Fallout Antiquity

Chapter I

Blood falls out of my mouth as my vision blurs and I hit the ground hard. Unable to move my hands that are tied against the chair I am sitting in, I hit the ground face first. While feeling soaring pain rush through my face, I also feel a pair of hands grab me and pull me back up. I spit out the blood that has formed in my mouth and look up.

The bright light shining into my face illuminates the figure standing in front of me in a shadowy presence. The bright light didn't allow much perception so I couldn't make out exactly where I was, not that I even remember how I got here.

"You've got ," he pauses as he kneels at my eye level, "Tenacity. I like that. Makes this more fun," he continues as he slips off his leather gloves and puts them in his side pocket. "John is it? That's what I hear the guards call you. Seem they know you quite well. Nod if you're name is John or if I can call you John." I slowly nod. "This is how it's going to go down. Simply put we saw you enter that building, and when we entered said building the main computer oddly has its memory wiped with only showing local vaults. Now it could have been done years prior and you found that computer in the same state has we have, but! That look you had when you left that building tells determination, not disappointment so you will tell us the location of a Vault. Once you do that I will order these gentlemen to safely take you back where we found you. Now where is Vault 44?"

My eyes widen as I hear him calmly say those words but I don't respond. Again, I fall hard to the ground, again I feel soaring pain running through my face, and again I spit out blood as I get picked up.

"Where is that Vault?! Where is Vault 44?!" shouts the figure as he kneels closer to me. This time I could make out a white suit and combed back blond hair but his face still lingers in the shadows. In response I spit what blood formed in my mouth into the man's face. He wipes it off and punches me again. I get picked up again only to fall to the ground once more with searing pain.

"I can keep doing this or you tell me and avoid more trauma to your face," the man says as he kneels down to me as I still lie on the ground. "Where is the Vault John?" he asks in a softer tone, but I can tell he's trying to control his anger.

I look up and say, with what strength I had left in me I utter, "Go to hell." I feel his fist hitting my face multiple times, each strike sending waves of pain soaring through my face and my vision blurs even more.

Once more I fall to the ground coughing out blood. I notice the metal floor has small puddles of blood around my fallen chair.

"Pick him up," the figure says as he rubs his sore hands. I feel the hands pick me up again. "I've had enough of your arrogance John," he says as I notice  the guy behind me hand the man a large knife.

The blade glistened under the bright light the figure is standing in front of. "Maybe this will make you talk," he says, a smile forming on his shadowy face as he gently places the tip of the blade on my knee and slowly applies pressure. I groan as I begin to feel the pain pulsing from my knee.

Suddenly I hear a metal door open in a squeaky clank and see a person stepping in. My blurry vision and the terrible pain didn't allow me to see what the guy looks like.
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"Sir! Commander Jabsco wants to see you," he says, ignoring my presence.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" the figure responds with an annoyed tone.

"I don't care. He wants to see you now!" The man says in a louder tone before leaving the room.

The figure simply nods as he gets up and hands the guard beside me the knife. He then leans close to me and whispers "Shame. Just as we were having fun. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." He then approaches the man beside me again, accepting back his gloves and says to him "Tend to his wounds and take him to his cells. We can't have him pass out or die just yet. Don't let him out of your sight ok? Great. See you two soon," The figure says in a jolly tone before exiting the room.