I like the action sceens a lot. You do a really good job of describing the fightin.g

Thank you very much!

Wasi was deader than dirt, Varuna spit at his body.

Bhadrakali had found the voiceless child before they [censored] anything else up.

The group had been walking east for two days.

Tie-pal was a wreck, the kid was off in "my best friends dead" la-la land.

Bhadrakali had worked very hard to seduce the violators into thinking she was one of them, and Varuna and his Kadim had ruined it.

Tie-pal , Varuna , and Bhadra walked single file; with Varuna taking the lead. They were trying to catch up to the violators.

Tie-pal had the unfortunate task of carrying the grossly disfigured body of Wasi, which was their custom; never leave a fallen Kadim behind.

Bhadra took her shirt off, which alerted the young boys none, they were wrapped up in a world all their own and the sight of a naked woman triggered nothing in their minds.

Varuna walked naked anyway, as he had done his whole life, it was comfortable and he never snagged anything when he was fighting.

Tie-pal needed to wait, Wasi's lifeless body was heavy to say the least.

They approached a burned-out house at noon, set up camp, and waited. The sun finally died behind a far-off hill.

"We can't go home Varuna." Bhadra said with tears in her eyes, that night, around a huge fire they had started.

Tie-pal whispered, "If we kill the violators, we can go home...right?"

The boy was very worried.

Varuna stood up, obviously angry, and walked into the night alone.

Bhadra didn't go after him, he was very capable of handling even a Deathclaw by himself, she wasn't worried.

"The king has sent the death squad after us Tie..."

"That's that then Bhadrakli." The boy didn't sound so depressed, actually a little grown up.

She was going to keep these boys alive, one way or another.

Now the kids don't seem so savage to me. Growing up in a world destroyed by war, were people actively took advantage of the weal and the survival of the fittest is really put into play, is a harsh way to grow up.

It kinda of reminds me of Lord of the Flies.

At any rate, a great read. I couldn't find any grammar errors, and re read about four times. Though I do realize how much altogether does not seem like an actual word. Maybe because I think there should be two L's, I don't know it just doesn't look right to me.

It's a word. It does look weird though now that you mention it.


Sometimes a little bit of reality; like Wasi dying, will turn you around. Sometimes it makes you more of a demon.

Can you blame the kids though? Being born in a world were most people are monsters, how would you know which directions is right? Their influenced by the older generation, right?

Were going to add a table of contents or something?

Yes, I've got a little bit of studying to do for a college quiz but I'll get on it then.

Hey Lyc

Just read this whole thread.

Very nice work. Nice pace. Good character development. Excellent creativity and plotting.

Definitely impressive.

Keep it up.




Now I got a story seed in my brain....maybe I'll start on it right now.

There you are!

Thanks for reading it.

; )

Here I am. I've been right here for about an hour or two. There was alot to read.

I really liked it.....you're a freak

I'll take that as a complement. Thanks Thanatos!

-Chapter Eight: The Black Statue-





Mr. Rowe had coffee ready when I awoke the the next morning.

The chief was snoring, and didn't look like he would be getting up anytime soon.

Rowe was quiet, but he seemed relaxed. He didn't talk most of the morning, and I didn't try to get him to.


The sun was red, which cast a strange glow onto the wasteland.

A vulture was making a scraping sound on the top of a ruined car, irritating me to no end; strange, I always loved the birds.

Gustavo got up about a half-hour after I did, and he disappeared for a minute after doing so, presumably to piss.

He came back up the hill, to where we were, and checked his guns.

We were to continue heading east at about noon, and I watched the sun as well as I could for what felt like hours.

The chief broke the silence, saying, "What the hell is this, some kinda joke?"

He was holding a figurine of some kind. It looked like fossilized coal.

"Who would put this in my bag?"

Rowe shook his head.

I said, "Why would we put that into your pack mate?"

"Well, whoever did, it ain't funny amigo." the chief yelled.


The figure, on closer inspection, was of a man, with antlers about his head.

There was an instant feeling of uneasiness, and I almost vomited.

I said, "Put it away chief..."

But the chief just stood there.

He turned suddenly, assault rifle in hand, and shot Mr. Rowe in the face.

Rowe fell over, dead as a doornail.

I had fallen backwards and was now crawling away from the chief.

He turned, aimed the gun at me and fired.

That was completely unexpected. Nice job. I was waiting for you to post more. All of sudden this reminds me of Stephen King.

O wandering ear...

that hears the grey vultures call.

A crusher of the light of the sun is coming.

(an excerpt form the blood-written text of King Fear.)

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Bhadrakhali sat contemplating the coming battle, as she sat perched on a tiny rock, overlooking a small ravine. She wanted blood.

She knew a lot; Dr. Sandra Ballard was trying to save the world, but Bhadra knew in her heart that the only savior was Fear.

She decided then and there to murder the doctor after dealing with the trespassers.


Tie-pal had killed two molerats that morning and cooked them for breakfast before Varuna had even rose.

Bhadra told Tie-pal of her plan to eliminate the doctor and the little boy agreed it was a good plan..

The two decided to burn the body of Wasi, the burden had become to great to carry him. They built a ceremonial arrangement of sticks and set it ablaze.

Noon. Varuna had still not awoken.


Bhadra noticed blood dripping from her eyes, slowly at first and then retreating to just an occasional drip here and there.

She knew that the Coal Man with Antlers had killed at least one deserving foe.


Varuna finally woke, and to the surprise of the little boy and Bhadra dressed himself in pants of grey and a shirt of blue.

He then tied a grey ribbon about his forehead, and draqed a dusky greyish cloak about his shoulders.

He looked fiercer with clothes, and nodded at the others.

The woman and boy startled when Varuna suddenly dropped to the ground and began writing in the dirt with a stick:

I will rest no more till this is done.

Tie-pal and Bhadra stood up, and followed Varuna, who took off running, eastwards to Rivet City.

oooooo.....I dig voodoo :mohawk:

getting creepy up in here

I like it, lyc

Thanks to everyone who has enjoyed this thus far.

Still reading. Great read. The only reason I still come on here.

Should be a new chapter within the hour.

*waiting* :whistling:

-Chapter Nine: Shi-



The VB-02 Vertibird.

Nothing else in the world sounds like one.

A quick series of pulses fill the ear; it's the wings of war, and you know what's coming when you hear it.

A man was yelling.


My crucifixion wounds were pulsing with the huge metal bird, producing a pain I hadn't felt in awhile.

I opened my eyes and found that I truly was on a Veebee, and a man was yelling at me.

"We're about to land!"

He was wearing full combat gear, and as I stood up I realized it was a Rivet City Security uniform.

"There was a man with me, what happened!" I yelled, hanging on to a cord hanging from the roof of the aircraft.

"Son, we got a lot to tell you when we land, but you ain't gon like it!"


The Washington Navy Yard was aglow, lit up by hundreds of ground lights and even floating lights aimed at the ship.

We descended to the deck, and the man pulled a gun out and aimed it at my head.

"Come with me and don't say a word."


I was taken to a small room, no bigger than a closet really, and sat down before one Mr. Horace Pinkerton.

I recognized the man.

We talked about the strain, which he claimed to already have.

At that moment I couldn't even remember if I had it on me or not, before the incident with the chief.

What had happened?

No one would tell me about Gustavo, and it was pissing me off.

I was introduced to Dr. Sandra Ballard, a fairly attractive woman who seemed maniacal about the corn.

King Fear had about one-hundred and fifty men headed towards the floating city I soon was told, and there wasn't much time to

develop this weird anti-rad virus or whatever that the doctor was making.


I was given quarters at the Weatherly, and told to stay out of the security forces way, during a battle that seemed imminent.


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A few days went by before an alarm was heard throughout the ship.

I ran to the deck, grabbed someone else's binoculars and saw to my estimate,

more like fifty men, one obviously King Fear with his black headdress, and maybe ten children, of whom about half where naked.

Seeing the man made me sick to my stomach, hell, I had already felt like I was in a dream since the chief shot at me.

Dr. Sandra Ballard approached me and said,

"A Shi walks with that group over there." and she pointed towards the east, across the water.

Sure enough, when I focused the binoculars towards the area I noticed something very strange;

a neon-green ghostlike appearance, which I assumed was a Shi.


I fell to my knees as I realized in horror that it was on closer inspection, the deadly evil remnants of my old friend Nameless.

I easily recognized the woman who walked with the spirit, Bhadrakhali, and two children, followed by what looked like about twenty super-mutants.



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Varuna's antler man had raised the Shi from the remains of Nameless, which he had been carrying, and the super-mutants were actually hollow, reanimated corpses.

Bhadrakhali knew of magiks not often spoke of anywhere, and raised them the day they reached the area near the floating city.

Tie-pal recognized through his own telescope, that Durga was with King Fear, but he wasn't afraid of his old leader at all,

he had faith in the rituals he and Bhadra had engaged in the night before.


Durga raised a black flag near the ramp that leads to the ship and an outburst of gunfire and yelling commenced.

Nice

I like the tenseness of this chapter


and I like when Ballard pointed out my avatar to the east :chaos:

Retooling the end guys. Please be patient.

Part II of the Field will begin this week in weekly installments. Thanks for all the love last year!

I had almost completely forgotten about this lovely story. Quite a good read, though looking back, it wasn't really as perfect as I thought it was. Still one of my favorites, was my favorite, but then Surfer came into the scene. Anyway, I have high expectations for your next installment. Glad to see your keeping this up, that's dedication.

Good Luck.

Again. Thanks for the kind words! I wouldn't have kept writing it at all if it wasn't for you, Thanatos, and a few others who were interested.

<3.