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[Silver]

Steel Rose

Tick. Wait... let the burning sensation fill your chest as your lungs ache for air. Tick. Steady, bring the lines of the crosshair down across thier chest. Tick. Hold perfectly still, and fire.

For that moment, the chatter of automatic weaponry, the crack of hunting rifles was silent, the thunderous report of a sniper rifle ringing in her ears, even as she brought her scope back down to see the raider raise his hands to the gaping wound in his ribs, dark arteriel blood bubbling onto his rough leather clothes. His knees gave out a moment later, leaving the mohawked bandit face down in his own blood. Another raider, running backwards and firing a ten millimeter pistol indescriminately tripped over the new cadaver, and Shadow promptly took his head off.

The heavy chop of blades echoed in the small valley as the first of three vertibirds came over the edge of the rocky cliffs. The whirr of it's gatling laser spurring up wasn't audible over the gunfire, but when the stiches of burning light etched the ground, the raiders scattered, a good few of them getting cut down, limbs tumbling into the dark recesses of the afternoon light. That left Shadow, and a few wasteland hunters, to face the Enclave soldiers that began to crop up over the enbankments.

The wastelanders scattered into the rocks, while Shadow who already had a vantage point that was quite like her namesake, only twisted around and fired a shot at the power-armoured soldiers who were skirmishing with the hunters, and winning. The Enclave troops were organized, trained, and armed with quality laser rifles, and they were trying to fight against them with hunting rifles, and a sniper. It really wasn't going to work out.

[Silver]

::Quintapentle? No idea. Fifth, anyway. Please note, that from here on out it will be following the storyline to a greater extent, and spoilers are likely.

The Beginning

He could feel it. Somewhere above him there was another beating heart, somewhere else didn't matter. He was warm and safe, there was a change, though. It wasn't still anymore, he was moving. The sides of his erstwhile home pressed against him, forcing him out. He struggled to stay, even now he could feel the icy cold on his tiny feet, but he had no chance. The comforting heartbeat was gone. The warmth replaced by a chill breeze and dull lighting. There was a babble of voices. They were talking about something... "You look just like your father..." He caught that line, and stared blearily at the fuzzy figure standing above him. "What do you think, of Sirus? It's a good name. Right, dear?" Something was wrong. The voices changed, urgent, worried. The trolley cart began to be rolled away by a different person...

One Year Later...

He did it, a moment of accomplistment. Standing. It was an amazing feeling, balancing on his feet, the little adjustments of his feet as they strained to keep up with him, to help him stay upright. This was a moment of greatness for him, he knew that the adults could stand, and dogs couldn't. It was important. He could too, now. Tottering forward, falling, then moving a foot ahead of him to catch the floor. He made a stumbling pace to his father, who called to him. He had his hair ruffled, "I'm going to be leaving you alone for a minute. Don't get into any trouble." His father left through the sliding door, that hissed int the cieling before closing back to the floor with another soft whish.

He looked about, this little room, and the hallways outside. That was the whole world, and he knew one day that it could be his. Tottering forward, he tumbled into the playpen gate, holding fiercely onto it, in order to keep his footing. Standing was all that mattered right now, he couldn't fall. The little gate swung open unexpectedly, and he fell over. Lying there, he struggled both mentally and physically. He couldn't have fallen, his dad never did. None of the adults did. He got onto his feet, an act of sheer will, and walked unsteadily to his toy box and sat down beside it. Sitting, that's what adults do. He hummed to himself, after a fashion, and picked up his SPECIAL book.

There were big block letters on every page, it was talking about the mind and bodies of people, and the categories that they fell into. He kept flipping the pages, giggling at the Vault Boy pictures. He reached the back of the book, and found a little abdicus, which he slid the beads about on, in a random manner, stopping when they looked nice. He threw the book down, and was trying to climb into the bin when his father returned.

"You are quite the little explorer, aren't you? Serves me right for trying to pen you in." His father picked up the discarded book, and placed it into the box, before closing the lid. "Come on over here, I want to show you something." He joined his father next to a little box, and a bright, reflective frame that was sealed over a little piece of paper. It had writing, but it was far less interesting than his colourful book. "See that? It was your mother's favorite passage. It's from the Bible, Revelations, 21:6. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give onto him that is athrist of the fountain of life freely."

He paused a moment. "She always loved that..." Sirus stared up at his father, who's face was silohetted by the bright lights that shone down from the ceiling. "Well, come on now. Let's go see your little friend." His father opened the door, and Sirus followed him out...

This post has been edited by Silver: Apr 5 2009, 06:41 PM