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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-31-00 AT 09:29AM (GMT)[p]Hehe, this took me a while to write, but it was worth it, I wanted to do this for the good people of the NMA community, to wish them all a happy Halloween. Hope you all enjoy 
So, I proudly present to you...
All Fallout's Eve
A Fallout Halloween
By John Davies
10/30/2000
James Woodward slowly raised himself out of bed. He shivered as his bare feet touched the cold stone floor of his room. Standing up, he slowly walked over to the small stand, careful not to smack his feet against anything. It was pitch dark in his room, he had intentionally slept late. tonight was going to be a busy shift.
He grumbled as he lit the oil lamp that was sitting on the small stand. "I hate this day, what a day to celebrate." he mumbled to himself.
Tonight was All Fallout's eve, the night where the citizens of The Den tried to forget their troubles, and to throw fun at the Great Fallout, that had happened one hundred and eighty three years ago to this night. James had trouble understanding why the citizens would want to celebrate the anniversery of millions of deaths, he guessed it was just an excuse to have fun, and to forget the troubles in their lives just for a day, but it still disturbed him. But it was not his place to judge, he was the Sherrif of the Den, and his job was to enforce the peace, not to objectionalize the psyche of the populace.
He unlocked the metal locker that held his equipment, he pulled out the various sections of his dark green combat armour, and assembled it on himself, he then reached in and pulled out a combat shotgun, followed by an assault rifle, and a 44. Magnum. Many said that he often was too heavily armed, but he was the only officer of the law in the Den, besides his nephew Davey, who was the deputy. And he would be damned before he would fail in his duty to protect his town.
After donning his equipment, he stepped out onto the slowly darkening streets of the Den. Immediately he was surrounded by tiny figures resembling Mutants, Ghouls, and Enclave Troops.
Questions rang from every side of him.
"Can I see your gun?"
"Where did you get that?"
James sighed. "C'mon kids, move along, go back to your fun."
"But this is fun!" a tiny super mutant shouted.
James endured the small mob of children for a few moments longer, until they dispearsed, finding something of better interest.
He chuckled as he looked closely at the poorly made costumes the kids were wearing. "They look like a mis-matched army of Devils" He commented.
Laughter eminated from behind James. "They do, don't they? The Enclave wouldn't have had a chance against those little hell raisers."
"Good to see you here, and on time Davey."
"You know me, I wouldn't miss a night like this."
"Just keep your eyes open. I have a bad feeling about tonight." James said as he turned around to look at his nephew. "Your mother would kill me if something were to happen to you. So be alert."
Davey was about to protest, until he noticed the Assault Rifle hanging over his uncle's shoulder. James had never taken his precious rifle out of his locker since he arrived in the Den. Something about tonight did have his uncle spooked. "I will uncle, you can count on me."
"Good. I want you to start your rotation on the west side, I'll take the east. We'll meet at Mom's diner in five hours."
Davey nodded, and turned around to walk to the west section of the city.
"Davey!" James shouted. "I want you to pick up an extra weapon at the jailhouse."
"Will do!" Davey replied.
James turned around and began his patrol along the streets of the Den.
It never ceased to amaze him, how much this place had changed since a visit by the Chosen one three years ago, had resulted in the biggest gun battle in the town''s history, She had managed to kill off what seemed like every negative influence on the city, she even managed to drive the slavers out of town.
James had visited the Den two years before that happened, the place was a haven for drug addicts and law breakers. When he had returned two years ago, he had found a peacefull, law abiding town, after seeing that the place needed somebody to protect the people, he resigned his post with the N.C.R law department and moved to the Den.
Shortly after, James' sister had sent Davey in hopes of James being able to make him a "better man". He was reluctant at first, but decided to take the boy on, and except for an occaisional lateness, he did not dissapoint his uncle.
At first, James was not all too comfortable in the town. But after getting to know how the place worked, he settled in. Now, he would never call another place home.
The sight of the "devil army" running up and down the street holding bags stuffed with Caramel Iguana on a stick and Candied Meat Jerkey made James smile, This was his home. And he would do anything to protect it.
"Don't eat too much kids! You'll get nightmares!" He shouted to a group of children who were running to the next door in their route for hordes of oversweet candy.
The kids stopped in their tracks and ran over to the Sherrif.
"Nightmares? What kind of nightmares, will there be werewolves in it?"
"How about Vampires?"
"Deathclaws I bet, they always make the best monster." One exclaimed
James chuckled. "Nah, none of those, they'll be about what happens when kids eat too many sweets, their toys get jealous and run away"
The kids looked at eachother for a moment, and then laughed.
"Good one sherrif, you can't scare us."
Once again, finding something more entertaining, the kids ran off to continue their hunt for candy.
James was about to continue his patrol, when he noticed that one of the children did not leave with the others, he reconized the boy as Jimmy, the son of Elsa, the local seamstress.
Jimmy looked up at James with a frightened gaze. "What about the demon that lives in the woods? Will we dream of him?" He asked with a worried face.
"Demon? What demon?"
"The one that steals people from their homes at night" Jimmy said.
"Where did you hear this?"
"Billy told me, he said that the demon from the woods will come out and eat everybody. I don't want to be eaten!" Jimmy said as he started to cry.
James kneeled down and held the boy to his chest as he cried. "Now now, there is no demon. Billy only told you that to scare you."
The boy whiped the tears from his eyes and rubbed his runny nose. "Honest?" He asked.
"Of course!" James said as hel smiled at the boy. "There's no such thing as demons."
Jimmy looked at him skepticly for a moment, and then smiled. "Good, then I can eat all the candy I want!"
James chuckled as he watched Jimmy run down the street to catch up with his friends.
******
"Good evening ,James" Mom said with a smile as he walked into the diner.
"Good evening, mom" James replied.
"The usual?" She asked as James sat down on a stool set at the counter.
"Yeah, but a little less pepper this time."
"Coming right up."
James did not have to wait long for his meal. He had been coming to Mom's on the same time, every night since he became the sherrif.
Mom placed a plate of spaghetti on the counter in front of James.
"Thanks Mom"
"No problem. How's the patrol going? Quiet out there?"
"Yeah, except for the occaisional egg thrower, tonight is going smoothly." He replied inbetween mouthfuls.
Mom studied James' appearance for a moment. He was roughly thrity-two, had greying brown hair, and had a good number of scars on his face. She had been attracted to him for some time, but his duty came first in his life. He had no time for anything else. But something about his appearance bothered her, his eyes were set in a dark expression.
"Is everything ok, James?"
A frown spread across his face. "Why do you ask?"
"You look worried."
"It's nothing."
The expression on his face warned her to let the matter drop.
"Will Davey be joining you?"
"He should have been her five minutes ago, but it isn't the first time he's late."
"I'll get a plate ready for when he shows up"
James was already finished eating by the time Davey came rushing in through the door.
"Sorry I'm late" He said as he took a seat next to his uncle.
"Yes, you should be sorry, because we're leaving."
Davey sighed, his hunger would last a while longer it appeared.
James dropped twenty gold coins on the counter as he turned to leave. Mom had offered many times to let him eat here for free, but he was a proud man, and was not about to exploit her kindness.
"Anything to report?" James asked as he and Davey headed for the door.
"Nah, things are quiet out there, most of the kids have headed home now, and are gourging themselves on sweets.
James nodded ackowledgment and reached for the door handle.
That was when they heard the scream.
James wrenched the door open and ran outside, pulling His shotgun out of it's holster on his back, Davey slipped his hunting rifle he had procured from the jailhouse as he ran after his uncle.
It took them some time to reach the location of where the scream came from, but they eventually located the source, or what was left of it.
Davey quickly fell to the floor and began to vomit out the little bit of food he had left in his stomach at the sight of the gore splattered walls of the house.
"Mother fucker!" James shouted. "Davey! Get off the floor and go outside, search everything within a two block radius."
Davey slowly got off of the floor and nodded. It took him a moment to wrench his eyes away from the blood and gore, but he eventually ran outside to search for what had commited the murder.
It took every bit of composure James had to keep himself from wretching at the sight of the mutilated remains of the people who had lived here.
After taking a moment to keep himself from retching, he studied the room. He found no evidence of who, or what had done this.
It took a moment, but he finally realized who had lived in the house. "Oh god... Jimmy."
He franticly searched for some sort of sign of the boy. After an exhausting search, he could not find any sign of the boy, dead or alive.
He was trying to figure out what could have done this sort of damage to a human being, when he heard gunshots coming from down the street.
"Davey!" he shouted as he exited the house and headed for the sounds of the shots.
Two more shots rang out as he was running down the streets, then silence filled the air.
"Davey!" He called again. "Oh lord, let him be ok."
James was running down the street as he saw Davey stumble out of an alleyway.
He raced over to Davey and caught him before he fell to the ground.
Davey was breathing, but did not appear totally concious, his eyes were glazed over and he was mumbling something.
The word "demon" caught James' attention.
At that moment, two men came rushing down the street towards James, he reconized them as Mark and Henry, two brothers who had helped him out in the past.
"Jesus christ, what happened to Davey?" Henry asked as he caught a look at the young man's face
James gently set Davey on the ground. "Henry, I want you to take Davey to old man Jenson's, see if he can help him. Mark, I need you to tell everybody to lock their doors and windows, and to keep off the streets. I want you to round up any man who is able to use a weapon, take them to the jailhouse, and get them equiped." He threw a key to Mark. "After they have some weapons, I want you to break them into search parties, we need to find whatever did this before it kills again."
Henry and Mark knew not to waste a moment, as they proceeded to follow James' command.
James grasped his combat shotgun as he slowly entered the alleyway that Davey had exited.
******
Something foul assaulted James' sense of smell as he entered the alleyway. He came across a lit torch that Davey must have dropped. He strapped his shotgun onto his back, picked up the torch, and drew his magnum. Venturing further into the alley, he found rifle shells on the ground. "This is where he was standing when he saw it" he concluded.
James dropped to the ground and examined the surrounding path, he saw scuff marks from what was probally Davey's boots, after searching for a while longer, he came across a pool of yellowish liquid.
"Blood" he exclaimed after smelling it. "What the hell bleeds yellow blood?
He ventually noticed that there was a small trail of the blood leading to the exit of the opposite side of the alley. The trail was spread in gaps. "Whatever it was, it was moving fast" James thought.
He followed the trail until it emptied out onto an empty street. Looking up, he saw that the moon was halfway done it's course across the night sky. It was not shining very brightly and seemed to have a red tint to it's surface.
"I knew tonight was not going to be ordinary" He grumbled.
He followed the path longer, it eventually thinned out, but it was still enough for James to follow.
After about forty minutes of following the trail, it ended in the middle of the street.
"Damnit!" he shouted.
He looked around to find the continuation of the blood trail, but found nothing more.
He was about to head back to the jailhouse for help, when he heard another scream, this one coming from the house next to him, without hesitation, he ran towards the house.
Ignoring the closed door to the house, he braced himself as he ran straight at it, the door was pulled off of it's hinges as he plowed into it.
The sight in the room was one he could not comprehend, a man seemed to be floating in mid air, while grasping at his own throat, and kicking in mid air, while making audible contact with something.
Comprehension was not something James needed to react, He raised his Magnum and shot at the air before the floating man, and was rewarded by the sound of a bullet entering skin as a stream of the yellow blood poured out of mid air.
An ear piercing scream split the air as the bullet contacted with the invisible creature.
Not waiting another moment, James dropped his magnum and unslung his assault rifle as the floating man crashed to the ground.
James took the oppurtunity of a clean shot, and held fast the trigger on the rifle, bullets streamed from the rifle, and into the invisible target.
The ground was becoming soaked with the yellowish blood, but it kept coming, James threw his unloaded rifle onto the ground, and reached for his shotgun, only to be thrown across the room like a rag doll.
He grunted in pain as he felt his left arm being snapped like a twig from the impact with the wall.
"Out.... get out of here!" he managed to yell to the owner of the house.
James could hear the heavy footsteps of the creature aproach him, and he could see the still bleeding bullet holes in mid air. Whatever the creature was, it was getting closer.
He tried to raise himself off of the floor, but to no avail.
The footsteps halted in front of James, He felt a gigantic hand grasp him around the neck, as he was hoisted off of the ground. Death was aproaching.
He was raised four feet off of the floor by the uncanny strength of the creature.
An unearthly voice sounded from in front of James .
"Scream!" It commanded.
Even if he wanted to, he could not, the grip of the creatures hand was crushing his throat.
James grasped at his belt with his only good arm for any sort of weapon to save himself, but he only found a high end explosive grenade.
He knew that he would not be able to survive the blast of the grenade, but he had to destory the creature.
He pulled the grenade from it's pouch, and slipped the pin out of it's place.
"Go back to hell!" he managed to shout through the creature's hold as he shoved the grenade where he guessed the creature's mouth would be.
James was rewarded for his effort as the creature screamed, it's grip on him failed, and he crashed to the ground.
Not wasting a moment, he jumped off the ground, and ran for the door. He almost made it, when the grenade went off.
******
"James.... James! Wake up!" a voice called to him as he dreamed of the afterlife.
James' eyes slowly opened to the sight of Henry's face.
"You are one ugly bastard, you know that dont you?"
Henry laughed. "You should look in the mirror Mr. Sherrif."
"The creature... it's invisible, you have to destory it."
"Ahhh, you mean the mass of yellow goo that's covering everything? I don't think it will be bothering us anymore.
James slowly sat up, ignoring the pain in his left arm. Looking around, he saw the remnants of the small house strewn all over the street, accompanied by small bits of what appeared to be some sort of creature.
"I do believe that you blew that thing to hell and back" Henry said with a grin.
"If you only knew." James replied. "Help me up."
Henry helped James up off the ground, being careful not to touch the man's visibly shattered left arm.
"Davey... is he alive?"
"Yes, he woke up about twenty minutes ago, when we heard the blast. He wanted to come, but Old Man Jenson would have none of it, we all came running here as fast as we could.
"We?" James asked in confusion.
"Look around James, I brought the cavalry.
James turned his head, and eventually noticed a large group of people standing in the street to his left, there must have been about fifty armed citizens of the Den, some holding rifles, some pistols, and some wielding nothing but brooms and table legs, there were even a good number of women in the group.
Henry smiled "We were all ready to take on the creature, until you got through with it, when we got here, there was nothing left of the bastard, except for the occaisional blood spot"
"Henry." James said.
"Yeah?"
"Take me to old man Jenson before I bleed to death."
Henry chuckled. "Sure thing James."
He helped support James as they began the walk to Old Man Jenson.
"Oh, and we found little Jimmy, he wasn't in the house when his family was attacked, he was playing with the Valtor boys when it happened."
"Does he know what happened to his folks?"
"No, and I pity the man who has the stomach to tell the child."
James took notice of Henry's words, He was the one who would tell the child.
"Is everybody else ok?" James asked.
"The fellow you rescued from the house is a little banged up, but he'll be fine. The only other person hurt besides Jimmy's parents, Davey, and him, is you."
"It's just a flesh wound" James said with a chuckle.
"I didn't think anything could take you out James, you're not easy prey."
James smiled. "I may be hard to kill, but I hurt like hell."
Henry just smiled at James as they continued their walk.
"Oh, and Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Let it be known, that Fallout day is canceled."
"Sure thing James." Henry said with a laugh.
The end.
On an altogether different note, I would like to send some grats to the pople of the fanfic board, this post pushed us into the three pages of threads level (ie, this post is in 1, and the first post is in 3) Now, I don't know if this is the first time it has happened, but it's the first time it has happened since I showed up, so I'm glad to see some activity here, and I hope we will continue to see an increase of visitors. A lot of good work is done here, and it's good to see people come, cus otherwise, we would be doing it all for nothing... Ok, I'm babling, but it's 5:25 am, and I've been up all night writing this story, so... hehe, once again... Rock on Fanfic'ers!
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"I am the bringer of death, and the cry of sorrow, I am the one who... ah hell, I broke a nail."
So, I proudly present to you...
All Fallout's Eve
A Fallout Halloween
By John Davies
10/30/2000
James Woodward slowly raised himself out of bed. He shivered as his bare feet touched the cold stone floor of his room. Standing up, he slowly walked over to the small stand, careful not to smack his feet against anything. It was pitch dark in his room, he had intentionally slept late. tonight was going to be a busy shift.
He grumbled as he lit the oil lamp that was sitting on the small stand. "I hate this day, what a day to celebrate." he mumbled to himself.
Tonight was All Fallout's eve, the night where the citizens of The Den tried to forget their troubles, and to throw fun at the Great Fallout, that had happened one hundred and eighty three years ago to this night. James had trouble understanding why the citizens would want to celebrate the anniversery of millions of deaths, he guessed it was just an excuse to have fun, and to forget the troubles in their lives just for a day, but it still disturbed him. But it was not his place to judge, he was the Sherrif of the Den, and his job was to enforce the peace, not to objectionalize the psyche of the populace.
He unlocked the metal locker that held his equipment, he pulled out the various sections of his dark green combat armour, and assembled it on himself, he then reached in and pulled out a combat shotgun, followed by an assault rifle, and a 44. Magnum. Many said that he often was too heavily armed, but he was the only officer of the law in the Den, besides his nephew Davey, who was the deputy. And he would be damned before he would fail in his duty to protect his town.
After donning his equipment, he stepped out onto the slowly darkening streets of the Den. Immediately he was surrounded by tiny figures resembling Mutants, Ghouls, and Enclave Troops.
Questions rang from every side of him.
"Can I see your gun?"
"Where did you get that?"
James sighed. "C'mon kids, move along, go back to your fun."
"But this is fun!" a tiny super mutant shouted.
James endured the small mob of children for a few moments longer, until they dispearsed, finding something of better interest.
He chuckled as he looked closely at the poorly made costumes the kids were wearing. "They look like a mis-matched army of Devils" He commented.
Laughter eminated from behind James. "They do, don't they? The Enclave wouldn't have had a chance against those little hell raisers."
"Good to see you here, and on time Davey."
"You know me, I wouldn't miss a night like this."
"Just keep your eyes open. I have a bad feeling about tonight." James said as he turned around to look at his nephew. "Your mother would kill me if something were to happen to you. So be alert."
Davey was about to protest, until he noticed the Assault Rifle hanging over his uncle's shoulder. James had never taken his precious rifle out of his locker since he arrived in the Den. Something about tonight did have his uncle spooked. "I will uncle, you can count on me."
"Good. I want you to start your rotation on the west side, I'll take the east. We'll meet at Mom's diner in five hours."
Davey nodded, and turned around to walk to the west section of the city.
"Davey!" James shouted. "I want you to pick up an extra weapon at the jailhouse."
"Will do!" Davey replied.
James turned around and began his patrol along the streets of the Den.
It never ceased to amaze him, how much this place had changed since a visit by the Chosen one three years ago, had resulted in the biggest gun battle in the town''s history, She had managed to kill off what seemed like every negative influence on the city, she even managed to drive the slavers out of town.
James had visited the Den two years before that happened, the place was a haven for drug addicts and law breakers. When he had returned two years ago, he had found a peacefull, law abiding town, after seeing that the place needed somebody to protect the people, he resigned his post with the N.C.R law department and moved to the Den.
Shortly after, James' sister had sent Davey in hopes of James being able to make him a "better man". He was reluctant at first, but decided to take the boy on, and except for an occaisional lateness, he did not dissapoint his uncle.
At first, James was not all too comfortable in the town. But after getting to know how the place worked, he settled in. Now, he would never call another place home.
The sight of the "devil army" running up and down the street holding bags stuffed with Caramel Iguana on a stick and Candied Meat Jerkey made James smile, This was his home. And he would do anything to protect it.
"Don't eat too much kids! You'll get nightmares!" He shouted to a group of children who were running to the next door in their route for hordes of oversweet candy.
The kids stopped in their tracks and ran over to the Sherrif.
"Nightmares? What kind of nightmares, will there be werewolves in it?"
"How about Vampires?"
"Deathclaws I bet, they always make the best monster." One exclaimed
James chuckled. "Nah, none of those, they'll be about what happens when kids eat too many sweets, their toys get jealous and run away"
The kids looked at eachother for a moment, and then laughed.
"Good one sherrif, you can't scare us."
Once again, finding something more entertaining, the kids ran off to continue their hunt for candy.
James was about to continue his patrol, when he noticed that one of the children did not leave with the others, he reconized the boy as Jimmy, the son of Elsa, the local seamstress.
Jimmy looked up at James with a frightened gaze. "What about the demon that lives in the woods? Will we dream of him?" He asked with a worried face.
"Demon? What demon?"
"The one that steals people from their homes at night" Jimmy said.
"Where did you hear this?"
"Billy told me, he said that the demon from the woods will come out and eat everybody. I don't want to be eaten!" Jimmy said as he started to cry.
James kneeled down and held the boy to his chest as he cried. "Now now, there is no demon. Billy only told you that to scare you."
The boy whiped the tears from his eyes and rubbed his runny nose. "Honest?" He asked.
"Of course!" James said as hel smiled at the boy. "There's no such thing as demons."
Jimmy looked at him skepticly for a moment, and then smiled. "Good, then I can eat all the candy I want!"
James chuckled as he watched Jimmy run down the street to catch up with his friends.
******
"Good evening ,James" Mom said with a smile as he walked into the diner.
"Good evening, mom" James replied.
"The usual?" She asked as James sat down on a stool set at the counter.
"Yeah, but a little less pepper this time."
"Coming right up."
James did not have to wait long for his meal. He had been coming to Mom's on the same time, every night since he became the sherrif.
Mom placed a plate of spaghetti on the counter in front of James.
"Thanks Mom"
"No problem. How's the patrol going? Quiet out there?"
"Yeah, except for the occaisional egg thrower, tonight is going smoothly." He replied inbetween mouthfuls.
Mom studied James' appearance for a moment. He was roughly thrity-two, had greying brown hair, and had a good number of scars on his face. She had been attracted to him for some time, but his duty came first in his life. He had no time for anything else. But something about his appearance bothered her, his eyes were set in a dark expression.
"Is everything ok, James?"
A frown spread across his face. "Why do you ask?"
"You look worried."
"It's nothing."
The expression on his face warned her to let the matter drop.
"Will Davey be joining you?"
"He should have been her five minutes ago, but it isn't the first time he's late."
"I'll get a plate ready for when he shows up"
James was already finished eating by the time Davey came rushing in through the door.
"Sorry I'm late" He said as he took a seat next to his uncle.
"Yes, you should be sorry, because we're leaving."
Davey sighed, his hunger would last a while longer it appeared.
James dropped twenty gold coins on the counter as he turned to leave. Mom had offered many times to let him eat here for free, but he was a proud man, and was not about to exploit her kindness.
"Anything to report?" James asked as he and Davey headed for the door.
"Nah, things are quiet out there, most of the kids have headed home now, and are gourging themselves on sweets.
James nodded ackowledgment and reached for the door handle.
That was when they heard the scream.
James wrenched the door open and ran outside, pulling His shotgun out of it's holster on his back, Davey slipped his hunting rifle he had procured from the jailhouse as he ran after his uncle.
It took them some time to reach the location of where the scream came from, but they eventually located the source, or what was left of it.
Davey quickly fell to the floor and began to vomit out the little bit of food he had left in his stomach at the sight of the gore splattered walls of the house.
"Mother fucker!" James shouted. "Davey! Get off the floor and go outside, search everything within a two block radius."
Davey slowly got off of the floor and nodded. It took him a moment to wrench his eyes away from the blood and gore, but he eventually ran outside to search for what had commited the murder.
It took every bit of composure James had to keep himself from wretching at the sight of the mutilated remains of the people who had lived here.
After taking a moment to keep himself from retching, he studied the room. He found no evidence of who, or what had done this.
It took a moment, but he finally realized who had lived in the house. "Oh god... Jimmy."
He franticly searched for some sort of sign of the boy. After an exhausting search, he could not find any sign of the boy, dead or alive.
He was trying to figure out what could have done this sort of damage to a human being, when he heard gunshots coming from down the street.
"Davey!" he shouted as he exited the house and headed for the sounds of the shots.
Two more shots rang out as he was running down the streets, then silence filled the air.
"Davey!" He called again. "Oh lord, let him be ok."
James was running down the street as he saw Davey stumble out of an alleyway.
He raced over to Davey and caught him before he fell to the ground.
Davey was breathing, but did not appear totally concious, his eyes were glazed over and he was mumbling something.
The word "demon" caught James' attention.
At that moment, two men came rushing down the street towards James, he reconized them as Mark and Henry, two brothers who had helped him out in the past.
"Jesus christ, what happened to Davey?" Henry asked as he caught a look at the young man's face
James gently set Davey on the ground. "Henry, I want you to take Davey to old man Jenson's, see if he can help him. Mark, I need you to tell everybody to lock their doors and windows, and to keep off the streets. I want you to round up any man who is able to use a weapon, take them to the jailhouse, and get them equiped." He threw a key to Mark. "After they have some weapons, I want you to break them into search parties, we need to find whatever did this before it kills again."
Henry and Mark knew not to waste a moment, as they proceeded to follow James' command.
James grasped his combat shotgun as he slowly entered the alleyway that Davey had exited.
******
Something foul assaulted James' sense of smell as he entered the alleyway. He came across a lit torch that Davey must have dropped. He strapped his shotgun onto his back, picked up the torch, and drew his magnum. Venturing further into the alley, he found rifle shells on the ground. "This is where he was standing when he saw it" he concluded.
James dropped to the ground and examined the surrounding path, he saw scuff marks from what was probally Davey's boots, after searching for a while longer, he came across a pool of yellowish liquid.
"Blood" he exclaimed after smelling it. "What the hell bleeds yellow blood?
He ventually noticed that there was a small trail of the blood leading to the exit of the opposite side of the alley. The trail was spread in gaps. "Whatever it was, it was moving fast" James thought.
He followed the trail until it emptied out onto an empty street. Looking up, he saw that the moon was halfway done it's course across the night sky. It was not shining very brightly and seemed to have a red tint to it's surface.
"I knew tonight was not going to be ordinary" He grumbled.
He followed the path longer, it eventually thinned out, but it was still enough for James to follow.
After about forty minutes of following the trail, it ended in the middle of the street.
"Damnit!" he shouted.
He looked around to find the continuation of the blood trail, but found nothing more.
He was about to head back to the jailhouse for help, when he heard another scream, this one coming from the house next to him, without hesitation, he ran towards the house.
Ignoring the closed door to the house, he braced himself as he ran straight at it, the door was pulled off of it's hinges as he plowed into it.
The sight in the room was one he could not comprehend, a man seemed to be floating in mid air, while grasping at his own throat, and kicking in mid air, while making audible contact with something.
Comprehension was not something James needed to react, He raised his Magnum and shot at the air before the floating man, and was rewarded by the sound of a bullet entering skin as a stream of the yellow blood poured out of mid air.
An ear piercing scream split the air as the bullet contacted with the invisible creature.
Not waiting another moment, James dropped his magnum and unslung his assault rifle as the floating man crashed to the ground.
James took the oppurtunity of a clean shot, and held fast the trigger on the rifle, bullets streamed from the rifle, and into the invisible target.
The ground was becoming soaked with the yellowish blood, but it kept coming, James threw his unloaded rifle onto the ground, and reached for his shotgun, only to be thrown across the room like a rag doll.
He grunted in pain as he felt his left arm being snapped like a twig from the impact with the wall.
"Out.... get out of here!" he managed to yell to the owner of the house.
James could hear the heavy footsteps of the creature aproach him, and he could see the still bleeding bullet holes in mid air. Whatever the creature was, it was getting closer.
He tried to raise himself off of the floor, but to no avail.
The footsteps halted in front of James, He felt a gigantic hand grasp him around the neck, as he was hoisted off of the ground. Death was aproaching.
He was raised four feet off of the floor by the uncanny strength of the creature.
An unearthly voice sounded from in front of James .
"Scream!" It commanded.
Even if he wanted to, he could not, the grip of the creatures hand was crushing his throat.
James grasped at his belt with his only good arm for any sort of weapon to save himself, but he only found a high end explosive grenade.
He knew that he would not be able to survive the blast of the grenade, but he had to destory the creature.
He pulled the grenade from it's pouch, and slipped the pin out of it's place.
"Go back to hell!" he managed to shout through the creature's hold as he shoved the grenade where he guessed the creature's mouth would be.
James was rewarded for his effort as the creature screamed, it's grip on him failed, and he crashed to the ground.
Not wasting a moment, he jumped off the ground, and ran for the door. He almost made it, when the grenade went off.
******
"James.... James! Wake up!" a voice called to him as he dreamed of the afterlife.
James' eyes slowly opened to the sight of Henry's face.
"You are one ugly bastard, you know that dont you?"
Henry laughed. "You should look in the mirror Mr. Sherrif."
"The creature... it's invisible, you have to destory it."
"Ahhh, you mean the mass of yellow goo that's covering everything? I don't think it will be bothering us anymore.
James slowly sat up, ignoring the pain in his left arm. Looking around, he saw the remnants of the small house strewn all over the street, accompanied by small bits of what appeared to be some sort of creature.
"I do believe that you blew that thing to hell and back" Henry said with a grin.
"If you only knew." James replied. "Help me up."
Henry helped James up off the ground, being careful not to touch the man's visibly shattered left arm.
"Davey... is he alive?"
"Yes, he woke up about twenty minutes ago, when we heard the blast. He wanted to come, but Old Man Jenson would have none of it, we all came running here as fast as we could.
"We?" James asked in confusion.
"Look around James, I brought the cavalry.
James turned his head, and eventually noticed a large group of people standing in the street to his left, there must have been about fifty armed citizens of the Den, some holding rifles, some pistols, and some wielding nothing but brooms and table legs, there were even a good number of women in the group.
Henry smiled "We were all ready to take on the creature, until you got through with it, when we got here, there was nothing left of the bastard, except for the occaisional blood spot"
"Henry." James said.
"Yeah?"
"Take me to old man Jenson before I bleed to death."
Henry chuckled. "Sure thing James."
He helped support James as they began the walk to Old Man Jenson.
"Oh, and we found little Jimmy, he wasn't in the house when his family was attacked, he was playing with the Valtor boys when it happened."
"Does he know what happened to his folks?"
"No, and I pity the man who has the stomach to tell the child."
James took notice of Henry's words, He was the one who would tell the child.
"Is everybody else ok?" James asked.
"The fellow you rescued from the house is a little banged up, but he'll be fine. The only other person hurt besides Jimmy's parents, Davey, and him, is you."
"It's just a flesh wound" James said with a chuckle.
"I didn't think anything could take you out James, you're not easy prey."
James smiled. "I may be hard to kill, but I hurt like hell."
Henry just smiled at James as they continued their walk.
"Oh, and Henry?"
"Yeah?"
"Let it be known, that Fallout day is canceled."
"Sure thing James." Henry said with a laugh.
The end.
On an altogether different note, I would like to send some grats to the pople of the fanfic board, this post pushed us into the three pages of threads level (ie, this post is in 1, and the first post is in 3) Now, I don't know if this is the first time it has happened, but it's the first time it has happened since I showed up, so I'm glad to see some activity here, and I hope we will continue to see an increase of visitors. A lot of good work is done here, and it's good to see people come, cus otherwise, we would be doing it all for nothing... Ok, I'm babling, but it's 5:25 am, and I've been up all night writing this story, so... hehe, once again... Rock on Fanfic'ers!
Hehe, is that even a word?
"I am the bringer of death, and the cry of sorrow, I am the one who... ah hell, I broke a nail."
