0 comments/ 6472 views/ 6 favorites Fallout Ch. 02 By: lemaSierra ***So you are probably tired of seeing this but all the characters involved sexually are 18 years or older. It also contains violence so you've been warned. Also, I do apologize for the short chapters... Its just how I write.*** Michael dreamt that he was still in his new hotel room. He was standing by the door and looked over the suite. He scanned around the small, simple room and noticed smoke curling off of the ceiling. Some of the furniture would distort and change into something entirely different which made the whole room look like it was shifting around.'That's a little weird' he thought. His eyes drifted over to the bedroom and walked through the doorway to find out that he wasn't alone in the product of his imagination. There she was, a natural beauty in nothing but undergarments, laying down on his bed. He could see the wild look in her eyes when she smiled at him lustfully. There was fire burning in them, which scared Mike a little. Jules acted gentle when he was talking to her yesterday, but now, It looked as if she wanted to dominate him, which didn't really appeal to Michael. He wasn't totally against it, but being bounded by ropes, was not his cup of tea. She brushed her silky smooth hair out of her face which made Michael want to immediately fuck her as hard as he could. She bit her perfect lips, as if anticipating him to do just that. Her lips were the perfect ratio, full but not overly so. They looked very soft, warm and welcoming. 'Maybe she should suck his cock. She must know that she's driving me insane.' Mike thought. Michael felt the warm breeze coming through his window. He felt it touch all of his skin as if he was naked. Michael looked down and he was indeed, completely naked in this dream. He could feel his cock so erect that it hurt. Trying to survive out in the wild doesn't really give you time to inspect your body. Thus, Michael was very surprised to see that his strong, veiny penis was 9 inches long. It was circumsized, and had a bit of girth to it. 'What a pleasant surprise!' Michael noted. He smiled mischievously and looked up at Julia to see what her reaction would be. Her eyes were glued to his dick. This made Mike a little self-conscious but also confident at the same time. It gave him power to know that she was impressed by his dick, but also that she might think it was too big as well. She raised her eyebrows and looked into his eyes with her wild, but loving gaze. She slightly tilted her head. She was trying to look innocent, and Michael would have believed her but part of him knew she craved to have a cock in her. She spread her legs open and slid one hand into her white, laced panties. Michael could see her tracing her small mound then stop and start circling around her clitoris. He saw her mouth hanging open as she let out a whimper. That pretty much made his heart explode. Her soft voice moaning in pleasure sounded so sweet. She wasn't vocal, but she wasn't silent. Once again, she was the best of two worlds. She stopped and slowly removed her hand from her sex. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the pussy juice from her beautiful digits. He saw that she painted her nails a bright pink, which made her look like a little school girl. That sent Michael's brain whirling with fantasies. She circled her clit faster then slowed down and gently brushed it with her finger tips. She shivered and slowly pulled down her panties to make room for both hands. Michael stepped a bit closer to see Julia's flawless peach. It was a beautiful shade of pink and looked drenched. She had just the right balance of pubic hair and radiated the most delectable scent. It was kind of musky but very gentle. Mild. His hands went down to his dick and gasped it, rubbing it up and down. He didn't know you could give yourself pleasure, as he rubbed it faster. 'Woah, that feels good!' He thought. Jules started to rub her clitoris relentlessly, while her other hand slowly worked its way up to her generously filled bra and... "Beep-beep-beep-beep!" Mike jumped out of bed and aimed his revolver at the locked door. He looked around the room for awhile before he convinced his instincts that he was safe. He was always on the edge. Living on the road taught him that he was blessed for being paranoid. Sometimes looking over your shoulder a few hundred times saved your life. "Beep-beep-beep-beep!" Michael pressed the screen on his wrist device multiple times and the alarm shut off. He laid down his revolver on the sheetless bed. He looked down to see the sheets wrapped around his ankles. He must roll around a lot when he sleep. He undid the sheets and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes intentionally looked past the tattoo on his arm but traveled down to the device on his wrist. The clock said it was 5:00 a.m. He then stood on his tippy toes and leaned slightly forward. He fell foward but caught himself at the last second and started to begin his daily push ups. He wasn't really sure why he did this or when he had began. After he was finished he raised to his feet and once again looked in the mirror. Perhaps it was to maintain discipline so he could be a better fighter. Either way, it didn't make him very happy to do something physically demanding at this ungodly hour. He then sat back on his bed and unloaded his pistol. He usually cleaned his gun every morning and night. He was pretty sure he could use it as a mirror now, the black metal reflected the light and he couldn't see any scratches. He turned the revolver over to see the name engraved down the length of the barrel. 'Michael Damik' was written in cursive. The writing had fancy and exaggerated curves and loops that led Mike to think who ever wrote it must have been of the highest class. Afterwards, he would count the number of bullets he had left. Then he would go on to sharpening and oiling his knife. His hands moving mechanically as he did his daily upkeep. He then thought about what the King said. Michael wandered what type of jobs the King would have for him. Probably something to do with killing, which made him settle down a bit. At least it was something he was familiar with. Next, he thought about watching Jules touch herself while looking at his pulsing cock. Well, in his dream anyway. He could remember every little detail about it. He could easily picture her face in his mind. Which really said a lot, since he suffered from amnesia. She was so solid. Like a foundation for his shifting life. 'Woah! That makes a lot of sense.' Mike thought, ' She is the foundation for my shifting life.' He repeated this in his mind several times. Part of him thought it was kind of silly, since he didn't really know her that well, but it felt perfect to be in love for the first time. He felt like he would do anything just to touch her hand or be in her presence. His stomach had butterflies dancing around and fluttering against his nerves. He really hoped they would be together forever. He could take her west. He could build the sturdiest fortress just for them, even earthquakes wouldn't shift the foundation. He would set up a system to keep them supplied for the rest of their happy lives, to somehow, have fresh food and water on the table everyday. He would do it all for her. A knock at the door disturbed his thoughts. A soft voice, muffled by the door, said, "Hey Mikey, I brought you breakfast!". Michael's ears perked at the sound of the feminine voice. He rushed over and opened the door. Julia was wearing another sun dress that complimented her shape. It resembled the sky on a partially cloudy day. Some deep blues, covered a smoky, white cloud. The white contrasted with her perfectly tanned skin. Her hair had one braid running through it. Her eyes looked bright and energetic. One of her beautiful legs jittered, like she might have had too much coffee. 'That or she is just excited to see me.' Mike hoped it was the latter. Her cheeks turned a little red when she looked at his muscular chest. Her eyes took in the bulges of muscle that were threaded with veins. She looked down further and saw the startling tattoo on his arm. She managed to say, "I'm so sorry to have interrupted you. I just thought you might be hungry and well, the King told me he wanted you up and early so he could talk to you more about your payment for staying here." Michael wasn't really sure what she was embarrassed about until he looked down at himself and saw he was only in his boxers. He stuttered, "I, uh, was just; I just woke up." The two didn't make eye contact and stood awkwardly waiting for someone or something to save them from this encounter. Mike finally mustered enough courage to say, "You look very pretty in that dress. I mean you would look amazing in anything really! You are kind and sweet and..." Mike shut his mouth because he realized he was babbling. Julia smiled one of her heart stopping smiles and said, "Aww, thanks. And you are very handsome, in a rugged sort of way." He stood there quietly because he wasn't sure if that was a complement or not. "Sorry, I meant that you are very pretty too." She corrected herself. Mike knitted his brows, trying to think if she was making fun of him. He took the plate and cup that she had been holding and mumbled something that sounded like 'Thanks'. He closed the door and went over to his bed to eat. He looked down at the plate that was mainly composed of fruit and salted meat, such as jerky. He looked inside the cup and saw a translucent fluid that looked orange. He tasted it and it was very rejuvenating and gave him a little energy. He quickly ate the meal and got dressed. *** "I'm so stupid!" Julia said to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. "You don't have to tell me, I already know, sweety." A gruff feminine voice said rudely. Julia knew the owner of the voice. Anna was one of the older workers for the King. She was usually around the hotel, bossing people around. Everyone else thought she was bit of a bitch but Julia had grown to like her. They had been friends for quite awhile. "Shut your whore mouth Anna." Julia said jokingly. She was slightly agitated because she wanted to think about Michael. "What's the matter? Did you not get the new guy to fuck you in the ass?" Anna said back in a ridiculous tone. Anna was in her 40's but still acted Julia's age. Julia thought that Anna never grew up, because she never had any kids. "None of your business, slut." Julia responded. "Well, that's the last time I will try to help you." Anna said sarcastically. "No it isn't." Julia said with a smile. She walked over to clean the dished. She usually had a lot of time to think when she was doing chores. 'I pretty much screwed up her only chance at knowing Michael.' Julia thought. 'I've lived around other people my whole life and I couldn't talk to the guy I like.' After her chores, she walked to the workers quarters, which were consist of several not so nice rooms down a poorly lit hallway. Julia's room was the farthest door on the right. She unlocked the door, as she had several times before. She walked to her bed and collapsed with a sigh. She usually kept her room pretty clean, but recently, some trash and clothes found a way to scatter here and there. She took off her flats and rubbed her aching feet. This made her groan in relief. 'If only I could have someone else do this for me.' She said to herself. Which lead her to thinking of Michael, with his shirt off, massaging her legs. She slowly moved her hands up her soft flawless legs. Imagining that Mike was doing it got her to relax. His firm, callused hands slowly rubbing out all her discomforts. Julia's mind drifted to when they met that morning. How he had opened the doors and stood there almost naked in front of her. She wondered if he intentionally tried to get that muscular or if it was just from living in the wild. He had broad arms and shoulders which were balanced out by his muscular thighs and calves. His mid section was solid and he had washboard abs perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body. He must have weighed quite a lot because of how much muscle mass he had. She dreamt of him, effortlessly picking her up as if she weighed nothing, carrying her to his bed. Softly laying her down and expertly pleasing her while she pleased him. He would want her to get off before he did because he acted with selflessness. He would take care of her and wouldn't let her be harmed in any way. He was perfect for her in every way. He was so beautiful; his hardened features seemed to soften when he looked at her. His beautiful eyes would get big when she would laugh or talk to him. They were more precious and valuable than any rare gem. Her next favorite, was his smile. It was small and pleasant, and made her forget how to breathe. His teeth were perfectly straight, and his lips were extremely kissable. On his bottom lip, he had a little scar running across it diagonally. Next, was his nose, which was strong, straight and defined. It caused him to look watchful and determined. She didn't notice that her hands had drifted down to her thighs and were dangerously close to brushing over her snatch. She wanted to talk to him right now. She wanted to be with him the whole day, but knew it would be several days before she would see him again. She sighed once more and slid both her hands down her pants and continued to think of Mikey. *** After Mike was finished with his breakfast, a servant fetched him for the King. Michael was led back to the room where he first met the King. When the doors opened the King, and some of his armed guards, stood in the room in silence. "Come closer, my friend." The King demanded. "I have arranged a little test to gauge your potential. Hopefully, you left your weapons in your room." "Yeah, thought it wouldn't be that smart approaching a king while armed." Michael stated. "Well, you thought correctly. First, I want you to change out of that manky outfit. It smells terrible but don't worry, I think I may have something your size." With that the King waved his hand and a servant opened the door on cue and led him to what must have been the King's bathroom. It was modern and smelt of soap. It had a shower with a gold frame that supported two glass doors. The countertop was made of quarts and had a gold trim. On the opposite side of the shower was an giant antique mirror, which was the only object that stood out. Michael looked at the mirror for awhile. He joked to himself, 'Just in case you want to check yourself out when you are showering.' The servant then handed him a small pile of clothes and walked out the door. Mike closed the door and set the clothes on the sink. The clothes were simple and made of tough materials. Both were a light shade of vanilla. The shirt was long sleeved and had buttons running down one third of the length. He quickly changed into them and found it very comfortable. He walked back into the King's room and the old man said, "Ahh, there we are. You look a lot better. Now, please stand in the middle of the room. Three of my best men will surround you. Defend yourself!" The King yelled. With that they rushed Mike with their fists up. The man in front of him was the first to go down. Michael met him half way and did a quick knee stomp. The man grunted in pain and knelt on the floor. Michael grabbed the man's arm and swung it over his shoulder, so the man was on Mike's back. Mike squatted down and straightened up with lightning speed causing the poor guy's arm to dislocate. The second and third men were on him immediately. One of them tried to land a kick on Mike's chest but he caught the foot and lunged forward, sending the man sprawling. He rushed over to where the man landed and gave a few violent kicks to the guy's head. The last attacker backed off and shifted his weight so he was in a defensive stance. Mike swung his fists and boxed the guy's ears. The move was pretty cheap but it gave him an edge. The man responded with upper cuts to Michael's diaphragm, which caught Mike off guard. Any untrained man would have been all but dazed by Michael's move but this guy was tough as nails. The attacker stepped back a couple steps for Mike to recover. Which revealed, that this guy was probably disciplined. Mike personally, liked to be defensive in a situation like this. It seemed like he was trained for defensive fighting, but he couldn't recall much. Michael lowered his stance, charged, and slammed into the last guy. Mike drove the guy to the ground and scrambled behind him. He put the guy into a sleeper hold and slowly tightened his grip. After a few minutes he let go of his victim and laid him gently on the ground. He checked the guy's throat to see if there was any obvious damage. He felt bad for the guy since he was a better fighter than the other two. "Well done, chap. Well done. Those were the best of the best. Maybe you could train them!" The Ruler jokingly said. "Sir, I would, except I can't remember how I was trained. I suffer from amnesia." Mike said "It's more of relying on instincts than remembering how to do certain moves." The old man laughed thinking it was a joke but Mike just starred at him for a couple moments. "Oh, I see. That's a bit of a problem, isn't it?" He said. "Anyway, I will give you a week to know your way around the city and to socialize with it's people." "Thank you, Sir. That means a lot to me, aaannd I guess I will see you next week." Mike responded. Michael then went for the door and stopped before he opened it. "Where could I find one of your servants? She goes by the name of Julia." He said to the King. The Ruler raised his hand and said, "Show him to the Worker Quarters." He looked at Mike and gave him a small wink. The servant lead Mike back toward his room, except she went pass his door. She hung a left at the end of the hall and Mike could easily see how much the conditions worsened. There was mold growing along side the walls and most of the lights in the hall were smashed or burnt out. "Wow, he definitely takes care of his servants well." Mike said. He was totally astounded by it. The King seemed rather polite. To him at least. "Would you treat us differently if you had that much power?" The servant asked sarcastically. "Good point. But how much power does he hold?" "His kingdom stretches for miles. He has walls running along his border. He has brought the people safety but he has set up a monarchy. The people's opinions don't matter." The servant answered him. Michael responded with a, "Hmm." He would have said more but he didn't know how to run a kingdom, nor did he plan to. "You must be Mike. I know Jules quite well. I'm Anna." Anna said. "Oh, nice to meet you Anna" Mike said politely. Well, Julia should be in there." She said while she pointed towards the door at the end of the hall. "Thank you so much!" Mike said, as even the thought of seeing her got him worked up. Michael walked to the door and looked behind him because he didn't hear Anna walk away. He saw her leaning up against the wall, and she didn't look like she was going to move. Mike looked back at the door and cleared his throat nervously. Mike knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked once again, still nothing. Anna said from her spot by the wall, "Just open the door." He kind of regretted doing it. Kind of. But he opened the door and stepped inside. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he saw Julia sitting on her bed with only her bra on and she was midway into pulling up her pants. Even from a couple feet away, Mike could see that Julia was drenched in sweat. They both starred at each other with surprise. He could hear her breathing heavily. He couldn't think of what she was just doing. Sit ups? Fallout Ch. 02 Mike blushed a little and said, "I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you say anything when I knocked!" "So you barge in? What's the matter with you?" She said angrily. "Look, I just wanted to talk to you." Mike said sadly. "I have the next week off, so if you want to show me around, I will be in my room." "I don't want to anymore!" She retorted. Mike didn't know what to do so he just stepped back and turned around. As he passed by Anna he said quietly, "I'll be in my room all week." Mike slowly walked back to his room, opened the door, and sat down in the small recliner in the corner. He felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn't of listened to Anna. He was just so anxious to see her again. *** Julia's heart was still racing after a few minutes. She was extremely angry and wanted to shout at everyone. Why was she so mad? She didn't want a reason because she was filled with rage. Maybe because she didn't want Michael to see her like that! Or maybe because she was in the act of doing something forbidden while thinking of him. She was so embarrassed that she had exploded on him. It all happened way too fast. It took a few more minutes for her to finally calm down. She starred at Anna, still a little aggravated. Anna finally said, "I'm sorry. I told him to go ahead and go in your room. I didn't think you would be...Uh..." "Masturbating to him?" Julia said, criticizing herself. She hated herself for doing it. She didn't even reach an orgasm before Mike entered her room. She stopped fingering her wet cunt when she heard the first knock. Maybe that's why she was so mad, she didn't get off and someone had interrupted her which made her cranky. "Um... Yeah, do you want me to talk to him?" Anna said. "As long as you don't say what I was doing." Julia responded. "Sure, I'll just say you were doing push ups half naked." Anna joked. Julia wasn't too troubled to smile at Anna's jokes, which was a good sign. Anna walked quickly to Mike's room and knocked hastily on his door. She stood there for awhile, impatiently. 'Oh gods! Please answer!' Anna thought. Michael just sat there polishing his knife. He wasn't sure why he was so sad or offended by what just happened. Probably because he just got the shit rejected out of him by the woman he fell in love with. He knew Anna was going to try to talk to him but he still wouldn't answer the door. He felt a lot of new feelings during his short stay here but this was a new one. He wanted Anna to deliver bad news. He wanted Julia to be sad because she yelled at him. It might have been his fault for making a mistake but he didn't deserve what she was putting him through. 'Did your balls fall off or are you letting something so insignificant effect your feelings' said one side of his mind. 'You are like a twelve year old girl. You get worked up over little shit.' 'Yeah. Well, life used to be simple. I see a bad guy and I kill him. Now, all these emotions rush into me. I didn't need to be social when I was slitting throats. I lived on basic feelings; fear and hatred. So cut me some slack, I don't need you yelling at me!' The other side argued. Mike moved over to the barred window, which had a large crack running down the middle of it. He was tired being at war with himself and started to watch the citizens scurry around the dirty, corroded, asphalt streets. They all seemed like they had a specific job, one was carrying buckets of water sloshing around, while another person would be sweeping off the front porch of a shop. Michael realized how everyone was wearing some sort of eye protection. The strong gusts of dry air would blow dirt and smoke relentlessly into every nook and cranny. He had to dump out all the dirt and sand that managed to get inside his boots yesterday. He focused on how the dust would swirl whenever a supply cart would go whizzing by. His gaze would follow the whisps of smoke until it disappeared high above the city. Still looking at the sky, Mike noticed the orangish shade of the sky. He couldn't believe it was already late evening. Michael reasoned 'After all, the days are getting shorter.' Anna knocked for the last time on his door. After several times, she realized that she wasn't getting anywhere. Mike sat down on the ground and stuck his legs, that were bent at the knees, up into the air. He started to bring his torso up and touch his legs, and so his bedtime crunches began. He often found himself losing track after 100 of the them. When his abs tightened up and his diaphragm was labored and in pain, Mike would stop and just lay on the ground peacefully. 'What a fucking baby!' Anna muttered angrily as she headed back to tell Julia the news. 'Well, he's lived in solidarity for most of his life. He's suffering from amnesia and well, I guess he hasn't talked to a lot of girls out in the wild. He must be very gentle even though he's a fighter. That big softy.' Anna thought while she walked. Anna walked into Julia's room to see her anxiously waiting by the door. "He didn't answer the door. I knocked until my knuckles were sore." Anna tried to defend herself but saw that Julia was too upset. Julia sat down on the ground and started to pout. She held her head in her hands and smelled something musky. She smelled the two fingers that had given her pleasure and sighed angrily. Her fingers still smelled like her pussy, which mocked her further more. She had the worst luck in the world. Fallout Ch. 03 *** The next two days seemed to be the longest for Julia. The upkeep of the hotel had her on her feet most of the 48 hours. She was weary and tired both physically and mentally. The servant would fall onto her bed around midnight, tired and sweaty. There, in her small and cramped room, she would try to calm down the emotions that were boiling up. Julia could feel the tension, if she waited another day she would explode. She needed an outlet... "Hey babe, how are you feeling?" Anna asked when she pushed open the door. "I could scream. I need a break from being the King's maid." Julia said with he face pressed up against her pillow. "I know, hun." She said it with a concerned tone in her voice, "It can be hard sometimes, but we need to be strong." "Why can't we just leave?" Julia could even hear her whiny tone. "The King doesn't care about anyone. He just fucks that whore behind his wife's back. Everyone knows it! I don't see why he got to be king..." "We can't just leave." Anna said while she walked over and sat next to Julia, "Because we are safe and we have food and water. We might not like the King but we need to repay him with our service." Julia looked over at the middle-aged woman. Julia wondered what she would do without her. Anna probably hated the King more than anyone else but she was very good at controlling her feelings. Anna might have been immature at times but she was very level headed and smart. She always had all the answers to Julia's questions. "Anna, I love you. I just feel so overwhelmed. I have all these feelings inside and I can't get rid of them." Julia said. She could say anything to Anna, she trusted her completely. "Well, we could start swimming on our free time. Exercise helps a lot for relieving stress." Anna said. A image popped into Julia's head, it was Anna wearing a skimpy bathing suit that couldn't hold up her large breasts. Julia could feel herself getting moist in between her legs. "Sure! That sounds great!" Julia replied excitedly. "How about tomorrow around 9?" "9... In the morning?" Julia said curiously. It was a silly question because their chores started well before 9 a.m. "No stupid, in the evening. That way it will feel a lot better!" Anna said as she ran her hands through her blonde hair. She then stood up and walked to the door, anxious to go to bed. The long days had taken a tool on her too. "Thanks Anna." Julia said before Anna left. "Could you possibly go talk to Mike and see if he and I could meet up together some day?" "Sure, honey." She replied with a yawn. *** Mike didn't do much for the next two days. He did, however, learn that there was a shooting range and spent most of his time there. One of the soldiers he combated in the King's room paid him a visit and told him that he would show him if Mike would teach him how to fight. The soldier stood roughly at 5'10 and was lean and muscular. The man had dark, red hair that matched his goatee. The man said his name was Charles Allen and that he was the last man that Michael had fought. Mike, being anxious to make a new friend, promised to teach him everything he knew if Charles took him to the range. It was sort of far away and it took him nearly thirty minutes to walk there. At the actual range there wasn't much to see. There were cinder blocks stacked up about three feet high with sand bags on top of it. There were pieces of rubble that soldiers were sitting on so they could rest their rifles on the sand bags. Downrange, Mike could see pieces of rusted metal hanging on a wire. On the pieces of metal, there were three circles spray painted onto it, each circle getting smaller until the bullseye. Charles said, "Here, you might want to put these on." With that he handed Mike a pair of ear buds that looked surprisingly clean. Charles then asked if he could walk back to the hotel by himself. Mike said yes and the red headed soldier left for the barracks. On the next day, one of the male servants gave Michael some swim trunks and said it was a gift from the King. 'I don't like it.' Mike thought, 'I really don't want this old fuck to give me anything.' But regardless Mike went swimming that day and he was terrible at it. He would try to flail his limbs to keep him afloat in the deep end but would fail. He did have large lung capacity though, which enabled him to stay down in the water. He might need someone to teach him how to swim... He got out of the pool dripping wet, dried off, and got dressed. He then headed off for the smithy. He made a quick stop to get his pack that contained the extra scraps of metal. He walked across the dusty streets that were covered with more sand than usual. He pressed his hand against the shemagh wrapped tightly around his face. He didn't notice right away but there was a massive sand storm far off to the West. It was a giant column of sand that stood higher than the skyscrapers. Mike was more than glad that it wasn't anywhere close to the city but it still made the weather rather gusty. He walked up to the homemade shack composed of metal plates and wood. The top of the shack was made up of two large pieces of tin that were wielded together. At the side of the hut, there were several rows of fire bricks and smooth stones that housed the forge's fire. An older man with a long, grayish beard pumped air into the fire. Mike could feel the blaze become hotter from where he was standing. "So you are heating up the forge just for me?" Mike said with a slight grin. "Ahh, you bet! You are one of my favorite customers, and well, the only one who knows something about metal other than me." The smith said. Mike chuckled and said, " I got some good shit for yah!" "You always do Mikey!" "I found it inside the factory over yonder. I picked up a few pieces of scrap. It looked like decent quality stuff." Mike said. Mike pulled off his pack and took out the pieces. He showed them to the blacksmith and asked, " What do you make of it? Is it enough to make a sword out of?" "You said you found this at the factory!?" "Yeah... Why? What's up?" Mike said with curiosity. "These are composed of a newer alloy that they made before the fall. It has the hardness of diamonds. Instead of carbon mixed with iron... They mixed it with umm... Hell what was it?" The smith was stuck in thought but then shook his head. "Well fuck. I had it on the tip of my tongue, Mike! Anyway it was a new natural element. Its almost indestructible!" He continued. "Could you melt it?" Mike asked. "Yes! I can! It has the same melting point as steel. Quite magnificent isn't it. I will make you a sword if you take me to that factory of yours." Smithy said. "Deal, my old friend. Deal." Mike said in a happy tone. "Here are the measurements and blue prints of the sword." Mike had drawn a sketch earlier that day with the hotel's pen and paper. "Ahh this looks nice! It has a perfect curve in the blade and the ratio of handle to blade is almost golden. Didn't know you were a blade smith..." He said. "Yeah... Neither did I." Mike said with a smile and walked away from the forge. He wasn't sure what the King would allow him to carry when he was out doing "chores", but he sure hoped a sword would pass. By the time he got to his room he was very sleepy. He looked at the clock and it said it was only 7: 30. He closed his eyes anyways and drifted off to sleep. *** The next day he woke up in the same usual manor. He would jump out of bed and almost shoot the door. He got dressed quickly and gathered all of his traveling gear. He made sure he had his gun and knife on his belt. He walked to the commons of the hotel to grab some fresh fruit. Since he wanted to go to the factory early he grabbed two apples and ran for the forge. He got there to find the old man already equipped with a pack and a mean looking spear. With a nod, the smith led the way to the city's gates. Once the gate was opened slightly, the two men walked down the street. Mike remembered where the door to the factory was and drew his revolver. He cautiously walked into the factory and led the old smith to the conveyor belt. The old man's eyes got wide as he saw the abundance of the strong metal. He was about to say something when Mike help up his finger up to his own lips. The smith heard it. There was heavy breathing coming from the other side of the conveyor belt. Mike grabbed the spear from the blacksmith's hand and stealthily walked to the source of the snoring. Mike saw the filthy body's chest rise and fall. Without a second thought, Mike plunged the spear into the body over and over again. The person tried to scream but was silenced when the spear landed into the victim's skull. It must have been gruesome because Mike could hear the smith's vomit splatter against the floor while he was pulling the spear free from the corpse's head. It all happened in a matter of seconds and didn't bother Michael at all to think he was taking another life. "Are you okay?" Mike asked. "Yeah, just something I ate." The smith answered, "Let's grab a few pieces and head back. Make sure you don't tell anyone about this, OK?" "Sure." Mike agreed, he knew this stuff could be rather dangerous if it was in the wrong hands. With a deep breath, the blacksmith started to gather several large pieces and put it into Mike's pack. "You can keep the spear, kid." The smithy said frowning at the bits of brain matter stuck to it. "I never liked it that much." Mike smiled then readjusted the backpack, the weight was a little uncomfortable. They started to walk back. *** It was around midnight when Mike finally returned to his comfy room. He had worked with the blacksmith for several hours. It was a nice visit. The smith finally told Mike his real name, which was Alex. The smith seemed to be a loner, but he really liked Mike working with him. Michael remembered when Alex said, "You know, I hate having to talk to people. Call me an asshole, but its like everyone hear doesn't question being ruled by a giant fuck!" Mike had replied "It might be because everyone is scared of what's outside the gates. They can easily accept a terrible king since they would never think about venturing outside. That's why you respect me... Because I have been living in the wild my whole life." Alex just said, " Ehh... Its more than that, kid" *** Mike looked down at his new, white, cotton clothes that the King had given Michael in his room. They were now caked with blood and ashes from the fire. He, himself, was covered with ashes and smelled like burning wood and metal. Michael scratched his beard, only to find out that the edges were singed. "Oh, great." He said to himself. He got undressed and set his clothes next to the door so he could wash them later. He then walked to the shower and was about to open the sliding door when he heard a knock. "Who is it!?" Mike yelled from the bathroom. "Uh, just me." Anna said, "Your second favorite servant." Mike wrapped one of the many towels he had in the bathroom around his waist and ran to answer the door. He tripped over his own legs and fell down hitting his head on something. Mike's eyes clamped shut and he lost consciousness. *** He woke up and rubbed his head, his vision was a little blurry but he wasn't hurt. He cursed at his clumsy legs, got up, and limped over to the door. It seemed like he was only passed out for a couple of seconds... "You might have been promoted to first favorite." He said, jokingly. He opened the door to find the lovely 40 year old leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, they were underneath her breasts which made them look a lot bigger. "Yeah, sure. I know how you look at her." Anna said with a smirk, " And your starting to give me the same look, so stop." Mike laughed and said, "Make me!" She then pushed Mike back further into the room. She slowly walked in and shut the door. She walked up to Mike and they were face to face. Mike could feel Anna's tits pressing up against his ribs. He could feel a little jump in his towel. She slowly wrapped her arms around Mike and brought her face closer to his so there were only a few inches in between them. Anna stared into Mike's eyes with amazement at the color of them. She finally said, "Oh, I will." With that she pulled Mike closer and kissed him. Mike could feel his heart racing and his stomach felt like it would explode and let out one thousand angry butterflies. Anna pressed her lips harder to Mike's and let out a soft moan. She pulled back and gasped for breath. Mike did the same and he thought he saw stars dancing around in his eyes. "Woah!" Mike said. Anna laughed at Michael's silly expression and said, "I might have to deal with that little problem." She looked down to the towel. Mike followed her gaze and saw that his erection was sticking out of his towel and was poking Anna in the stomach. Mike blushed and stuttered, "Oh, I'm uh, really sorry about that!" "You look very dirty." Anna noted, "Maybe we can take a shower together!" Mike's eyes widened and Anna laughed a little more and grabbed his hand. She led him to the bathroom, where she undid Mike's towel. It was her turn to be wide eyed. She smiled mischievously and with delight and said, "Undress me, Mikey" Mike stepped behind her and brushed her blonde hair to the side. He nibbled on her neck while his hands unbuttoned her shirt. Then he slid them down to unbuckle her pants and push them down. He pressed his erection against the small of Anna's back and heard her gasp. Michael stepped back and took off her shirt. Anna turned around and looked at him with her eyes still wide open. He could see that she wanted this as much as he did. Still making eye contact, she pulled down her panties then took of her bra. Mike's hand started on her waist and slowly slid up to one of Anna's perfect breasts. He pinched and tweaked her nipple and heard her coo with pleasure. She slid her hand down and grasped the great length of Michael's penis. "Ahh, babe. Let's get in the shower!" Anna said. The two stepped into the shower and turned on the water. They both jumped under the ice cold water and huddled together until the hot water finally kicked in. Anna, with her hand still around Michael's dick, started to pull on it. Mike groaned with pleasure. "You like that?" Anna said with an innocent look, "I bet you never jerked off before. Poor baby!" Mike didn't think he could get any harder but after Anna said that he must have been twice as hard. He moved his spare hand down to meet Anna's hairless peach. He looked down and saw that her vagina was completely bald. He started to rub it while his other hand pinched her nipple. "Oh that feels amazing!" He answered, "Did you shave this just for me?" "You know it, honey." She said while she looked down, "Now I want you to fuck me from behind. I will help guide your beautiful meat into my pussy, OK?" Mike wanted to be in her so bad. He replied, "OK, Anna." She smiled at him and turned around and pressed her hands against the wall of the shower. Mike could see the water run down Anna's back and onto her nicely shaped ass. He watched her reach back and felt Anna's hand pull him closer by his cock and lined up his penis so it was pressing up against her love hole. She then said, "Are you ready?" "More than you know." With that she slid his cock into her wet pussy. At that moment, Mike felt heaven. His senses became twice as strong, he could smell Anna's beautiful scent, he could feel the warm and slippery cave hold only the head of his penis. He brought his hands to Anna's waist and grab firmly. He slowly pushed his cock further into her pussy. He could hear Anna's groans crystal clear. He kept on pushing slowly until all of his cock was in her. He just stood there in shock. It was like he was bonded to her now and he wanted to make her feel as much pleasure as he did. "Feels so good!" Anna gasped, "Now start humping me!" Mike gladly obeyed her command, he slowly pulled out then pushed it back in with the same pace. He felt Anna's pussy clench down every time he pulled away and he would feel her hips bucking back to welcome him. He kept the same tempo until the horny 40 year old moaned, "Harder, Mikey! Harder." Once again he made her wish come true, he would slam his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. He drooled at the sight of Anna's toned as shake each time he pounded it. He watched the drops of water spring of her glorious ass as it slapped against his muscular thighs. Anna's back arched as she let out a loud whimper, "Aaauhh!" Michael couldn't hold back his cum any longer. She felt so soft and her talented pussy squeezed his dick at the right time. '! Bang! Bang!' Mike heard someone knocking at the door. Anna turned her head completely around and said, "Hey kid, open the door! We need to talk!" Mike stared at her in shock for a couple of seconds. Her head was looking straight at him but her body was facing the other way. Michael almost threw up because of the unnatural sight. Anna stood looking at him with a blank expression, her lifeless eyes piercing into Mike's. 'No.' Mike thought to himself, 'No this was real. There is no way... The knocking continued, "Bang! Bang!" "Don't make me kick down the door!" Anna said to him. Mike stepped away from her and his penis came out of Anna's vagina with a wet plop. He walked back slowly but slipped on the bar of soap. Michael fell for what seemed like forever. He could see the smoke curling off from the ceiling and his vision got blurrier. His last thought was, ' It was all a dream...' and darkness washed over him. *** "Kid, wake up!" Anna said as she slapped Mike's face kind of hard. Mike's eyes fluttered open and he saw Anna looming over him with a concerned look. The back of his head felt like it was split open so he brought his hand to see if there was any damage. His hand found that there was already a hand supporting his head. "You aren't bleeding." Anna said. "Where did you find me?" Mike asked. "In the bathroom. It looked like you might have slipped and hit your head on the sink." Anna answered. "Ouch!" Mike said he put his hand on top of what must have been Anna's. "What day is it?" "It's Wednesday, still." A voice said but it wasn't Anna's. Mike looked back and saw Julia sitting behind him. Most of his body was resting on her lap. Her spare hand playfully went through his hair. Mike wasn't sure why but she looked even more beautiful than before. "I knocked at the door and you asked who I was but never opened the door. So I picked the lock and found you on the floor. I ran back to get Julia because you would probably want to see her dazzling face when you woke up." Anna explained. "Oh... OK." Mike said still looking at Julia. "Well... I will leave you two kittens alone." Anna said while she got up and left for the door. "Oh and you must have had one hell of a dream" she added. Mike looked up at Julia with a confused look, "What did she mean by that?" He asked. "Nothing." She said quickly. Mike adjusted his weight so it was just his head laying on her lap. "This is quite comfortable." Julia smiled and started running her fingers through his hair again. She bit her lip, anticipating what could happen next. Mike saw that she was waiting for him to do something but wasn't sure what... "So do you wanna get some stuff?" He asked, his nervousness returning. "Stuff?" She asked, not giving him a break. "Yeah, I think. Like a date." He said. "Oh, I don't know." She said toying with him. " I think I might have to pass. You see, I met this really nice guy a couple days ago. He is really handsome and has these amazing eyes. I think he wanted me to show him around the city." Fallout Ch. 03 Mike grinned with excitement. "Oh, when are you guys going to do that?" Mike asked. "I think he said tomorrow around noon. Why?" Julia said with a serious face. She was pretty good at acting this out. Mike stopped grinning, matching her serious look and gazed into her soft eyes. The two stared at each other for awhile, then started to move their heads closer together. Their mouths were almost touching when Mike said, "I was just wandering." With that he scooted off Julia's lap and stood up, his legs shaking a little. He knew he just won the game when Julia sighed and looked at him with an agitated look. She got up, walked past Mike, and playfully smacked his butt. She giggled and sprinted out the door. Now it was Mike's turn to sigh. *** Next morning Mike woke up with his head having waves of pain, each one stronger than the last. He slowly rubbed where he hit his head and tried to blink away the pain. He struggled through his routine and was just about to leave when he saw the robe draped over the chair. He walked over and examined it. It was white with a gold trim and had his first name embroidered in gold script. He then put on the robe and noticed that there was a note attached to it. It said, 'To Mikey, so you don't have to walk around your room in nothing but a towel.' Mike chuckled and headed to the desk in the lobby. When he got to the lobby he asked the worker at the desk if they had any razors. "We sure do, please wait a minute." The female employee said. Mike looked around the empty room and brought his attention back to the clerk. She went back into one of the doors and searched through the closet. "Razors. Razors. Razors. Ahh here we are!" She said to herself. She turned back and walked over to Michael and said, "By the way, I think you look very handsome with a beard." "Oh... Thanks, I was just thinking about switching it up." He said as he took the plastic razor from her hand, "You know, trying something new." He grabbed one of the apples from a bowl they had on the desk and ran back to his room to start cleaning up his appearance. He tore off the saran wrap on the apple when he got to his door. He opened the door and took a few quick bites while he was walking towards the sink. He set the apple down on the marble countertop and checked out his reflection. The man staring back at him was wild looking and unkept. He turned on the hot water while he put a comb through his beard and hair. He tested the temperature of the water than splashed some onto his face. His right hand searched the drawers underneath the sink while the other hand dug into his pant pockets and pulled out the razor. He finally found the shaving cream in the lowest drawer and sprayed some into his hand and lathered it onto his beard. Next, he put the razor under the hot water then he began to shave. When he was done, he looked at his reflection and saw a totally different man. This one had a slightly better appearance but looked very serious. There was a diagonal white line that ran from his chin and stopped just below the nose. The scar matched up perfectly to the one on his lip. He frowned at the scar that must have been there for years, it made him look like he was always scowling. Last, he ran his hand through the mess of hair on top of his head. The bangs hung down past his eyebrows so he usually slicked it back, giving him a business look. He wet his hair and combed it back into its regular place. Now that he looked very clean cut, he smiled at his appearance and went to change into his recently washed clothes. Mike was done around 11:30 a.m. and started to feel unsteady. He never seemed to get nervous in the countless fights he got into... But now, it was a whole different ball game. This territory that he was placed in suddenly was strange and foreign. The exotic place where he had to talk with civilized persons. 'Men truly fear what they don't know.' Michael thought to himself. He slowed his breathing and closed his eyes, which made an attempt to control the butterflies that restlessly battered his stomach. When he was out on his own he use to meditate often. Every night he would always face the only entrance of his make shift shelter and try to clear his mind of all the worries and anxieties. He mentally created his safe spot inside his head. He could always go there when times were tough. He stayed in his safe spot until he heard a knock at his door. He looked at the device attached to his left forearm. It read 11:50, so Julia must have been early. Just before he opened the door the butterflies sucker punched his stomach and he felt even more nervous than before. He slowly opened the door to see Julia leaning against the doorframe with one of her arms rubbing the other unsteadily. ' At least I'm not the only one who is nervous.' Michael thought. She looked up at Michael with wide eyes and said, "Who are you?!" He rubbed his naked face and said, "There's that much of a difference, eh?" Her face started to redden, "I don't mean this in a bad way, but yeah there is!" She continued, "You look more handsome this way though!" Michael smiled at Julia's enthusiasm. He looked at her up and down and she looked about the same except she wore faded jeans that fit rather tightly and a red and blue flannel shirt. The clothes were rather flattering on her. Her expression changed when she saw Mike checking her out. It was one of uncertainty and worry. He finally said, "Thank you, Julia. You look beautiful as always." Her eyes got a little bigger and were a little moist. It wasn't because of the comment itself but it was because of his honesty. She knew he meant every word that he said. She cleared her throat and said, "So, are you ready to go?" He smiled once more and said, " Yeah, if you are." She smiled and walked him down the halls and into the lobby. She waved at the employee that was sitting at the desk. They must have been friends because the other one shouted, "You finally got a date!" Julia just responded by flicking her off. Before the couple stepped outside, Julia put on a pair of sunglasses while Mike wrapped the thick scarf around his face. Julia walked in front of Mike, which he was glad about. He would watch her ass bounce as she guided him down the corroded asphalt. She would point at a building and say what it was used for and who works there but Michael was zoned out. He looked around oblivious to what she was talking about and noticed how many people were staring at him. After she finished explaining how the two-story, brick house was used for a hospital Mike asked, "How many outsiders do you guys get?" She looked back at the handsome man who was nervously looking at the crowd of onlookers. She grabbed his hand and pulled him further down the road. She finally said, "You are the first to walk in the streets, Michael." Michael responded with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure if it was about her statement or the fact that they were holding hands. He could feel his nerves go crazy all the way up his arm. Just the simple touch of Julia made him more energized and awake. "Well, the king usually... Um, he usually kills anyone who tries to get in." Julia said in a hushed tone. Michael looked at her for moment, unable to see the look in her eye. He walked a little faster, still holding Julia's hand even though he had no clue were he was going. "I must be lucky." He said. "They say people judge others by their looks and well you look pretty dangerous. I think the King is afraid of you." Julia said joyfully. "You are glad that the King fears me?" He asked rhetorically and started to ramble, "Fear makes people uncomfortable. People get wrapped up in wanting to understand, because then you know what the problem is or what you are facing. I'm afraid that the King will do something irrational..." "Anyone can see that he will try to use you." She said as she gripped his hand firmly. They walked in silence as they turned right onto a street that was surprisingly in good shape. Sand had gathered at the edges of the road, and from the sand there was scarce vegetation. Every once in awhile, there would be a group of weeds and sometimes a wild flower protruding the pile of sand. "Ah, you might need to know where this building is, Mikey." Julia said as she pointed out at a small but very wide building. It had concrete walls and very few windows. The few windows that it had were covered by steel bars. It had a wooden door that looked like it was reinforced by metal. All together, the building looked more like a bunker. "That's the military headquarters. The two buildings next to it are the barracks. I doubt the King will make you move into there but just in case." She continued. Mike nodded in silence. Next to the bunker were two apartment buildings made out of brick that stood several stories high. The front sides looked like they had caught fire a few years ago and some of the bricks were missing. The couple walked a few yards when Mike heard a lady yell, "Hey big guy, do you want some entertainment?" Michael looked over to the other side of the street to see a woman wearing a torn up dress. She had long, blonde, tangled hair and she was wearing high-heeled boots. Michael thought she looked pretty in a whorish kind of way. 'That's probably what she is' he concluded Julia just leaned over and whispered into Mike's ear, "That's the penthouse, most of the soldiers go there on their free time. Just ignore her and keep walking." "Don't worry honey, you can watch if you have the money!" The hooker said with a laugh. Mike could see Julia's cheeks getting redder and she started to walk at a faster pace. As they passed the prostitute, the woman laughed obnoxiously loud. Julia kept her fast pace until they saw a field. It had giant trees that were towering but also had new saplings organized in rows. The grass was unkept and went up to Mike's shins. Julia slowly walked across the field and stopped under an old oak tree. She motioned for Michael to come over. Mike said while he walked, "What is this place?" "The elders said it was once called Central Park but they renamed it the Garden of Eden. I don't know what they mean by it..." She answered. "The Garden of Eden was the first paradise. Man was created there but fell due to temptation." He explained, then rubbed his head. "How did you know that?" Julia said astonished. Mike paused for a moment then said, "I have no clue..." Julia could tell how much anguish Mike was in just trying to remember. "Wait here." She said. She jumped and grabbed onto one of the lower branches and pulled herself up. Mike watched Julia climb the tree with amazement, she was more athletic than Michael thought. He made note of that. He heard some leaves rustling and watched a few fall down. "Heads up!" She said as she dropped the woven basket down to Michael. Mike's reflexes kicked in and he caught the basket. It had a wool blanket that was folded up covering the contents of the picnic basket. Julia jumped down from the tree and landed with ease. "What's this?" Mike questioned. Julia said gleefully, "Lunch!" She took the blanket from Mike, unfolded it, and set it neatly on the ground. She grabbed the basket next and set it in the middle of the blanket. She sat down cross-legged and Mike followed her example. "Hey Mike?" Julia said as she distributed the plates and food. The meal was composed of mostly fruit but also had vegetables and bread. She finally pulled out a canteen of fresh water. Mike looked up at noticed that Julia looked concerned. He said with curiosity, "What's wrong, Julia?" "You are a good person and I'd doubt that you would do this but..." She said hesitantly, "Don't hang out with the soldiers. I mean some of them are good but most of them are jerks. Its your choice but don't go near the stripper... uh, club. There is a lot of disease because of it." Mike thought that she was still bothered by the whore that called to them on the streets. Mike said, still making eye contact, "Well you have nothing to worry about. I wouldn't want to spend my money on dirty prostitutes for some dirty excuse of love. I try not to be tempted by any pleasures." 'Wow I sound like some priest' Michael thought to himself, "... Wait... What's a priest again?' "So are you against sex?" She said in a tone Michael couldn't recognize. "Only if it is meaningless, I suppose." Mike was wondering why they were talking about this. He looked down at his food, uncomfortable because of the subject. He started to eat his lunch when Julia said gleefully, "Good!" Mike stopped and looked up. 'What does that mean?' He thought. He decided to let it pass and finished his meal. "Thanks for the food, Julia. It was good." Mike said sophisticatedly. Before she could respond Mike saw two men crossing the road and heading towards the couple. Mike stood and looked directly at them, the two men looked away but still continued to walk towards them. Michael could make out that one was holding something rather dangerous looking. Mike said with a steely tone, "Climb into the tree, Julia." Julia followed his gaze then quickly jumped up the tree while the two men were still looking away. Michael covered up the left over food and sat on the ground. He closed his eyes and meditated on the sound of the couple walking in the grass. He could hear the crunching of the dry grass and the clinking of metal against metal. As the crunches of their steps got louder and closer Mike heard one say, "Hey hustler!" Mike's eyes snapped open and looked at the man who just spoke. Mike could only describe this guy with one word. Big. The man was bald and wore a sleeveless T-shirt with black jeans that were scratched up. He had a large tangled beard. The other man spoke, "I could of swore that there was a woman with yah. What happened to her?" Mike slowly looked over at him and held his gaze. This man was the opposite of the first. He had unnaturally skinny limbs that were woven with veins that stuck out. He wore cargo shorts with a long sleeved shirt. Michael said coldly, "Your eyes deceive you. What is your business?" "Our business?" The skinny guy said with a laugh, "I don't know. What is our business, Doug?" The large guy, who must have been Doug, said with a smile "We find things of value." Mike looked back to Doug. "You don't happen to have anything that needs to be found, right?" Doug said while he starred at the device attached to Michael's arm. Michael was silent. He looked over at the skinny guy who was holding a dangerous looking knife behind his back. Mike slowly stood up. "Ah. So that's the way it has to be." Doug said. Doug pulled out a knife that matched the skinny guy's. Michael got into his fighting stance and put his arms up. This act made him look like a common boxer, the two men smiled at how easy this was going to be. They both ran at him yelling and waving knives in the air. Mike rolled in between the two and grabbed the skinny man's arm that was holding the knife and swung at Doug. It cut the big guy severely in the chest and blood poured out of the wound. Next, Mike easily overpowered the skinny guy and made him stab himself in the chest. The knife must have punctured the lung because the skinny guy coughed blood all over the side of Michael's face. He turned around just in time to block Doug's swing. Mike tried to punch the man but Doug caught his fist. Michael brought his forehead down on the big guy's nose. He could hear the bone snap and blood came out of Doug's nose like a waterfall. While he was still dazed, Mike walked behind him and put him in a sleeper hold. After a few seconds Doug was unconscious and slumped down to his knees. "Michael!" Julia said while she dropped down from the tree. She walked over to him and touched the side of his face that wasn't covered in blood, "Are you ok, honey?" "Turn away from me and leave. I must do something." He said coldly. Julia could tell he wasn't himself. She didn't move. "These men would kill for money. They deserve nothing but death." He explained. Julia thought it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than explain to her. Julia turned around but didn't walk anywhere. Mike walked over to the sleeping Doug and stood there gazing down at him with rage. He placed his foot on his head. Julia cringed when she heard Mike's foot bashing in Doug's skull. It first sounded like he was stomping on the ground but it later turned into a wet splashing noise. She heard him let out a heavy sigh and say, "Walk back to the hotel, I will be behind you. Don't look back, OK?" She obeyed and walked back to the hotel. She could hear his footsteps close behind her. She looked around at all the people who stopped and stared at the person following her. Mothers shielded their child's eyes and the soldiers frowned at Mike. She heard people murmur some remark about him. After several minutes of this Julia finally reached the hotel and went inside. She walked down the halls and unlocked his hotel room and stepped inside. "Don't look, I'm going into the bathroom to change my clothes." Mike said. She heard him walk quickly and shut the door. Mike took of his shoes and pants in disgust. He saw pieces of skull and brains on both items. He was a monster, sicker than any twisted cannibal. He had blood lust. He killed people because he liked it and he covered it with the excuse that his victims are bad people. Mike walked over to the toilet and puked up his lunch. "Mikey? Are you OK?" He heard Julia say. He threw up a little more and flushed the toilet. He looked in the mirror and saw the sadistic murderer stare back at him. A couple strands of hair were hanging down from the rest of his slicked back hair. He turned on the faucet and started to wash of the blood from his face. Afterwards he combed his hair back into place and pulled of his shirt to put on his robe. After a few minutes Mike came out of the bathroom to see Julia sitting on his bed with a worried look. She looked unsteady and shook up. "Sorry, Jules." He said. Julia stood up and walked over to him. She hugged him with all her strength and when she pulled away she looked deep into Michael's eyes. They were distant and cold, unwelcoming. His right eye was now a sick green while his gold eye had no luster to it. She had to do something, she knew that he would go crazy fighting himself over whatever was bothering him... Julia held the side of Michael's head and got up on her tippy toes. She angled her head and leaned in to kiss him. The couple's lips pressed against each others, they held it until they were out of breathe. She pulled away to see Michael slowly open his eyes, his bright, attentive eyes came back. He laughed a little but was stopped by Julia's kiss. They hugged once more then Julia said hesitantly, "I need to go." Mike nodded and let go of her. Julia walked over to the door while biting her lip. "I have to work tomorrow and over the weekend but we might be able to meet later in the day." Julia said. Michael nodded, "OK." Julia watched him become distant again. 'Maybe I could help him another time...' She thought. "Bye." She said and left the room. Mike walked over to the shower and turned it on. He stripped of his clothes, opened the sliding door, and sat down with the freezing water pouring on him. *** "Mike wake up! We have to go!" Said a familiar voice. Something roughly shook him awake. Mike struggled to open his eyes and saw several soldiers peering down at him. "Charles?" Mike hoarsely said. "Get him a uniform and give him a rifle, Allen!" The King yelled. Mike looked over to wear the King was standing. He was wearing his usual suit but there were soldiers standing all around him. Fallout Ch. 03 "What's going on?" Mike asked. "I'll explain later, buddy." The red headed soldier whispered, "first get up and put on these clothes." With that, Charles handed him an olive drab shirt with matching pants. Mike grabbed them and slipped them over his boxers. He stopped and thought how he got into bed. He didn't recall leaving the cold shower. Next, Charles gave him a pair of black leather boots. Mike quickly laced them, they were perfectly his size. Which seemed a little weird to him. "Lector!" Charles called out. "Sir?" Said one of the soldiers. "Give me your rifle and get another at the armory, OK?" "Yessir!" The soldier replied. He gave Charles an old, box-fed, bolt-action rifle and several magazines of ammunition. "Thanks, go ahead and get the King to HQ! We will be right behind you." Charles commanded. All the soldiers ran out, protecting the King who was scared shitless. Michael laughed a little and said, "You must be running the show! Even the King didn't protest!" "That's because he cares about the safety if his own hide rather than the ones of his people." Charles said. Mike nodded while he clipped on his holster and knife. He grabbed the clips of ammunition and stuffed them into the many pockets of his uniform. Lastly, he took the rifle from Charles and made sure there was one in the chamber. "OK. On me." Charles said and ran out the door. Mike ran out behind him and followed him down the halls of the hotel. Michael could see bullet holes in the windows, that worried him. 'Gods, hear me. Protect Julia.' He prayed. The two dangerous looking men ran around the corner and almost collided into someone. Mike noticed who it was. "Julia!" He shouted. Charles stopped and turned back to look at Mike. "Michael? Michael be safe, OK?" She pleaded with worry in her eyes. "Don't worry about me! Please hide in one of the rooms." Mike said with concern. He hoped she would listen to him. Julia nodded but didn't say anything. Mike took his revolver out of it's holster and handed it over to Julia. "Its loaded. All you have to do is pull the hammer back. I hope you don't have to use it. I will come back for you." Mike whispered to her. Charles was now at the door and said to Mike, "Mike we need to go..." Mike ran for the door and turned back to see Julia for what might be the last time. Anna ran down the steps and ushered Julia back up the stairs. Mike called out, "Anna make sure you keep an eye on my puppy!" With that, Charles and Michael busted out of the doors and ran to the headquarters. *** By the time they got there, the King was explaining to the generals about the situation. "Men, unknown insurgents have penetrated our defenses. The Western wall has collapsed and the enemy has been occupying that area for more than a couple hours. Our battle technicians have hypothesized that the enemy is large and is looking to overthrow the whole kingdom. This enemy is foreign and extremely mobile. In Major Kade's report it says, 'Within minutes of the explotion that decommissioned the fence, enemy troops had taken thirty percent of the buildings in the city.' I can tell you why it was that easy, men." The King paused when he saw Michael standing in the doorway. The King continued still making eye contact with Michael, "We... Are at a shortage of troops, but... The ones we do have are well trained... And!" Michael looked around and saw how psyched the men were getting, "we have the most dangerous man standing in our presence. The gods protect and bless this man. This man... is Michael Damik!" Everyone turned their attention towards Mike and started to applaud. Mike was silent and waved at everyone. "He and our beloved Major Allen will lead a strike team to combat these threats. We are now in Operation Scorpion. Men... We will not bet all our money on Michael. We have other counter-attack troops that will form a defensive line to control and contain the enemy." The King continued. He shifted his gaze over to Mike and Charles again, "Allen, hand pick some of our best and lead them to the West Sector. First! Take any Intel you can find on the enemy so we can determine who these guys are. Then, you can eliminate the threat." "Sir." Charles said lightly. The major looked over the room and called out some of the soldiers' names, "Lector, Haze, and... Baker! Gear up and follow me." *** Julia wished she could have kissed Michael good bye. Anna lead her up the stairs and into the King's room. There, several of the servants were holed up and chatting nervously. Julia had stuffed the revolver in her pants and covered the handle with her shirt. She could feel the cold metal pressing against her stomach. The two sat down in the corner of the room aside from the rest of the workers. Anna leaned over and whispered in Julia's ear, "He really cares about you doesn't he?" "Yeah." She said with a sigh. "Why did he call you his puppy?" Anna asked. "He says I have big, puppy eyes." She said with a smile. Anna giggled and said, "Oh, I kinda see it too!" Just then, three men walked into the room. Julia didn't recognize any of them because they were wearing hooded cloaks. The cloaks were made out of dark clothing that had a lot of tares in it. Each carried an old scratched up shotgun. They didn't say a word when they aimed the guns at the group of workers. 'Bang! Ba-bang!' The noise was so loud that Julia jumped, covered her eyes, and could hear her ears ringing. She reached down and grabbed the handle of the revolver, but Anna saw what she was doing and grabbed her hand. Anna was right, there were three of them... There was no way she could shoot them all without being shot back. 'But what would Michael do?' She thought. The three men walked over to the pile of the bloody, mangled corpses. Julia could hear one of them gulp loudly, another bent over like he was going to puke. The third man just walked around observing the room. The third man noticed the two servants huddled in the corner and drew his shotgun. He slowly put his finger on the trigger but never pulled it. He just stood there, aiming the gun at them. He called to the other two attackers, "The King isn't here... Let's go." The other two turned and ran out of the room. The third man lowered his gun and slowly walked out the door. 'Why did he spare us' Julia wondered. Anna stood up and helped Julia to her feet. The older woman said, "Don't look, honey. We don't need to see this." With that she shielded Julia's eyes as she led her out of the room. *** The strike team had made it to the Western wall in a matter of minutes. They were on top of a smaller building and were looking down as enemy troops marched through the streets. 'Snap, snap, snap!' One of the members were taking photos for reconnaissance. Michael leaned over and whispered in Major Allen's ear, "That's a lot of people... How do we know we are on the right side?" Some of the other team members looked at Charles like they had asked themselves the same question. "We don't. All we know is the mission. That's all we have to know." Charles plainly said. "You know soldiers can still have opinions. They can question orders. Otherwise you are just a tool, spineless and thoughtless." Michael said to Charles. "Who said I didn't have an opinion?" Charles retaliated. "Well no one but you can tell that the enemy force is much more sophisticated. Look at their weapons and formations. Look at their gear. What if your King is just some stubborn fool who doesn't want to give up his power." Mike reasoned. "Yeah, well, what if you are wrong?" The major asked. "What if these guys are going to murder innocent families just for resources?" Charles asked, making his point. "We don't know anything. I'm just planting an idea in your mind. I'm not saying we need to abandon your home right now. I'm saying we might need to and start somewhere else." Michael reasoned further. "What do you have in mind?" One of the soldiers said. His uniform had his name stitched into it. It read, 'Baker'. "Well, Baker... I was thinking about moving West." Mike said and flashed a smile. "What's out West?" Baker asked. "California..." Mike said. *** Thank you for reading! It certainly has been a very long time! I do apologize, friends, for making you wait so long. Comments are appreciated!