GAH! Damn you Mc WankleSpankle! You beat me to it! Oh, and let the Defenders LIVE! LIVE I SAY! MUAHAHA!

another good chapter! i say let shorty die since he's useless but the rest survive

Ferals & Flamethrowers sounds good, but maybe a bit too long,
so I hope you don't mind if I go for: Ferals & Flames

Woo thanks

*CRIES*

Drunk & Defeat

Kemar and Fincher walk around me in circles, their brains in utmost concentration.
Roo sits before me writing things on paper, crumbling it up and throwing it away.
It’s as if he has to solve the world’s most difficult puzzle.
“Wait,” Fincher says quickly. “I think I have a plan.”
“Well spill the beans already!” Kemar replies annoyingly.

“We still have that headband right?”
“Yeah.”
“We can pack a ghoul with a vest of explosives, put the headband on and send it towards the obelisk.
It’ll explode in the centre of the group, killing most of those ferals before they can do something back.”

“But how are we exactly going to save Argyle that way?” I ask. “
“And where do we get explosives that will do that much damage?
“Where the hell do we get a ghoul who’ll be willing to give up his life for this anyway?” Kemar adds.

Fincher replies to the questions:
“Argyle can’t be saved”
“Kemar and I, we’re the best gun-builders around. Yes, explosives too.”
“The town’s drunk.”

“What?” I quickly respond. “You can’t be serious.”
“Well yes,” Fincher states “We are the best gun-builders.”
“No, about Argyle and the town drunk!”
“Well, do you have a better idea?”
“…no.”

We have to get realistic because time is against us. I wish there would be another way, but there isn't.
I agree with the plan. That town drunk guy was only drinking up the storage of alcohol anyway.
Roo writes a note and shows it to me:
Can’t we send Shorty in instead?
“He’s not a ghoul.”
I know…

We all get our assignments and run into Underworld to get it done.
Kemar and Fincher look for the equipment they need, while Roo tries to arrange a workbench.
I go out to look for the Town’s drunk. I think he spends all his time in the centre square.
There he is, now all I have to do is getting him to come with me.

“Hey there” I start off casually.
“Hey there yourself man.” He replies.
“Hey erm, do you want to earn some booze?”
“Sure man, sure. What do I have to do?”
“We just want someone to fit some clothes.”

This is strange; I’m talking to a dead man.
But he agrees without to much persuasion needed.
“…as long as I don’t have to wear a dress, man. Dresses are for girls my mother always told me.”
I tell him to wait right there and go look for the others.

If I were still a normal man, the sweat would have dripped off my face by now.
I keep thinking to myself; We don’t have enough time, we don’t have enough time.
Roo runs up to me and signals me to follow him.
We go through a back door I didn’t notice before.
We enter a small armory, my hopes are getting up a bit.

There are weapons and explosives lying everywhere.
Kemar and Fincher are working hard on an old leather vest.
The workbench if filled with explosives.
“If I put on that remote device, you can add those mini nukes there and there.”
Kemar points to the sides of the vest.

“Mini nukes?” I ask surprised. “Where did you get those from?”
“Winthrop, the mechanic, was so friendly to show us the hidden armory after we told him the situation.
He became especially helpful when we used the word death.”
I don’t approve with all of this, but if sacrificing a few lives in order to save hundreds is required, I’d be an [censored] not to agree.

“Done!” Fincher shouts a bit too hard. “Now let’s just hope it’ll work.”
Roo looks a bit frightened after those words, but decides not to react, as he usually does.
The twins get the vest and the headband and walk with Roo and me outside.
“Have you convinced the drunk to help?” Kemar asks.
“Yes,” I reply. “But can’t we use someone else?”

“How do you plan on getting a vest on a feral?” Fincher replies with a grin on his face.
“Well, how about I just go instead?”
“You? No way. You’ve got a lot of other things to do my friend.
As for that drunk, he’s good for nothing.” Fincher states.

We pick up the drunk and go outside.
I’m relieved to see the ghouls still standing by the obelisk.
It even looks like there are more of them than before.
Kemar puts the vest on the drunk while a hand falls off in the procedure.
“Look,” Fincher says. “He’s already falling apart, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

The drunk doesn’t seem to respond, but just looks in front of him like he’s never been outside before.
“But we don’t even know his name.” I reply.
“Patchwork is the name” the drunk suddenly says. “But you can call me Patches.”
“There you go.” Fincher says and he grabs the headband.
“Wait, shall I just take a save distance?” I quickly respond.

I walk away from Patches and try not to think too much about it.
Fincher puts the headband on and pushes the button.
Patches pupils immediately grow large and he turns around to the obelisk.
Kemar, Fincher and Roo walk up to me and look relieved.

“First stage completed.” Kemar says.
Fincher takes a small device out of his pocket and starts explaining.
“As soon as our good old Patches reaches the obelisk, all I have to do is press this button,
and send everyone out there on free flying lessons.
The bottlecap-mines will spread the other explosives and thus creating a bigger explosion field.”
“And with those extra Nuka Cola Quantums, we'll get some nice fireworks too.” Kemar adds.

I should never have told them that story.
It sounds even more macabre than before, but it has to be done.
Patches now comes in reach of the army and no ghoul seems to respond to his appearance.

The enclave scientists don’t even notice. They’re far too busy turning knobs and pulling switches.
There are even ghouls following Patches and within seconds he’s lost out of sight.
Fincher decides that it’s a good time as any and presses the button without a warning.

Enormous explosions appear out of nothing.
The ghoul army makes place for a sea of yellow and purple flames while two big purple mushroom-shaped nukes climb up the obelisk.
The sight is accompanied with a devastating bang only moments later.
The obelisk trembles, it loses its balance, to the left, slowly,
but gains speed the more it gets out of balance.

The obelisk falls on the ground, but taking an innocent life while it goes, defeated.
No one wins today, I’ll miss you Argyle, my old friend.

Yes yes, yet another chapter.
A long one once more!

Your responds please!
What do you think, let me know.
I love to get a bit of feedback.

Good Job. Fun to read.

Im glad argyle went. Just kidding.

Good chapter....But, now I realize.....Where the HELL did the Quantam Pistol go!? I love that thing! :toughninja:

Well, Warren still has it.
If you read back, he'd borrowed it for a bit of research.
I hope he still has it...

Woo another chapter! Excellent stuff

Nice Chapter. Gritty, Cruel, and the spark of creativity.......

Loved that darn Quantum Pistol........

Whisky

Anything new? This fan fic is my favorite

Ill try to write something over the next weekend, but I'm a bit busy at the moment, so I can't give any guarantees -_-

This thought literally just crossed my mind. How many other fan-fics have you written on this forum,your writing syggests someone with experience.

Thanks
This is actually my first fanfic.
I havent written much before this, and never something in english before.
But I learn things with every chapter I write.

Oh, and sorry that I didnt write a next chapter yet, I'll try to do so as soon as possible.

Dust & Darkness

The echo of the explosion dies and a cloud of dust covers the entire terrain.
Just before it reaches us, the wind gently blows it away.
The sight becomes clear once more, but it seems that the bombardment did not claim all life.
Some dozen Ghouls still stand around the fallen obelisk, wandering what just happened.
Their headbands are probably not working anymore, because the ferals slowly begin to move towards the metro stations.

The glowing ones seem to have more problems with finding their way.
They look disorientated around them, but one of them suddenly spots our small group.
With a gargling scream, he runs towards us, soon to be accompanied with the other glowing ones.
I quickly grab my hunting rifle and start to aim as I slowly walk backwards.
Roo and the twins know what to do and prepare for a fire fight.

Suddenly gunshots are released behind us.
What seem to be blue beams, sheer past our heads.
But the beams don’t hit us.
Instead, it finds the glowing ghouls and reduces them to small blue puddles of jelly.
I look behind me and see Shorty holding an empty Alien gun.

“Well than, it looks like I’ve saved your lives, didn’t I?”
Fincher immediately replies with an annoyed look on his face.
“You didn’t save us midget. We could’ve taken them by ourselves with ease.”
Shorty’s heroic stance quickly turns into a staggered one.
I look past Shorty and notice that entire Underworld is standing before its entrance.
Shorty turns to the crowd and suddenly begins a speech.

“Good people of Underworld, you might wonder what that explosion was, and why the Obelisk has fallen.
Well, I will tell you.”
It seems that Shorty was hidden in one of the trenches the whole time.
He continues: “A group of scientists tried to gain control over the feral ghouls and attack Underworld with them.
Luckily for you, I had foreseen their plan and devised a masterplan of my own to defeat every single one of them.”

Fincher and Kemar immediately start shouting, swearing and cursing.
“Why you [censored], I’ll grab my [censored] gun and shove it up your
[censored] [censored] so deep that you’ll be tasting the [censored] lead!”
The swearing triggers Roo to actually perform it, and he runs towards an immediately frightened looking Shorty.
I grab Roo with both hands and try to calm him down.

“No guys. Shorty is right. He did save all of us and deserves our full gratitude.”
I give the twins a wink and after some puzzled looks, they understand and play along.
“You’re right Barren. We’re sorry Shorty, please continue.”
Shorty looks confused but continues his speech nevertheless.

While Shorty keeps the Underworld population busy with his idiotic propaganda,
We get the chance to leave the Mall unnoticed.
As I hold Roo by the arm, I can see him thinking.
What just happened? Why are we letting him go? Why are we walking away?

“I know why you’re wondering what we just did, but we have a good reason.”
I let go of his arm and start to explain the details.
“The people of Underworld will hold him there for as long as they can, because he is their hero.
And we don’t have that much time, because we have to save Donovan, if we still can.
The Enclave will probably look for the one, who is responsible for their defeat,
and who do you think they will find when they do?

Roo looks up and a smile appears on his face.
The thought of Shorty being chased by several Enclave soldiers seems to lighten him up.
He starts to write on his paper with an even bigger smile.
Well, he does have a lot of statues already.
“He does?”
Yes, those Garden Gnomes are all around these areas.

We start to laugh extensively and walk past the fallen obelisk.
But my laughter stops as hard as it started, and sadness hits my eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Kemar asks.
I point a few metres aside the Obelisk.
A part of what used to be a black leather jacket sticks out of the rubble.
Smoke still emerging form its sleeve.

The gruesome sight is too much for everyone.
It’s suddenly very quiet.
I turn away from the graveyard and we quickly move on towards the metro tunnels.
Any hope that I treasured is gone now.
“We cannot linger on here. There are more lives to be saved.”
Kemar is right; it’s into the tunnels once more.

There probably won’t be much of resistance in the metro anymore, but I’m still not keen to go in.
At this moment, my mind is as dark as these tunnels, and their presence won’t be very helpful to alter it.
The light of the cursed pip-boy reflects on the dirty walls, making the sight even drearier.

We walk on to the open area to discover light coming from one of the other connected tunnels downstairs.
Voices echo from the walls, but they are definitely from the same direction.
I turn off my light immediately and signal the rest to follow quietly.
We sneak towards a ticket booth and go inside.
It barely fits, but keeps us away from eyesight.

The voices speak to each other, making conversation.
“How come those ghouls leave the Mall?”
A voice asks. A familiar voice responds.
“I find it questionable, but it seems that the beacon does not emit the waves anymore.
My detector shows no frequency at all.”
A man and two bodygaurds walk up the stairs and walk right past the ticket booth, towards the same tunnel we’ve just walked.
“It stopped emitting right after that devastating blast.”

The familiar voice is matched with a familiar face.
With all the sudden anger boiling up inside me,
I jump up with my hunting rifle in my hand and stand directly behind them and confront:
“Mr. Burke, what a coincidence that we meet once more.”
My voice trembles, but not from fear. Anger is covering me completely.
The twins and Roo have moved as fast as I have, and stand next to me holding the three men under shot.

Burke turns around, and his bodyguards try to reach for their weapons in vain.
Fincher puts a well place bullet between one of the men’s eyes, and Kemar has the other one grasping at his chest.
“I think you’ll find that you are surrounded Burke.
I should have known that you’ve got something to do with all of this.
After all, you always are very resourceful…”

Whoo, another chapter, just one day behind schedule.
Let me know what you guys think.

I know the title isn't in line with the others, but I liked it anyway.
If someone has a better suggestion, post them!
If it's good enough, I'll change the title to that.

And once more: Let me know what you think!
Any grammatic or spelling faults should be pointed out because I'd like to improve my english and writing.

Zeroes & Rivals for the title. For the story itself, what a twist! I liked it!

Glad u like it.
As for the name: I still prefer mine, but you can keep on coming up with new ones

Nice story! How about Dust & Darkness? Epic story though.

I like the new chapter however there's one thing.

"I know why you're wandering what we just did, but we have a good reason."

wandering is meant to be wondering.

i think that's all

That's a nice one Mikeh, I'll consider it.


Thank you Cake. I'd love to get every mistake out, so if you find any more, don't hestitate to point them out.

Thanks for all the great responses

So I changed the name to Dust & Darkness
Nice name Mikeh. You get the credz

(Jay, 1800 views!)

I think I'll have time to past a new chapter tomorrow.
sorry if it took too long!