I do not own or will ever own anything by Bethesda Softworks or by Obsidian and Fallout New Vegas. This is just about a regular soldiers journey through New Vegas and the NCR.

The spelling and grammar are poor at best, I know this, believe me I know. So if you can still read this then I thank you, if you can't... well stop reading.

The Fallen Sniper

Prolog

"Keep moving!" Shouted the Great Khan raising his police baton high in a threatening manner, urging them to keep up.

Tristan who was keeping his attention towards the small girl that was in front of him, barely had enough time before the teenage woman beside received a crushing blow to her back.

Yelping in pain she crumbled to the ground. "Jack, I think the bitch needs help,"said the great khan leader who was standing on top of the rock over looking the entire mountain range.

A man standing next to the leader laughed before walking forward wielding brass knuckles. Bending down he picked up the teenage girl by the hair. Once she was up on her feet, the man swung down and hit her right in the cheek, sending her once again down to the ground.

"Now... I will only say this once,"replied the great khan leader who had jumped off the rock to get ground level with the 8 slaves who all were tied together while being bound by their wrists.

"No fucking talking!" Shouted a female khan who swung and hit a young man in the lower back, dropping him to his knees.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way,"he said reaching out and making sure the middle aged woman would look up at him.

Giving her chin a squeeze, he walked down the line of slaves before stopping in the middle of them. "I am not a violent man, I am a business man. But... if I have too, I will beat everyone of you with in an inch of your life. Or you can do as your told and we can make this journey painless as possible."

Giving them one more look he returned to his head scout position next to 2 other Great Khans. With in moments they were moving again, going up another hill before darting around rocks formations and other inclines too steep or too long to climb down. Keeping his eyes forward he could see the girl who looked to be close to his age of 8 years old, beginning to slow down.

"You can't give up, you have to keep going,"he whispered getting closer to the girl.

"I can't..."she said struggling to breath,"my legs are on fire."

Tristan reached and pushed his tied up wrists into her back, giving her some more back support and hopefully taking some of pressure of her legs.

Turning slightly around she looked him in his dark blue eyes. He could see the gracious look she had in her own brown eyes. Giving her a small head nod, they continued their forced run through the mountains.

About an hour later the Great Khan leader ordered them to stop. Whispering something to Jack, he proceed to walk down the line of slaves before stopping once again in front of the teenage woman. She immediately began to tremble as Jack instead turned to look at Tristan.

"Hold out your forearms,"he commanded to him.

Knowing what happens to slaves who don't fallow orders he held out his forearms and braced himself. Without warning Jack swung down and hit his left forearm sharply, making him shout in pain.

"No helping,"he said looking down at him and the girl who had watched the scene before quickly turning her head back around again.

The tremendous pain he felt in his forearm told him it might be broken. Gathering himself Tristan quickly stood back up to the surprise of two Great Khan woman who were walking over to get him back on his feet. Despite the fact there was tears coming down his cheeks, he refused to complain about his injury and quickly lowered his wrists again.

"Seems we got a tough kid here,"replied the khan woman who made sure to pat his broken forearm attempting to get him to cry out in pain.

Tristan not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing how much it hurt, fought off the urge to scream out in pain.

"Enough Misty, we still got a long journey ahead of us if we want to avoid the NCR,"stated the leader.

4 hours later they had reached a small camp the Great Khans had set up. It was hidden inside the mountains were two valleys met on the north and south, with a cave on the west and a small river down a few hundred feet towards the east. The Khans had their markings all over the rocks along with tents, tables, a few places for them to make there chems.

All the adult slaves were putting inside a Metal pen in the center of the camp where they could be guarded. Tristan and the little girl where put inside shopping cart cages near the back end of the camp with the higher ranking Khans who had there own personal tents. A great khan doctor who had received training from the Followers of the Apocalypse, treated Michael's broken left forearm by setting it and wrapping it, without giving him any Med-X.

Tristan knew at some point he had fallen a sleep for when he awoke it was dark out. Getting up he could see the reflecting flames of a bonfire that must have been going in the center of the camp. He could hear drunken rants and gunfire coming from the center of the camp as well.

Looking right he spotted the girl staring off into the sky above them. "There beautiful aren't they,"she said realizing that he was staring at her.

Glancing up as well, he had admit the stars did look beautiful out in the country side."In the Hub, the cities lights block a lot of the stars, so it's kinda nice to see them."

"Is that where you are from?"

Tristan shook his head. "No, not really. My mom said I was born Maxson. Dad was on duty at the time in Arroyo; he was a Ranger."

"Was... What happen to him?"She asked turning her attention to him completely.

Tristan shrugged her shoulders. "Not sure really. I don't remember him, as Mom said he died when I was barely 2 years old. After that, mom left Maxson returning to Shady Sands her home and back to the first Recon Sniper battalion. I was really young and don't remember much about that time. But what I do remember is her getting very sick by the time I was 6. She died shortly there after, forcing me to go leave with my Uncle inside the Hub,"he said trailing off with angry look on his face.

"I am sorry I didn't mean to upset you,"she said noticing his anger.

Closing his eyes and breathing in and out he turned back to her. "It's find, how could you know? You know what, I just realize I don't even know your name?"

"Oh your right. My name is Britney Winchester,"she said putting her hand on the side of her shopping cart.

"Tristan Andrew Walker,"he added putting his hand on the cart right were her hand was at.

Tristan couldn't quite understand why, but he felt the need to protect the girl, even though he only had just met her in the past 2 days. It was something he felt deep inside, almost like a finding a long lost sister.

"The reason for my anger is my Uncle Joey "Lucky"Rivers. He works for the Crimson Caravan as a small time operative. By the time I arrived he already had two children a boy Jerry Rivers and a daughter Angelica Rivers. Right away I could tell he was a bad person. His wife Ashley would always cringe before him. Most of the time he either gambled or drank his money away. So when he came home he liked to take his frustrations out on everyone, and since I wasn't his kid, I got the brunt of it. Not to mention that asshole of a son of his Jerry. Because he was older and bigger than me he made sure my life there was a living hell too. Like father like son right?" He said looking down at his shopping cart.

Britney also looked down at her own cart before turned back to him. "How did you end up here?"

Tristan actual laughed a bit. "Turns out my Uncle Lucky was not so lucky and got into debt often. He apparently owed a lot of money to a few people, including the Great Khans. After living with him for 2 years he reached a deal with the Khans to sell me to settle his debt. So 2 days ago at the age of 8 I was sold to Great Khans and smuggled outside of the Hub, and here I am now."

Shaking his head he kicked the shopping cart with his foot. "So... how about you? How did you end up here?"

At this Britney stared hard into the metal ground of the shopping cart. Reaching up she wiped a small tear away from her eyes. "I was born in Redding. A settlement in northern California. Dad and mom both worked inside the mines, opposite shifts. But after the war with the Brotherhood of steel, the NCR no longer used Gold to back there money, instead switching to Water. This proved devastating for the entire area. Mom and Dad tried to make it work but when out of work miners began rioting every other day and jobs were no longer available it was time for us to leave. We made our way towards New Reno. But work was hard to come by for two former mines, and soon we found ourselves on the streets. It was then the local gangs came by when we were sleeping and murdered my parents and took me prisoner. I spent 6 months with the Bishops before being sold to the Khans a week ago."

Despite the fact they had grown up hundreds of miles away from each other, they both had a similar tragic story. Reaching inside his brahmin skin pants he went through his torn right pocket, before finding his secret pocket that was behind his right knee. Inside he pulled out a small bag of Potato crisps along with his mother's and father's dog tags.

"I thought they searched all us,"she said with a stunned look on her face.

Tristan grinned back at her."If there is one thing I have learned from my time with my uncle is, if you want to hide something do it plain sight."

Taking a few chips out of the bag, he then rolled it up before shoving it through the small hole on the shopping cart. Thankfully it got caught on her cart to where she could grab it and eat the crushed up 200 year old chips. With the small amount of water they were given by the Khan doctor they were able to have a nice meal compared to the rest of the slaves in the center of the camp who had nothing.

Barely a few minutes later, they could see the shadow of someone coming bouncing off the rocks that surrounded the entire place. Quickly tucking his parents dog tags inside his hidden pocket, Tristan looked up to see Jack staggering his way over to them. He had a whiskey bottle in his right hand as he drained the bottle before tossing against the nearby rock, shattering it into pieces.

Coming closer he could see a sick smile was plastered all over his face. "Time for some fun,"he said pulling the key he wore around his neck off and unlocked Britney's shopping cart cage.

There wasn't much room in the cart, but she managed to back herself away from. Reaching inside he attempted to grab her by the leg, but instead Britney began flailing with her legs hitting his arm repeatedly. By now Jack had enough, bending down he reached inside with both of his arms and stopped her from flailing her legs.

"No! Get away from me!" She screamed grabbing a hold of the cart with her small hands.

Jack simply laughed at her struggles before pulling even harder finally removing her hands from the inside of the cage. Holding her upside down by her left leg, she once again began to try kick or punch him.

"You get your damn hands on off her, you son of bitch!" Shouted Tristan shaking his cart's metal walls.

Jack swung down and backhanded Britney hard across the face, making her go silent."Oh, don't you worry you fucking brat. Misty is going to have some fun with your smart ass,"he said putting Britney over his shoulder and started walking towards his tent.

Leaning back Tristan began to kick the shopping cart attempting to break the lock so how. After a few desperate tries he realized his efforts were in vain. Sitting back up he reached out trying to pry the thin metal apart.

Pulling with all his might, he his hands finally gave. With the sudden loss of losing his grip, Tristan was

flung back, making him hit his head against the top of the cart.

"Shit!" He cursed rubbing the top of his head.

It was when he was about to give up all hope, Tristan noticed the key that Jack had used to get inside Britney's cart was now laying right next to him. Unfortunately the cart's small holes were even too small for him to stick his arm through. Pulling at the metal he felt it loosen slightly. Finding a renewed strength he began to kick at the side angle with everything he had.

After 30 seconds of this Tristan saw he had made enough opening that he might be able to reach the key. Reaching out he could feel the bent metal scrapping against the top of hand and forearm, but was able to grab the key. Pulling back the bent metal once again tour off some of his skin, this time against the bottom of his arm.

Sticking the key inside the lock he quickly kicked open the cart's door."I am coming"teased Misty from around the bend, with her shadow getting closer and closer to him.

Scrambling out he quickly closed the cart's door and run behind the big rock the carts were bolted against. Stepping up on a set of smaller rocks he managed to get on top of the big rock, right as Misty made her appearance.

Tristan knew he could just make a quick run for it and in with the darkness he probably could get away. But his mom always told him, you never leave a man or woman behind. Tristan couldn't live with himself, if he knew he didn't at least try and save her.

"We are going to have so much fun, my little fuck,"she said with a mocking tone.

"Nothing to say, oh don't you worry by the night's end you will be begging for me to kill you,"Misty said bending down to investigate the shopping cart.

Tristan knew if he was going to do something, it was now or never. Patting around he found a rather big stone that would require him use both hands to use. Pulling the stone against his chest he slowly stood up.

"What the fuck? The brat's escaped,"she replied standing up and pulling out her knife.

In the darkness she could not see him standing above her. Right before she could leave the area, Tristan jumped down with the rock over his head. Misty whose head was turned to the right suddenly looked up when Tristan smashed the rock on top of her head, sending both of them crashing to the ground. Quickly getting to his feet, he could see the woman was not moving and had blood coming down the side of her head. Not wanting to take any chances, Tristan bent down and picked up the rock again. Raising it above his head he smashed into her head again. Repeating this action 3 more times, he left her head a bloody mess, with her brains and blood all over the front of his clothes.

Breathing hard he finally let go of the rock. With all the adrenaline that was pumping in him, he didn't even realize that he had been stabbed. Looking down Tristan could see the knife sticking into his gut on the right side. Bracing himself Tristan pulled the knife out as he had to put his hand up to his mouth to stop himself from screaming in pain.

Dropping the knife to the ground, Tristan crumbled to his knees holding his stabbed would with his left hand. He could taste the blood in his mouth, forcing him turn his head to the right and spit the blood on the nearby rock. It was then, Tristan noticed the 9mm the dead khan had on her gun belt. Reaching down he grabbed the gun in his small hands. Even though Tristan was only 8 years old, everyone knew how to wield a gun in the NCR. Cocking the gun he could see there was a full round inside the clip.

Standing up slowly Tristan staggered his way towards Jack's tent. Using his gun hand to quietly open the tent's flap, he peered inside.

Britney who had her top of was on her knees,with Jack repeatedly thrust his cock inside her mouth. The over sized organ was slowly suffocating her as she was having a hard time catching her breath. Reaching out he put his hands on the back of her head and forced more of his cock down her throat, before pulling back, allowing her breath. Tears were streaming down her cheeks despite the fact her eyes were closed.

"Your a good little slut,"he said closing his eyes again and picked up his pace by shoving more and more his cock inside her throat.

Tristan by this time had edged his way inside the tent. Holding his bleeding stab would with his left hand and raising the gun in his right hand by using his broken left forearm for support.

The first gun shot him in the upper back causing Jack to lurch forward a bit. Britney took this distraction to push the khan's penis out of her mouth. Jack turned around to look at Tristan with a stunned facially expression.

Firing again the second shot hit him in square in the chest, dropping him to his knees."Go to hell you bastard,"he said putting the gun against the raspiest forehead and pulled the trigger.

The shot blew snapped his head back violently before the limp body fell over on his side. Dropping to his knees, Tristan took his hand off his bleeding wound to look at the crimson blood on his hand. Looking up he could see Britney already had her shirt back on and was looking around for something. Finding a small bag she quickly stuffed 2 bottles of purified water, dried brahmin meat, stimpak, Med-X, and a few bandages inside.

Looking on the nearby counter table, she grabbed the combat knife and tucked it inside belt before slinging the bag over her shoulders.

"Come on Tristan,"she said bending down and putting his right shoulder over her neck,"we have to leave now!"

Normally they should have been discovered by now from the gun shots, but random gun shots were coming from the entire camp all night, so now one would think twice of it. Taking the 9mm gun out his right hand she tucked it inside Tristan's waist line before lifting him on his feet.

"I can't carry you. You have to help me,"she whispered when they were both outside the tent.

Right when she was about to lead them to the right and towards the river, he squeezed her right arm gently.

"No, that's the first place they will think to look for us,"he managed to say before coughing up some more blood on the ground.

Turning his head towards the northwest they hopped over a few rocks they could feel the ground beginning to get steeper and steeper. Right when they were about to take another step they quickly realized they had stepped over the top of the valley and began to slide down on there backs against the rough ground.

"Don't let go of my hand!" She screamed as they began to pick up more and more speed.

Holding onto her hand tightly he could feel his back beginning to hurt from the constant friction they were generating by sliding so fast. Just when Britney thought she might be able to slow them down, they were sent flying over the edge of the cliff face.

Falling into the darkness both Britney and Tristan braced themselves for impacting the ground which would kill both of them. Instead they splashed violently into water. The force of them hitting the water made them let go of each others hand.

Tristan was in severe pain before they hit the water, but after words it felt like everyone bone in his body was broken. But some how he found the strength to swim up to the surface.

"Britney! Britney! Are you still alive!" He shouted as he could feel himself beginning to be carried down the mountain side by the fast moving current.

In the darkness he could only see three feet in front of himself and began to desperately splash around. "I think so!" Shouted her voice ahead of him.

"Tristan, we have to get out of the water! It's full of radiation,"she said urging them both to slowly work themselves over to the left side of the river.

About another 100 feet down river, they finally managed to reach shallower water, allowing them to get out of the river before collapsing on the river's bank. It was then Tristan realize there was a sharp pain digging into his ass. Reaching inside his pants, he pulled out 9mm gun and tucked it back inside his waist line.

By now Tristan was having a hard time from breathing."Hey, don't you die on me now," she replied reaching inside the wet pack.

Pulling out the Med-X she quickly injected the pain killer into his neck. Waiting a few minutes for the Med-X to kick in, she grabbed the stim-pak. Injected the healing agent into his stab wound she went about cleaning it the best she could, with whatever she had.

"I guess I owe you my life,"he managed to say as his breathing began to return to normal.

Britney was leaning over him with a soft smile on her face. "The last time I checked I still owe you one."

Tristan laughed a bit."I think your right..." he said before passing out from exhaustion with Britney smiling down at him.

A/N: This is my second fallout story, the first one was called Dragon Knights so hopefully if you liked that you will like this one. I will try to get new chapters out every 2 weeks or earlier. If you want to review or offer help I am always willing to listen. I can take criticism too, I promise.