FALLOUT ½: Post Nuclear Mayhem
By Creepy D
And so it continues…
"17 seconds of compassion
17 seconds of peace
17 seconds to remember love is the energy
behind which all is created
17 seconds to remember all that is good
17 seconds to forget all your hurt and pain
17 seconds of faith
17 seconds to trust you again
17 seconds of radiance
17 seconds to send a prayer up
17 seconds is all you really need."
--Smashing Pumpkins
Chapter 2
Part 1
Ranma sighed. The minute he had taken his eyes off Ryouga, the eternally
lost boy disappears. "Oh well, at least Kasumi programmed the location of
the Vault into my PIPboy…"
**********************
When Ranma arrived at the entrance to Vault 9, he noticed a few lasers
turrets that had been blown up. The door to the vault also looked like it
had been blown up. A few scattered rounds of JHP 5 mm littered the entrance,
along with a few dead men who, judging by the blue suits, had been
vault-dwellers. Their eyes stared at Ranma, when he passed, blood pooling at
his feet.
The inside was not much better. Ranma saw a few dead men who looked to
be Raiders, and more dead vault-dwellers. He made his way to the elevator,
and stepping in, pushed the button for level 2.
Level 2 was no different than the first, and Ranma saw no evidence of
life. The level looked to be the living quarters of the vault-dwellers, and
saw many people who had been murdered in their own beds. The resonant tang
of death seeped into Ranma's nostrils. "This happened recently," he muttered
to himself. "I bet the bastards are on the next level…"
The deep rage within Ranma started to take a life of it's own, just as it had
before, whenever he saw injustice. He backtracked to the elevator and
pressed the last button, Level 3. When the doors opened, Ranma surprised a
guard. A quick punch to the man's neck left him choking against the bile
trying to pass his crushed windpipe.
Another guard, hearing the choking, came running out of a room up the hall.
Ranma drew his .44 and shot the man in the head. The rage was now in
control. Ranma burned with a bright crimson battle-aura as he pounded into
the room.
What he saw there pushed him over the edge. The raiders had knocked a young
woman out and were in the process of cutting of her vault-suit with a combat
knife. A small pool of blood had formed around he head, originating at a cut
on her forehead. With an inhuman battle cry, Ranma started shooting. The
man with the knife took an entire clip to the head, blowing bloody chunks all
over the girl. The other four men looked up and drew their weapons. One man
started firing his SMG while Ranma punched through his comrade's chest. The
SMG's bullets ricocheted of the walls and computer in the room.
Ranma fed all his rage into a chi blast. "Mouko Takabisha!" he roared,
as the blast separated another Raider's torso from legs. Ranma blurred, and
the man with the SMG found him inside his defenses. Ranma felt his left fist
exit out the back of the man's skull, as his right crushed the SMG, the metal
oozing out between his fingers.
The last man turned and pointed a hunting rifle at the woman. "Move and
I'll blow her fucking bitch brains out, motherfucker!" he screamed. The Rage
within Ranma turned from a red-hot beserker into and ice-blue fury.
"Why did you do this? Why does your kind continue to kill and rape and
murder and steal and enslave? Why? Do you think that no one will stop you?
What is the fucking matter with you? WHY!?!?"
The man sneered, "Why do you protect these people? What do you get out of
it? Now, whatta you gonna do? If you move, I'll kill this delicious-looking
little beauty. So what's it gonna be, punk?"
Ranma stared at the man, then disappeared. The Raider gawked at the empty
space then felt a light tap on his shoulder. He stupidly turned around, and
his eyes met the spiked knuckles Ranma wore. "That was a dumb move,
asshole…" Ranma muttered.
He looked at the young woman. "Jesus, what a mess. At least I got here
before anything happened…"
**********************
Ranma took the elevator back down to Level 2. He looked through a few
rooms before finding one that did not have a murdered citizen in it. He
gently put the unconscious girl down on the bed and set about tending the
large cut on her head. After he had fixed it up as best he could, he took
off his combat leather jacket and draped it over her nude chest. Then Ranma
sat back and waited for her to regain consciousness.
"Uhnnhh…Where am I?" moaned the girl as she tried to sit up.
Ranma leapt to with an exclamation. "Oh! Hey! Don't sit up, you'll only
aggravate your wound! Please miss! Don't strain yourself."
The girl glared at him. "Who are you? What did you bastards do to me?
I'll kill you if you touched me! Where's my father?"
Ranma blushed, and said, "Umm…I didn't touch you except to tend to your
head wound, and I don't know where your father is, I think everyone else is
dead…I stopped the Raiders before they could do anything to you, I think. My
name is Ranma, what's yours?" He looked away. "Umm…You also don't have a
shirt on, so um, please don't sit up, or my coat will fall off, miss."
The girl stared at him. "What do you mean everyone's dead? They can't
be!" She tried to get up again, but fell back on the cushions. She stared
up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry, my name is Akane. I believe you, but Jesus
Christ. All my friends and family, all the people in the vault, dead…" She
started to sob.
Ranma was at a loss. He knew how to fight and kill, but not how to
comfort a half-nude, *extremely* pretty girl who obviously needed someone to
comfort her. He awkwardly placed his arms around her and tried to make
soothing noises. "Shh…it's ok…at least you are alive…The other
Vault-dwellers would want you to be happy that you can still see another day.
I, um, killed all the Raiders, so your people are avenged, and, um, are you
done crying yet?"
Akane looked at him with wonder. "You killed all the Raiders? How many?
What kind of weapons did you use? Can you teach me to fight like that? I
want to be that strong to protect others so this will never happen again!"
"Um, I killed about 5, and it was mostly with my fists, and I suppose I
could teach you, if you really wanted it…" He stuttered, "Um…m-m-maybe you
sh-sh-should p-p-p-put on a sh-shirt…"
Akane blushed, and stammered, "Y-yeah…"
Ranma got up and said, "I'll be outside the room, try to find something
to wear..." and then ducked out the door.
Akane looked after him and murmured, "kawaii…"
Ranma leaned against the door and muttered, "kawaii…"
**********************
Akane peeked out the door and saw Ranma leaning against the wall.
"Here's your jacket," she said, and started to hand it to him.
Ranma looked at what she had found to wear. She was still wearing the
tight vault pants, and had found a *really* tight white shirt to replace her
ripped blue one. Akane brushed away a bit of drool that had started to form
on his bottom lip. She poked him, hard.
"RANMA!" she yelled in his ear.
"Aaugh!" he yelled, as he jumped back a few feet.
"Here's your jacket," Akane said softly.
"Oh, Akane! You startled me! Um…Hold on to it until we find you something
else. It's a harsh world out there, and that will protect you a bit."
She flashed him a smile, "Thanks! We need to get out of here,
before…well, let's get a move on. You need to teach me, after all!"
Ranma's heart melted at that smile, "Yeah, I guess we should…"
End Part 1
Blah. This is pretty bad...Oh well, I'm to busy to try and make it better.
Gotta keep up with my American ideals of laziness and sloppiness. If you
like it great, if you don't, great. It's all the same to me.
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