust, and fear. His body’s first reaction was to vomit like it never had.
He was still doing both as dragged Riley past a wide-eyed, immobile Ben.


CHAPTER 53: 110 Manhattan Ave


Riley thrashed around in his sleep next to the campfire and his foot collided with whatever Ben was attempting to cook over it.
“Well there go the hot dogs. It’ll take me forever to find another ghoul’s Gal bladder.” Ben said with a miserable look.
Milo didn’t reply.
Ben started to feel awkward so he said, “So what happened to you? A few people asked about you and said you just up and left. I even saw a want offer for you, but it was an armed guard position. Apparently you’re pretty popular amongst hired gunners…”

Milo paused for a while and said, “I was hiding, then running, then being pissed off, then I came back for revenge.”

This just made Ben feel even more awkward.
“Well… what’s he doing here?” He asked, looking at Riley.

“He’s curious about someone we knew. And I wanted to come back so he brought me.” Milo explained.

Ben looked up and said, “Wait, who?”

“Doesn’t matter now, he died when Rivet city…” Milo then realized that he still had no idea what happened to Rivet city but just that it was destroyed.

“Oh ya, he was there? I heard about that. Some settlement in DC that exploded?” Ben said.

Milo tried to think about it but it seemed to be getting harder and harder to think about.
“Ya… ya it… exploded and I was there. And my brother. He went to DC with my parents a long time ago when I… I….” It was then that Milo realized he didn’t remember why they left or what happened to him for several years after that.
Thankfully for Ben, a group of children dove over a large rock behind them and began shrieking.
They ran around Milo and Ben, circling them with spears.

“What?” Milo said.

One of them made several long clicking noises with his tongue and pushed the spear closer.
“…What?”

“I… think we’re being mugged by feral children.” Ben said.

More of them made clicking sounds.
“Well they’re not doing a very good job of it.” Milo replied.

One of them poked Riley with the spear, which was a rock tied to a stick.
Riley looked up and said, “Why do you people hate sleep?”
All of the children ran in front and behind them, while one clicked.

“Maybe we should just go with them and figure it out from there.” Ben said, confused.

“…What?” Milo asked.

The girl opened her eyes and saw that she was, in fact, not dead and in a small dark room.
She began to scream but put her hands over her mouth and fell off the bloody table she was sitting on.
There was a sound and she heard voices from outside of the room. She crawled under the table, still screaming with her hands over her mouth, and was finding it hard to move.
She saw light flood the room as a door opened and someone walked in. She remembered that it was bad for her to be under the table and she attempted to quickly crawl back on but couldn’t lift herself up.

“Whoa! Whoa, we didn’t expect you to be awake so soon! Here, let me-“Damien said, rushing over to her.
She lashed out and scratched him in the face then, before he could react, leapt on top of him. She clawed at his arms and bit him in the face.


CHAPTER 54: Monster

She gnawed on the straps of the straight jacket and stared up at Damien.
“Come on now. I’ll let you out when you apologize.”

She didn’t say anything, just backed even further into the corner.
Now that he thought about it, she hadn’t said anything since she had woken.
“Well the others will be back soon, and then you can just explain yourself to them.” Damien went on a stood up from where he was kneeling.

He walked back to a mirror behind the old gas station’s counter and looked at the cuts again.
“With you, the guy who talks to himself, and that… other one I don’t know how much more crazy we can take in.”

The doorbell jingled as the shop door opened and Bella walked in. She was followed by several other members who they had picked up on the radio and Benji who was trying to block Regahn from regain from general view seeing as he was lapping blood from his fingers.

“Thank the dark god your finally here! I was just trying to get to our little gabber here”. Damien said.

“Damien? What happened to you?” Bella asked.

“Ask her. As well, she’s all sixes and sevens.” Damien said.

One of the resistance looked at the sad group and said, “Is this seriously it? It’s good the Befreiung didn’t know about many of us.

“Ya, good for you.” Geir muttered.

At the sound of his voice, the girl ran to Benji and said, “I know you! You…”
She stopped talking again and everyone looked at Benji, surprised.

“Who are they?” The girl asked as she sat down between Benji and Regahn.

Benji didn’t know what to say and eventually said, “They are um… “
“A load of-” Geir tried to cut in but was stopped.

“Allies!”
They all looked back at him.
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The insect tumbled down over the pile of ash and looked around confused. In the next second the small insect was swept up by a much larger insect.
The larger one flew into the air and, just before it could bite into the smaller insect’s head, was flicked lightly on the wing.
Both of the insects fell into the pile of ash. The smaller one crawled quickly away as the larger one had its head bitten off by another hiding horror.
The new insect threw the other’s head to the ground and began svcking bitumen paste from its eye.
Regahn licked his lips.

One of the resistance members began walking up behind him and held out his hand to tap Regahn on the shoulder.
Benji saw this and screamed, “No!” He grabbed the resistance member’s hand just next to Regahn’s shoulder.

Regahn, still sitting there, said, “Don’t worry.”

He stood up and walked past them whispering, “Thanks for not letting him touch me though.”
The resistance member seemed to hear him.
Regahn, who was staring at the sky, instantly tripped over the girl who had been huddling behind Benji and broke his nose on the ground.

Note: The average human sneezes 196 times a year.

“We have it! Finally we have a break through!” Dmitry shouted as he ran through the door of the hideout.
Dmitry was one of the newer recruits that had been taken in by the resistance recently.

Benji heard the others crowding around the counter in the front of the store and nudged the girl that was sleeping in the small box next to him.
“Humerghlph…” She yipped and opened her eyes.

He could see this easily because she refused to go into dark places even to sleep.
“We have news. Are you coming?” Benji asked.

“N-… no. That one is in there. I don’t- He’s- What is it?” The girl asked.

“You don’t like Regahn?” Benji said.
The girl shook her head and shivered.

CHAPTER 55: Five times

“Finally something is happening!” One of the crowed said as Benji spread the finished plans across the metal-lined walls with magnets.

“Regahn?” Benji called.
Everyone turned around.

Regahn, who was sitting on the counter said, “This smells like fish.”

“…What?” Benji asked.

“It’s too big and glary and obvious amongst other things.” Regahn explained.

They all stared at him blankly.
“What are you talking about?” Damien asked.

“I’m not sure yet.” Regahn said.
He sneezed for the exactly two thousandth time that year.

“Record! …That’s bad.” Regahn said and fell off of the store counter.

“Is he alright?” Dmitry asked.

Benji ignored it and said, “Its normal. Do we know what we’re doing?”
**********

Benji put his hand to his mouth as the Befreiung guard passed by the doorway Benji was crouching in.
He slid his old knife from its holster on his leg. It was actually the knife Steven had saved him with in his last second. The explosion had broken it and he had found a large piece in his leg after he was released.
Just before he pushed the knife into the guard’s throat he heard a small cough behind him.
The guard pulled Benji from his hiding spot and slammed him into the wall.

“Que pouvez-vous dire pour m'arrêter du massacre foutu vous?” The guard shouted.

Before the guard had time to do any real thinking Regahn stepped out of the shadows holding an ice bucket.
“Ello there, don’t worry about that. We’re used to it. We are from Der letzte Ausweg your superior ordered a large amount of wine to here? I guess they didn’t mention it to you. And don’t worry about him, he’s my body guard.” Regahn explained.

“Le vin ? Oh oui, un mentionné- I mean, yes he mentioned it. Security is just tight though.” The guard said.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s British. We have plenty of those.” Regahn said, looking over a clipboard which he had actually just filled with universal theories written in Latin.

“What? No no, I’m not expendable! In fact I think I might be the only “British person” in the world!” Benji said, still adjusting to the situation.

The security guard released Benji and said, “Sorry about that.”

They carried the ice bucket down the hall and into an isolated area.
“You were planning that! He could have shot me!” Benji said angrily.

“Oh he would not. Trust me.” Regahn said and put the bucket of wine on to a lift that was being sent to the conference room.

“Plus, isn’t this better than sneaking in?” Regahn asked as the bucket was pulled down.

“Fine, but what about the others? We need to be in position.” Benji said, looking around.

“We will be.” Regahn said as a large section of the floor exploded.
Beneath it were several other floors that had collapsed from the lack of support.

“Regahn, what the [censored]?!” Benji yelled at him.

“Oh calm down, small adjustments in the plan are good. You’ve been so uptight recently.” Regahn said and started climbing down a splintering support beam.

“Well I wonder why!” Benji shouted after him.

“No time to play shrink!” Regahn shouted up and jumped from the support on to the first floor he came to. Cutting off anyone trying to escape below.

“That’s not what- Oh [censored] it.” Benji said and slowly eased himself onto the support beam.
He was feeling more and more frustrated today for reasons he wasn’t even quite sure of.
A shell hit right next to his side as he climbed past several floors.
He turned, gun in hand, to see that he had made it to the last sublevel floor.
The target (who had been selling most of the war machines to the Befreiung) was running to the stairs and was leaving several armed guards to cover his escape.
Benji fired off with the Kel tec as he dropped and rolled to cover. As expected, two of the guards dropped from the snipers that the resistance had snuck in through the vents.
Benji stood up and fired off while they were distracted, dropping three of them. He ducked underneath a long wine table before he was seen.
He quickly duct taped the knife to the end of the gun and ran along the side of the wine table.
None of them knew where he was and were too busy dealing with the snipers.
Benji rolled out from behind the wine table and pushed the end of the gun into the closest one’s spine. He flipped the corpse around and so that it would absorb the gun fire as the remaining to wildly shot in his direction. One of them was instantly killed by a sniper.
Benji let the destroyed corpse drop to the ground and ran at the last one, who was blocking the door way.
The Befreiung turned to raise the gun to the charging Beni.
His head exploded as Benji, still dashing towards the door, pushed him out of the way.
Benji kicked in the door and mowed down the guards who had been aiming at it. He reloaded and ran up the stairs after the target.

“There’s no way he’ll get past Regahn…”

He continued up the stairs, unstopping and shooting down anyone in the way.
“You might as well [censored] run! I’ll rip you’re [censored] spines out!” He screamed as he slit another one’s throat.
He was getting too pissed off even though he didn’t know why yet.
There was no sign of the target or Regahn.
He was in the main room where he had come in and going door to do killing anyone inside.

“What- What? What the hell is wrong with me?”

The guard who they had seen on the way in stepped out of a door way and put a gun to the side of Benji’s head.
“Don’t move! Just don’t move!” The guard stuttered. Benji noticed that the guard’s hand was shaking violently.
Feeling this, the wall that Geir had been hiding behind came down. And as Benji’s mind was flooded the memories of what Geir had been going through, he finally knew what and who Geir was. And Geir had definitely never been a part of Benji that had just snapped.

Geir pushed the gun out of the guard’s hand and threw the guard into the wall.
He picked up a large, blunt stick and kicked the guard in the stomach.

“J'étais fid-“The guard gasped as Geir shoved the stick into the guard’s chest.
**************

Regahn clutched his head as his vision blurred. He tried to keep the gun steady and trained on the target. The music rang through his head as he toppled to his knees.
They were on the rooftops now and it was beginning to rain heavily. For some reason it wasn’t acid rain.

“So they’re letting you druggies have a gun?” The target said, assuming Regahn was going through a bad crash. He walked over to the pistol and picked up, examining it.

She gavnde us kiswinses ane

“Gunninger Armory Modified 1911. I’ve always wanted one of these.” He said, aiming it at Regahn.

Anead friand loyal unto death

Regahn lunged sideways and was shot in the leg as he tumbled from the roof.

After searching for so long I found Merlin's story (he kept wanting me to read it).
Here's the http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1114568-a-ghouls-life-in-the-wasteland/page__p__16358830#entry16358830.
He's really good

Note: I’m going to love writing season three. It’s going to be the storyline and the type of I’ve been working towards this entire time.

“I still don’t understand.” Riley said.
He was preoccupied with the feral children so he was able to think straight.

“What?” Milo asked.
The children were leading them to a building resembling a prewar orphanage. They were put back in use after the last prewar baby boom.

“Well for one, how I’m walking.”

“You just thought about that?” Ben asked. “I actually helped with that. You were given treatment to prevent muscle and tissue damage while you were out. That’s NCR medical for you.” He explained.

“Alright, next question. What could possibly incinerate Rivet city and in such a short amount of time?” Riley asked.

“…what?” Ben asked.

CHAPTER 56: Hero

Geir kicked in the door leading to the roof, laughing hysterically. Through his blood covered eyes he saw a large black shape standing alone in the rain.
He turned to the figure but, after a flash of light, was forced back into Benji’s mind.
Benji doubled over in pain and shock. After seeing Geir’s memories he couldn’t think straight.
He heard what sounded like very muffled words.

“Guess I can’t just shoot you all. But I recognize you. You’re the new face of the resistance.” Müller said, reloading the gun.

“And this ill-conceived attack can be used to send a message.” He went on, cocking the gun.

He pushed it against Benji’s head and said, “Personally I have no idea how you made it this far.”
Just as he pulled the trigger Benji heard a scream and a shot right next to his head.
He looked up to see that his vision was cleared enough to see Müller stumbling to the ground and Regahn standing behind him. Regahn’s head was bleeding profusely along with his leg but he was somehow managing to fist fight this three hundred pound man.
He saw Müller fly at Regahn who ducked and kicked him in the back of the leg, sending him down to one knee.
Regahn elbowed Müller in the base of the neck ineffectively seeing as Regahn was an inch from passing out. Müller elbowed him in the stomach and Regahn sprawled out on the ground behind him, unconscious.
-----------------

Twelve hours ago

“She can’t help! She just had amateur surgery!” Benji said.

“All I mean is that we don’t need baggage. “ Bella replied.
Unknown to either of them, the girl had been listening to their entire conversation
-----------------

The girl leapt onto Müller, strangling him. He whirled around, gasping for breath and threw her off of him and across the roof.
She had gotten to the tower about an hour ago but had just found gun fighting. Seeing that this had been a bad idea she had escaped to the roof after being cut off from the entrance to the building.
And now she was tearing a rotted lead pipe from the wall.
Müller charged at her, expecting her to be easy. Instead he was spun to the ground after a blow to the face from a large pipe.
Even though she recently had a kidney removed she was in better shape than Benji or Regahn.
Müller grabbed her foot and pulled her to the ground, making her drop the pipe. She struggled away a little but he was instantly up again and had her by the hair.
She groaned, not having much of a vocabulary. He raised his fist in horrific rage, ready to bring it across her face.
A gun shot tore through the air and blood spattered across her face. She fell to the ground and quickly jumped away. She turned to see he had been shot clean through the stomach.
The bullet hole opened a little more, then the contents of his massive stomach tore through the flesh and emptied out onto the floor. She turned and vomited violently.

She looked up and saw that Regahn had gotten up and helped Benji , who had crawled to the gun, to his knees. And he had put Benji’s arm over his shoulder so he could aim.

“Aww, I was wanting to take him alive…” Regahn said and fell to the floor.

Note: You can thank P3rphicoil_ooze if there is ever a romance element. Ugh, I hate writing those but there is so much I could do with one.

“He looks bad, but I’ve seen worse.” The “strongman” said.
They had run into him on the way back. Seeing as the resistance’s medic was killed in the attack and he happened to be a doctor.
Now he was standing over Regahn, bandaging the giant gash across his head.

“Will he be… awake again?” The girl asked, searching for the words.

The “strongman” (whose name was Retz) peeled off the fake mustache he was still wearing on accident and explained, “It’s highly doubtful he’ll pull through… but the one who pulled him back here might live. Shots to the gut can be pretty bad.”

“…oh.” She said, looking down at Regahn and the bandage that was quickly turning red.

“Did you at least get him?” Retz asked.

“Yes.” She said, letting some of the blood drip onto her hand.

CHAPTER 57: Demon

The nameless man woke to see the screen flicker on for the first time in almost a month. But to see only darkness.
He quickly turned to another computer and began typing, only to be cut off by a sound he had never heard before. It was a door opening in his room.
He looked at the ceiling, confused. Then turned around to see someone in a large plastic suit standing next to him. He screamed and fell from his chair; he hadn’t seen another human since his parents disappeared.

“Whoaa?” He tried to say.
He hadn’t spoken for an entire year.

“I am your relieve. It appears your subject is going to die, which means very soon you will have a choice.” The giant in the radiation suit said.

“Wha… what?” The nameless man struggled to say.

“You know that he’s been out of range once before. After three weeks we have his signal back up but we don’t know how long it will last. According to his vitals he has several concussions that may be fatal. This means there is something you need to see.” The man went on.
*************

“We need to leave now!” Dmitry yelled over the explosion at the top of the building the store was under.

“Dmitry, what the [censored] is going on?!” Damien shouted, stumbling out of a door way holding several bags.

“The target was too important! There is scrambling in the lower ranks but they already have a missile fix on us! They followed us back!” He yelled as an explosion close to the store blew out the windows.

Bella threw one of the Resistance members to the floor with her as part of the roof caved in.
“Doesn’t this mean we know where the missiles are coming from?” She yelled.

“Yes, but I figured I would give you the bad news after we got the hell away!” He screamed, carrying bags out of the store.

The one who everyone had gotten use to simply calling “the girl” started wheeling the wounded out of the stores. No one had time to object.

“Right, almost everyone is out!” Bella yelled.

“What abo-“Damien was cut off by a flash of blinding light and the entrance of the building caving in.

“[censored]! How are we going to get out?” He said.
Bella ran to the collapsed part of the store and lifted a filing cabinet out of the way, letting in a little light.

“I can see them! Over half of us got out-“She was cut off by one last deafening explosion, throwing her across the room.
***********

“Twelve people, twenty ghouls, one feral ghoul, and twelve servants. Servants… they are kept away from the people because they are less than people… you are different, girl. You’re a monster.”
The girl slowly opened her eyes, though her vision was blurred again. She felt around until her hand felt a table edge that she could push herself up on. She looked around and could make out a large white blotch on the floor.
She stumbled over to it and felt it to see that it was Benji. She held onto his arms and tried to drag him out of the room. He was much heavier than he looked and seemed to weigh her down, yet she persisted until she fell over another body on the floor.
She looked down to see that it was Retz, and that he was attempting to hold himself up so that he could pull another body out of the room.
Bella’s shouting alerted everyone in the room.
“They’re dead! All of them! I’ve never seen a targeting system so fast… we’re alive because… oh god…” She fell to her knees and vomited.

************

Benji woke in pain, once again. But this time he was on a small, burnt mattress. He could hear and smell water beneath him.
He lifted himself up on one shoulder and turned to see that he was in the wooden docking house that the submarine had surfaced in when they first got to this dead place.
Several of the others were around him, including the only two wounded who had survived.

“What?” He groaned and fell back down.
Damien (who looked badly bruised) rushed over to him and said, “No no, lay down. We were attacked, yes, but Dmitry was able to get a lock as soon as the missiles were launched. So at least we know where the chain starts and we don’t have to keep cutting small pieces out of it.” He explained.

“Ugh… did we lose anyone?” Benji asked.

Damien hesitated and said, “Yes, many. The missiles changed course just as a large group of us got out of the building. None of them survived, but if the missiles hadn’t moved none of us would have escaped before the building collapsed.”

Benji coughed and groaned, “Regahn, Retz, and the girl?”

Damien hesitated, and then said, “All dead. Retz would have lived if he hadn’t tried to pull the girl out before the building caved in. And Dmitry died in the bombing.”
He didn’t mention that Retz had first helped her get Benji out just in time.

Wow...One of these days I am going to sit down and read ALL of this. The dedication and will to keep this going is extraordinary considering people give up if they don't get five comments every chapter sometime...Just amazing....I just need to salute you. I want to offer some advice but I usually don't do that until I finish all of the chapters...And this seems like the length of a novel so it might be a while, but I will do it!

Oh wow, thanks Yitt. I actually didn't know how many people were still watching.
Hi, everyone. Just letting you all know that new chapters are coming, their just taking a while because of planning... amongst other things.

I have read your story from the beginning. I came over from the link posted on the bioshock fanfiction that you started writing. I look forward to reading the new chapters. Keep it up!

Thanks, and I'll start all other stories back up as soon as I get a break from this one.

The first few chapters were great, sometime I might read the rest when I'm not thinking at a million things at once. Personal stuff and whatnot, y'know.

Wow, I didn't expect all of you to be watching. And I am curious to know who will find all of the references and hidden meanings behind the chapter names.

“Oh… my god. This explains so much… How could he do this?” The nameless man said horrified as he stared into the tv screen.

The scientist in the radiation suit ejected the tape from the tv and said, “Now it’s for you to decide.”
He turned to Regahn’s computer screen and quickly typed in a long series of codes.
The screen went black with white writing across it.
“Conclude? Y N”

“Y will return all of his memories to him. We think.” The scientist explained.

“Think?” The nameless man suddenly felt a bit of sadness. He had been with Regahn for so long yet he hardly knew him. Regahn had remained the same unknowing, rarely talking person full of questions that he didn’t know if he knew the answers to.

“This particular subject may be… repressing memories. Much of what he doesn’t remember isn’t because-“The scientist stopped talking and they both looked at the screen.


CHAPTER 58: Lies

The girl lifted the last of the rocks off Regahn’s side and paused. Part of her wanted to leave him there.
But at the same time she had no idea why she could hardly stand to look at him.
She didn’t have much time to think because somehow, Regahn’s eyes were opening.

“Mnuh…” He groaned, and attempted to push himself up.

“Regahn! Listen to me! There isn’t much time! I’m trying to help you as much as I can, but-“Blaine said before his voice disappeared again.

Ella and the girl lifted Regahn up and looked around for a broken window. The room was completely destroyed and most of it was buried. They found one to force themselves out of just as the rest of the building caved in.

They hit the cobblestone hard, and quickly began crawling away from the building.
Regahn turned over and saw Ella standing next to him with Dogmeat at her side again.
“Who...?”
***********

“He’s talking to nothing again.” The nameless man said.

“How can this be happening? His vitals are next to critical.” The scientist said, calmly.
***********

“You need to listen to…. Driving you mad!.... I’ve been hiding….. Vegas! The Vault….. You have to stop them…… Benjamin is the key……… Only one who can stop them…” Blaine ranted.

“We need to go under a building.” The girl said.

“Most of the others got out. I don’t know where they are.”

“What others?” Regahn asked.

“You’re the only one who can…”
**********

The scientist, without word, stood up and walked to the door.

The nameless man knew he would be back when he needed to be.
“You said it was memory suppression.” He called after the scientist.

The scientist stopped with his hand on the door.
“He’s figured out to fight back before.” The nameless man went on.

“Yes. He figured it out very soon before we had to introduce more restraints. Before he escaped he even killed our best man.” The scientist said.

“Well… what if he remembers? What if he remembers it all?”
The scientist opened the door and said, “If Ron McNiall ever remembers his life, he himself will be his greatest worry.”

Note: There has been little character and story development because seasons one and two have basically been a prolog for the main story.

“What the hell Geir?” Benji asked.

“What part don’t you understand?” Geir said.

“Why would you do all of that?”

“I don’t know yet. I haven’t remembered it all yet.”

“Benji? Are you alright?” Paxcow asked from the seat next to him.

Geir looked up and said, “What? Ya, fine.”

“You’ve been siting there moving you’re lips for half an hour.”
They were all beginning to feel odd around Benji.

CHAPTER 59: Control

“At least we know where we’re going now.” Ben said.

“Mages.” Riley replied.
They heard a groan behind them and turned to see Milo on the ground, holding his head.

“Milo?” Riley asked, rushing over to him.
Milo reared up and punched him in the face with a surprising amount of force, sending Riley onto his back.

“What the hell?!” Ben shouted.
Milo just collapsed onto his knees.

“Bum… rushing… sonofanass…” Riley grumbled from the ground.

All of them were cut off by the air raid siren going off from inside New Vegas, which (thanks to the orphans that they had stayed with for a while) was now only half a mile from them and in sight.
From the looks of it, this hadn’t affected Milo at all. He was still on his knees with his head down.
A large shell exploded close to them and seemed to have come from inside New Vegas.

Ben pulled Riley up and yelled, “We need to go!”
But Riley couldn’t hear him. He was close to the explosion and couldn’t hear anything at the moment.
Ben pushed Riley in the direction of the Freeside gates and pulled Milo up by his arm, only to let him drop back down when he saw that he was bleeding from the corners of his eyes.
There were several screams behind them that he turned to see was an army charging towards them and New Vegas.
Ben slung Riley’s arm over his neck and began running to the gates.
**********

The scope of Cassian’s sniper rifle moved from the man on the ground to the two running for the gate. But they looked nothing like the Befreiung army charging them.

“Befreiung, or Nazis, or whatever we’re supposed to call this era of bigots.” He thought.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he recognized one of them.
“…Ben?” He said out loud.
He quickly looked back into his scope and shot a Befreiung who was chasing them with a sickle.
***********

Ben looked behind them as he ran to see that several Befreiung’s heads were exploding behind them.

“I do it because my lord commands it!” The Befreiung being interrogated yelped.

“Have you ever thought that maybe your lord is an ass?” Cassian asked as he kicked the Befreiung in the stomach.

The Befreiung coughed and said, “You know nothing…”

“Well he or she or whatever sure sounds like an ass.” Cassian replied, kicking the Befreiung in the forehead.

“Cassian! We need him to talk now! They’re rushing us in full force!” One of the soldiers with a mini gun shouted over the gun fire.

Cassian turned back to the soldier and said, “Come on, do you really think you’ll be giving us anything we will ever be able to use well?”

The soldier thought for a moment before saying, “7067427755. You won’t be able to do anything with an outdated code though. No one uses those explosives anymore.”

“Thanks for that.” Cassian said and turned to the gate.
He calmly walked over to the gate and opened it a little so that he could see the C4 strapped to the other side.
He turned back to the Befreiung and said, “Seriously?”

“What? We didn’t want to possibly hurt our own people.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and punched in the code. The C4 timer stopped.
“Wow, really? That actually worked?”


CHATPER 60: Stabilizer

Regahn woke, nearly screaming. As always after a dream, he felt like crouching in a well-lit corner with a shot gun.

“Hmm, where am I now?” He seemed to be able to remember someone’s face. Someone with a large scar on the side of their head, which was mostly covered by prematurely white hair.
The memory seemed to be fading more and more.

Like he did every day, he went over the last thing he could remember: His mother, father, and the overseer, being murdered by a ghoul.
That and Regahn pushing a gun into the face of the same ghoul.

“But what am I doing now?”
He looked down and saw a young girl was sleeping on his neck.
This through Regahn into the most awkward state he had ever been in as far as he knew.
“Who the hell is she? Why is she touching me? Is she going to try to kill me? Was I drinking last night? Did we kill anyone?”

Her eyes slowly began to slide open.
“Uh oh! What do I do?”
As soon as she looked up at him, she moved a good two feet away and said, “Hi..”

“She doesn’t seem to like me. Grah! Wake up!” Regahn picked up a brick and slammed it into his head.

“Good morning to you too.” The girl said.
**********

They were in a courtyard yard now and it seemed to be around mid-day.
“Where are we?” Regahn said, turning around in circles.

“Um… Germany?” The girl said, confused.

Regahn stopped spinning and said, “Germany? What the hell are we doing in Germany?”

“You… came here with people to fight a group of other people… who were apparently going places and shooting people.” She said, even more confused now.

“Hmm… not very literate.”
“Right right, don’t care about that.” Regahn said, snapping his fingers. “Have I seen a mammoth yet?”

“A… what?”

“Right, never mind.”
This was cut off by a large slam about a block from them.
They hide behind a building and looked out to see that several Befreiung subs were packing up and leaving the area.

“They are the ones killing.” The girl said, pointing.

Regahn looked back at her and said, “I suppose we’ll be taking one of those out.”

They crept up to one of the guards who seemed to be loading body bags into one of the subs.
Regahn signaled for the girl to get one of the body bags when the guard left. They dragged the bodies out and dropped them into the ravine. After which, they sipped themselves into the second awkward situation of the day.

About an hour after they had been loaded onto the sub, the sub took off.
The girl heard the door to the small body room close. She began to feel an overwhelming fear in the small dark, horribly smelling place, full of bodies. It was just like the boarding house.
She quickly unzipped the body bag and tumbled off of the pile and onto the floor. She crawled around aimlessly, beginning to have flash backs of the place. She knew she couldn’t scream or she would be hurt again.
All of this went away quickly when she heard the voice next to her ear.
“Follow me, quietly.”

Regahn opened the door extremely slowly, making no sound at all. He put his hand up, signaling for her to stay behind him.
He slipped out of the doorway and snuck up behind two Befreiung next to a broken mirror, staying just below eye level.
He stood up and said, “Oi, sorry in advance for this.”
Just as they both began to turn to him; he pulled a two jagged pieces of the mirror out in both hands and stabbed the one in front of him in the base of the neck. At the same time, lunging to the one he was talking to and plunging the mirror piece into her throat.
They both dropped without a sound.

He turned back to the girl who seemed unfazed by this, and said, “Alright then, we just have to do that to everyone on this sub.”

May I dare ask, when will this be over?

Thanks, and after part three.

“Sir, I don’t think I should be on this raid.” Benji said to the announcer Granza.
They were back in London now but weren’t going to stay long.

“Benjamin, this is one of our most important attacks and you’re one of our best.” Granza explained, “And we obviously can’t take more losses.”

“No, you don’t understand I really should-“ Geir took control and said, “I’m just nervous sorry.”
He quickly turned and walked out of the room before Benji could stifle him again.

The Anomaly Of Regahn: Geir

“Geir, I know you’re pissed about what happened to you but if you do this we’ll be outcasts again. And some innocent people might die. Plus-“

“Shut up Benjamin. You think you’ve always been the optimistic, nice, stable one and I’m the one psychopath with an obsession with impaling things. But you’re just as mad as I am. You just refuse to… see it.”
They were in a truck full of other resistance members now.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Benji asked.

“Look, I’ve been protecting you all your life. Now let me do this one thing and finish mine.”

“How can you even be sure what happened?”

“Alright, I’ll show you all I remember again.”
**********

London- 2243

Geir was running from something, through several dark, twisting alleys until he came to a large pub which was making all of the light in the dark area of the city.
As soon as he saw it, he pushed through the doors to see a room full of drunken party goes. One stood out among them, who ran to Geir and hugged him, yelling, “Hannibal!”
It then faded into the next thing he remembered.
He was walking with the woman, holding hands, walking through a courtyard. Geir looked extremely out of place here. Nothing else interesting happened before this memory faded into the next one.
The next was of his family, the woman and his daughter.
The next was of him kneeling in their blood. He turned and saw several men holding guns, trained on him. There was a flash, and the last of the memories faded.
**********

“The last three are still alive. They are here. And I’m going to kill them.”

Paxcow’s sub slowly slid to a stop; tossing all of the resistance members around a little.
“I actually prefer trucks to this.” Benji said, starting to feel awkward in the silence.
Geir didn’t say anything.

“Well it looks like I’m coming with you on this one. We need all we have.” Paxcow said.

“Just don’t get in my way.” Geir said, starting up the ladder behind Damien.

“Are you going to let me out at all?” Benji asked again.
Geir continued to ignore him.

In all there were about thirty of them. Which was large for a stealth force, but they would need to be spread out all over the area they were attacking.

“Hey, look at that.” Geir said.

“What?”

“Where back in Nottingham.” Geir said as they approached the destroyed castle.


CHAPTER 61: Ripping Wings off of Butterflies

“This is where one of the two hides. Now I’m going to go over this one more time…” Damien (Who was now a Captain) began explaining.

“What are we doing here? And what exactly happened last time we were here?” Benji asked.

“They didn’t tell me we would be going here. Just a list of the soldiers stationed here…”

“Benjamin, you will go with Damien and Bella. You seem to have the most experience with them. Now, we’re not entirely sure what it was that caused the explosion that happened here, but it happened deep within the place. So if we can, we’ll be investigating that as well.”
***********

“Benjamin! What are you doing?” Bella asked from behind him.
They had made their way to the underground entrance to the castle.

“I’ve got this one; you should probably pay attention to the guy behind you.” Geir said to Bella and the guard attempting to sneak up behind her.
Damien and Bella both turned on him, while Geir killed the three guards at the entrance (with a silencer) before any of them could make any sound.

“What about the others, Geir? They don’t know what they’re walking into.”

“I think I can handle most of them.”

They made their way down the dark path until they came to a large steel door.
“Why are they still here? Damien asked, “They should have moved out after this place exploded.”

“There has to be something special enough about this place for Keiser to be here… Benjamin, what are you doing?” Bella asked.

“This is a vault door. It requires a password.” Geir said, standing over a panel next to the door.

Geir thought for a moment and typed in MKV1782690.
The panel made a beeping noise and it changed back to the password screen.

“Damn, what could that be?” Bella asked over Geir’s shoulder.

“Geir, you’re going to get them all killed.” Benji said.

“There are more important things than their little “cause”. They think they’re doing so much when right now, what do you think the rest of the world is doing? Surviving and trying to pick up the pieces of a dead world. That will never change. No matter how many little groups of pre-war army impersonators and “resistances” try to spread themselves across the world. Now, let me finish this.”

“You think revenge is more-“ Benji was cut off by the sound of the vault door grinding to the side.

He looked down at the panel and saw that he had typed in YELLOW HEART.
“What?” Benji said out loud.

“How could I know that?” He thought.
Geir took back over and rushed through the door way and into the room in front of them.

“Geir. No!”
Benji took control and unholstered the Berreta 92FS he had strapped around his waist. He turned to the others before they could get through the door and pointed it straight at Bella.

“Whoa! [censored]! Benji, what the hell are you doing?” Damien yelled in shock.

“Saving your life. Sorry if that’s a bit generic.” Benji said and kicked the switch on a control panel next to him. The door slowly slid closed in front of the confused others.

“What the hell, Benjamin? I need them!” Geir shouted at him.

“If you’re getting us killed, you’re not taking the others down with us.”

“Soft son of a [censored].” Geir muttered and continued into the dark hall.
They could hear sounds of gun fire above them. Yet strangely the halls were unguarded.

“Why is there a vault in Nottingham?” Benji asked.

“I don’t know. I barely remember anything from my life.” Geir said, not really paying attention.

“It feels weird that we’re about to die. I mean, we haven’t really done much with my life. And before Regahn came along, not much really happened.” Benji talked nonchalantly as they walked down the hall.
Until Geir came to a complete stop and walled himself off from Benji’s thoughts again.

“Geir?” Benji asked.

He was silent for a few minutes of seemingly just standing there.
“…Benji there’s something-“

“Grah!” Benji fell to his hands and knees.

“No! Not this!” Geir shouted.
************

“Did you hear that?” The guard asked Edward.

“I hear….. all.” Edward said after a moment of thinking.

“Meaning?” The guard asked.

“Yes. Yes I heard that.”
Edward had been stationed in England with little action other than the undead and the day he had been part of a recon team at a crash site.

“Well, we should probably go see what it is. You know? We’re guards?” The guard said.

“Weeeellllll, seeing as there are two ways in here and both are relatively far from here, I say we stay here and eat the cake…” Edward replied.
He had made cake because he knew he would be patrolling today. But the other guard wasn’t sure about eating it seeing as, knowing Edward, it may contain ether to help the flavor.

“No, no. I think we should definitely go check that out.” The guard said, starting off down the dark hallway before Edward could debate or be near him.

The guard stopped as soon as he saw Benji on the ground.
He held the assault rifle on him and shouted, “You! Get up!”
When Benji didn’t move, the guard paused then slowly began walking towards him.
“I said up-“The guard stopped as Benji raised his blood shot eyes to him.

Benji leapt up and pushed the gun to the side just as the guard began shooting. He yelled just before Benji bit into his neck, tore out his Adam’s Apple, and let him drop to the ground.

Edward watched all of this, debating on what to do.
“Well, no cake for you.” Was what his mind churned out.

He looked from the mangled corpse to the man now on his knees. He took this as a good time to run down the hall as fast as he could screaming, “Raging limey!” To the others.

For those of you who haven't seen it.
http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1188215-the-end/page__p__17654256#entry17654256

Haha! The power to shape destiny is at my finger tips!

At any rate you've got an admirable act, Admiral. I love to see how this would end, I would say with a twist, but this whole story has been a twist. It's like you liquified a rubix cube and put in your story, it's awesome.

However, I do have a bit of advice. In fact I won't spend much time on it as not to bore ya.

But I think you should add some more detail, you don't have enough descriptive language, I'm only getting a fuzzy image instead of a clear one. But that's me.