Prologue

The year was 2287.

Stephen woke up, with a cold chill on his neck, it was a fleshy feeling. He heard the rough voice of his friend, Roy Phillips, "Kid, wake up, we got some hunting to do." The subway station was cold, dark, and damp, like his "father," Roy, he hated it. Roy was an older ghoul, he had a few patches of gray hair, his skin had fallen apart, patches of it here and there. The ghoul found Stephen as a child, he was about six-years-old after it happened.

Stephen got off his matress and looked around, Michael kept his terminal hooked up and on a lot, it made a buzzing noise, but he wasn't looking for the terminal, he was looking for Roy's wife, Bessy. Bessy smiled, "Hello, Dear, can I get you anything?"

Like always, Stephen asked for whatever Bessy had available. Bessy was like a "mom," to Stephen, she cooked his meals, kept his clothes (fairly) clean, and didn't scold him much, that was Roy's job. Bessy had a large patch of brown hair, and a brownish skin which like Roy's was in patches. Her eyes were a little sunken, she may've looked like a monster, but to Stephen she had a heart of gold.

Roy barked, "Stephen, stop wasting time, Bessy needs some food to cook." Bessy let a weak grin out and kissed Stephen on the cheek, she loved the boy like a son.

Stephen hugged her back and whispered, "See you when I get back, Bessy."

She chuckled and waved bye. Roy threw Stephen a rifle, a hunting rifle, it was heavy, but it was pretty accurate and punched a decent-sized hole in creatures. Stephen and Roy walked out of the train station, Roy was in his uniform leather outfit, while his "son," wore black boots, black pants, and a white tee-shirt. Finally they reached the door into the Wasteland, like always Roy went first to make sure no deathclaws or yao-guai were out. Stephen faintly smiled, but Roy barked, "See that mole rat out there," as he pointed into the horizon.

Stephen bobbed his head in a "yes" manner. Roy said, "Shoot it."

The tall, caucasian, sixteen-year-old, boy went prone and aimed for several seconds, then he pulled the trigger and felt the loud bang vibrate in his ear drums. He smiled as he ran over and dragged it back to Roy. For the first time in a long time, Roy smiled looking as Stephen shot directly in the eye, not an inch of meat wasted. Stephen and Roy put their guns on their backs and started carrying the trophy kill back to Bessy and Michael.

Several minutes passed as they carried it, but they were both silent the entire time. When Bessy saw the fruit of their labor, she grinned, proud of the both of them. They'd eat good tonight, roast mole rat, Stephen's favorite, a gift from Bessy for his excellent shot. He was proud of himself, it was a good kill. They enjoyed roast mole rat, insta-mash, and nuka-cola, Stephen's favorite. Finally the sun had set and Michael looked at his terminal, "Time to head to bed."

The family went to bed, Stephen was unaware of what would follow in the morning...

What happened to Fallout: The Elder Scrolls?

Too complicated to pull off well...

It was nice, I liked it. I'll wait until some major events happen to fully give my opinion on it, though. But for now, I'll be waiting for more.

Nice little story. As Blake said, until anything major happens, I'm not that exited over this.

Pretty much with Comedian and Shadow for right now.

When I do something major, people tell me to do a normal day of life first, then when I don't you want something major... Next chapter something really major happens...

Well it's always nice starting with a regular life. But yeah, it's complicated what some people like as beginnings. At least you potentially attracted a small crowd

@ShadowStrike: I see what you did there...

Stephen struggled to get to sleep that night. However, once he did he had nightmares throughout the night, of watching his father get torn apart by the deathclaw again and his mother shortly after. Fear engulfed him as he slept, it felt real, so real. Finally he woke up. Sweat was in beads on his lightly tanned forehead, and he called, "Bessy, can you get me a glass of water?"

He waited for several moments, but heard no answer, none whatsoever. He got up and slipped his clothes on and looked for Bessy. He seen Michael on the ground, he had a hole in his chest. Stephen put his finger to it and thought, "Plasma burn, either Brotherhood of Steel or Enclave." He seen Roy, more plasma burns, but this time in the eye-socket. Stephen never wanted this to happen to his "Dad," and his "Uncle." Never, not in a million years.

In the kitchen was Bessy, she had a burn in her stomach, she was twitching, she managed to say, "Deary, Roy had a holotape in his pocket for you..." She stopped moving and her eyelids fell. He kissed her lifeless cheek and let a tear drop on her, the burning wet warmth of the tear, he whispered, "I love you, Mom."

Stephen sat down and put his arms around his knees, he was crying, the family that took him in, fed him, and loved him was gone. He was alone, his biological parents were gone, his adoptive parents were dead, even Michael; sure they fought a lot, but Stephen loved him. He wiped the tears from his eyes and said with rage in his voice, "I'll kill whoever did this to you, I'll tear their heart out and feed it to them, I swear it."

Stephen reached into Roy's pocket and grabbed a holotape. He put it into the holotape player and listened to Roy's recorded voice, "Stephen, if you're hearing this, I'm dead. Remember the door I kept locked and told you never to enter. The key is in Bessy's trunk, grab it and open the door." Stephen obeyed the recorded voice and opened the door, there was a suit of T-45d Power Armor, a sword, and a laser rifle. The holotape continued, "I used to be a knight in the Brotherhood of Steel, now this is my old equipment, before I became a ghoul." The armor glistened as if it had been polished just yesterday, as did the sword and rifle. It continued, "It is yours, Stephen, do as you wish with it, perhaps avenge the death of your family, or just use it to find a new place to stay. Also Stephen, your father and I were good friends, back in the Brotherhood, I took an oath to take care of you should he and your mother die. Goodbye Stephen, where ever you may go, be safe, Son."

Stephen walked over to the suit and seen beneath it a book, a pre-war book, a manual on how to use power armor. He read it, which took several minutes and put on the power armor. He grabbed the sword and put it at his belt, and the rifle and put it on his back. Finally he lowered the helmet on and said, "Stephen is dead, the Wasteland Knight has been born though, whenever a crime is commited, he'll be there, whenever a life is taken, he'll be there, whenever an innocent is harmed, he'll be there."

He looked at the lifeless corpses and put them over his shoulder, due to the armor's strength enhancing abilities he took them out, put them on his shoulder, and grabbed a shovel. He dug them each a grave outside, and lay them in there gently, eternal rest had finally reached them. Now Stephen had business to take care of.

In the searing heat he walked in the metal, mechanized, armor, ready to fight to the death with the scum who harmed his family...

this is pretty good, i like how you put a story behind what Roy did before he was a ghoul.

If you played Morrowind or Oblivion, you should read my TES Fanfiction, because it does a lot of that backstory stuff (currently I am working on rumors and things that were cut from the game)