A stranger named six

Part 2

(Abandoned church)

(Sometime later)

"Forgive me father for I sinned," The courier whispered to himself as he saw the church broken in ruins.

The courier didn't know what to believe but he believed in a higher power. Was that why he was here in this unburned world? He knew after his long life would one day come to its end he would find himself burning with those he sent to hell.

Still that didn't mean he couldn't do at least a little good to help others from going down the path he took. Standing before where the altar once was he sat down on the steps holding his hands as in thought his forefingers together he touched his gasmask's front filter.

"What now?" Six spoke to himself.

That was the question scratching in the remains of his brain, he needed to hear himself say it out loud. For the first time in a long time, Six was lost. Nothing here was anything close to his home and he had no purpose.

No history.

No friends.

No Family.

He was truly alone, even during his time in Goodsprings he wasn't alone for he had Victor watching him from afar and got ED-E when he came to Primm.

Sleep...

He needed sleep.

That's all that matters right now.

But the question screamed in his brain.

'WHAT NOW!?'

He wouldn't sleep.

Would he bring this palace back up from the ruins and become its caretaker?

Would he become a doctor like how he treated those wounded men?

Would he become a farmer to grow the plants from his homeland?

Would he become a drifter in this world going where the wind took him?

Would he remain alone forever?!

Sleep would not come to him tonight, too much has happened to him in a short amount of time in one year. One year ago he was still human with friends and loved ones. All it took for that to change was one package and one year to change him into the freak nature he now was.

He had turned himself into something less than a man, something that was built for one thing and one thing only.

War.

"When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, "Come." And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from Earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him."

He was the blade that war would hold, the tool of the one who rode the red horse for wherever the courier went the rider was right behind him. Sometimes after Zion when Joshua spoke to him about the horsemen, he would have dreams of fire and blood where a man on a red animal held a flaming blade in his hand who stood on a pile of skulls of human and mutant alike.

At the end of his dream, a massive familiar blood-red cloud would engulf him before massive mushroom size clouds would glass the very sand itself. Then he was alone, standing on glassed sand where the rider would be before him on his horse looking down at the courier. Neither would speak a word as the horseman would ride off sheathing their blade as the six would look down to see the remains of Vegas frozen in glass.

The dream haunted him to the day up to the second battle for the dam and afterward, his dreams would be the same: A black void with nothing in it but himself.