*This is my first Fan Fic, so criticism is welcome.

Prologue:

Overview: The year is 2286. Fours years after the purifier started working, with help, the Brotherhood of Steel was able to distribute purified water to the masses. With there help the Capital Wasteland became a nicer place to live and within three years the Brotherhood rid the Capital Wasteland of mutants and raiders. Purified water? No mutants? No raiders? It seemed almost to good to be true. The word of this paradise spread quickly throughout the wastelands and soon people began to move over, coming from all over the place. The problem was that were too many people and the Brotherhood couldn't distribute water to everyone, so they only gave water to settlements and then had them distribute to their people. Megaton and Rivet City doubled in size, but they couldn't accommodate the rapidly growing population. Soon little settlements began popping up all over the place only to be wiped by another one the next day. People weren't the only things attracted to the Capital Wasteland, exotic beasts soon followed and the Brotherhood had to try and stem the tide of these monsters. With all beasts coming in the Brotherhood needed to recruit more members which was easy, because of the massive wave of people. Thanks to this the Brotherhood has tripled and size and so has the Citadel. With all this chaos going on, this is is where the story begins.

Jonathan looked at the small little settlement through his binoculars. The "town" consisted of pieces haphazardly thrown together to make a barrier the surround it on all but one side. The open side was about seven feet wide and with no barrier in front of it, just opened right into the town. The hadn't even put the open side toward the irradiated stream that was behind it. Jonathan laughed to himself in a deep throaty chuckle.

This is gonna be too easy.

Jonathan crawled back down the small little hill that overlooked the settlement, the open side. He came down down to the bottom of the slope of the hill, stood up, and dusted himself off. He was wearing some leather armor he had found long time ago. It was worn with age, kinda like his appearance. He was of average height and a had a slight muscular build, tan of course, because he worked most of his days in the blazing sun. His hair was already gray at the age of thirty-three and was quite messy. His face was haggard with piercing blue eyes and stunning white teeth. the binoculars hung from his neck and he had two .44 magnums at his hips. Smiling wide, he walked over to the camp he and his friends had made. There was six of them in all, they were all younger then him, with the youngest being nineteen. Black hair was dominate, but the youngest one, David, had blond. He stuck out and like a sore thumb and was often laughed for being the baby in the group. It was him that talked first,

"How did it look, Boss?"

"It's nothing to get your panties in a knot over it, little missy."

Most of the group chuckled and David looked downcast.

"This little missy over here can kick your [censored]," spoke up Janice.

She had blue eyes too and hair as black as midnight. The sun couldn't seemed to darken her pale skin and her smile could charm any man. Everyone in the group loved, but all of them were to scared to tell her, she was vicious and cunning and wouldn't think it twice about killing if she had too.

Jonathan smiled, "Sorry about that Janice."

David spoke up again, "Didn't I prove myself as a man in the last mission?"

"That was one mission rookie, nothing to get all high and mighty over."

"So hows it looking?" Janice asked.

"We should be drinking cool water by tomorrow," he said while sitting himself on the log that acted as their bench.

"Those people won't even know what hit them."

Jonathan said nothing, for he was busy helping himself to some stew. The group continued eating until the heard the sound of muffled footsteps. They immediately dropped their bowls with a clatter and readied their weapons, Jonathan drew his revolver and kept his hand on the other one. He whispered,

"David, go check out."

David eagerly obeyed and went to check their surroundings. The hill was behind them and all that was to the front was a wasteland with a scattering of dead trees and boulders. It was twilight and the sky was beginning to get darker.

How could I have let myself get caught off guard like this, we should have been able to see whatever was coming.

David went and looked over the surroundings, after a few minutes, that seemed like an eternity, he said,

"Looks all clear."

The group relaxed, putting their guns down.

That's right just some kind of little critter that was scampering through the dark, not footsteps.

David walked towards them saying,

"Guess it was just old a-"

Whatever he was going to say never made out of his mouth, for it was vaporized instantly. Jonathan as already moving pulling Janice with him. Another guy went down, Bruce, a big guy with a tender heart, now that heart had a huge gaping hole in it. He fell face first into the dust, his blood puddling onto the ground. The others were already moving for cover, but one guy never made it. It was Rick, he was a silent guy, who spoke in riddles, but always got the job done. His heel was hit and his foot and some of his leg exploded leaving a bloody smear on the ground. Rick screamed into the night, but was quickly quieted by the unknown assailant. There were only three of them left now.

Why did all this happen, we were doing good to.

Jonathan felt like crying when he saw all his teammates die right before his eyes, but then remembered all the times him and his friends destroyed these towns.

What goes around comes around, but we didn't deserve this, we were just trying to survive in the best way we could like everyone else.

Then he heard some footsteps approaching he peeked over the long to look at the murderer. The murderer was the craziest he ever saw, his wardrobe itself confirmed that. He wore a light green bandanna to keep the hair from his eyes and a brown hat was placed atop of his head. He wore a baby blue scarf and a bright red t-shirt. Over that was a dark green jacket and stood in contrast to the t-shirt. The pants were creamed colored and his boots were as black as a raven's feathers. If had met the man any other circumstances he would have laughed, but now he felt terror. His blood felt like ice in his veins and the approaching figure looked like death to him. Worse of all, he was laughing, not only laughing, but crying also.

"He's a [censored] mad man." whispered Janice from his side, all he could do in return was nod.

He passed the rock Abe was hidden behind, on his way towards them. Abe was always the joker and couldn't never stop smiling, he was even smiling when he popped up from the boulder.

"Bye, bye, my frie-"

With barely a glance, the mad man shot him in the shoulder, making the right side of his neck disintegrate along with it. He died with a horribly mutilated smile on his face. Janice popped up why his eyes were turned away, she fired true, but he turned at that moment and the .32 round sliced his cheek open instead of piercing his skull. Janice's eyes were frozen with fear, but that didn't last long for the mad man quickly re-arranged her face.

" YOU [censored]!" he roared.

His hand was a blur as he shot at the mad man, but the guy had already predicted it and was hidden behind a small little boulder.

"Come out and face me like a man!" he yelled at him as he continued to fire bullets into the rock, then he emptied both revolvers in a fit of rage and then realized his mistake. the man came around the side of the boulder with his gun aimed at Jonathan, still chuckling and crying to himself.

My luck just ran out.

"Please, please oh God, spare me," he pleaded. A dark, warm spot had spread across his crotch and he dropped to his knees and let go of his revolvers. They clattered and and broke the silence of the night. The man stopped chuckling, but silent tears ran down his face. He spoke and when he did it was calm and steady, a deep voice that sounded like it came from the bottom of a abyss, devoid of emotion.

"Do you believe in fate?" he asked

"What?' Jonathan asked puzzled, but still fearful

"Fate. Do you believe in fate?"

He is a psycho.

"No, no I believe in chance." He thought lying would be bad and he couldn't pull of a lie right now anyway.

"I see. Well I believe in fate and if your destined to die here, you'll die here, but you were a better gunslinger than the rest of them, so I'll give you a chance."

'What do I have to do?" Hope was in his voice and it was rising in him.

I might make this.

"I love riddles, so will play a riddle game. I ask you a riddle and you try to answer it, answer correctly and you live, answer wrong and you die. Simple, no?"

Jonathan began inching backwards like he was afraid of his presence, in truth he was trying to get Janice's side arm.

"Simple." Jonathan agreed

Got to get the pistol.

"Ok here I go:"

"I soar without wings, I see without eyes.
I've traveled the universe to and fro.
I've conquered the world, yet I've never been anywhere but home.
Who am I?"

Wait, I've heard this one before, Rick used to do theses kinda things, Rick......

Jonathan inched towards the pistol while pretending to think, after a little bit he said,

"I'm your imagination."

"Very good. The next one:"

"You can find us in darkness but never in light.
We are present in daytime but absent at night.
In the deepest of shadows, We hide in plain sight.
What am I?"

What the hell? I don't know this one, but it doesn't matter anymore.

His hand closed around Janice's .32 and he swung forward cocking the hammer and pulling the trigger. Jonathan was laughing loudly now,

"I guess I'm lucky after all!"

The laughter died in his throat and his face went a deathly pale.

"Wha-What?"

The gun had misfired.

"It's not my fate to die here, but it's yours."

"No, no please."

"I'm sorry." his tears were dripping onto Jonathan's chest, the revolver placed on his forehead.

"Why, why are you doing this?" Jonathan asked. He thought he could deal with death, thought he was tough, but it scared him, scared him real bad.

"I'm looking for something."

Jonathan was bewildered, what did they have that he wanted, water?

"What are you looking for? I could give it to you if you let me live." He was at his feet begging, pleading, he couldn't keep control of his bowels and the stench rose as he saw him get ready to fire.

The mad man grimaced and said, "No, you find it for me, no one can."

"What, what is it?"

His eyes looked down on him full of sorrow and devoid of mercy, the eyes of death.

"Myself." and Jonathan knew no more.
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* Well there's the prologue, if you like it I'll make more. If you want to know the gun his was using, it was a Smith & Wesson Model 500. It's a double-action revolver that fires .50 caliber rounds, that's why everyone was being blown to pieces and he was using two hands to hold, has to.

Could you make more?

sure

I half expected "The man in black fled across the desert and the gunslinger followed." to be the first sentence :rock: :rock:!

I think this might be an epic fanfic in the making.

Is there an answer to the second riddle? I've been trying to think of one.

It's a shadow.

Actually it's the letter "D", You over thought it, but I did the same thing the first time I saw this one

I like it, very good job. Intersting. Tell more of the story.

Just one thing, why would a sorrowful psycho wear those clothes. I would have expected maybe a black combat armor and a balaclava to go with it.

But its your fanfic so you don't HAVE to. But thats what I would do with your character, just a small suggestion.


Just one MUST request. Make another chapter, now.

Every one goes with the black clothes, wouldn't you think a psycho would be different? It was just my attempt to break away through the norm.

... Yttrium, this was one of the best Prologue's I've ever read... Wait, not one of the best, this is in the top 3, better than real books that have been written and re-written... Just... Write more, please.

Review in one word:

Excellent.

Keep going, plox.

Thanks for the replays, to me I thought it svcked and no one was commenting.

Really? Far from it, that was some of the best writing I've seen around here, and thats quite an accomplishment, if you see some of the stuff FuzzyDoom, Dracth and Dr. Strangelove write. It had action, but not too much, it kept me interested the whole way through, and thats all without me knowing who the hell these people really are. But that is okay, because Prologues aren't supposed to tell you everything.

Thanks for all your support, guys. I didn't know if it was worth it at first, but here is chapter one

Chapter 1: Bandits

Odin.

Odin looked around at the carnage he had made, blood slowly dripped from the wound on his cheek. The the little settlement down below was preparing to send folks to go check out the commotion. He was not worried about them they would prove no challenge. His chest was still heaving and his breaths were coming in ragged gasps.

"I've grown stronger." he said, very please with himself.

Odin, why do you kill?

He clutched his head in agony as unbidden memories flooded his mind. His family and his friends, but they were dead now, had been dead for a long time. How long? He couldn't really remember, time seem to blend together and his memories were always mixed up, never in the right order. The he remembered his family and tears started to stream down his face again. He tore at his hair in frustration,

"What is wrong with me?"

Odin, why do you kill?

He killed, he killed, because it gave him purpose, that's it. He heard the voices again, the ones outside of his head. He was wrong, he was in no condition to fight. He was physically fine, but was in mental turmoil. He staggered up and headed to the left of the hill, planning on going around the side of the town and crossing the river. He whispered to himself try to keep the voice away, no her voice.

"I kill because it's my fate to do so."

He was walking now, and passing the side of the town, unnoticed. He nearly lost his balance at another mental shout invaded his mind.

They had friends and families too, but that doesn't matter now because you killed them!

He was now kneeling down at the rives edge, it was about six feet across and and four feet deep. He looked at his face in the reflection, it was the first time in a long time that he had seen it, but now it just looked like a complete stranger. A face that was once carefree and charming, was now different, he had grown up and learned the harshness of the Wastes and his face showed it. His once vibrant eyes, now were dark and always shifting. His face was still as charming as ever, if you could get pass the puffy eyes and grime, not to mention the uneven stubble that came from not shaving or having anything to shave with. When he saw his reflection, he swatted at it and jumped back,

"Is this what I look like now?" he whispered stunned to himself.

It suits you, the face of a murderer!

"Please just go away, what do you want from me!"

He screamed this to the empty night sky and quickly realized his mistake. The townsfolk were coming over, he could see their lights, as it was know dark. His eyes could see just fine, and he quickly put his guns and ammo in his back pack and lifted above his head. The water was cold and chilled him to the bone, but he continued on, despite the shivers. The townsfolk shouted in the night,

"He trying to escape in the river, after him!"

He knew they wouldn't come after him, after what he did to that team, they wouldn't dare. That was good because he was exhausted and with every blink his eyes grew heavier. At least he didn't have to worry about the voices, they had left him. He dragged himself a safe distance away from the settlement and found himself a boulder to lay under. He looked over his equipment and was glad to see it was completely dry. He kept one of his guns next to him and the other in his holster, they were both loaded and ready for use, but he could only use one at a time. His father could use two though....His father. This brought back a wave of memories, both pleasant and not, and he curled up on the side without the gun. Tears ran down his cheeks again and sobs racked his frame. You would think he would cry himself dry, but he never ceased to bring wetness to his cheeks. Eventually he was able to to drift into a light sleep, filled with unpleasant dreams.

He heard the sound of their footfalls, long before they found him, but he kept still, surprise was the best element.

"Look what we have here." He had a deep voice, what you would typically think the voice of a bandit was.

Ah, know he knew what they were, bandits. They weren't like raiders, the Brotherhood had long ago finished those off, but these were just as bad. The were the lowest of the low and killed and plundered for a living. The were known to [censored] women, slaughter the men, and sell the children to slavery. He smiled, these were good to kill, doing the world a favor, really.

"Should we kill him take his stuff or sell him and take his stuff?" This persons voice was comically high pitched for a man.

"He fetch a mighty high price from those slavers. Jesse get his stuff and tie him up, I don't want none of his stinking filth on me."

What a laugh, him, filthy? They guy probably smelled of booze and rotting flesh. They high pitched man ran over and bent next to him, to bad for him, before he even knew it, there was a muzzle to his head. He had time to do a comical, puzzled expression before his head was blown off, the revolver kicked in his hands, and he grunted with the recoil. The bandits now had their weapons up, they were fast all right, but not fast enough. He was already rolling to the next guy, he came up behind him. He kicked his legs and brought to a choke hold, the bandits were already firing and his new hostage proved an excellent shield. He brought his revolver around the guys waist and fired at a bandit, he was blown back, he landed on his neck and their was a cracking sound.

"Well he's most certainly dead," he whispered to himself. There was only three left now, he dropped the body and ran low towards the next guy. They were still stunned about killing their teammate, they were human after all. He brought a combat knife out of the side of his boot and in a very graceful move, came up from the crouch and slit the man's throat. Blood was coursing down his neck and he uttered a quick gurgled sound. Two. Odin was already spinning into a crouch and raising his gun at another one, the person turned to follow, but was to slow, he was also blown away. The last man was at his back though, with the gun aimed at him.

"Why don't you put the gun on the ground."

Odin did as he was told, waiting for an opening. He placed his gun on the ground and tried turning around.

"No, not until the one in the holster is on the ground too."

He was a smart one, he was. Probably the leader, why did the leader always live? The good ones lived because of their skill, the bad ones because of their cunning. He didn't like the second ones too much and he figured the bandit was one of these. Unlucky for him though, was that it was his place to die. Odin did as he was told and put the other one on the ground.

"Now turn around, slowly."

Odin did just that.

The leader pointed with his gun,

"Slide those over."

When he pointed, Odin made his move, he crouched down and drew his dagger and brought into a throwing position in one fluid motion. The bandit tried to bring his gun up in time, but the dagger struck him in his arm, and he howled in pain, dropping the gun to clutch his wounded hand. Odin picked up his revolvers and holstered the one with three bullets left, drawing his full one and aiming at the leader. The leader dropped to the ground, not looking for mercy."Good because I don't intend on giving it," he whispered to himself.

He had short cropped hair, brown just like his eyes, the color of [censored], which suited him just fine. Odin looked over the now shaking man, he was visibly terrified, but kept tried to keep under control. Odin looked at him and asked,

"What falls but never breaks?
What breaks but never falls?"

Instead of trying to answer the riddle, he said,

"Your a demon."

"That's the wrong answer."

With that, Odin blew off his head and a portion of his torso. He looked around at the bloody carnage he had wrought, but felt no remorse, they were bandits and were ok to kill. As he was walking back to his stuff he staggered and clutched his head.

Odin, why do you kill?

"I had a good reason to! They were bandits! Thieves and plunderers! They deserved ever right to die!" He shouted this to the dawn and din't care if anyone heard him, maybe he was mad after all.

I'm not saying they didn't, Odin, but I'm saying that you shouldn't kill constantly in life. It's not your purpose in life to go around like a mad man and slaughter everyone you see.

The voice seemed so vibrant, so alive, almost like she was right next to him, but this was impossible, she died a long time ago.

"That's the only thing that gives my purpose though! If that's not it, then what is?"

You'll have to find that on your own, Odin.

Damn woman, even in death she offered nothing but riddles. He shouldered his backpack and looked at the horizon, at the end he saw a town, from the looks of it, it was pretty big.

"That's were I'll shall go. That's were I shall start the journey for myself."



*That's chapter one. I made this at midnight so their might be a couple of grammar mistakes in it and if you find any, could please point them out to me and I'll gladly fix them

I think you meant "they" there.
Otherwise very entertaining.

Thank you very much.

*I know this is kinda of long, but I wanted to get on with the story and needed a something to fill the gap in my story, and this is it. This was made at 2:00 a clock, because for some reason, I can only think of ideas for my story during the night. It probably contains some grammar mistakes, so please try to cope with me and point them out so I can fix them.

Chapter 2: Purpose

Odin stood before the massive gates of this sprawling town. The gates were huge, leading up a good fourteen feet before coming to a stop right below the ramparts. He felt like a dwarf next to a giant, they probably had the gates this big, to intimidate all would be convicts. Painted across the gate in green, were the words: Welcome to Evergreen!

"Evergreen? What a weird name for a town in the Wastes," he whispered under his breath.

The guards looked down at him suspiciously, had to act tough too, this was a no nonsense town, he observed. A deep and threatening voice hollered down,

"State your business!"

He looked back at them, they obviously had their opinions of him. He couldn't blame them, he was covered in gore and his clothes probably didn't help.

"Just a passerby," he hollered back.

The guard looked like he was going to question him, then stopped. Really no need to go through the trouble, his shift was almost over and whats the worst a person could do?

"Keep out of trouble and stand back!"
Odin watched in wonder, though his face did not betray him, as the massing gates slid away to reveal a bustling city. He looked down to where the gates were previously and studied the tracks they ran on. The metal wasn't rusted, which was unusual and the seemed like they were oiled. They had rivets in them to slide the gates apart and allow entry. Odin realizied that the only real way to get inside was through this gate and if you couldn't get it open it from the inside there were be no way in.

"Must be a pain in the ass to clean."

He stepped through and started walking down the street, they gates slammed behind him. He surveyed the town, from when you entered, most of the buildings were level with you. The walls were as high as the gates and encircled the town all the way around until it reached a huge rock cliff. Ramparts encircled the top of the gates and and the outer circle of town was left clear so stairs could be made to get to them. A second level was built off the rock cliff and served as an area for more buildings. The town was built in a strategic style and it looked like to Odin, that this town would probably never be conquered, unless there was mutiny. The buildings themselves were scattered randomly and every so often a piece of rusty pipe would emerge from the ground, some of a very large, water system.

The most eye catching and amazing thing of all was the huge tree that served as the town square. It was massive, just like everything else in this city, and Odin help, but stare in wonder. He approached the tree in wonder and laid a hand against the cool bark and looked up at the leafy foliage that provided shade from the blazing sun. The roots had burs ted out of a the well like container, that had once held it. A settler came by and placed a hand on his shoulder, Odin whirled around and his had gun drawn halfway out of his holster, before realizing that there was no harm. The settler blinked a couple times, trying to figure out what had just happened ,so fast, that his brain couldn't recognize the motions.

"Wow, I just wanted to tell you that the sheriff gives a fine to anyone who touches the tree." The settler had wavy brown hair and hazel eyes, he looked about thirty. Odin looked him up and down and nodded, smiling a very disturbing smile.

"Do you know where I could get something to drink?"

The settler looked at him again, suspiciously this time, and finally said,

"Yeah, you could go to the Dweller, down the street , to your left, you can't miss it. Or you could go to Shifty's Saloon. That's on the second level and its hard to miss also, has a sign over the entrance."

"Thank you," he said while handing over a couple of caps.

"Thank you, sir," the settler said back, his opinion of him now changed.

Odin headed down towards the Dweller, it was closer. The streets were crowded, it was a big town, but Odin move through the crowd as graceful as a professional dancer. Some people turn there heads as Odin weaved through the crowd as easy as breathing. He turned left and was a facing a hideous down building. It was made of rusty materials and was like a blemish in this town.
He pulled his hat down over his eyes and walked through the door. He nearly staggered back as cheap perfume, booze, and sweat entered his nostrils in a thousand conflicting smells. Swallow a gag, he continued inside and looked around. Smoke hovered in the air and music from a radio was incomprehensible as voices rose above the music and others voices, in a very noisy, chaotic environment. Most people where seated at tables and drinking, while discussing matters of little or big importance. Some men preferred to sit at the bar and get drunk their, while [censored]s rubbed up againist and whispered in their ears. Odin headed towards the bar and went to sit next a muscular man with dark, short sweaty hair, and a mean look on his face. There was only one sit left open and that was right next to him, Odin wondered why no one had took this seat and excepted trouble. Odin sat down and the bartender looked at him, with a guarded look. The man next to him turned and with booze on his breath said,

"This seat is taken."

"By who?"

"Me. I need my space and I don't want no stupid Waste lander seating next to me and getting me dirty."

Odin didn't even look at him as he sat down, the bartender just looked down and shook his head, others stared, wondering what would come of this. The man slammed down his mug and growled in Odin's ear,

"I said-" Odin cut him off before he could say anything else,

"I know what you said and if you don't like it you can move."

The man just started at him, his eyes almost popping out of his head and then roared,

"You [censored]!"

He swung his fist at him in a move that was packed with power, but lacked speed and form. Odin lent back and struck at his elbow, popping his arm out of it's socket, the other people just stared at him, there eyes almost popping out of their heads. The man roared like a bear and backed up a couple of feet, Odin was already up and moving, he made an upward thrust in between his legs. The giant fell down to his knees grasping his groin and gasping, Odin and didn't give him time to gather himself, he did a roundhouse kick and sent the man sprawling, he walked gracefully towards and pulled him up by the ear.

"Leave." The man looked at him with tears in his eyes,

"I'll get you, just you wait." Odin leaned down and whispered, his voice chilled the man to the bone.

"You better watch your back, in the shadows I lurk, cloaked in murk, always ready to attack."

The man turned and fled from the bar. At first there was just silence then every began to cheer, Odin sat back in his seat and asked the shocked bartender,

"Whats wrong with everyone? You'd think you normally would get fights all the time."

"Aye, we do, but Mike was the worst and no one was able to beat him or tell him off."

"Hmm, seemed pretty weak to me, can I have a Nuka-Cola?"

"Sure, it's on the house."

A [censored] walked up to Odin and tried touching him on the shoulder,

"If you so much as touch me, I'll slit your neck so fast you won't realize your dead," he said this in a flat and emotionless voice, that made it seem that he would really beack it up. Needless to say the [censored] turned and walked off quickly. The bartender put down a Nuka Coal on the table and Odin cracked it open with a satisfying hiss.

"Part carbon, part water, I am poison to the fishes.
Many falsely claim my name, I am the pause that refreshes.
What am I?"

The bartender looked at him puzzled,

"What?"

"Nothing. Do you know where I can get a job? I need the caps." This was only half the truth.

"Well, the Sheriff has a job that you could probably do. It involves fighting, but there are a high amount of caps involved."

"Perfect. Where is he?" A voice came from behind him,

"Right here."

Odin turned around and looked at the man. He had long white hair and blue eyes. He was lean, with a haggard face and a tan complexion. He had a typical sheriff duster and hat on, he looked about sixty to Odin.

"So your the one that hurt Mike, huh?"

"Yep, that was me."

"I heard that you wanted my job too, is that right?"

"Correct, sir."

"Well, I think you'll do just nicely. You see I have a bit of a Merc problem, I would like you to take care of."

"How much are we talking?"

"600, plus bonuses."

With that, Odin took his drink an left.

He traveled three days to find the Merc camp, it was a cluster of tents, guards circling the perimeter. There was suppose to be at least thiry men altogether and Odin had to eliminate them all. He was on a ledge over looking the camp, which was about twenty feet away. He had scoped out the terrain during the day time, there were only rocks and bushes. It was about midnight now and Odin was waiting for the guards to change. He had timed it and was counting down,

"...Three......Two.........One, go!" With that he scaled down the ledge and ran low to a boulder that was about ten feet away from the guards. The night would cover the dust his feet left in his wake. The guards were no conversing with each other, Odin took out the Nuka Cola bottle he had got. He drank on the first day, but saved it for this. He cocked his arm back and threw it high in the air. It flew over the camp and landed somewhere on the other side, with a satisfying crack, that broke the night silence. The guards turned towards the noise and Odin ran up behind them. He had his knife in his hand and brought down on the neck of closes one. Blood spurted out of the wound and the guard sank slowly to the ground, the other turned around and stood shocked for one moment. The guard tried to cry out in alarm, but that one moment allowed Odin to cross the gap and he slashed at his throat. The only sound that came out now, was a gurgling noise. Odin took the bodies and dragged them out of the light of the camp and into the dark. Most of the Mercs were up and trying to find out what the disturbance was. One of them came to where the guards were previously and examined the bloody ground.

"Hey! George, come look at this!" A hardened, middle-aged man came up and examined the ground too. He immediately called the others, a group of fifteen was now gathered now and the others were on high alert, guarding the perimeter. George elbowed the younger one and said,

"Go out there and check it out."

"What!? That's insane!"

"Do you really believe the culprits still out there, he'd have to be crazy. Besides we've got your back."

"Ok, ok. I'll go check."

He jogged into the darkness and Odin was prone waiting for him. He walked infront him and the turned back and said,

"I can't see any-" The others cursed and raised their guns, but it was pointless and could only watch as the dark shape that appeared behind the young recruit, and dragged him back into the darkness.

"[censored]," someone said from behind George and he turned to say something back, when a knife came whistling out of the darkness, and buried itself right above his nose, with a loud , thunk! The others stood shocked that their commander could be killed liked that. Then the howled and ran after him, their guns raised and their fingers inches away from the trigger.

"Fifteen versus one." Odin whispered to himself and smiled. He brought up one of his guns and began firing, they began firing also. Their bullets whizzed around him in the dark and his always found their mark. One by one the were being blown away, then the moonlight revealed him, he moved as fast as his could and managed to barely escape the bullets, and a grenade that was thrown. He kept firing and so did they, moving towards the camp now, everyone member was here now and Odin couldn't keep track of the kills, his hands just kept doing their thing, when had to reload, he put them in one at a time, but did it so fast, that he was able to fire again two seconds later. Blood and guts painted the ground and soiled the earth, the bodies kept dropping and Odin's hands were now bleeding from the constant recoil, he didn't mind though, he just kept on doing his thing and about five minutes later, (though it seemed like five hours) there was a line of bodies all the way from the base of the boulder he was hiding at, to the middle of the camp. His chest heaved and sobs began to rack his body as he surveyed the carnage. When the battle begins, it's easy to kill, but after words, he payed. Collapsing to the ground he curled up into a ball and passed out to the thought

If it's not my purpose to kill, then what is?

He woke up in the morning, with cramped muscles, from his sleeping position. He stood up and looked around him. In the daylight things looked even more gruesome, mangled corpses were littered across the ground and some kind of bird was already feasting on their corpses. He was thinking about shooing them away, but why bother, they would be back. He sighed and began walking up the ledge that was the pathway towards Evergreen. Halfway to the town he spotted a huge group of bandits heading the opposite way of him, on the ground below the ledge. He observed as the came near him that they had a trail of about sixteen slaves, probably from some small settlement. The bandits themselves must of had about fifty of their own ranks, the Lucky Gang, they called themselves. The biggest, baddest group of bandits in the Wastes, no one ever survived an encounter with them. Odin was thinking of continuing on the way, until he saw a bandit beat a little child, for lagging behind. Odin felt anger rise up in him, an emotion he hadn't felt in a long time.

Odin what's your purpose?

Purpose? He originally though it was killing, but now he thought he new better, he wasn't born to kill, but to protect. Yes that's right. Protect. He would try to protect these slave no matter what. This would be suicide though, fifty of them versus him, no matter how good he was, he wouldn't be able to stop them. That didn't matter though, he had found out his purpose and only fate could stop him now. He gathered up his energy and ran straight towards the ledge, his arms pumping and his legs moving in a blur. He reached the edge of the ledge and leaped off, flying through the air, only one thought on his mind,

Protect.

*That's the end of chapter two. I didn't think this one was the best and it didn't have as much action as I would have liked, but this bridged the gap to where Odin finds his purpose and now I can continue on with the story I had in my mind and It will contain more action then the previous ones.

Very good. Keep going. One thing, you may want to avoid the censor. By that, I mean say things like idiot instead of ruder terms, because it becomes hard to interpret otherwise. Like this was hard to understand:



What is a censored? lol

Thx. Originally I put wh*re , but that's a bad word, maybe I should have gone with hoker?

:clap: I really enjoyed that, great job!

A few common spelling and grammatical errors. Not a big deal, and you have an... Interesting plot. I'd say it borders on just plain weird, but in the Fallout universe, it works nicely. A very good length, and indeed I prefer long stories. They tend to have more thought put into them. Overall it's a decently written piece of work. I'd like to see more.

Well I'm really glad you guys enjoyed this, for it would pointless on spending such time on nothing. Chapter three should be up tonight, but I probably not going to post for the week, for I will be busy, but I'll see what I can do.