User:Supermutantslayer450/Story

Chapter...

 * Harry walked down the darkened corridor, slowly checking his sides every once in a while. But there was no one there. It was just this old museum. Dark, filthy, covered in blood and gore in some places. He was still amazed at how appalled he was of Super Mutants, and, more importantley, how afraid he was of them. He often wondered why he was. He had fought them, killed them. Hell, he had almost single-handedley took down a Behemoth a day and a half ago! So why was he so very afraid, so very paranoid, as he approached the end of a hallway? He had already killed at least five Mutants in the last half hour alone. He could handle more.
 * Why had he agreed to this? He didn't listen, or, for that matter, want to, listen to Galaxy News Radio, so why did he agree to do this for Three Dog?
 * "For my dad" Harry thought.
 * Suddenly, Harry stopped. He heard footsteps. Laughter. Chewing. And, faintly... a human voice. Female, from what he could tell. Along with the human voice, he heard a Mutant's voice as well. He couldn't make out any of what they where saying, but he could tell the human was scared, and the mutant seemed happy about this. All at once, however, the footsteps stopped, the begging ceased, and the screaming began. A tortourous ring that made Harry want to cover his ears. He couldn't, however, because that would mean dropping his assault rifle.
 * Harry finally succumbed to it, and dropped his rifle. In between screms, there was a cry for mercy, a plead for life, and then more screams.
 * "Make it stop, please, make it stopp", he thought. He repeated this over and over again until he realized that the only noise was from him. Him, aloud, repeating his plea. He looked around for his gun, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his lower back. It wasn't very painful, more annoying than anything. He turned, and saw a Mutant standing there, a gun in his hands and a grin on his face.
 * Harry realized that his frantic begging had attracted a Mutant, and it had shot him with it's Hunting Rifle.
 * "I'LL WEAR YOUR BONES AROUND MY NECK!" it roared, and fired again.
 * Harry then started to feel the pain. He bent over and snatched his gun, took a hasty aim, and fired a few rounds into the monster. It staggered back, but quickly recovered and fired again. Harry dove behing cover as a bullet clipped his heel.
 * "Damnit, need to reload..." muttered the mutant.
 * Harry quickly stood up and fired a few rounds at the Mutant. They hit it square in the eyes and he feel over, laying still. Harry stood up, and looked at his wounds. It seemed like the first bullet had more grazed his side than anything, and the second had only made a small groove in his boot. He started toward the door the mutant had come out of. He entered a tall room with a large rocket in the center, stretching up to the ceiling.
 * "Hellooo!! Anyone not mutated here?" Harry called out. "Hello?"
 * "Up here!" a voice from above rang out.
 * Harry raced up the stairs and found a woman, about his age, kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, hands tied, a large gash in her leg, but alive. Near here, however, was what Harry assumed where the remains of another person, the only bits remaing being a crushed eyeball, a large gob of blood and muscle with a bone sticking out of it, and a squished skull.
 * "Are you alright?" Harry asked the woman.
 * "I think so..." she replied.
 * Now that Harry was closer, he realized how beautiful the woman was. She had golden hair pulled back into a ponytail, with strong, but not muscular, arms, and a fairly thin body. She had deep green eyes, a well shaped nose, and a mouth that is not afraid to say what it thinks.
 * "Can you walk... Oh, no, probably not..." Harry said, after a second of gawking at her beauty.
 * "No, I don't think I can", she said.
 * "I guess I can carry you. What's your name?" He asked.
 * "Alyse. You?"
 * "Harry. Harry Conrad."