» Fri May 21, 2010 6:38 am "The New Divide"
PROLOGUE:
The midnight breeze, the eerie sounds in the forest. The inhabitants of the Wasteland all had virtues, good, bad, neutral. One man was the most selfless being that ever existed, so the books say. Marcus Lexis was born on the 17th of September 2277 to Alan and Victoria Lexis. His birth played a significant role, as it was the same year the enclave were defeated. Marcus and his family moved to a settlement known as Megaton. His father got a job working in Mortiarty’s Saloon, and his Mother worked as a Hairdresser. Marcus had a brother named Sam, Sam was a spiteful child and craved everything he could benefit from, Sam was 11 when Marcus was born, and became jealous of the attention his brother was getting. Marcus grew up as a kind, caring boy who loved reading. He always would read the tales of The Lone Wanderer and hoped books would be written about him one day. At age twelve he was trained by a Mercenary known as Jericho how to shoot a gun. Jericho commented on the boys skills with a gun.
"I have high hopes for you boy, you're gonna' be gunnin' down some idiots one day."
This displeased Marcus, and he vowed never to touch a gun again. Things became worse for him, and his family Alan was fired from Moriarty’s and the family were low on funds. They salvaged as much as they could, and got by. Marcus was turning sixteen, and his Father wanted to get him something special. He was willing do so by any means. Marcus walked into the living room, rubbing his eyes before quickly opening them in disbelief. A Plasma Pistol was sitting on the table as he turned his head to his Father.
"I told you Dad, I'm never going to wield a gun again."
He said, in a harsh tone. His Father smirked.
"You know how your brothers been complaining about those Radroaches in his room, it's time to take um' out."
Alan permitted Marcus to do so. After Marcus got rid of the roaches, he walked into his room and fell upon the bed. He began to think of all the presents he got, and how much his Dad loved him. The next day Marcus heard shouting from down stairs, as he peeked. He saw too large men, and a tall man in a trench coat with a strange accent. The man had his Father at gun point, as he spoke in a ferocious manner.
"You've stole from the Government of the United States, you will be punished and will die by the grace of my gun. I bid you farewell, thief."
The man made his statement, as Alan began to speak.
"I stole something in which is made by narcissistic [censored]s, who steel for fun. I stole from a corrupt faction of bandits, who kill innocent people. You've already killed my wife, and now I know death is inevitable. So please hurry, and I would like my last words to you to be special. So how about [censored] you. Let's get this over with."
Alan gulped, as two bullets plunged into his head. Marcus dropped a tear, as two of the soldiers ran upstairs. He hid underneath his bed, as he overheard Sam get out of his room.
"So, the old man is dead. That doesn’t bother me. He was a terrible Father anyway. Would it be possible to join your ranks?"
Marcus peeked outside the door, as Sam licked his lips.
"Well, we'll be initiating new members soon enough so come with us. Is there anyone else here?"
Sam smiled, and didn't want his brother to spoil his moment.
"Nope, my brother moved away west. Didn't say where though."
He hoped the soldier would believe him.
"Ok, that's fine. C'mon."
Sam followed the soldiers, and the man in the trench coat outside. Marcus got his clothes ready, and put them into his backpack. He then grabbed his Plasma Pistol. After leaving his home, he saw the whole town gather around. Each man gave him something of value as he left, Jericho gave him a Sniper Rifle, as Sherriff Simms gave him a Chinese Assault Rifle. He also got some Stimpacks, Rad Away, and Buffout’s from the clinic doctors. He stared at the gate, as anxiously awaited to leave the confines of Megaton, and discover the Capital Wasteland and embark on a new journey
I'm doing this on word, and making a story that maintains to the main plot yet gel with a side plot takes awhile This will be my last comment until a few new chapters are up. So, I presume you've read the story? Could you have of least told me what you thought of the opening chapter and some constructive criticism. I hope I didn't come off as offensive, but alot of people don't understand writing Fan-Fics is only a small portion of my life. I promise a new chapter will be up by tomorrow night!
