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Moon Rise - Ch 1/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:46 am (UTC)(link)Tags: Violence, Gore, Angst
Summary: Follow James on his journey from Vault 101 to Vault 112, which becomes eerily similar to the plot of the 2011 film The Grey (also starring Liam Neeson.)
Chapter 1
Sometimes when James closed his eyes he could still see Catherine as she was that bright July morning, laying on a cold steel desk. She took his hand in hers, dark eyes almost sparkling in the half lights of the Jefferson Memorial, her grip as strong as it had ever been. Her hair stuck to her face, stray curls slick with sweat... the little details of her face permanently etched into his mind because after that day he would never see her again... not really.
Her lips were chapped from the Wasteland as he leaned down to catch the words she whispered to him. "Don't be afraid."
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The doctor snapped awake, sweat sticking to the sheets of his bed, empty without the presence of the woman he once loved so much... still loves. She was immortalized in the form of their child, a constant reminder of his failure to save a world too foolish or impatient to save itself. He rose, pulled on his boots with a mechanical precision even in the darkened room, and stepped into the main room. As he grabbed his lab coat he paused to get one last peek at his heir, the only trace of his that will remain in Vault 101 soon.
He and Jonas had agonized over it... the decision not to tell, but neither of them know how the Overseer may react to their plan, so they kept it secret. He knew there would be ramifications, but if he could spare even one innocent it will be enough, so he pulled on his lab coat and shut the door. He paused to touch the frame around the quote in the living room, Revelation 21:6, one last reminder for his child of the importance of charity... of sacrifice.
Then he left the room, heading down the hall at an even gait, ready to meet Jonas and end the farce that was his life underground. He was ready to get back to the surface and do his part to help save the world from itself. He was ready to finally do right by his wife... by the ghost that haunted him.
Moon Rise - Ch 2a/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:50 am (UTC)(link)Catherine reached out to him, her long, dextrous fingers running against his cheek like a warm breeze on a cool, autumn afternoon. Once upon a time they had joked that she could have been a pianist with those fingers, if she had only had the reflexes. Instead he kept his cheeky remarks to himself, enjoying the simple touch and the feeling that came with it. She had become his sanctuary... his refuge from a world of pain and torment.
"Don't be afraid," she insisted, only to be torn from his arms by the sound of gunfire.
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James forced the images of what had happened to Jonas back in the Vault from his mind in order to focus on what was happening around him. He had asked the old woman, Grandma Sparkle, to let him rest in her back room for a few hours. It had been a long run from Megaton toward the city... toward the possible information Three Dog had for him. His eyes narrowed as he realized the sound of gunfire was present, not a memory of what the Overseer had done.
He sat up and reached for the .32 he had stashed in his jumpsuit pocket, moving toward the window. He spotted the old woman, her rifle drawn, aiming at a group of vicious dogs that prowled toward the wharf. The lead dog was large and black, like a nightmare come to life in a world full of oddities and horrors. However, the woman did her best to hold keep them from charging, moving backward slowly toward the shack.
Some selfish, frightened part of him considered feigning sleep to avoid being drawn into the potentially deadly conflict. However, the spiritual weight tied to him refused to let him act like an innocent or a criminal, forcing him to open the door and beckon to the old woman. "Sparkle, hurry!" he insisted. "I'll cover you!"
She nodded, still moving backward because if she turned they would rush her en masse and rip her apart. He kept his pistol levelled, ready to wound if not kill whichever animal made the first move toward the old woman. He was sweating again, feeling the tension and anxiety about making a mistake... about losing someone's life. She had nearly made it when the unthinkable happened... Her boot caught on the leg of one of her tables and she suddenly went down, a shriek of surprise escaping her.
All at once the trio of animals lunged forward, a surging tide of fur and frenzy, ready to taste meat. Her rifle went off, wasting a round on the sign over the door while he tried to line up a shot on the lead beast. He squeezed the trigger, only to see the monstrous dog dodge to one side, so the bullet grazed its side, slamming into the animal on its flank. James blinked twice, wasting just enough time the animal on the Alpha's left could scamper up and catch the woman's leg.
She tried to kick the beast in the face and only succeeded in making it jerk her to one side as the Alpha came forward. The doctor had no idea how to react, seeing the fearless animal coming at him so quickly... so fearlessly. The black beast stood between him and the horror, its bright, golden eyes locked on his like a man daring him to accept the challenge. As a man of honor, he took the shot, firing at the beast in the hopes of wounding it while the old woman screamed.
He missed. The Alpha bared his teeth and took off, running into the scrub grass with his partner on his heels, leaving the woman to lay there, torn open, agony escaping in equal parts with the blood. The dusty dock refused to absorb it at first, just letting the red slide over the warped and tattered brown boards. The dogs were gone, so James raced to her side, wishing he could save her, but knowing not even a Stimpak could deal with the trauma she had endured. He had only seen one person walk away from a wound like hers, but Cross had been in the care of Rothchild, not him.
Moon Rise - Ch 2b/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:51 am (UTC)(link)Immediately he set aside his pistol and took her hand in his, forcing his voice to be calm. "Keep looking at me," he insisted, meeting her frightened eyes with his own. Hers were grey and bright, almost wild, all whites and little in the way of pupil as adrenaline tried to keep her alive despite the blood loss. "It's alright. It's alright. Look. Look at me. Keep looking at me. It's alright. It'll slide over you. It'll start to feel warm. Nice and warm. It'll move over you. It's alright."
Her gaze seemed to center on him at last, her eyes meeting his, still in the haze of trauma and pain, but verging back into humanity.
"Let your thoughts go," he told her. "Hold the good things. Hold the good things, yeah? Who do you love? Who do you love, Sparkle?"
"My boy, Joseph," she murmured, her words little more than a cough filled with blood.
"Is he your son?" he pushed, thinking of his own child, safe in Vault 101.
"Yes," she agreed, her pupils beginning to dilate.
"Let him take it then," he insisted. "Let him take it." A spasm ran through her as the fear began to fade, her gaze starting to drift slightly. "It's okay. It's okay."
She just nodded before that last shuddering breath escaped her. Her neck relaxed, head eyes fully dilated, and she died there in his arms, making his heart ache with sudden agony, reminding him of so many others. Madison had told him he was too sensitive about things like death... That it made him soft... made him willing to throw away so much work over an imbalance of hormones. Maybe it made him soft, but he doubted he could ever be as hard-hearted as she had become.
James looked up from the old woman's body as the dogs howled, hidden somewhere over the crest of the nearest hill. He said a brief prayer over her body before grabbing her rifle, glancing around him for signs of the animals, and preparing to cross the bridge so he could venture underground and into D.C. proper.
Moon Rise - Ch 3/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:53 am (UTC)(link)Days later, James emerged from the GNR building, glad Three Dog had eyes and ears everywhere, hoping he could get to Rivet City without anymore deaths on his conscience. The Paladins up ahead were standing close, looking out at something, so he walked up in order to join them. That was when he saw them... a dozen dogs of varying sizes waiting across the parking lot. At the back of the group stood a familiar shape, the large, black Alpha.
"That's just damn peculiar," one of the men stated. "You ever see that many of 'em in one place?"
"I've heard stories about Denver told by men like Elder Lyons," the other replied. "What I don't understand is why they haven't attacked yet."
"They aren't looking for you," the doctor murmured. "I think they're looking for me."
"Don't be silly," insisted the Paladin, as he levelled his Gatling Laser. "Get lost, Mongrels!"
A few red lights sent the beasts racing away, braying in a kind of primal rage he could not define. He had never heard of dogs stalking a man over a distance like that, least of all coming over the surface while he was in the underground, aside from myths and urban legends. It was possible they had come on their own, but he thought it had to do with him... with what he had done or failed to do. Maybe it was because he never got Project Purity online or because of all the things he let slip between his fingers over the years.
Moon Rise - Ch 4/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:54 am (UTC)(link)James could feel Catherine with him, her arms around his shoulders, holding him close. He wished he could stay with her forever like that, an embrace full of love and hope rather than pain or despair, but the world needed him. He knew he would wake up soon, back in the world with the travelling merchant, the guard, and the pack Brahmin, making their way toward Rivet City. He wanted to get there before the wild, hairless, relentless dogs came upon them again.
In the dream he buried his face in her hair and spoke to her, saying things he had not been able to articulate when they really held each other like that. "There's not a second goes by when I'm not thinking of you in some way," he insisted. "I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me. But I know that will never be. You left me and I can't get you back."
She pulled back and looked at him, her sad, dark eyes on his as she touched his cheek once again.
"I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed," he insisted, holding her tightly, unwilling to let her go again. "And I feel like it's only a matter of time. I don't know why I'm saying this. I don't know what can come of it. I know I can't get you back." He saw her, crying for him, even as he longed to do the same for her. "I don't know why this has happened to us. I feel like it's me, bad luck, poison. And I've stopped doing this world any real good."
"Don't be afraid," she whispered, just before someone's hand came to his shoulder, shaking him awake.
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James was laying on a folded blanket, looking up at the man in the grey suit, his red tie standing out like blood as he knelt there. Fear lingered in his green eyes, the brilliant irides standing out against the tan the Wasteland gave him. The man had given up hope for the human race, doing his part to (as he said) "help ease the suffering of my fellow man... for a price." He was a cynical drug pusher operating under the guise of a healer, but options were short and at that point he would rather sacrifice his morals than his life because the dogs were still following him.
"Did you hear me?" Doc Hoff gasped. "We have to get moving. They've caught up to us, probably drawn by the Brahmin."
He looked out into the night, turning his back to the fire as the growling grew more intense, reaching an almost fever pitch. Then something roared and another greeted it. A shriek escaped the blackness, an animal sound of pain. He had seen it often enough in the Vault and the Wasteland, as someone with the means and the put down those that resisted. The caravaner was right: It was time to move on.
"What was that?" the man hissed.
"The Alpha," James replied, thinking of the big, black dog. "They went at him, he put it down. Whatever... whatever that challenge was, the Alpha put it down."
His travelling companion, a hardened Wastelander, nodded in return as they both stood, preparing to get moving before the pack found them. The Mercenary had taken out a handful during the day's march and both men had done their parts, the hunting rifle and 10mm sub-machine gun both kept up to the task by the merchant. As long as they made it to Rivet City they would be okay... Once he arrived and spoke to Madison, convinced her to rejoin the Project, they could wait out the animals.
Moon Rise - Ch 5a/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 03:58 am (UTC)(link)Madison told him she had better things to do with her time and resources than chase some old dream... some meaningless bullshit from their past. Maybe she was right. Maybe she had a future on the boat, but he had nothing. He had to keep chasing the dream... fighting the good fight, as Three Dog said. The DJ reminded him of his father in that respect, though his old man was a right old bastard in every other way.
James found a pair of mercenaries, a hard case called Diaz and a more laid back man called Talget who were willing to offer him an armed escort in exchange for some caps. He suspected the pair might kill him as soon as they left the boat, but he needed the muscle because the dogs were waiting for him. They were hiding off the path, behind the rocks and around the bends, leaving the tattered remains of a pair of Super Mutants as their calling cards.
He led the mercenaries to the Jefferson Memorial and helped them fight their way into the Rotunda. They had heard about the dogs from Hoff, but it was not until they prepared to leave and the animals rushed forward that the men gave any credit to the old drug pusher. The three of them drew themselves back into the building, using a heavy, metal footlocker to brace the door. They sat in the giftshop, heating 200 year old salisbury steak over a hot plate when Diaz decided he was done playing nice, and started bitching.
"Why are you constantly breaking balls and bitching about everything?" Talget sighed, nudging his food with a scavenged spork.
"Cause I wanna live, motherfucker," his partner retorted, grumbling. "Do you understand that? I don't want some stray dog shittin' me out in this stupid building."
"You're scared," James murmured, looking up from his food. Catherine had always somehow managed to make something edible from the old crap they found in the ruins, but without her it was just mystery meat.
"What?" the hardcase demanded
"You don't need all that nonsense, all that chest puff and bluster," he added, thinking of the way Butch DeLoria and his gang liked to pick on his child. "What's wrong with being scared?"
"I'm not scared."
"You're not?" He was incredulous.
"No."
"I'm terrified."
"I can tell." Sarcasm was always such a treat.
"And not an ounce of shame in saying it," he added, hoping Diaz could finally see the point of it all. "I'm scared."
"That's because you're a punk. I don't walk through this world with fear in my heart."
"You pick that up in the holding cells back in Rivet City? Somebody scribble that in the Muddy Rudder's toilets?"
"You better take it easy, motherfucker," came the counter. So he could dish it out, but not take it?
"Talking tough means nothing now," he countered. "You're not scared? You're a fool. Worse, you're a bald-faced liar."
"I should have checked your chin in the fuckin' boat," the man snarled. "Get up! Come on! Get up, you big Irish fuck. You wanna knuckle up?" Diaz got to his feet holding his combat knife, acting like any mercenary that need to establish his place in the pecking order.
Moon Rise - Ch 5b/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:00 am (UTC)(link)Rather than reply verbally, he elbowed his only potential ally in the face, causing him to tumbled back onto the dirty floor. "Get the fuck off me!" he bellowed.
"Son of a bitch!" came the pained mutter of the wounded man.
James watched as the man faced him, feeling his own blood rise at the senseless disregard the Mercenary had for those that might help him. Still, there was no point in making the same mistake, so he held his ground as the man continued to make a production of his anger rather than acting on it. After all, his time in the Vault may have made him a little rusty when it came to brawling over something as simple as a disagreement.
"Let me show you how this is done," the fighter insisted. "Put your fucking hands up!"
A sigh escaped the doctor before he started to rise, feigning reluctance, before suddenly kicking dust and metal shrapnel from the decaying columns into the other man's face. Recalling the way he had scrapped with a few NCR men as a youth, he tackled him, pulling the knife from semi-pliant hands as the man tried to shield his eyes. The old tricks were the best as they struggled apart, one holding the knife while the other wiped at his face.
"You motherfucker!" Diaz yelped.
"Cut this out!" he insisted, trying to emphasize the need for order and structure in their actions. "Do you hear me?"
Before the man could reply, a lone growl greeted them as the trio suddenly found themselves looking at the big, black dog. It stood there, no more than five feet from their little camp, its backup nowhere in sight, but the point was moot. None of them had their weapons on hand and before any individual could get their hands on one, the beast would end their life. It had already proven it carried at least rudimentary intelligence, so instead they held their ground.
The animal paced forward, looking at the three of them with those eyes... savage, but brilliant, a killer without the fear or lack of memory that kept most dogs subservient. The feral beast paused and simply backed away, moving into the shadows of the building like a ghost. They held their breath until they heard it climb over the footlocker and out the door, into the night and open air. They had survived, but so had the enemy...
"What the fuck?" Diaz gasped, trying to get his head on straight. "What did it want?"
"You," he lied, needing to believe for just a second that the animal's game was not about him.
"Diaz, please don't do that shit to me again," Talget muttered, rubbing his aching nose.
The man said nothing in response, simply returning to his position around the hot plate, his expression clouded by some new emotion. For just a second James dared to hope the man might be the one to help him get Project Purity back on its feet. He was strong and able to learn, a potential ally against the dangers of the Wasteland, especially if he had Talget there to support him. The doctor looked down at the knife and prepared to return it to its rightful owner...
Moon Rise - Ch 6/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:01 am (UTC)(link)Talget died... They had been crossing the Potomac when they came to a ridge. He and Diaz mad it down just fine, but Talget slipped, went tumbling, and wound up closer to the dogs than them. Before they could get to him one of the bigger dogs stood over him, dead grass caught in a scabbed wound on its side. As it looked back at the oncoming duo, the grass ran over the man's face and the shock made a smile cross his face.
Despite the distance, James heard him say "Hey, baby girl."
It echoed in his mind as the hot summer air seemed to shimmer around him in the lull just before the animal grabbed his leg and dragged him off into the brush. He and Diaz were firing and shouting, but there was nothing they could do but watch as he vanished. No matter where they went the animals were always one step ahead of them, ready to pounce. All he could think of as they started walking was the story Talget told them about his daughter, the only real discernable bit of depth or passion around the soft-spoken man.
"My daughter, Mary, she's got really long hair, almost down to her waist," he had told him. "In fact it's the one rule, my fucking ex respects: I'm the only one who cuts her hair. She does this thing, she'll come and hover over me. I'll just be dead asleep, and she'll start swinging her head back and forth, tickling me with her..." His voice had nearly broken as he thought about the child, safe somewhere in the Wasteland or perhaps long dead care of the many horrors that lingered within it.
"...with her hair all in my face and she'll be laughing like crazy. Just...it's a certain type of laugh, you know, when a kid goes past laughing to laughing like a..." James could still hear it... the strained echo of a child's cackle, reminding him of the way his child used to laugh when playing with Amata while he tested the capacity of Vault's spare Water Chips. "Like they can't really breath. Sound more like an old man than a kid. I miss the hell out of that kid."
He felt his chest ache as he thought of the life he left behind in 101, his heir hidden away in a world of restrictions and without imagination. What would Catherine have said at his decision? Maybe things would be better when Amata became Overseer... Maybe the Vault would make a respectable citizen rather than someone "selfish and insubordinate" as Alphonse claimed he was. He still felt fresh outrage over the man's lack of vision for his home, his people, or the world, but he could also understand the desire to hide from the past and the damage it dealt.
He remembered what he told Talget about missing his daughter and the hope of seeing her again. "You should. You know that? Those parts of your life, whatever they might be, make you want that next minute more than the last. Make you fight for it."
It had not saved him from death... It seemed nothing would save any of them from death... Nothing would save Project Purity from obscurity or make Catherine's death anything but a waste... Still, he and Diaz kept moving, needing to get to Vault 112 and search through the ruins for any information left behind by Dr. Stanislaus Braun or Vault-Tec about the Garden of Eden Creation Kits they had manufactured. The mission had to come before his feelings, be they pain, fear, or shame.
Moon Rise - Ch 7/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:03 am (UTC)(link)Diaz gave up after the dogs attacked, mutilating his leg enough he had to be helped along. He did not go toward the nearest town, but sat down on a ridge overlooking the stretched out plains of the Wasteland and the brilliant red sunset. James tried to get him to keep going, but he told him the truth about his past: All the future held for him was a Slavers death when the guys from Paradise Falls or the Brotherhood of Steel found him. The former would think he had skipped out on them and the latter would take him down for his Karma.
The doctor nodded, not judging him for his past but because of the help he had given as they crossed miles of the Capital Wasteland for another man's dream. He could have vanished into the townships they had come across but he had not done it, sticking with a potentially lost cause. The former Slaver had to be helped to the perfect vantage point so he could enjoy the sunset, offering a strange explanation for his choice.
"I feel like that's all for me," he replied, gesturing the the violet and crimson dappled earth. "How do I beat that? When would it ever be better? I can't explain it. I don't have the words, brother." A little trickle of moisture escaped his left eye, but they both pretended not to notice. "My first name is James."
The man who had crossed the Wastes on a promise and a dream smiled and stepped forward to shake his hand. "James Ottway."
Diaz managed a laugh at his own expense. "Of course that's your name. Thank you, James. Thank you. And good luck."
The doctor was most of the way down the nearby hill when he heard the first sound of scrambling paws and low growling. He was already too far to help his travelling companion, but part of him wanted to go back to say he tried. So many people had died because he had tried, but not hard enough... not fast enough... not smart enough... not well enough. he shut his eyes and thought of Catherine before one last gunshot echoed through the air and he knew James Diaz was dead.
Moon Rise - Ch 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:04 am (UTC)(link)The baby was born. They did the gene projection and there was no doubt in James' mind that he was going to have quite a bit of trouble come puberty because of the crowds that would gather outside their home. Catherine had agreed, laughing so sweetly over their child's bright future. He had been just about to start really planning their future when her voice broke through the haze of paternal pride, altering him to something... off...
"James?" she murmured, even though he was standing right beside her.
"Catherine?" he gasped.
"James?" There was a rising urgency to her tone as the heart monitor's beep became irregular.
"Catherine!" he exclaimed. "She's in cardiac arrest! I'll start compressions!" He paused to spare a glance to Dr. Madison Li as she stood there, eyes wide with shock as the woman he loved lay on her desk, potentially dying. "Get the baby out of here! Move! Move!"
He had done what he could, but the equipment was outdated and inferior to what they had used back west. She was bleeding out and her heart just couldn't take it. He was crying before she died in his arms. One last message from her lips to keep his spirits up, through her pain and growing weakness. "Don't be afraid."
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James woke up a second too late. The Alpha was there, alone yet again, one massive paw between him and the rifle he had scavenged from Wilhelm's Wharf. It looked down at him with its almost human eyes and he felt it hold itself back, waiting for him to stand. The beast looked at him briefly before he understood its intentions... This was the end... the moment where only one of them would walk away.
"Okay," he nodded, thinking of the pistol in his pocket. "Okay."
The animal growled acceptance.
James thought of his wife, lost before she could ever hold their child. He thought of that very child, growing up in the cold depths of the Vault without him to depend on anymore... Of Moriarty and his little schemes. Of Grandma Sparkle who had given him a place to rest and food to replenish his spirits. Of Three Dog and his good fight that happened behind closed doors and across the Wasteland. Of Hoff the drug dealer/doctor and his caravan that helped him cross the open ground. Of Madison who had turned her back on him and their once essential mission. Of Talget and his daughter who would never see each other again in that life... And last, but not least, or James Diaz, the former Slaver who found peace overlooking an empty valley in a ruined world.
All of them were standing with him as he looked down at the big dog, watching him with its teeth bared and its almost human eyes. The doctor let go of his pistol and nodded. "I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end," he murmured, summoning up his strength as he closed his eyes and clenched his fist. "I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life..."
The beast snarled and he met it as it charged. Then all the rest was violence, pain, and inevitable darkness as he found himself floating in the void, one word echoing around him in her voice. "... freely."
"Hello Catherine," he murmured.
"James," she whispered.
"I think I've lost my faith," he told her.
"Don't be afraid," she insisted, and for just a second he felt her hand ghost over his cheek. "A part of me is always with you."
When he woke up the moon was high above and every part of his body ached, but he was alive. If he was alive then he had a job to do, so he took one last look back toward the river and the hills that had marked his journey. He pumped a stimpak into his aching limbs and drank a bottle of water that had lingered too long in his pack, forcing him to spit out some of the stale water. Then he dusted himself off and kept going because that was all he had left.
Re: Moon Rise - Ch 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 08:21 am (UTC)(link)A!A here!
(Anonymous) 2013-02-09 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Moon Rise - Ch 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)A!A here!
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 05:42 am (UTC)(link)