Dido it is a great chapter

Still fast paced and awesome. Im friending you for your amazing work. Keep it coming, but dont feel like your in a rush, we dont care how long it takes to come out, as long as you dont half-ass the writing. Keep writing, and I'll keep reading.

Thank you for the encouraging words. I'm actually half-way done with the next chapter, and I'll be working on it some more tonight. It will probably be a little shorter than the last few, but not by that much.

Fair warning:

These next two chapters are going to be pretty sad. :shakehead: :sadvaultboy: :shakehead:

Or maybe they will be really funny, if you're into messed up [censored]. I dont know. :shrug:

And once again, no release date. Dont want to get your hopes up and dissapoint you. But I dont see it being too far off.

Okay, I got some bad news guys. I had to throw out the chapter I was working on yesterday. I felt that I had really messed up on that one, and I'm rethinking the whole structure of that chapter over again. This means it will be a while till the next installment. But dont worry, I've alreay started on it this morning. Just wanted to let you guys know, and as usual I'll let you all know when the chapter is up. Thanks for barring with me.

Ch.9: The Death of Fathers

Dennis vomited blood as a super mutant punched him square in the gut with its gigantic fist. Making all the other super mutants laugh in amusemant. This had been going on for several hours now, and the super mutants showed no sign of boredom. It wasn't everyday they saw a super mutant in a fist fight with a human. If you could call it a fight.

"Get up and fight! Get up human!", screamed the mutated spectators.

Dennis was on the ground, barely conscious. That last punch had broken several ribs, and after two hours of this, he was done. Unfortunately, that was hardly an excuse to his opponent.

"Why you not get up? You not dead. You can't be tired. Me barely hit you."

"He think you not good enough to fight! Think he better than you!", screamed a super mutant master in an attempt to aggravate its slower brother.

"WHAT! You think you better than me!", shouted the mutant. It then pulled Dennis upright by his shirt before hitting him across the face. Blood splattered all over the ground, and Dennis went limp. His neck broken by the force of the blow. Dennis was dead.

Sted's heart felt like it stopped as he saw the mutants toss around Dennis's lifeless body like a rag doll. He couldn't believe it. The man he has been with for twenty-three years. The man he had raised a child with, was dead.

Sted didn't yell out any curses, and he didn't start losing his mind. He just sat in his cage, quietly letting the tears roll down his cheeks. Not saying a word, even as the mutants tore Dennis apart and devoured his body. Sted needed to focus on the one thing he had left in the world. Milton.

For most of the night, the super mutants huddled around the fire they had in camp. Some of them ate whatever was in their gore bags, some drank from their tubs of irradiated water, and some even slept. They were even quiet about it. It would be an almost peaceful scene, if not for the stench of rotting corpses.

It was just before dawn when the group was startled by the loud wail of one of their brothers. A super mutant approached the camp waving Milton proudly in its hand. All the other mutants started laughing and cheering, delighted to have a new human to torture.

"I killed him! I killed one who kill brothers!", the new super mutant proclaimed.

"What! He dead!", shouted the super mutant master.

"Yes! I see him blow up ghouls with bombs. Same bombs that kill brothers! I grab him and punch and kick. He scream like puny human! Ha Ha! Then he stop screaming, even when I kick him. I not eat to show you. Ha Ha Ha!"

The super mutant master picked up a super sledge, and approached its proud brother. Out of nowhere, it swung the sledge right at its head. The mutant fell with a loud thump, dropping Milton on the ground.

"You STUPID!!!", roared the super mutant master. "You supposed to bring them here! Share kill with brothers! Now only one left to kill!"

Sted looked in horror as Milton lay motionless, covered in blood. He called out to his son several times with no response. Sted started to think he really was dead. It was too much for him to accept. He couldn't accept it! Was his whole family destroyed by these mindless abominations?

"Please no! You cant be dead! You cant both be dead! What do I have left! Why...WHY *sobs*. Why did you take both f them!? You dont even care about eachother, you [censored] MONSTERS!!! There was nothing to avenge! You dont care if we killed your kind! W-Why", he screamed before finally breaking down.

"Several of the super mutants gathered around Sted's cage as he cried. They were amused by his little display. Accustomed to their victims crying in fear, there was some sick satisfaction to be had by watching people cry out of loss.

"Boo-Hoo! Boo-Hoo!", screamed one of the super mutants. Causing an uproar among the rest of the mutants.

"Ha Ha! That all human good for! Crying and talking! Crying and talking! Make me want to kill more humans just thinking about it!"

"QUIET!!!", roared the super mutant master.

All the other super mutants became submissive, and backed away from Sted's cage as the master approached. Trying not to be the next ones it kills out of rage.

"Two go take woman back home for changing. Bucket Heads not see you! Understand!" The two super mutants it was staring at immediately grabbed the woman's cage and started dragging it behind them with a rope.

"Oh God! Oh God no! Please, let me go! Do something someone! Help!", screamed the woman. Her cries for help until they faded to dim echoes as they went into the metro tunnels.

The super mutant master then grabbed Milton's limp body and tossed it onto the pile of gore and carcasses that was their food. It then came up to Sted's cage, and made a disturbing looking smile.

"You last one left. That means you die special. I think long time, and you die same way brothers die. With own bombs!", it declared as it pointed to the stockpile of frag grenades and mines the mutants took from Sted and Dennis.

Sted soon found himself outside his cage, standing in the middle of the street. Behind him was the entire stockpile of frag mines, laid out and armed. In front of him were three super mutants, one of them was the master, with two boxes filled with frag grenades set up in front of them. Sted was shirtless, unarmed, starved, thirsty, and tired, but he had both eyes open. A chance would come, and it was all he was going to need.

"Pull ring then wait two second. It blow up right in his face. He back away he blow up, he come too close I shoot him. You throw till he dead.", instructed the master. "You stay there and not move!", it commanded the last mutant that was in the camp. "Ready THROW!!!", it roared.

The two super mutants in front of the master then immediately grabbed a grenade and threw them just as the master instructed. Sted ran out of the way as they exploded mid-air. Every so often, he ran too close to a mine and heard the beep of its activation, barely avoiding the blast. For what seemed like an eternity, he dodged one blast after another. Feeling bits of stray shrapnel cut his arms. The exhaustion of constantly stopping and running, stopping and running, sinking into his body. Until a flash had overtaken him.

One of the grenades exploded mid-air, barely a foot away from his face. The explosion cut and burned the entire right side of his body, with shrapnel digging into his right arm. The pain was tremendous, and forced Sted down onto his knees. Excited over finally hurting Sted, one of the mutants chucked a grenade without waiting. Giving Sted his chance.

Everything went into slow motion after the blast. Sted heard only white noise, but felt something bump his knee. He looked down and saw a grenade that hadn't exploded yet. Without even thinking, he threw it back at the mutants, and watched them be enveloped in a flash of light and smoke.

Remembering about the last mutant, Sted walked up to nearest mine and disarmed it fairly quick considering he used his left hand. As he walked past the blood stains that were once mutants, the ringing in his ears stopped. Reveling a bizarre calm in such a gruesome place. There was no sign of the fourth mutant, and the only sound came from the wind. It was a peaceful morning.

Sted sat down across from Milton, and just stared at his beloved son. He didn't move as two centuars approached the camp. He was tired, and just wanted to be with his family. There seemed to be no point to keep fighting for a life he didn't want anymore. As the centuars got closer, he laid the mine on his lap and activated it. As it started to beep, he looked at the remains of his family one last time and smiled.

"Goodbye everyone...I love you."

"Dad?", he heard.

"Mil-!", was all he got to say before the mine detonated.

Now that's just cruel, good chapter, it really makes you feel sad for them. Not much to say here other than keep on writing!

Well yes it is sad, but the wasteland is a real [censored] up place. In case any of you are confused, Milton is indeed still alive. I figured mutants are too stupid to tell whether you're knocked out or dead.

I've posted this to let you guys know I probably wont start on the next chapter until after the weekend. I've got a lot of work to do for my classes, and I cant afford to get distracted. I might be able to post the next chapter just before Thanksgiving.

P.S. I almost forgot to mention. You'll get to see what Milton looks like in the next chapter!!!

Author's Note: I was reluctant to use the first picture, but I thought it was pretty close to how I envisioned Milton to look like.

Ch.10: Pain in Motion

Milton woke up, dizzy and in pain. His vision was blurry and couldn't make out what was around him. He moved his hands as best he could, and felt some bizzare stickiness under him. Suddenly, in the blinding light, he heard Sted's voice.

"Goodbye everyone...I love you."

Milton desperatly strained his eyes to see, and as his vision cleared, he saw the figure of a man. He almost didn't recognize him. Sted's face was burnt and cut all over, his eyes looked lifeless. Reaching out to him, Milton could only muster up to say,http://jack666rulez.deviantart.com/art/iNfectioN-56351315

Milton saw his father's eyes fill with joy at the relization his son was still alive. "Mil-!". And in a flash, Sted and the centuars around him were blown apart.

Blood splattered all over Milton's face. His father's blood. And as he looked around, he saw himself on top of a massive pile of human remains. Dennis was somewhere in there. Milton panicked and puked his guts out after getting off the pile. Promptly blacking out afterwards.

When he regained conciousness, he was home, iun the Tepid Sewers. It only took a few seconds for the pain to set in. The beating he got from the super mutant had broken most of his ribs and fractured his bones all over. Every bit of movement made pain shoot across his body. It was something he just couldn't handle.

Milton ran to the first-aid kit, grunting in pain with each step. He grabbed the box and immediately dropped it. His arms too weak to hold it in their broken state. Milton groaned in pain as he got on his knees and started grabbing the chems spilled all over the floor. He started taking the chems as soon as he grabbed them. Chewing every buffout tablet, and injecting one sirenge of med-x and psycho after the other, desperately trying to make the pain go away. It was not long before he had overdosed three times over.

A few minutes later, Milton was pacing back and forth across the sewers muttering to himself in a panicked way. The shock of what happened was just now sinking in, and the myriad of chems flowing through his brain wasn't helping either.

"OKAY! What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? What do you do? If something happens to us you go...Go Go Go Go Go...To Rivet City! Yes! Thats what dad said a long time ago. Go to Rivet City! Follow the river and...OH GOD!!!!!"

Milton had just remembred his clothes were covered in his parents blood.He threw off his shirt, and started stomping on it. Without even thinking, he grabbed another shirt and ran out the door to the Anchorage Memorial. No guns, no food, nothing but the shirt on his back.

Most of the journey was a blur. So many things should have gone wrong. Milton had broken every rule of survival he had learned his whole life. Mirelurks should've decapitated him, raiders shoot him, mutants eat him, yet nothing happened. Looking back, prehaps it was that one in a million days that the wasteland didn't need to take everything from a man.

In his daze, Milton found himself on the catwalk leading to Rivet City. He was brought back to reality by the voice on the intercom that was questioning him.

"Are you alone, sir?", said the intercom.

Not having experienced an intercom before, and being high as anyone can get, made giving a coherent response rather difficult.

"Um...How can I hear you...uh...Voice? My dad said find Rivet City. Rivet City...Where is that? There's only a boat here. Do you know where Rivet City is Mr. Voice? I-"

"Press the button before talking sir, otherwise I cant hear you."

After taking a moment to process this through his drugged up brain, Milton pushed the button after missing the first three times. "I dont feel good Mr. Voice. Do you have medicine? I used all of mine and I still feel sick."

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. We will use any force neccessary to make you leave. Rivet City has enough drugies as it is."

"But...But...If something happens to us you go to Rivet City. Thats what dad said!", Milton said whining like a child.

"Look I dont need this. Someone is coming over, and if you're still around when they get there, your ass is in the river."

The intercom shut off and was followed by the drawbridge moving. As it locked in place, three men adorned in combat armor came out of the ship. The guard holding the chinese assault rifle had a gruff look about him, and had little patience for the man in front of him.

"I am Commander Harkness of Rivet City Security. State your buisness, or get out."

Milton struggled to talk to the man, but couldn't because of this strange burning sensation in his stomach. Considering how he couldn't feel cuts or broken bones, whatever he was feeling in his stomach would have been intolerable if he were sober. Almost immediately, a pressure was building up inside of him. It grew and grew until it released itself on the hand he was trying to cover his mouth with.

Milton saw the horrified faces of the men in front of him, and looked at his http://mohzart.deviantart.com/art/Blood-on-Cloak-15844051. It was covered in blood and everything around it started to white out until only the red of the blood could be seen. It was at that moment an incredible exhaustion overwhelmed Milton, and the last thing he remembered was this falling sensation before once again slipping away from reality.

Another amazingly done chapther, scholar. Keep it up, and I'll keep reading and reviewing.

Let me ask you guys something. Do you like me including pictures with my chapters or do you think its annoying? Its been eating at my brain a lot lately.

I thought this chapter seemed a little rushed, or were you trying to write it as if it's how his thoughts are going from buzzing on so many chems?

I like the pictures, personally.

Well I was trying to make it like he was blacking out a lot. You'll get a better understanding in the next chapter.

And thanks for telling me you like the pictures. I noticed they would do that during some of the RP's, but I never read a fan-fic that had pictures included. That was me just trying to make the reading experience a little more interesting. To be honest, I was just getting a little paranoid about the pictures. No one had commented on them until now, and it just kinda got me worried. I dont make any of them myself, so I have to search for a really long time to find pictures that fit with the story. I didn't want to waste my time looking for them if no one really felt they improved the story at all.

The pictures are helpful to envision what was going on but I don't need them if it is too much trouble for you. This chapter certainly feels like he was in a state of complete panic.

Gasp This thread has reached 1,000 views!!!

I feel so happy :fallout:

I really do love Fallout.

Ch.11: Popping Pills and Earning Caps

"Get the [censored] out of my face you little brat!" *male raider's voice*

"Don't you dare touch him you [censored]! You helped make him, so you're going to help me keep him whether you like it or not!" *female raider's voice*

"Dennis! Oh my god you made it! Do you realize what we just did! We saved a kid today!" *Sted's voice*

"Well little boy, we're certainly going to have to give you a better name than Razor. How about Milton? It's the name of a philosopher in this book here! *Sted's voice*

"So if you bury the mine like this, those super mutants won't know what blew their legs off. BOOM! Scared you didn't I? Heh heh heh. *Dennis's voice*

"Milton?There are a few things about me and Dennis that need to be explained?" *Sted's voice*

"I love you." *Sted's voice*

"I love you." *Dennis's voice*

Milton's eyes slowly opened as he gently regained consciousness. He found himself in a poorly lit room, with a man in a lab coat rummaging through various medical supplies. Milton felt incredibly tired, and his chest hurt a bit. The man came over to the cot Milton was lying on, with a syringe in his hand.

"Oh! You're awake. Good. I was starting to worry that all my efforts were going to waste. Don't worry about this shot. Nothing more than your daily stim-pak."

The doctor administered the injection and then left the room without a word. Milton did his best to remember what had happened now that he was alone. Bit by bit, the events started coming back to him. The maintenance tunnel, the ghouls, the super mutant that caught him, and finally, watching Sted die in front of him.

Milton's heart sunk at the realization he was now alone in the world, and he got his first real chance to cry. He wanted to break everything around him, scream at the top of his longs, but the only thing his broken down body would let him do was whimper and sob in the corner of the room where he lay. The only words coming from his mouth being pleas to see his fathers again.

The doctor was away for over an hour, giving Milton plenty of time to get through his crying session. When the doctor eventually returned, he was with several other people. Some notably wearing combat armor. The first person to approach was a sickly old man.

"So you're the newcomer I've heard about. I have a few questions to ask you before anything else. First-". The old man suddenly stopped talking and coughed violently. Apparently Milton wasn't the only one feeling under the weather here.

"Dad! Are you okay!?", said a concerned female guard.

"Sir, if you're still feeling ill, let me handle this. All your strength should be going towards getting better. This man has nothing important to say.", said the man Milton recognized from the bridge.

"Enough! I'm alright. You people act like I already have one foot in the grave! Now as I was saying?What happened to you boy?"

After a moment of hesitation, Milton starting telling his story. At first, the group looked very concerned when Milton mentioned the super mutants, but they soon felt relieved when Milton said this happened all the way in Georgetown. It was clear to Milton that given their reactions, they were only interested in knowing whether or not some trouble was heading their way.

"I take it I'm in Rivet City?right?", asked Milton.

"Yes you are.", said the elderly man. "I am Brad Danvers, Chief of Rivet City Security. Doctor Preston here informed me you won't be fully recovered for several more days. You are advised to stay until your wounds heal. After that, the decision to stay or leave is yours. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to make my rounds."

The group of security officers left along with the old man, leaving Doc Preston and Milton by themselves again. Yet as the other officers went back to their posts, Harkness began conversing with the chief.

"Sir, do you think it's wise to just take that man's word for it? He could be a raider spy for all we know!"

"You're far too paranoid Harkness. The boy's story checks out. Preston's medical examination supports most of what he said. Besides, I've dealt with raider spies before, and he's no spy. Rivet City may be the safest settlement in the wasteland, but we're also the most isolated. We need a "good neighbor" policy if we are to survive. Understand?"

"Yes sir.", said Harkness reluctantly.

"Good. Now that we know there's no raiders or super mutants in the immediate area, we can stop the extra guard detail outside."

As the two men went about their business, Milton received a disturbingly detailed report on his injuries and treatments by Doctor Preston.

"Okay, lets see here.", he said looking at his clipboard. "Your stomach was pumped, and amongst the unusual amount of blood in there, we found enough chems to kill five people. You had severe internal bleeding, several broken ribs, a severe concussion from falling off the catwalk, infected bite marks, and here's my favorite, your stomach is practically a giant ulcer. I would think someone with your lifestyle would have far less stress. Heh heh heh. Just a little humor."

"Um...How exactly...Am I alive at this point.", reluctantly asked Milton.

"Well it certainly wasn't easy. A fixer-upper like yourself only comes once in a long time, and I feel like twice the doctor for treating you. But I cant take all the credit. You probably would've died despite my efforts if not for our small supply of Bio Med Gel."

"Bio-what?"

"Bio Med Gel. Not surprised you never heard about it. It was the latest pre-war healing agent. Heals even the worst wounds with not so much as a scar. Nothing short of getting blown in half is beyond its ability to heal. And even then it can do some good. We got ours from some robo brains we destroyed. Their head canisters are filled with the stuff. Unfortunately we used up all we had on you. Though you were just our guinea pig to see if it actually works."

"So what? I'm a thousand caps in debt to you now?"

"Well if Bannon had his way, that's what would've happened. Luckily for you though, the Chief asked me to do it for free. I guess your story was the only payment he was interested in. You just keep resting, and hopefully you'll be out of my clinic sooner rather than later."

The following weeks were very strange for Milton. He had healed rather quickly, and found himself in a very unfamiliar environment. He had only experienced civilization a few times, and living in the ruins for so long had practically made him a tribal. And now, he suddenly needed caps, a job, and a whole new set of people he could trust.

Milton was able to find some work that involved searching through the less than safe parts of the ship for scrap metal. It was reminisent of his days as a scavenger, but barely gave him enough caps to live. He also found himself at odds with most of the people in Rivet City, who found his behavior a little discomforting.

Every loud sound made Milton jumpy. He would find himself almost bashing in the head of some kid or security officer whenever they caught him by suprise. His whole life he had been living with death and danger at every turn. It felt so strange to actually be safe for once, and that survival reflex just never turned off. Unfortunately the other citizens just thought he was a little crazy, and shunned him for it.

Naturally, the idea of leaving crossed his mind frequently. But two things always talked him out of it. The first being Dennis's number one rule: "Never ever, in your life, be alone in the ruins". The second being that Milton was starting to actually like being "safe", despite the hassle that comes with it. Life before Rivet City may have been familiar, but it was hard. Without a family out there, it wouldn't be worth it. Milton had resigned himself to his new life in Rivet City, at least for now.

It was about five months into his stay at Rivet City when things started to look up for Milton. He was approached by a security officer in the middle of a heckling session with Henry Young over the selling of some scrap metal.

"Look pal! I'm the only one keeping this ship afloat. I think I'm entitled to a little discount for the materials I need to do my job!", said Henry in an irritated tone.

"Oh really! You make three times as much as I do. I'm not even asking for that much! Four caps per piece of scrap metal. Why is that so hard? I barely eat at the rate of two caps per piece rate we have now! I dont see anyone else risking life and limb for your scrap metal!"

"Excuse me", said the officer. "Are you Milton?"

"Yes I am, but if you haven't noticed, I am in the middle of an important business transaction."

"You are to report to Bridge Tower immediately.", said the officer.

"What!", exclaimed Milton. "I haven't committed any crimes. Unless you pulled another law out of your asses!"

"You're not under arrest, but you will be if you keep that up! Come with me, NOW!"

With the heckling cut short, Milton was forced to settle for his usual rate before being escorted by security to Bridge Tower. Upon their arrival, Milton was seated on the top floor room of the tower. Cheif Danvers and Commander Harkness were there waiting.

"Look. We're all very busy people, so lets not spend anymore time on this issue than we have to", said the cheif. "We want you to join Rivet City Security."

Good, its interesting to see locations such as Rivet city in the past as its only noted slightly by the game itself. Looking forward to see what comes next, keep up the good work!

I have a dillema here folks. I dont know whether I should write a particular chapter or not. The next chapter is about Milton's time in Rivet City, but it was going to take at least two more chapters before he got out of Rivet City. I'm just starting to think I'm digging my own grave here with all the character development I'm doing. At this rate its going to be like Ch. 20 until Milton is The Crusader. I already had the chapter thought out, so if you're still interested I'll write it, but if you want me to skip it, I can still make it work.

Just PM me about what you would perfer I do. I dont want to fill up this thread too much with comments.

Thank you.

I love character development! Bring it on!

Alright, since no one but Kikai has responded to my inquiry I guess I'm making another Rivet City chapter! Here's what you can expect:

ACTION!!!

Insomnia :snoring:

ACTION!!! :toughninja:

six!!!!!!! :hubbahubba:

And did I mention ACTION!!! :gun:

Well...Maybe not so much action... (Felt like doing something silly today)

(Being serious now)
It'll be good chapter, and most likly a big one. I'm wrapping up this semester, so I'll have plenty of free time soon. So if I can avoid getting lazy, the chapter shouldn't be too far ahead into the future. Just be patient till then.

Oh sorry I didn't see this! I suppose now I'm going to have to be punished for letting you down man, :flamethrower:

But in other words I'm pretty much good anywhere you take the story, I don't mind how long it takes as long as you go through with it.

whens the next chapter gona be up its taking for ever

Toland, he'll have it done when its done. Writing cannot be rushed.

Well I admit to not working on the chapter that much lately. I finally got back home after being gone for what seemed like an eternity, but I've begun writing in earnest again. It's going to be quite a long chapter, so I cant say when it will be up, but I'll make sure to make it worth your patience.

Its okay. Its called writers block and we all get it.

All right guys. I give you a 1000% guarentee that the next chapter will be up before the new year. Its a long one, but its almost finished getting on paper. After a quick edit, it will be up on the board. That shouldn't take longer than two days max.

Note: I only give out my 1000% guarentee when I'm really sure about something. This is the first time I've ever given it.