Fallout 3: A slave buyer's kindness

I do not own Fallout: 3 at all in any ways, the two women here in this story are Oc's of a friend of mine. And the inventory used is the one I use In Fallout 3, I do know some kills may be a bit unreal, but c'mon people, I'm writing a fanfic here!

Aili:

I and my twin sister had been in the slavers camp for as long as we could remember, and still, nobody has bought us yet, we are both twenty-three, raven haired beauties, natural bodies, not marred by the wastelands harsh climate, or by battle, or chems. We were the same in every way, height, breast size, facial build, hair the same length, blue eyes, curvy and beautiful. My name is Aili, and my sister's name, Ashley. It was about two in the afternoon when he came, our savior from this prison. Other women were crying out, begging for him or her… We couldn't tell at the time due to his armor, to buy them, we just sat on a bench next to each other silently in our own personal pen. The slaver known as Forty led him to our pen, which was at the back with no other slavers around, he started to tell the person about us, our names, how long we were here, how disciplined we were, but at the word "Whip" The man turned to forty, pulling his 10 mm pistol from his holster and blowing his brains all out against the dirt ground. The man bent down and took the pen key and the ammo Forty carried before unlocking our cages, reaching up and taking off our collars with surprising ease, taking out a permanent marker and drawing a 'bought' symbol on our arms, just like the ones slavers burned on the arms of bought slaves.

"Come with me." He/ She said with a computerized voice we could not recognize either as male or female, we glanced at each other nervously and nodded, following him silently as he looked at the slavers watching us carefully, shaking violently in fear that they would see through the rouse and shoot us. Ashley started to whimper and I hugged her to my side gently, shushing her gently as the sickos jeered and laughed, leering after us. One came forward like he was going to grab us and the person saving us seemed to pull a switchblade from nowhere and jammed it into the slavers windpipe. Gasping in a futile attempt at life the man stared at him in shock before collapsing, dead. Savior, what I decided to call him for the moment… Wiped the blade on the dead man's clothes and taking his ammo before continuing on his way, not one slaver messed with us on our way out after that, word spread fast at how quickly he killed the slaver. An air of fear surrounded the slavers, actually offering him a job as a slaver, which he denied thankfully.

Walking out into the wasteland, he handed us each a pair of boots and led us a while away before stopping, turning he pulled out a trigger "Goodbye Paradise falls." Savior said and pulled the trigger on the handle, the sickening city vanishing in a mushroom cloud. We each gasped and covered out eyes, he then pulled out two pairs of tortoise shell sun glasses to wear. Is this guy prepared for any situation? I thought to myself as I stared at Him/ Her.

He turned silently "Let's go." Savior said softly as he started to walk, stopping suddenly, he reached into his bag and pulled out two leather sets of armor, handing one to my sister and I, we donned the apparel and started to walk with Savior.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I said softly and blushed, he looked back, clicking a button on his helmet before removing it for the first time, god he was barley 20, and so handsome

"Let's g—" He was cut off by a line of white hot metal streaking in and striking him in the head, causing him to fall to one knee, whoops and cheers were heard in the distance as the raiders advanced, and the most peculiar thing happened, Savior stood again, pulling his own sniper and brought it to his eye, I spotted the words 'Reservists Rifle' painted onto the side before he started to fire, extremely quick, taking down the raiders one by one. He put the gun away and started to apply stimpacks to the wound "That's why I keep my helmet on in the wastes." Savior said softly, wincing as his right eye grew back perfectly, taking out a rag and wiping away the blood and gore on his face.

Ashley got up and hugged him tightly "Thank you! Thank you so much! Erm… I mean…. I'm sorry Master." She said softly, releasing him and walking back to me, hugging me gently in fear of punishment.

He simply laughed and took off the chest plate of his heavy armor as well as the gauntlets, walking forward and wrapping up both in a warm hug "Your welcome, but do not call me master, I have a name, and you do too, we are all humans here! I am Sebastian." HE said lightly and chuckled, releasing us and stepping back, right into a deathclaw, who plunged its claws straight into his back "Well fuck." He muttered and looked down at the bloody spear like claws sticking through his chest.

Hope you liked it so far!