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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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Hello Citizens of Capital Wasteland! This is your author speaking, listen and obey! Hehe, had to. Strange compulsive urge. I actually have a rough plan for this story, which I haven’t really had for any others. So there is hope! Normally I get a concept and just sit and write. I did that with this one in the beginning…and now I actually have a game plan! Woot! I hope my writing style is actually improving, so peeps, let me know. Thank you all my great reviewers for helping me improve my story and keep the tune of the story right! I love you all! So please, sit back, grab a drink, and enjoy the read my lovelies!

Disclaimer: Don’t own, never will. That is why it’s called FANfiction…not OWNERfiction.

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One month of traveling with Charon and Nika was getting irritated. It seemed that him picking what to call her was all she was going to get for him loosening up. The man barely said anything to her except for a random snide comment and then silence, like he was afraid she was going to change her mind on his freedom. She hadn’t done anything of the things she had been meaning to. Mostly just killing raiders, super mutants, and numerous other creatures; just wondering around to get a feel for her new companion and getting better at surviving in the wasteland. She didn’t trust him enough to let him know before what she was doing and why. She had to trust the man before she really went diving into the unknown…like tracking down her father who was on a humanitarian kick. While she knew absolutely nothing about Charon at this point, she did know that she could at least trust him at her back.

She rolled her shoulders at the thought, two weeks in and a raider had managed to sneak up on her and plunge a blade into her right shoulder. That shoulder is cursed, first the collar bone area was shot to hell, then cut apart for free medicine, then stabbed….this would be a great time for me to add on the ‘what else can happen?’ that every main character in an old horror flick utters. Nika thought with a silent laugh escaping her. Charon had shot him in the head after the first strike and wordlessly helped her treat the wound. One of the few signs of life from him so far. She thought while looking at him walk silently next to her.

He hadn’t asked what they were doing yet, nor did she expect him to. She really wished she could make him uncomfortable by showing off to much skin for the umpteenth time, but since she was in Super Mutant territory she decided against it. As much as she liked that attention and was amused by the reactions, she wasn’t stupid in the matter….and she really didn’t want to paint a bulls-eye on herself. She just knew that out here everything goes, so why not use your given quality? She liked the power she had, the attention that was given to her, just for showing a little bit of skin, what every woman had. It wasn’t like she was showing never seen things, just showing more than was typical. Control was huge with her, since you couldn’t do anything really of your own choosing in the vault. Maniacal overlords…. Nika stopped pondering when they got to the museum doors.

Charon looked over at her, “Smoothskin, why are we at the Museum of Technology? I don’t think the Super Mutants in there are worth the supplies you will get from them.” He stated.

Nika smiled up at him, “I need something in there. You know the person Three Dog is always talking about? Yeah, that’s me. He knows where my low-life dad is, but first I need to do him a favor and get him the correct dish and put it up so he can broadcast farther. So let’s have some fun.” She said laughing and bouncing on the balls of her feet before raising her eyebrows expressively and lifting her gun in the ready position and charging in with Charon shaking his head and grumbling behind her before following with his own hail of gunfire to the Super Mutants inside.

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Nika had shot and killed in sync with Charon throughout the Museum, up until when she got to a spot she never wanted to be at again.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Nika muttered before walking into the vault area as the sirens went off. Nika walked over and cut the wires on the speakers while Charon looked on with a silent question on his face…though it was a bit hard to read.
“I hate that sound. It was the end of my time in the padded cell and forced me into the rest of the insane asylum. At least some of the members are enjoyable enough. Still obnoxious as hell though.” Nika said and Charon nodded his head in acknowledgement. They walked though as she growled at the demonstrations that played, happily shooting the speakers that she couldn’t reach. She was feeling extra hostile now that she was IN the vault. “Vaults are evil tin-can insane asylums that should never have existed. So many people went insane, so much brainwashing…” Nika said and glanced over at Charon. “Sorry, didn’t mean to mention brainwashing.” She said, afraid that is would upset him.

“I must follow my contract, I have accepted that. I have had plenty of time to.” Charon said in an indifferent tone. Nika let it drop as they exited the vault and went back on their killing-spree. It’s nice he wasn’t touchy about the brainwashing thing anyway.

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Nika looked angrily at the toolbox at her feet and then back up at the satellite on the space station. Out of all the wrenches and screw drivers in the box there were none to fit the ones bolting the satellite on. Charon looked at her as she screamed in frustration and kicked the box, tools flying everywhere. She swore a stream of curse before Charon sighed and walked over and slid the Satellite out of its hold, up and out. Nika stopped mid-rant and glared, “Damn you. Now I really look stupid. ” She muttered.

He looked at her as he handed the dish over, “I don’t think you needed my help for that.” He said with a rare smirk.

“Screw you! Who puts fake bolts on a thing anyway? I mean really, what was the point?” She said irritated before going over the strap the dish to her bag. Charon had taken everything heavy from her to make it easier to carry beforehand.

“To allow people like me to laugh at someone trying to unscrew them” Charon said wryly. Nika glared, she was happy he was starting to show signs of life though, even if it was at her expense.

“Screw you.” She said and pulled her heavy, awkward pack on and they walked out.

“So where is this damn thing supposed to go?” Charon asked as they walked.

“Where else? The Washington Monument. Fun fun.” Nika said still irritated. Charon stayed silent. Great, two steps forward, one step back. There is improvement, but not by much. Nika thought, her mood souring again. It took a lot of work trying to make him loosen up. While he looked at her when she tried to do things that were suggestive and sexy he never showed any real reaction to it. She figured he had to like what he saw or else he would have looked away.

He was a puzzle to her she needed to solve. He wouldn’t do anything truly without an order and he followed his contract-holder anywhere. The only way out of the contract was to severely injure him and mean it, and she couldn’t do that. The words were perfect, the contract air-tight. Nika sighed in frustration at her dilemma, she had spent so many nights looking over that old piece of paper and saw no way out of it. Even if she did hurt him, he wasn’t truly free. He had to go find someone to take the contract and then follow them. The contract was all that mattered, whatever it said, he had to do. She had sealed the contract in her armor now, not a great spot for it, but at least it wouldn’t be lost or stolen. There was truly no way to actually free him without fixing his brainwashing….and their technique seemed impossible to change.

They stopped in front of two Brotherhood of Steel members, one who looked like he wanted to shoot Charon by how twitchy his trigger finger was. Nika glared at him as he spoke, “Leave civilian. This is Galaxy News Radio property. Unless you are here to fix the relay dish you cannot go up.” Nika’s glare worsened.

“Funny. I was just wondering around with this giant dish on my back for fun wondering who would ever need it, but now that I know it’s you guys I guess I will have to get rid of it. Three Dog sent me you dumbasses.” Nika said annoyed. Really, how many people walked around with giant dishes on their backs? Nika thought irritated as the men almost bristled. Keyword being almost, you couldn’t really tell with all the armor.

“Very well, you and your….companion can go up. Take as long as you need to fix it all, it won’t be an easy task.” The dumbass-I mean- Brotherhood of Steel member said in an annoyed tone.

Nika gave a very fake smile, “How courteous of you.” She said as she walked by with her shadow, otherwise known as Charon, followed her into the elevator. The ride up was silent, though it was a new experience for her. They got out and she went and looked around to see how everything was set up before dropping her bag down.

“Get comfortable, we are staying the night up here. I am not risking dropping the thing that we killed for because I couldn’t see what I was doing.” Nika said and got a curt nod from Charon. He sat down on a nearby chair as she plopped on the bed that was close. She pulled out to cans of cram and two boxes of dandy apples, handing one of each to Charon. They sat in silence as they ate, Nika looking out at the horizon in interest.

“I never realized how pretty the sunset was when I am not killing or dodging a rain of bullets.” Nika said as she looked at the setting sun tinting the world an orange hue. Charon grunted as he looked at it, Nika wasn’t sure if it was an affirmative or not but she gave up on that topic. She finished up her meal before slipping her hard leather top off to her small tank top underneath that only covered the essentials before walking over to the side to look out at the wasteland, her pants riding low on her hips.

“The view is beautiful up here.” Nika said, seeing the decrepit wasteland as beautiful for once. The sunset made even the crumbling buildings look nice.

“It is a nice change.” Charon said and Nika glanced back at him, surprised that he has spoken. He was looking at her only. She sauntered back to the bed and sat down.

“Can I ask you a question smoothskin?” Charon asked causing Nika to raise her eyebrow.

“By all means, ask away.” Nika said.

“Why do you dress and act the way you do.” Charon said bluntly. Nika raised her eyebrows at the question and got back up and walked back to the edge. Delving into that made her uncomfortable.

“It’s…complicated.” She started, glancing back at him. His focus was fully on her. “I guess it is because I didn’t really get any real attention was I was younger, my father was always working and never really paid attention to me. When I was old enough to read he stopped pretending at being a father and just treated me as an assistant. I held onto a childish belief that my father really did care, that he just didn’t realize what he was doing…but I am just lying to myself. It’s sad and really cliché, but I just want that attention I never I got when I was younger in any form I can get. It’s so….ridiculous.” Nika said before opening a beer from her pack and downing half the bottle.

“I guess I would still have been flirty and attempt smaller stuff even if I had that attention when I was a child, but never to my current extremes. I started acting on my want for attention very young. The human mind is a funny thing, you more than any other should know that. The sad part of this all is that I can analyze myself so perfectly because my father was also the vault physiologist. Man, can’t get any more of an awkward family than that.” Nika said before turning around to face him, leaning against the rail finishing off her beer.

“So it’s all because you didn’t get any real attention when you were younger from you father and thus crave male attention?” Charon asked trying to clarify.

“Basically, god that sounds pathetic…” Nika said and looked down. She tried to be outgoing and confident but she still had some insecurities.

“It is a natural reaction. Maybe you should just try and tone it down some; it is not healthy to be like that with so many people. ” Charon said in a form of comfort. Nika jerked her head up and looked at him; he never said her name before. It was strange to have him try and comfort her, she really appreciated it. She gave him a watery smile and walked back to the bed, and sat down.

“Thanks, that means a lot. I don’t act like as slut tons, just when I want sex or there are no other means to get what I want. Sex pays…a lot. Thank you though. I guess I can try and react less on habit and more as the person I really am. Do you mind if I sleep on the bed tonight?” Nika asked, appreciating his gesture. She didn’t mean to come off sexual at all sometimes, it just happened. It was different of him to be comforting; it was a rewarding feeling to see that her hard work was making a difference.

“I will sleep in the chair….and….you’re welcome.” Charon said before lapsing into silence again after his bout of unusual conversation. Nika smiled softly and watched the sun finally disappear for the night. With darkness settling in and only a small lamp to give them light Nika quickly drifted off to sleep.

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