Sins, Cola and Sarsaparilla

Prologue

"Holy shit! Blondie is still alive! Chance! Get over here the damn chems!"

"No fucking way! Hey! You were right! What should I give her? Psycho? Buffout? Jet?"

"Dumbass, Med-X and Stims maybe?"

"Oh, yeah, right. Right. There's a reason you're the thinker, Cherri."

"I know. Now stick her! That's it, Med-X right in the heart, if that don't get her up, nothing will."

The woman lurched into a sitting position, and Cherri shrieked, jumping backwards, putting her obnoxiously tall brother between her and the woman.

"Well hey there, pretty lady. You know where you are?"

The woman looked around and frowned, putting a hand to her forehead. There's a bullet shaped scar visible when she pushes her hair from her face, and her left eye is clear, milky white, an angry looking scar running through it. She shakes her head.

"Okay, simpler question, what's your name?"

She doesn't answer again, shaking her head and moving her hand run across her scarred eyelid. Her other eye wells up.

"That question is clearly too hard, Chance. Let's try um... where are you from?"

The woman coughs, hitting her chest a few times. When her voice rings out, it's clear, and soft, and an accent that neither of the twins had ever heard before.

"Originally? Or, recently? Boston, I... Diamond City... Red Rocket... Sanctuary Hills... Kensington... I... I don't know."

Cherri and Chance shared a glance, the woman was clearly insane.

"Alrigh', my turn. How old are you?"

"That's a stupid question, and you aren't supposed to ask a lady that, that's not polite."

"Two hundred and... Gosh, I... I don't quite know."

"Two hundred?"

The twins said it in unison, their four dark blue eyes blinking down at her, and then they looked at eachother.

"Chance? You don't think?"

"Oh, I do."

"The Goddess."

"Immortal?"

"A white haired angel?"

"One eye?"

"Well, evidence certainly points to her being the Goddess."

"Our Angel of Death. She finally arrived."

"Oh, Angel! You've no idea how long we've been waiting for you! Ever since those slavers took us from Lamplight, and we joined that raider gang! Gosh, I'm so glad we've finally found you."

"I'm not..."

The woman freezes, her words trailing off. She thinks about how she was last described on Diamond City radio.

Travis had called her that.

"The... angel of death?"

The twins chatter excitedly, squeezing eachother's hands, before turning back towards her.

"Oh, Angel, what can we do for you? Anything! You name it! Us and our Flock now serve you."

The Angel blinks, looking down at her hands in her lap, lifting her shirt slightly to look at the healed wound through her stomach.

"Bunker Hill... The Institute, the... the synth."

She pauses, closing her eye in thought.

"No more running. We have to find her. I have to stop her! She's going to hurt him or, I don't know! He'll think she's me... We need to go to Nuka World."