fan fiction So this is a thing I wrote.

[TessHM 15]

So here's a thing I wrote. It's a Fallout 3 fanfic, and literally the first thing I've written and ever shown to anyone. Criticism would be very much appreciated.

Notes:

When dialogue is enclosed in "<>", it's French.

When dialogue is enclosed in "~" It's Russian.

Also serves as quick way of telling apart characters cause I'm lazy.

 

Also, I wasn't sure about the ending. Tell me what you think.

 

STORY

 

Frances DuBois stumbled across the dry plains of DC, vision still blurry and head still ringing from an excess of alcohol the previous night. “Gah!” He yelled as he tripped over a root and fell on the ground. “<Stupid DC, stupid trees, stupid stupid stupid…>” He grumbled to himself as he attempted to pick himself up from the ground, with little success.

“<Goddammit.>” He grumbled as he rolled over on his back and stared up at the sky. Birds, most likely some mutation of crows or vultures, circled overhead against the green-gray sky.

“<Go away!>” He yelled, to no one in particular, swinging his arm in the air. He sighed and sat upright.

“<I need a drink…>” he mumbled, reaching for the vodka he kept tied to his belt. His fingers fumbled around the top of the glass bottle before pulling it from the strap and lifting up to eye level.

“<Oh no, oh no oh no oh no…>”

He saw that he was holding only the top of the bottle, and the rest of it had shattered when he tripped.

“Gah!” He yelled, throwing the remains of the bottle at the ground. “<What the hell!?>” He yelled again, to no one in particular.

Sighing and dropping his head, he lifted himself to his feet, almost falling again, but managing to catch himself.

“<What did I have to do again…?>” He questioned himself, forgetting his objective.

“<Ah! Right! Find Alexei!>” He exclaimed, remembering his mission.

Frances set off eastward, the direction Alexei had last set off.

“<Well, he last went this way. Can’t have gone far.>” He said to himself as he walked towards the rising sun.

 

1 HOUR LATER

 

Frances once again found himself walking across dusty plains. The same he had seen all day. He sighed and fell down on his back.

“<I need a rest.>” He groaned to himself. “<I’m bored. I’ll never find Alexei.>”

At that moment, he heard a noise behind him. Frances jumped to his feet and drew the rifle slung across his back. A Mosin-Nagant M91/30, a prewar antique straight from Russia. He had saved up for a year to have the Brotherhood bring it across the pass. They were extremely rare in Canada, often only afforded by high-ranking starshinas.

He lifted the rifle to his shoulder, aiming straight at a large bush where the noise had come from.

“<H-hello?>” He yelled hoping for a response.

Nothing happened for a minute or so, until another noise came from the bush, louder this time. Frances jumped and fired a shot at it.

“~Hey, hey, careful!~” Another voice came from behind the bush. Frances sighed in relief and lowered the rifle. “<What the fuck are you doing? Get out of there>!” He yelled at the voice. Emerging from the bush came a tall young man, who seemed to be around the age seventeen. Frances slung the rifle across his back and crossed his arms in annoyance.

“<Alex, what the fuck are you doing there?>” Alexei simply shrugged and motioned toward the bottle of vodka in his hand, now almost empty.

“~I honestly don’t know.~”

Frances simply sighed and dropped his face into his palm.

“<Look, Alex… we need to get back to camp. We’re gonna start marching in a few hours, and the starshina’s gonna be pissed if you’re not back.>”

Alexei tied his uniform at the waist as he began walking to catch up to Frances. After a few moments of silence he asked, “~So where’s camp, anyway?~”

Frances froze as Alexei spoke. “<…goddamit. I don’t know.>”

After a moment, he shrugged and continued to walk the direction he was going. “<Well, we aren’t gonna find out by hanging around here!>” He called back. Alexei laughed and ran to catch up to him.

“~You’re an idiot, you know that?~”

“<And you’re a vodka-swilling jackass, but somehow you managed to get here.>”

“~Shut up, we’ve got a long walk ahead of us.~”

Frances stopped and did a mock salute.

“~Yes, sir!~” He replied in broken Russian, before playfully punching Alexei in the shoulder.

“<You don’t order a superior officer around.>” he said in a serious tone.

He looked Alexei in the eye for almost a full minute before breaking down and laughing.

Alexei rolled his eyes. “~How are you older than me again?~”

Frances simply continued walking. “<Alright then, seriously, let’s get going.>”

They walked for a full minute before Alexei reached for the Vodka at his hip.

“<If you drink that, I will shoot you.>”

STORY

Edited August 5, 2012 by TessHM