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Charming Killer	By : TheFashionableNerd Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 5467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not have any ownership of the Fallout 3 franchise nor do I make any money of this, its just for fun as a fan of the coporations game.

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Note: I gave Underworld a bathing area in their bathroom, showers to be more exact. I apologize in advance if the style seems so switch partly through the chapter, it may just be me over thinking but I started writing more…me….idk….ignore me now. It was just starting to get stagnant for the style with not really any humor of any type. So please….Enjoy!

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Nika woke with her head resting on the length of her gun’s barrel. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, tired from her ‘excitement’ the day before. She slowly stood up and began cracking her back, sighing with each satisfying pop. Feeling awake and, for once, well-rested; Nika looked at the time. It was 11am, way past when she should have been getting up. She left her bag and assault rifle in the make-shift room, making sure her pistol was attached to her right thigh with plenty of ammo on her belt and strapped her gun on. She walked out of the rented room to Carol promptly after locking it.
“Hi Carol! I want the bed for another night so….”Nika quickly counted of the correct amount of caps before handing them over, “There ya go!”
“Why of course dear. I will make sure it stays locked for you.” Carol rasped out, putting the caps into the register. Nika put her caps bag away, frowning at how light it felt.
“Thanks, after I eat something I was to get cleaned up, where can I do that?” Nika asked as she looked over Greta’s menu. Carol explained how to get to the bathrooms and gave her some soap for free since she was staying two nights. Nika thanked her before order Mirelurk cakes and BlamCo mac and cheese with a Nuka-Cola. She devoured her meal after she handed over the caps, loving the Mirelurk cakes. She liked the changed from her normal food. When she was finished she got up and grabbed the soap before walking to the bathroom downstairs. Nika walked in and saw that there was make-shift shower in an area and walked over to it and turned the water on. It was cold but it was still nice. She stripped with the curtain closed and began scrubbing her armor, cleaning off all the dirt and grime from the metro tunnels.
Once she was happy with the result she washed off the cleaner and hung her clothes on the screen to dry, scrubbing down her body and hair harshly, returning the natural glow to her body that was covered up by the grime before. When Nika was happy with how she had cleaned her body, even if it was way to clean to be in the wastes now, she shut off the water.
She peaked out of the make-shift shower to the bathroom door. She smiled when she saw that it was closed and that no one else was in the bathroom currently and snuck out naked to the slightly broken mirror. She looked over her body and noted her scars; she had a large portion of her shoulder that was crisscrossed in white lines from her bullet wounds and Dr. Barrows work, she also had two small white dots on her left calf muscle from where a bullet went through and through. Nika looked at her inner thighs to see if there were any marks from the raiders at the Super-Duper Mart and was glad to see only one visible mark, a thin white scar from an unknown source. She guessed most of the injuries were internal from that and healed with stimpack use; all others must not have been deep enough to scar.
Nika was happy to see that her body was overall untouched by the wastes so far, though she supposed it should be after only two weeks out in it. Nika walked back over to her clothes and picked the pieces up. She slid on her under things, the top basically just a wrap and the underwear being something similar to a thong. She grabbed the short-shorts she had grabbed from a raider and slid them on with her belt and ammo clips. She also slid on her thigh holster with her gun and two more ammo clips; she was thankful the raiders had served some use and gave her so many clips to use with everything. She also quickly slipped on her calf-high leather boots and latched the clasps.
Nika reached over and grabbed her hard leather corset top and slid it on. She fixed her wrap to make sure it wouldn’t show and laced up the front, making her chest be held down but give the impression that they were about to fall out. Nika look in the mirror, she even had a bit of skin showing at her midriff. She lifted a still damp strand of her ebony hair and looked at it, hating how it was down, it went all the way to her pant-line when down. Where did Winthrop say the barber Snowflake was again? Oh yeah… Nika made sure her gun was situated properly before heading out and walking up the stairs. She tried to ignore the looks she was getting from the residents, feeling insecure without her hair styled.
When she got to the room she wanted, she entered and looked at the weird ghoul there; this one had a full head of hair. Nika walked over to him and smiled, “Hi, I’m Nika. I was told I could get my hair cut here by Snowflake.”
The ghoul perked up, “That’s me. It is so hard to work with hair here; it is more cutting skin than hair. You have beautiful hair to…” He said, reaching out and feeling a lock.
“Thanks, so what’s up with a ghoul barber?” Nika asked, trying to understand his choice of careers out in the wastes.
“I prefer the term stylist, but whatever suits you. I used to work in Rivet City before I became a ghoul, but when I started to change they kicked me out. Stuck-up assholes.” Snowflake said, gesturing for her to sit down so he could brush her hair out. “I know that a ghoul with a barber shop makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine, but this is what I like doing.” Nika laughed softly at his comment.
“Good thing to know about Rivet City, it seems a lot of people are stuck-up in the wastes. I mean, it’s not like anyone is 100% human anymore, living in radiation for everyone has changed people one way or another.” Nika said, enjoying the brush through her hair.
“Very good point. You know, I like you Smoothskin. You aren’t an asshole like most. How do you want your hair styled?” Snowflake asked.
“I want it up in a high ponytail; maybe trim the ends if you could.” Nika said. Snowflake quickly got to work styling and cutting her hair, they talked about small things they noticed and laughing about how some of the ‘humans’ thought they were better for not being touched by radiation when they actually were. When they were finished Nika looked in a small mirror at her ebony tresses falling in mostly-straight sheets. “How much do I owe you?” Nika asked thrilled to have her hair styled by someone other than herself, which always left missing strands and had it a little lopsided, sliding easily from her messy ties.
Snowflake just smiled, “Free of charge, I am just happy to be working on hair. Whenever you want to re-style your hair just come to me, I’ll do it for free.” Nika thanked him and glanced at her clock, looks like she was busy for a while because it was now 3pm. She decided to go to the 9^th Circle for a drink and see who Charon was. She waved to Snowflake with a farewell and walked through the nearby door.
Nika walked in and decided to smelled better than Moriarty’s, even with the large population of ghouls, though she may have just stopped noticing that scent. She walked around some ghouls doing random drugs into the main bar area and glanced left and finally saw Charon. Damn he is tall! And broad…hm… Not too bad actually, he got some muscles! Course…kinda easy to see with missing skin and all….wasting way to much thought on this…. Nika walked over and began to speak, “Hi, I’m Nika.” Charon glanced at her for a moment before glancing away again.
“Talk to Ahzrukhal.” He stated in a raspy voice.
Nika glanced at the mentioned man and back at Charon, “But I want to talk to you, not him. That would be why I walked over here and not over there.” He looked at her fully; no one ever actually wanted to talk to him. It didn’t matter either way; her attention could get him in trouble as his orders were not to say anything different.
“No. Talk to Ahzrukhal.” He stated again.
Nika bristled, growing impatient with his lack of response, “No, Talk to me.” She said, trying to pull off a lousy, mocking impersonation of him. Charon looked at her again, this time with slight irritation. She just wasn’t getting it, these were his orders and he couldn’t speak to her even if he wanted to.
He glanced to the left with a soft sigh and looked at her again, “Talk.” He paused, “To.” He paused again. “Ahzrukhal.” Nika left out a small frustrated scream before walking to the mentioned man who was laughing and coughing at the same time.
She sat at a stool, “Yeah yeah, I was being ignored. Just give me two shots of vodka and a beer.” She slid over 30 caps and accepting the drinks from the evidently sleazy man.
“Charon won’t talk to you because I didn’t tell him to talk to you.” Ahzrukhal said leaning on the bar. Nika thought that over as she downed her two shots.
“So because you didn’t give him an order he can’t do anything? Well then…it seems he’s a slave.” She stated, trying to feel the man out. She knew what she heard but if she wanted to help Charon she will have to know this ghoul.
He laughed/coughed in response, “No. No. I am against slavery. He was brainwashed by a group of individuals a long time ago. His chains were earned, not given. And because I hold his contract he serves me and takes care of any troubles I have.” He said as he cleaned the glasses she had used. Nika sipped at her beer thinking over how to phrase her next statement.
“So he’s a mercenary?” Nika questioned.
Ahzrukhal nodded his head, “Pretty much, I point at something and Charon hurts it. He's the best thug a corrupt bartender could ever ask for. He never bothers me with his own annoying sense of morality.” Nika just snorted lightly and drank more of her beer, alcohol buzzing lightly in her system.
“Is his contract for sale?” Nika asked as casually as possible before tipping back the remains of her beer. The ghoul looked her over, Nika saw Charon glancing over to her and felt his gaze upon her. Nika let some of the remaining beer trickle down her chest to the valley between her breasts. She positioned her body to be appealing as possible to her hopefully-new partner and the man who she was about to screw out of a not-an-actual-slave. She ran her finger up the trail to pick up the remains and sucked on the finger lightly. She felt many eyes on her actions, though Charon had glanced away.
Ahzrukhal stared intently at her chest until remembering he was supposed to be speaking, “If the caps are right, anything is for sale.”
Nika leaned forward on the bar and licked her lips seductively, knowing she would need to pull out all the stops for this to work, “How about 1,000 caps for him.” Ahzrukhal shook his head, stating to focus less on her.
“Talk to me when you have a real offer. That’s not enough for me to lose him.” Nika frowned and stood and fixed her chest, repositioning them so her nipples actually were at the top, the peaks just barely hidden from view.
The ghouls eyes refocused and he licked his lips as Nika said sultry, “Please, 1,000 caps is all I would be able to scrounge up quick enough. I could have that in a week, tops. You don’t want raiders to hurt me, do you? I can’t imagine what they would do to me…” Nika tried to seem as helpless and vulnerable, thinking that the final statement would lead to images for him that contained her in sex. She almost wavered when memories started coming up. She really needed to think things through more. If he couldn’t think of anything but sex then she would make this deal, though.
Ahzrukhal didn’t look up from chest and the light bobbing motion was doing on her heels, “I guess I could sell his contract for that. Wouldn’t want a pretty thing like you to be hurt by those raiders.”
Nika smiled, “You will have your money in a weeks’ time.” She said before turning around and beginning to leave before partially turning back to blow a kiss at the seedy man to keep him hooked and she then turned to Charon and repeated the process a bit more enthusiastically. The bartender look about ready to drop and Charon looked like he didn’t know what to do with her.
She looked at the time, only noon. “Dammit,” She muttered before deciding to explore the rest of the museum that wasn’t the city in the meantime. She swung by her rooms for all her needed supplies, leaving the majority in her rented room before setting out to explore. Not knowing what she would fine she kept her clips together in twos so she wouldn’t have to reach for another clip mid-fighting and get hurt again.
She encountered plenty ferals when she left the lobby of the museum, quickly killing them in a hail of bullets. There actually wasn’t a lot of interesting things to kill, minus a feral that was glowing. She thought it was kind of cool, like a killer nightlight. (Get it, killer? Because it would kill her? Eh, screw it.) She managed to find many different books and little things to do with Abe Lincoln. She collected them all in hopes that they had value with someone; he did free the slaves and everything. After raiding everything she trekked back through and returned to the lobby. Walking back into Underworld Nika went to Underworld Outfitters and walked in looking around. It was the same as every other clothing store really. Except for the ghoul women behind the desk.
“Hi! I’m Tulip! If any of my equipment fails to save your life, I will give you a full refund.” The ghoul woman rasped out.
“Ha! Nice one! I will be sure to collect!” She chuckled getting a wry smile. “Can I sell stuff here?” Nika said and after she got a curt nod she pulled out the many things she found that she truly didn’t need out (minus the Abe Lincoln artifacts). All she managed to really sell was 400 caps worth. She sighed at the amount in her bag that brought her up to 550 and change. Not nearly enough with how fast she was spending. She started looking around and spotted a sniper rifle. Why the outfitter had one, she didn’t know. She went over and looked at it before thinking.
Outside was a large settlement of Super Mutants, or at least it looked like it. She saw them as far as she could see. A sniper rifle and an ammo box and she could wipe them out and go loot all the bodies. She needed to brush up on her long-distance shooting anyway. She went over to Tulip and bought the gun and a large metal container filled with ammo.
“Hey Tulip, can you tell me about Underworld?” Nika asked before being told a short summary and have a book shoved in her hands. “Cool, maybe I will read it tonight. Can you point me to the nearest roof access?” She asked and was given some rough directions before they parted ways.
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Nika sat on the roof staring down her scope, aiming up her first shot. “Just remember that damn magazine and maybe I WON’T shoot Willow.” She muttered before exhaling and pulling the trigger. She shot a sandbag. “Shit!” She hollered before ducking. Thankfully they seemed to be slow creatures and hadn’t figured out her location yet. She waited until they seemed to give up and slid back into position, leveling her scope with her target.
“Now just imagine the head missing a part from the bullet…and don’t fucking miss.” She muttered to herself. For some reason talking to herself made it easier. She aimed and squeezed the trigger this time, smiling when she hit her target. She watched him fall down through her scope.
“Not missing a part but that is a definite hole in his head.” She said before taking a moment to mentally pat herself on the back before repeating the process. She picked away at them until it grew too dark to see extremely far away, which is all was left to shoot. It was a lot of missing anyway at this point. The Super Mutants were too far away for the gun and the shots were still way beyond her skill level. She put her gun away and put her pack back on before slinking down to raid the bodies under the cover of night. She waved at Willow in passing before loading up and a multitude of supplies including many hunting rifles, different ammos, pilfered supplies, and many possessions that she wondered what the mutants used them before. She went out as far as she dared near the still living mutants, which was actually quite far for her first time really sniping. She slunk back in the museum with her pack heavy, noting that Willow wasn’t outdoors. She spotted her inside, smoking in front of the giant skull. She waved more cheerily this time around before tiredly walking inside and crash landed on her rented bed. She was only awake long enough to check the lock on the door and put her heavy bag down, then there was black.
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Nika walked out of Tulips, her pack light and her caps bag heavy. She quickly nabbed her supplies from her room before handing the key back. She bought some food to tide her over from Greta, ignoring the glaring when she hugged Carol quickly in thanks. Carol hugged her back, telling her to come back soon. She promptly left with waves to some of the ghouls she liked before heading out the door. She finally walked out of the museum and stood near Willow.
“Where to go…” Nika muttered to herself flipping through her pip-boy. With a sigh she settled on going to the Galaxy News Radio station to find out where her Dad went from there. She re-situated her pack and mentally checked to make sure her stimpacks were in an accessible spot this time before muttering a “See you later” to Willow and trekking through the metro tunnels.
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Nika got through the tunnel with only minor scratches, mostly from tripping on a train rail gracefully. She stopped finally when she saw unusual people fighting to kill Super Mutants, quickly joining in. Chinese Assault Rifle in hand she brought down two of the ugly bastard before walking over to the leader who for some unknown reason had her helmet off.
“I’m Sentinel Sarah Lyons, leader of Lyons’ Pride of the Brotherhood of Steel. What are you doing here civilian?” The blonde woman demanded.
“Going to GNR and the name is Nika, not civilian.” Nika stated, irritated at being called a civilian.
“Just what we need, a civilian bogging us down. Hang back and don’t get in the way.” She stated irritated before hollering for her team to round up. Nika followed behind annoyed. One of the recruits ran up.
“Great, picked up a stray.” A man voice said with a metallic rings from his power armor.
“Yeah, found her just outside of the metro.” Sarah Lyons said. Nika growled lightly at that.
“I can hold my own.” Nika muttered, not wanting to turn down the help in case she ran into other mutants but still not liking the treatment.
“Sure, like yo-“Sarah Lyons was cut off by a gun shot from a building that quickly turned out to be filled with Super Mutants. Some of the recruits worried about the numbers.
“Keep firing! They bleed just like everything else!” Sarah Lyons hollered in encouragement. Many shots went off from both sides, Nika taking down what ones she could before ducking behind a wall. She ran from the wall when a shot hit next her head from a super mutant on the level above. She dodged back to the other side of the wall with her gun raised and emptied a clip into the previous super mutants head.
One of the recruits dropped from bullets that went through his armor, piercing his heart and killing him within the minute. Sentinel Sarah Lyons hollered at the Super Mutant, "You! You bastard! You'll pay for this! YOU WILL PAY!” She quickly killed him, turning into a pile of goo that she shot again in her fit. Nika looked around for remaining Super Mutants and so one coming around the corner with gun raised. She quickly pulled Sarah Lyons out of the way and dragged her behind a wall, barely missing the shots that were fired. Sarah cursed and Nika ignored her. She readied her gun and quickly darted out, shooting 2 shots into its head before she was knocked down. She guessed that if she didn’t roughly shove Sarah down then she would have had more back up. She shot 3 more shots from the ground, rolling out of the way as he fell. She got up and fired a few more shots for good measure before smiling as Sarah Lyons.
“You really can take care of yourself.” Sarah said in an approving tone. Nika smiled and looked around with her for any remaining as the soldiers re-grouped killing a few more until finally they came upon a large open area in front of GNR.
“Weren’t too bad civilian.” Sarah said as her group spread out in the area checking it for threats. Sarah and Nika began walking to the station when one of her men called out and the ground shook. As the bus shook the two went to duck behind the fountain, Nika became airborne and landed on her back from the explosion.
“Ow…” Nika groaned before getting up to look at the threat. She looked up, and up…and up. “What the fuck is that?” Nika said, debating on shooting it or not. She was pretty sure the bullets would just piss it off and not actually do anything.
“Behemoth!” Sarah hollered before opening fire with the rest of her crew, minus the one that was too close to the explosion and landed next to them dead, body cooked in its armor like being inside of an oven. “Grab the Fat Man!” She hollered and pointed to what looked like a missile launcher on steroids.
Nika ran to it while trying to figure out what the thing was, “What the fuck?! Do the Super Mutants grow up to be that? If so we are SCREWED!” Nika screamed to Sarah as she tried to figure out how to position it.
“Wha-? Shut up and fire!” Sarah hollered back and Nika listened, putting one of the weird mini-nukes into the ‘barrel’. She aimed for its head and pulled the trigger, sliding back from the force and missed her target and it fell into the weird basket-like object on its back (which purpose was unknown).
“Fuck!” Nika yelled in desperation as the nuke went off and knocked it forward to the ground with an ear-splitting bellow. It made the ground shake with the fall before it got up and set its sight on Nika. She quickly re-loaded and fired again, ignoring the proximity of it as the Mini-Nuke hit its target and killed it with excessive damage to its head. She had a large wave of radiation wash over her from the shot, though she ignored the tingling sensation and quickly backed up as the creature fell. She glanced at her Geiger-counter and saw it ticking at 265 rads, not bad enough for others to notice, but enough to wake her up a bit more. She chose to ignore it, wouldn’t be bothering her anyway with the mutation.
“Well damn! Not too shabby, civilian. Shame about my recruit… she had great potential.” Sarah said before waving her up to the door. Nika was quickly ushered in once she told them it was clear. She was pointed in the right direction and walked up the stairs, stopping at the top.
“People of the Capital Wasteland, it is I, Three Dog, your ruler! Hear me, and obey! Oh sorry, that's that other radio station. This is Galaxy News Radio: bringing you the truth, no matter how bad it hurts. Now the super mutants have been acting up recently. Plenty of maiming and killing. Some are even dragged off and never heard from again. Then again, if I was that green and ugly I wouldn’t be a happy camper either. I met this guy from Vault 101. Nice guy. Listen to this; another person crawled out of that hole. What the hell is going on down there? Revolution? Vacation? Somebody fart? Hell if I know. That’s all the news. Thanks for listening chillllldren! Keep fighting the good fight.” With that the man sitting at his switch board flipped a switch (ha!). He walked over and stopped in front of Nika.
“Now I bet your thinking who the hell is this guy and what can he do for me.” The man said.
Nika looked at him bored. “You are Three Dog. You can tell me where my Dad is. You see, for all of his intelligence, he seemed to miss the fact that when you have a kid, it’s a life-long thing. Sadly, dear old dad was an idiot with people and left me with a whole bunch of insane assholes. Anyway, location please.” Nika ranted, irritation at her father showing.
“Oh…yeah. Well, I do know where you father is. Let’s say a favor for some information.” Three Dog said with a hopeful yet expecting smile. Sadly he knew she would get that information one way or another. Nika sighed irritated.
“Would it kill you to do something for free? Really? Ugh. I am not even going to try to talk you out of this one, just send me on my way. Point me to the next damsel in distress, raider slaying, or whatever.” Nika said, figuring whatever he would have her do would help people anyway. Hell, maybe even let her get some more supplies and caps. She learned that going on side trips have helped her a lot, after all, it let her get more skill before going charging into D.C.
“Great,” He said, ignoring her obvious irritation. “So you see. Some of the mutants decided to shoot the shiny metal thing. Sadly, that shiny metal thing was the relay dish on the Washington monument. Now you can’t just go and use any old satellite dish. There is only one in the entire area, at the Museum of Technology on an old lunar lander. So go grab it and put it on the monument and you get your information on dear old dad.” Three Dog said and Nika grumbled a ‘sure’ before trudging out.
‘Guess I will just go and buy Charon…wow that sounds SO bad….’ Nika thought to herself. She quickly went back through the cleared paths, picking up all missed supplies from before. She was going to sell everything to Tulip. Nika rushed through before going back to purchase-no, HIRE Charon.
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Nika quickly counted out the caps on the counter before handing them over to Ahzrukhal. He pulled out a tattered piece of paper from his coat and crossed out his name on the back and gave her his pen to sign hers, she signed her name Nika Santiago in a spiky strip before folding it and placing it in her top over her heart.
“I will give you the pleasure of telling him yourself,” He said, glancing at her face as she smiled.
“My pleasure.” Nika stated before walking over with a triumphant swagger. She opened her mouth to speak before being cut off abruptly.
“Talk to-“Charon started, Nika put a finger on his lips causing him to both stop talking and draw back slightly at the contact.
“Not so fast big boy. I have your contract now.” Nika pulled back her hand and pulled out the contract to show her name on it. Charon looked it over critically before speaking again.
“You purchased my contract from Ahzrukhal? So, I am no longer in his service. That is…good to know. Please, wait here. I must take care of something.” Charon walked away promptly, leaving Nika in the corner as she slipped the contract back in her top. She watched the interaction, not wanting to get involved between them. Whatever was about to happen to the slimy ghoul was well deserved. Besides, she felt grimy from her initial ‘flirting’ and would feel better with him hurt or gone.
Nika watched their interaction, Ahzrukhal had the balls to say that Charon wanted to say goodbye. She snorted when he responded, “Something like that.” Her eyebrows shot up when he unslung his shotgun and fired a shot to the slimy ghouls head, causing Nika to dodge some brain matter, only being hit with a few specks of blood. She laughed softly when he fired an extra shot in the corpse’s head for good measure and she quickly wiped the specks of blood from skin and waited for him as he walked over to her.
“Well that was interesting. I am sure he deserved it but was the second shot really necessary? Was he going to get back up with his brains scattered or something?” Nika said, leaning casually against the wall.
Charon rose what remained of his eyebrows up, “And now, for good or ill, I serve you.” Nika bobbed her head in acknowledgement.
“Good or ill huh? Let’s hope it’s mostly good.” Nika kicked herself off the wall and fixed her top, pushing her breast back in so they were a bit more contained, though it was a challenge with her top. She gave up finally, her breast still moving slightly with every movement. She glanced back up to see Charon looking down intently, watching her. He glanced away quickly when she looked fully at him. Nika just walked over to the corpse that was once known as Ahzrukhal and picked her money off of him, happy to have gotten it back. “When did you last eat Charon?” Nika asked walking back to where he still stood.
“I last ate yesterday at 1pm, Ma’am” Charon stated, still staring at the wall.
Nika sighed, “Ok, let’s go get you some food.” Nika stated and shook her head when Charon still didn’t look at her.
“If that is what you wish Ma’am.” Nika just nodded her head and walked out and over to Carol’s Place. She sat down at a table in the back and motioned for Charon to sit. When he didn’t she sighed again, this was gonna take a while.
“Charon, please sit down and order as much food as you like.” Charon sat and looked at the menu before telling Greta his order of noodles with Mirelurk cakes. Nika ordered the same and a Nuka-Cola for each and paid for it. As they waited for Greta to grab the food and heat it up Nika spoke,
“Any questions you want to ask, you can. You won’t be punished for it.” Charon looked at Nika for a while until the food arrived. Nika murmured thanks to Greta and spoke again, “I would like if you asked what you wished.” She said, in a vague version of an order.
Charon nodded his head, “Why did you buy my contract Ma’am?” Charon said, looking at Nika. Nika swallowed the bit of food in her mouth.
“I disagree with slavery for one, and two, I need someone to keep my dumbass alive. The whole slavery thing though, can you just be freed?” Nika asked before eating more of her noodles.
Charon shook his head, “I can’t be freed like that. I was brainwashed, I follow whoever holds my contract. Physical violence on your part invalidates our contract Ma’am.” Nika nodded her head and looked at her food, eating the remains of her noodles. She slid the bowl to the side and moved her Mirelurk Cakes in front of her.
“So the only way to end the contract would be to sell it or really harm you…neither of those sit right with me. How about this; say, do, speak, whatever you want. All I ask is you help me out and keep my dumbass alive.” Nika said cutting into her steaming cakes and eating a bite. She glanced down and saw that Charon had begun the same process.

“You want me to try and be free? Is that your order?” Charon asked, stopping eating his food as he waited for her answer.

“Well, live as free as you can. I don’t fully understand the limits of your contract, so you will have to let me know as we go.” Nika said as she cut into her second cake.

“Very well Ma’am.” Charon stated and resumed eating his food.

“That’s another thing…do you have to call me Ma’am?” Nika asked before finishing off her meal.

“I will call you whatever you want me to call you Ma’am.” He stated before eating his last bite of his food.

“I want you to call me what you want to call me…just not Ma’am, Madame, or anything else that implies that I am old or deserving of importance, because I am no more important than any other. Remember, I want you as free as possible…and implying that I am deserving of respect doesn’t sit right with me. You don’t know me, so you can’t respect me yet. Besides, you are now my partner in this lunatic-asylum known as Earth, so let’s be on some more friendly terms than that.” Nika said before drinking her Nuka-Cola…do those things rock or what? Pre-war people must have had some major addictions to them because the bottle caps from them funded the current economy.

Charon curved his rough lips up in a smile, “Very well…Smoothskin.”

Nika raised an eyebrow in amusement at this and just chuckled, “That will work.” She stated and tipped back the remains of her drinking, licking the final drop from the rim. It was too good to waste.

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Please review, it encourages the plot bunny to keep hopping (sadly it isn’t the energizer bunny, this one runs on reviews).
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