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Masterlist II

Works In Progress

Just a heads up I have decided to take a break from writing about bands. I most likely will eventually come back but I was in a slump and have decided that it would be best to change it up for a minute.

If you want tagged, let me know.

Fandoms that I’m taking a break from:

Metallica

Motley Crue

Guns N’ Roses

Fandoms that I’m writing or thinking about:

Fallout/The Ghoul

Chapter Three

Summary: Elaine fleeing her vault comes across a man and a possible savior

Masterlist || Two

Elaine was a day and a half away from the vault. She had veered off the road about five miles back and had found a new one. She was trying to only follow roads for a little distance and then go off the road and go through different paths. Elaine didn’t know where she was going, but she figured if she could get a good distance away, she wouldn’t be found. She came across a man banging on a drum. She didn’t look at him, but she knew he looked her way. Her eyes stared straight ahead of her, ignoring him hollering after her. She didn’t register what the man was saying until she felt a rough hand on her shoulder jerking her back.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you don’t just ignore me,” the man said. His breath smelled rotten, and he didn’t seem to know what personal space was.

“Let go of me,” she said, jerking back away from him. His hold only tightened.

“You look mighty fine, and it looks like you are all by your lonesome,” he said. “I need some help around the house, and something pretty to look at.”

Elaine wanted to gag. She just fled a vault because of that. “Leave me alone,” she said, glaring at the man in front of her.

“These wastelands are much too dangerous for you. And I can keep you safe. I’ll give you my house when I die. Even give you a few kids,” the man said. His breath stank of rotten meat, almost making Elaine puke right then.

There was a click of a gun. Elaine looked over to see a man with a cowboy hat and a dark trench coat. He looked up revealing his worn skin and lack of a nose. “Now, I believe the lady here was telling you no,” he said, a southern drawl hung in his words. “Let her go.”

The creep dropped his hold and lifted his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. Just didn’t want a pretty thing like her to be out here by herself,” he said. “Trying to give her a safe place to stay.”

“Well, she’s not,” the cowboy said. “She’s out here with me. And I don’t like my companions being harassed by freaks like you.”

“I ain’t no freak like you,” the man said.

The cowboy shot at the ground. “Now, I don’t care if you think you’re not a freak. This is going to end with me shooting you here and now or you are going to turn around and go back to wherever it is you come from. Do you understand me?” he asked, the southern accent thick in his words.

The man nodded and took off. He picked up his pace when the cowboy let off a shot.

Elaine stared at the man who came to her rescue. “Well, thank you,” she said.

“You ought to be more careful. There’s more like him out here,” he said, grabbing his bag. He turned on his heels and started to walk off.

Elaine watched him walk for a minute. Why did he come to save her? And she didn’t doubt that he was right. And she had nothing to protect herself like he seemed to. She tightened her hold on her bag and ran after him. “Hey, wait,” she called after him.

The cowboy didn’t slow down, not even looking back at her.

“Let’s make a deal,” she said. “You teach me how to shoot and fight, and I’ll pay you 250 caps.”

The cowboy stopped walking. He turned around, looking at her with a raised hairless eyebrow. “Do you even have a gun?”

“No, but I’m sure I can find one. Listen, I’m sure I’m a risk to have around, and I don’t know the first thing up here. But I can learn if I have someone to teach me. And I can pay,” she said.

The cowboy looked her over. “Sweetheart, you don’t want to hang around the likes of me,” he said.

“I don’t care how you look,” she retorted. “Please, I’ll help anyway I can.”

The cowboy looked her over again. “Fine, but you will do as I say without question. I will not wait for you; you either keep up or you are left behind, do you understand?”

Elaine nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said.

He cringed. “Don’t call me that,” he said.

“Then what should I call you?” she asked.

“The Ghoul, or if you must Ghoul,” he said.

“Well, nice to meet you, Ghoul. I’m Elaine,” she replied, holding out her hand. “I won’t pay you until you have completely trained me.”

“Deal,” he said, not bothering to shake her hand.

***

The Ghoul was still wondering what made him save his new shadow, but she was going to pay him to train her which was going to be easier said than done. She didn’t even have a gun to practice with. Though he was curious as to why she was out here. She had too pretty of skin to have grown up in the wasteland. She was a vaulter even though she wasn’t wearing a blue and yellow suit.

“Why are you called The Ghoul?” she asked. Curiosity always killed the cat, it seemed.

“Because that’s what I am,” he replied.

“But that’s not really a name,” she pointed out.

He glared over at her. “Sweetheart, it’s not nice to question me like that,” he said.

The girl sighed and shook her head. “Sorry,” she muttered.

The Ghoul didn’t reply. He didn’t care that much, and he just picked up his pace. He didn’t have the time to wait for her. He needed to get to Filly to get that scientist. If he had to teach a girl how to shoot, it would be on the way. Those caps she offered was a lot, and he could use it.

“So where are we heading?” Elaine asked.

“This way,” he replied. Knowing that it was every bit of a nonanswer.