Prologue

"Hell. Some people believe you go there when you bite the dust...however...I've been in Hell for all of my life. That hell...is called...The Capital Wasteland. A hellish place. Of course...living in a post-apocalyptic world isn't everyone's cup of tea. I wish I could go back...to Vault 101. My true home. Of course...being banned from that true home kinda fucks you up in the head doesn't it? Sure...I save you but you reward me with permanent banishment. Gee. Thanks. Fuckers. I think it would be better to have someone you know or family in this place it might keep you sane. But no. My family is dead. Friends? All in a goddamn cave. I...am truly...alone. However...after some of my travels...I met two people who are now my companions in this hell. Fawkes, a sup...errr...meta human. And Jericho, a crazy bad ass old raider who likes killing. Hell...who doesn't like killing now? Heh...It kinda makes me happy. Releasing some of the anger I've collected in this hell on someone else. You also know whats fucked up? I risk my life to purify a whole basin for those douche-bags out there...and what do I get for it? A thanks? Some positive karma to erase a tiny bit of the huge ass pile of negative karma? Ha...no thanks. I'd rather have something to kill. But...enough of that. This story is why I now refer to the capital wasteland...as hell.

It all started...on that day. In Megaton...

Fallout...my new definition for hell."

Chapter 1 The Gates of Hell

On a sunny day in the post apocalyptic capital...a super mutant and a man in armor stand around in Megaton talking about their companion, the lone wanderer.

"So...when does he come back?" The friendly super mutant named Fawkes asked.

"He didn't say. Where did he go anyway?" The man in armor named Jericho asked.

"He said he was going to go to find out what that ferry docked was...its not very often you see a working...what is it called again?" Fawkes asked.

"A boat. I'm starting to think about going down there and finding out what happened to him..." Jericho said.

"Hmph...fight your way through the hellhole ruins by yourself?" Fawkes asked.

"The lone wanderer did it. Many times." Jericho said.

"Yeah but did you ever look in the man's locker in his house? He's got a fucking armory in there!"Fawkes said.

"Well I never said I was going there in my underwear..." Jericho said.

"That thought even repels me. And I don't even know what gender I am." Fawkes replied.

"That just confused the fuck out of me...how could you not know what gender you are?" Jericho asked.

"Well...when people are turned into Super Mutants...they kinda lose their brain power and gender..." Fawkes explained.

"Wait then how can you talk as well as you can?" Jericho asked.

"Well for some reason after I was..."transformed"...I could still talk...somewhat better and still think...so...they saw me as a outcast...and locked me in a room...for YEARS! And the idiots didn't realize that there was a working terminal...which had much information on it because it was connected to Vault 87's online database...but a little bit before the lone wanderer had entered vault 87...the Super Mutants realized I had a terminal so they destroyed it just to mock me...then the lone wanderer freed me..." Fawkes explained.

"So that's how you are a talking super mutant...cor..." Jericho said before he was interrupted by Fawkes.

"META HUMAN! I am not a super mutant...I am not one of those idiots..." Fawkes said angrily.

"Alright alright alright...meta human..." Jericho said.

"So how long has the lone wanderer been gone?" Fawkes asked changing the subject.

"Uh...about a month...I think." Jericho answered.

"Hmmm...well I'm tired of waiting in this exact location...I think I might go rest in the Lone Wanderer's house." Fawkes said beginning to walk up the ramp to the Lone Wanderer's house.

"Well I'll be at Moriarty's..." Jericho said. "Wait...how could Fawkes stand in the same position for a month? ...Eh. It will probably just confuse me more..." Jericho wondered while we walked to Moriarty's.

At Moriarty's...
"One beer Gob." Jericho said walking into Moriarty's. The ghoul sighed and went to the refrigerator and got out a beer and went to hand it to Jericho. The drunk wastelander sitting next to Gob took the beer from his hand and scarfed it down and burped very loudly. Jericho stared at the wastelander for about 2 minutes.

"Hey I think a fight is about to happen." Another wastelander in the corner drinking his beer whispered to another wastelander.

"I'd bet 30 caps that that drunk fuck would beat the shit out of that guy." Wastelander 2 whispered back.

"Pfffttt your on bitch!" Wastelander 1 said mocking wastelander 2's betting choice. Finally after another minute of staring Jericho after the drunk got another beer he tapped on the drunk's shoulder and when he turned around he punched him in his eye. Falling back on to the counter the drunk stumbled back up and took a swing at Jericho he hit him in his chest. Jericho grabbed him by his arm, picked him up and threw him against the door. He grabbed his knife from his armor and cut the drunk's hand off.

"MOTHER FUCKER! Wh...ha...ttt...dd...ii...dd...I...do?" The drunk yelled and stuttered as he leaned up on the wall looking at where his hand used to be.

"Stole my beer..." Jericho said then he kicked the drunk right in his face. "Bitch." Jericho muttered loudly while he walked out. The drunk slowly while holding his other arm walked over to his beer. Jericho came right back in."Forgot something..." Jericho said as he walked over to the Drunk's beer. He took the beer and gave the Drunk his hand back. "I thought you might want that back." The drunk just stared around the bar for a minute. Moriarty just standing there finally broke the silence.

"It's going on your tab buddy." Moriarty said to the drunk. The drunk began to whimper and cry being utterly defeated.

"HA! I told you! Give me 30 caps sucker!" Wastelander 1 said triumphantly.

"...bastard." Wastelander 2 said as he handed over 30 caps.

Almost 8:00 PM outside of Megaton...
Jericho walking outside to the lone wanderer's house to see if Fawkes had rested enough. He noticed that the Lone Wanderer had came back. He looked like a almost murdered pack mule. He was just standing there with about 10 gigantic bags...and his armor was drenched in blood. He was also holding a jar that had something floating in it. Jericho ran to the gate of Megaton to see why the Lone Wanderer's armor was soaked in blood.

"Lone Wanderer where were you? You were gone for a month!" Jericho said.

"Really? It felt like years." The Lone Wanderer said dropping his bags of stuff and putting down his assault rifle.

"You were only going to see what that boat was...why were you gone for a month?"Jericho asked.

"...Point Lookout. I'll sum up my little vacation for you. I arrived at the docks. And there was a distressed woman. Her daughter got on the boat and went to Point Lookout wanting adventure and profit. I got on the boat and went there myself to look for her." The Lone Wanderer said.

"You went all the way to Point Lookout to look for someone's daughter just because someone asked you to?" Jericho asked confused as he would never do something for free.

"Well...yeah. So...I go to this mansion right? Because there was smoke coming from it...and there were people attacking the mansion. The mansion's owner eagerly asked me to help him kill the people who he called tribals. I being stuck in a ship's cabin for three weeks eagerly agreed to help. After a firefight with them and falling from 3 or 4 floors up all the way down to the basement we had fought them all off...and after the fight me and the mansion's owner's dogs played fetch with a tribal's head. He taught me some combat skills...but this really isn't the BIG part of the story. He told me I had to go undercover as a tribal and figure out who the tribal's leader was and where the leader was and why the tribals were out for his blood...to become a tribal I had too go to some damn sacred grove and "harvest punga seeds" from the great punga fruit...and well...when I was doing this it did something and I ended up on the ground TRIPPING out. Shortly after I saw some weird shit I figured out that the damn fruit drugged me. This became apparent when I saw needles flying up and down into the air and the ground, giant bobble-heads, a saw cutting through the ground, my dead mom's skeleton on a operating table with balloons, a party hat, and a teddy bear, corpses of people who I've met before disappearing before my very eyes. Then I saw the guy who asked me to blow up Megaton's dormant atom bomb in FRONT of the atom bomb itself he said something to me...and then the bomb exploded." The Lone Wanderer explained.

"...say where would I get some of these "seeds"?" Jericho asked being a asshole.

"Sigh...it turned out that the seeds actually knocked me out unconscious and someone was cutting into my head removing a part of my brain. Which ended up being the Ferryman, Tobar. It was APPARENTLY some retarded tradition to make the person "pure enough" to become a tribal." The Lone Wanderer said.

"That explains the saw, and the needle part of your vision..." Jericho said.

"Yeah...but now that I was accepted into the tribals...I entered their church or whatever...and I saw her. The daughter who I lost...A PART OF MY FUCKING BRAIN FOR! I asked her if she knew who did the surgery which I found out took place eventually...she told me to meet her at the Ferry...there she told me it was actually Tobar...and she subdued him and locked him in the boat's storage room. I didn't even listen to the rest of what she said. I ran in there immediately. I still remember what happened that hour."

*flashback of Tobar in the storage room*
"Oh shi...its you. Well...yeah. I ripped a part of your brain out. I won't lie. I get into very strange things. As you can see..." Tobar said to the Lone Wanderer.

"You have a lot...of brains in here...which one is mine?" The Lone Wanderer commanded Tobar to tell him.

"Hmph...its over there on the table. I was going to put yours in a trophy case." Tobar said.

"I've heard enough from you." The Lone Wanderer said. He backed up and punched Tobar right in his mouth. Then he picked up a brain jar and smashed it on Tobar's head. Then Lone Wanderer noticed what was lying on the side of the room. The saw and the needle. The Lone Wanderer picked up the saw and proceeded to cut off all of Tobar's limbs and proceeded to band-aid them so he wouldn't bleed out. However he put dripped some vodka that he found on the band-aids for them to burn his wounds. And then he took the saw to Tobar's head...

Outside of the storage room on the ferry.
"!" Screams were heard from the storage room from miles away. The Lone Wanderer came out from the room with his brain jar.

"You might not want to go in there. Its a bit of a mess." The Lone Wanderer said as he walked into the cabin to rest.

"Then I proceeded to help the Mansion's owner in taking down the tribals and their true master which ended up being...a alive talking brain kinda ironic isn't it?" The Lone Wanderer said.

"Yeah...well I'm going to go back to Moriarty's and try to get a beer again...the last time a drunk stole it. I kicked his face in and cut his hand off. So what are you going to do?" Jericho asked.

"Was it a drunk wastelander that smells like shit all the time?" The Lone Wanderer asked.

"Yeah why?" Jericho asked.

"Because that bitch owes me money and for a while now he's been hiding in his house with the door locked. The bastard must of heard from one of his drunk friends that I have been gone for a while and he decided to get a drink. Well after I'm done with him he's going to need more to drink." Lone Wanderer said about to run off to Moriarty's.

"Well I don't really think that's possible after what I did to him." Jericho said.

"Heh. Well I'm gonna go take one of his other appendages." Lone Wanderer said pulling a ax out of one of his bags.

At Moriarty's again...
"Ugh...this beer is terrible...what did you do to it Moriarty? Piss in it? Or is it just that radiated shit in the river?" The Drunk Wastelander asked.

"One more time and I'm gonna fucking throw you out of this bar you piece of shit." Moriarty yelled at the wastelander.

"This is fucking bullshit...I pay for a beer...it tastes like shit...smells like shit...and I'm the one being cussed and yelled at..." The Drunk Wastelander mumbled. The Lone Wanderer threw the door opened and looked for his target. He saw Wastelander 3 who was drunk and he smelt like shit. Moriarty saw the Lone Wanderer holding his ax behind Wastelander 3 he just looked down and beared a big grin. The Lone Wanderer took his ax and swung as hard as he could at the wastelander's right arm. Instantly the arm was cut off.

"FUCK!" The Drunk Wastelander screamed.

"WHERES MY MOTHERFUCKING MONEY YOU PIECE OF SHIT?" The Lone Wanderer yelled.

"I don't know! I don't know! WHAT MONEY!" The Drunk Wastelander cried.

"IF YOU DON'T GIVE ME THE MONEY I SWEAR TO GOD THE NEXT THING YOU WILL BE MISSING IS YOUR FUCKING HEAD!" The Lone Wanderer yelled.

"OH NO! HERES ALL THE CAPS I HAVE! Just don't kill me...waghh..." The Drunk Wastelander screamed as he handed over all his caps. The Lone Wanderer stood there for a moment counting the caps.

"100 caps Well...that's good enough... alright Steve you paid your fund to me have a nice night." The Lone Wanderer said as he was about to walk out of the bar. In the corner Jericho sat laughing his ass off. The drunk wastelander passed out.

"Hahahaha! Kid that wasn't Steve! That was John. HA!" Jericho said unable to stop laughing.

"Steve went home crying a few minutes after he lost his hand and I made him pay his tab." Moriarty said. "I didn't tell you that it wasn't Steve because that guy was being a asshole before you came in and lacerated his ass." Moriarty said. "And also on a further record..." Moriarty said as he walked over to John and went through his pockets. "He lied he had 50 more caps on him...which...I'm going to be keeping because he also has a tab any other caps he doesn't owe me I'll consider a tip..." Moriarty said walking back behind the counter.

"Heh...well I guess I'm going to go collect overtime. See ya." The Lone Wanderer said as he walked out of the bar.

"So Nova...when are you going to clean up the mess?" Moriarty asked.

"Go fuck yourself Moriarty I may be a whore but I'm not your servant." Nova said.

"Bah...GOB!" Moriarty barked loudly.

"Sigh...yeah yeah yeah...Fuck you Moriarty..." Gob said as he started to clean the blood stains.

"What was that Gob?" Moriarty asked. "Nothing..." Gob said as he cleaned the blood.

10:00 PM Outside of Moriarty's
"Alright...now to go to the common house where Steve lives and..." The Lone Wanderer was saying.

"Alright so we will release the Death Claws out near Megaton at noon right?" A voice whispered. The Lone Wanderer crept closer to where he heard the voice but not too close.

"Yes they will attack the town and then we will swoop in kill everyone and make this place another base right?" The other voice whispered back.

"And then I will be made one of you as well right?" The other voice continued.

"We will see. Well I have to get back...do not forget what I've told you to do." The voice said.

"Yes yes yes...I know" The voice said as they left to the common house. When the one person left to the common house the other was about to walk to the gate. Lone Wanderer ran up to him tackled him to the ground punched him several time as hard as he could without knocking him out.

"Who are you? And what was that death-claw stuff about?" The Lone Wanderer demanded.

"I'll never tell!" The man yelled as he spit in Lone Wanderer's eye and knocked him off of him. He ran over to the edge in front of Moriarty's and jumped off of it. Lone Wanderer rushed down the stairs to see if he survived the impact. The man's body was mangled, bruised, some limbs broken, his head was bleeding but he was still somewhat alive. The man must of thought he was going to die from that landing. But sadly he didn't and knowing that there would be no possible way for him to get up and walk considering one of his legs broke upon the impact Lone Wanderer went to go get Fawkes and Jericho to help carry the man to the Lone Wanderer's house and then decide what to do with him afterward. After taking a trip up to the Lone Wanderer's house and explaining why he was gone so long to Fawkes and explained what he needed him/her to do, they went and got Jericho who was at Moriarty's still. However there was one problem, Jericho drank so much he passed out in the chair he was sitting in. So Lone Wanderer backed up and slapped Jericho right in the face.

"WHAM!"

"AW WHAT THE FUCK!" Jericho yelled angrily right after he was slapped then after about five minutes of Fawkes restraining him the Lone Wanderer had explained to him what had happened. So they left Moriarty's and went where the man fell. As the Lone Wanderer predicted the man couldn't get up or reach his gun so he just kept trying to crawl to the gate. He hadn't even made it past the nuke yet. Fawkes and Jericho picked him up and eventually carried him to Lone Wanderer's house however Jericho dropped him about 5 times between then because he was still somewhat drunk but when they did make it they debated on what to do with him. Fawkes said to try and negotiate with him. Jericho said the torture the motherfucker. The Lone Wanderer stood there thinking.

10:45 Inside of Lone Wanderer's house.
"So what are we going to do with the bitch?" Jericho said looking at the guy.

"I still say we should negotiate with him." Fawkes said.

"Bah what will we get out of that? He already said he won't talk! We have to force him to talk. Break the motherfucker!" Jericho yelled.

"Lone Wanderer...what should we do?" Fawkes asked the Lone Wanderer.

"...Break the motherfucker!" Lone Wanderer said.

"YEAH!" Jericho yelled. Fawkes sighed.

"Well how do we start this...?" Fawkes asked.

"Who are you?" Lone Wanderer asked the man.

"No matter what you do to me I'll never talk." The man who is tied up to a chair said.

"Really? Fawkes can you snap his broken leg back to where it should be and then back?" Lone Wanderer asked.

"No problem." Fawkes said as he picked up the man's broken leg with ease.

"Wait what? no no no no no no NOOO!" The man cried. Fawkes stopped for a second.

"Are you going to tell us who you are?" Lone Wanderer asked about to tell Fawkes to either continue or put his leg down. The man looked down at his leg, then thought for a second, and then a tear rolled down his face.

"Wagh...no..." The man said while crying.

"Continue Fawkes."

SNAP! CRACK! SNAP!

"WAGHHHH! OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! OHHHHHH THE FUCKING PAIN! RAGHHHHHHH!" The man screamed and cried as Fawkes snapped his broken leg back and forth. "Agh agh agha gha agh..." The man cried.

"WILL YOU TELL US WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE?" Lone Wanderer demanded.

"Mark Teron...Mark Teron...wagh..." The man cried.

"Well, "Mark" if that is your true name. Why are death-claws going to be released outside of Megaton? And who are releasing them? And also how are you going to make them attack Megaton I mean lets face it even death claws are able to reason why attack a town where everyone is armed? Huh? Don't make me do something I might regret...like stab you and poor 200 year old turpentine in the wounds..." Lone Wanderer said.

"I'm not saying anything else..." Mark said and he spit in the Lone Wanderer's eye.

"You just made one huge ass mistake." Lone Wanderer said as we wiped the spit off of his face. Lone Wanderer then whistled and a dog came running down the stairs.

"Dogmeat? I need you to do something for me you have to maul this guy. Okay? Now...go get him!" Lone Wanderer said. Dogmeat eagerly rushed to Mark, jumped on him, knocked him and the chair over mauling him. After about 5 minutes of mauling the Lone Wanderer called dogmeat to stop. Fawkes picked him and the chair up and put the chair where it originally was. However dogmeat wasn't done, he walked over to where Mark was sitting, lifted his leg, and then started to go to the "bathroom on him".

"MOTHER FUCKING DOG!" Mark yelled at Dogmeat. Dogmeat stopped using the bathroom and jumped on him again and started to maul him AGAIN. And this time when he was done he "took a number 2" on Mark. The Dogmeat walked over to the corner and laid down and went to sleep happy that he got to maul a asshole today.

"Arggh...we...control the death claws...with devices..." Mark said.

"That sounds...familiar...alright who is releasing them!" Lone Wanderer demanded.

"That I'll never say!" Mark screamed.

"Alright then. We're gonna take a trip. Fawkes can you carry the d...wait...no...Jericho did you drink anymore after we got him in here?" The Lone Wanderer asked.

"Hell yeah. You can't not watch a interrogation without something to drink. Why?" Jericho said.

"Because you're gonna being carrying asshole over here." Lone Wanderer said knowing that Jericho was still drunk.

11:15 pm Near the dormant nuke in the center of the town.
"Argh...good idea...having the fucking drunk carry me...must of dropped me 11 times back there..." Mark said still being carried by Jericho.

"May as well as make it a dozen then right?" Jericho said as he let go of Mark.

THUD!

"FUCKKK!"Mark yelled loudly.

"Do you want a smoke?" Jericho asked as he pulled out a cigarette. Jericho lit it up took a puff, and then put it out on Mark's head.

"RAGH...grrrr...I hate you people." Mark said still on the ground.

"Alright settle down you two. Hey Mark you thirsty?" Lone Wanderer asked.

"Uhhh..." Mark was unsure what was about to happen.

"If not you better get fucking thirst really fucking quick!" Lone Wanderer yelled as he picked up Mark threw him into the water around the nuke and made him start to drink it after a few seconds he lifted Mark's head. "Are you going to FUCKING TALK ALREADY? OR DO YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF IRRADIATED WATER AROUND THE NUKE AND JERICHO'S PISS?" Lone Wanderer yelled.

"Wait...Jericho's piss?" Mark asked.

"Well I've...*hiccup*been been drinking...since s...Moriarty's...*BURP*" Drunk Jericho said.

"Yeah honestly what did you think he was doing all those times he stepped out?" Lone Wanderer asked Mark. Mark thought for a minute and then looked at Jericho.

"Oh for fuck's sake...maybe if I drink enough of this I'll die. Yeah!" Mark said and then he slammed his head back into the puddle and drink as much of it as possible.

"It ain't gonna happen friend." Lone Wanderer said to Mark.

"DON'T CALL ME YOUR FRIEND!" Mark through his head up from the puddle and screamed and then spit in Lone Wanderer's face again. Lone Wanderer's face turned completely red he picked up Mark punched him in his face and threw him back into the water.

"Bastard. I've been spit on by you three times and I'm really get sick of the shit...fuck!" Lone Wanderer yelled and then stormed off for about 5 minutes.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS HE COMPLAINING ABOUT! I've had my leg broken and then snapped back and forth, a cigarette put out in my eye..." Mark was about to continue until...

"Corr...corr...wrong 3 cigarettes put out on...on you." Jericho said as he put out 2 cigarettes out on Mark's forehead.

"AGH! YOU MOTHERFUCKER! Wait...how can you smoke 2 cigarettes at on...bah never mind I don't care." Mark said crying.

WHACK!

Instantly Mark felt so much pain in his non-broken leg he started to cry even worse than he was before.

"FUCK!" Mark screamed. The pain he felt was because the Lone Wanderer came out of nowhere and hit his leg with a nail board.

"That made me feel better." The Lone Wanderer said putting his nail board into his bag.

"Wagh...Go fuck yourself. Anyways...I'll answer one of those...OH GOD!" Mark yelled because Jericho stepped on his broken leg.

"Jericho get off his leg." Lone Wanderer said.

"Wagh...I don't know how I'm not dead yet anyways...the reason why death claws are going to be released is because the people who I work for needs a new base. So they are going to send death claws to attack Megaton and after all of them die or if they kill everyone they then are going to come in to Megaton and set up a base. They are going to kill everyone. And that wastelander is going to cause it all. Heh...your just lucky you caught me under cover...because if I was in my uniform and had my stuff with me...you would be dead now..." Mark said. What Mark just said pissed the Lone Wanderer the fuck off. He lost it and started beating the shit out of Mark, Fawkes had to pull him off of Mark. Even though Mark had got the shit beat out of him he was still alive.

"Who is the wastelander you spoke to!" Lone Wanderer screamed.

"Heh...he goes by Jeff in this piece of shit town I believe. Heh...he sold himself and this town to the people I work for and for what? Belief that I would follow through with his part of the deal. Heh. Fool. He and this town will die." Mark said. Lone Wanderer was about to kill him but he still needed to know one thing. Who the hell Mark works for. But no matter what they do he refuses to answer that question. But there was still someone who could answer that question.

Jeff.

"I'm going to give you one more chance. One more. Who do you work for? Answer me." Lone Wanderer asked.

"..." Mark didn't answer he only spit in the Lone Wanderer's eye again. After the Lone Wanderer wiped off his eye...

"that's it fucker. You are going to die, and I'm going to mount your fucking head on my wall. I have so many ways that I would kill you...I wonder which I should do."

"Alright I picked how we are going to kill him. Fawkes, Jericho. Pick a leg to carry. I'll carry his head and arms." The Lone Wanderer said.

"What...what are you going to do?" Mark panicked.

"We're gonna dismember you and beat you like a pinata." The Lone Wanderer said.

12:50 PM Outside of Lone Wanderer's house.
"Alright I got him in the position." Jericho said proud of his work. Mark was chained to the the wall. He was still able to move though.

"Argh...you know...you didn't have to beat me with the chains beforehand..." Mark complained.

"You shut the fuck up you don't have a say in it anymore bitch!" The Lone Wanderer yelled.

"How'd you do that so well Jericho?" Fawkes asked curious.

"What? You don't know? I was a raider. Retired now of course..." Jericho said.

"That makes sense." Fawkes muttered.

"YOU JUDGIN' ME YOU SUPER MUTANT FUCK!" Jericho yelled taking offense.

"META HUMAN! I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL THROW YOUR ASS FROM HERE TO FUCKING VAULT 87 AND YOU CAN SEE WHAT A FUCKING TRUE SUPER MUTANT IS!" Fawkes yelled taking even more offense to Jericho's comment.

"GUYS! I believe we have some limbs to rip off and beat him with them!" The Lone Wanderer yelled getting in between them.

"Yeah just fucking end it already. First I had the shame and the self hate tearing up my insides, then I get tortured by you douche-bags, then I'm getting told to wait until you guys play whack the fucking pinata with his own limbs, while I hang and bleed my insides out. And guess what? I AM THE FUCKING PINATA! I'll fucking tell you who the fuck I work for already. Just fucking end it already..." Mark yelled putting his head down.

"Okay what the fuck are you going on about? A few minutes ago down there you were content about causing all these people to die. And now your insides are being tore up?" Lone Wanderer said confused.

"Its not about that...its about...your fucking father. Hmph...now are you ready to fucking listen you motherfucker?" Mark said. The Lone Wanderer astonished at what Mark had just said looked at him.

"How do you know my father?" Lone Wanderer said calmly his anger building up inside.

"Your father was the reason...why my brother fucking died! that's right. I work for the Enclave. If you hadn't took all this time to torture me...you could of put it together right there you fucking moron!" Mark revealed. Lone Wanderer looked down at the ground shaking with anger.

"I WIPED OUT THE FUCKING ENCLAVE! I FUCKING BLEW UP THEIR MOBILE BASE CRAWLER! I BLEW UP FUCKING RAVEN ROCK! I DESTROYED ABOUT 19 VERTIBIRDS! I KILLED MY FUCKING SHARE OF ENCLAVE! AND NOW YOU ARE SAYING THAT THE MOTHERFUCKERS ARE BACK?" Lone Wanderer lost it. "How the fuck are they back? Wait...their going to try to attack Megaton...but it isn't to get a new base...its for me...bastards are going to try their hardest to kill me...it all makes sense now...attack Megaton to get a base? That would just be retarded. They want to take out their number one enemy. Not the Brotherhood of Steel...Me." Lone Wanderer said.

"Well the fucking demon finally fucking figured it out!" Mark yelled.

"Demon?" The Lone Wanderer repeated.

"Like you said...you killed your fucking share of Enclave. Hell you even blew up two of their bases." Mark answered. "And your the demon-spawn of the bastard who caused my brother to die." Mark continued. "My brother was in Project Purity when Colonel Autumn talked to your father. And do you remember what happened brat? He released a ungodly amount of radiation in the control room. It killed himself, my brother, and everyone else in that control room. Except for Colonel Autumn. He saved himself. He could of used at least a little bit of his rad-away or rad-x to save my brother. But no...his life was more important...I was going to kill him in his sleep if he returned alive from Project Purity the second time...the time where you killed him. Me...revengless...went on a killing spree in the Capital Wasteland...killing anything that crossed my sight. Until I learned from my fellow enclave that YOU survived the radiation that your father and my brother had died from. Why you? Why not my brother who could of survived?" Mark went on.

"Because he was there when the radiation was released. I entered after the radiation was already let out. Your brother and my father were there when the radiation was released so they were irradiated head on. And also the Brotherhood Of Steel saved me afterward." Lone Wanderer said. "Your brother was a enclave. No one would of helped him survive that day. And the only one who could of was Autumn. Yet he used all of his rad-away and rad-x on himself." Lone Wanderer said.

"Whatever. Just take my life like how your father took my brother's." Mark said putting his head down again.

"Lets get this shit over with. We have to go get prepared because the Enclave isn't a joke..." Lone Wanderer said. Fawkes grabbed one of Mark's chained up legs and ripped it off. "Argh..." Mark tried not to scream, or react to the Lone Wanderer's execution. He just looked up into the sky, shed a tear. "I'll be with you soon brother." Mark said he then attempted to remove his right arm from the chains. He pulled as hard as he could, the chains began to cut into his arm.

"What are you doing!" The Lone Wanderer yelled.

"Freeing myself...from this hell." Mark said grunting still pulling his arm. Eventually, the arm was freed but it had cut a majority of his skin and flesh off.

"RAGH! Soon...my brother..." Mark said as he pulled something out of his pocket with his free arm. He pulled out a vial of some strange looking liquid. "Heh...Albino Rad-scorpion poison. Hmph...I was going to pour this in all of your food and water...after I left talking with Jeff...but it seems that that didn't happen hmmm?" Mark said after he popped the bottle open with his teeth. "Well Lone Wanderer...I'll see you in after-hell." Mark said as he was about to chug the bottle until Fawkes snatched it from him and launched it over Megaton's wall. "NO!" Mark cried.

After Fawkes had launched the poison halfway to Rivet City he dropped Mark and took the leg that he ripped off of him and smacked him with it. This made Mark's face start bleeding.

"Damn it...I just wanted vengeance. Is that so wrong? Wanting revenge...gah...for...your one and only family member." Mark said. The Lone Wanderer knew what Mark was talking about when he had killed Colonel Autumn he stood over his corpse and shot him 10 more times in the face.

"The Capital is a hell when you are completely alone. The Enclave...even I can't trust them..." Mark went on.

"that's enough from you..." Fawkes said ripping off one of Mark's arms.

"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! Gah...br..." Mark cried. Fawkes gripped on to Mark's loose limbs as tight as possible. "oth..." Fawkes had lifted both up in the air next to Mark's head. "er." Mark finished his word finally. Fawkes slammed both limbs on to Mark's body repeatedly. Blood hadn't stopped splattering until the Lone Wanderer walked away shaking his head.

"Lone Wanderer! Where are you going?" Fawkes said as he dropped Mark's limbs and began to run to Lone Wanderer's side.

"Guys! Where the hell did you go!" Jericho yelled as he was distracted at looking at Mark. He was about to run off to catch up with the guys until...

"Cough...splat...cough..." Mark was still alive however he couldn't even talk anymore he was just coughing up blood. Mark was completely covered in blood, bones broken, he was shedding tears of pain and disappointment.

"W...h...y...?" Mark finally said after coughing up a lot of blood. Jericho felt something that very minute that he had never felt before.

Pity.

"Kid...I...have to admit...you are one tough motherfucker. A super mutant just hit you with your own limbs over and over, broke several bones, stepped on you several times, and your still kicking. However...now you are barely alive. I..." Jericho stuttered as he heard Lone Wanderer yelling for him.

"HEY JERICHO ARE YOU FUCKING COMING OR NOT?" Lone Wanderer yelled angrily.

"YEAH YEAH YEAH! I'm just...beating his corpse to make sure he is completely dead!" Jericho lied.

"WELL HURRY UP!" Lone Wanderer shouted again.

"Kid I'm not sure what to do with you..."

1:15 AM...
"Sigh...soon I'll be outta this place." Jeff said about to walk up the stairs in his house to go to sleep. But suddenly he was pinned to the wall by his neck. He looked at the culprit and saw a familiar face.

"Jeff. You know something that I need to know. You better tell me what "Mark" told you to do if you don't want the next thing to see be oh I don't know. A mini nuke being shot at your house while your locked in it. So...I'm gonna give you a choice. If you are willing to tell use what we need to know nod up and down. If your not willing then get ready to be fucking nuked. So...whats your answer?" The Lone Wanderer asked.

Jeff looked at him with surprise and fear. And quickly nodded up and down very quickly.

"that's a good Jeff. A "don't have to get nuked" Jeff." The Lone Wanderer said. "Where the hell is Jericho?" The Lone Wanderer asked Fawkes. Fawkes shrugged.

1:16 AM Back where Mark was...
"Kid...I know you want to die...and even if you didn't...the medical clinic wouldn't be enough to save you. So I picked the only good choice I have to offer. Put you out of your misery. Cough if you want this to happen. Don't cough if you want to just bleed out." Jericho said to Mark.

"...COUGH!" Mark coughed loudly. Jericho couldn't decide if he was trying to say kill me or he was just in pain. Either way...

BLAM!

He put him out of his misery. The blood from the shot splattered on the wall and eventually ran down the Lone Wanderer's wall of his house and spelled...H-E-L-L.

End of Chapter 1

Edit: I fixed several mistakes in this chapter. Have a good day, adios.

~TGG333