"...Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...."

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"...Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world...."
-The Second Coming, by William Butler Yeats


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The human mind can only tolerate so much.
William learned this quite quickly. His life spiraled into hell the moment his father left their underground home, starting with, of course, the Overseer trying to kill him. He had succeeded in having Jonas, whom the Lone Wanderer thought of as an Uncle, killed by officer Mack.
That was when his darker side started to peak through the crack in his consciousness once more. The darker side of him had existed for many years, only he and Amata, his best friend, knew about it. It had surfaced many times, most notably before the G.O.A.T examination, when Butch began harassing his sole friend in the artificially lit hellhole known as Vault 101. Butch was making crude, sexual comments

(I could show you a real Tunnel Snake, Amata)

and otherwise emotionally damaging the girl. William was never a violent person, preferring speech to fighting, but this was a step too far. The darker side of him whispered repulsive things into his ear, brutal ideas for killing Deloria in particular. He fought this, but failed. It taken over him. He grabbed Butch by his gaudy hair, slammed his head into the metal wall, and repeated this several times. It seemed to begin and end withing seconds, its climax when Butch fell the ground, a broken nose being the most prominent of his current injuries. Blood gushed out of it rapidly, as the Tunnel Snake groaned in pain. William taken the switchblade sheathed in Butch\'s pocket, and held it threateningly towards Wally Mack. He was well aware that Paul was no threat, just a follower to two leaders. They ran, dragging Butch towards the doctor\'s (his father\'s) office.
Amata looked terrified. The soon-to-be Lone Wanderer knew there would be repercussions, but he currently lacked the emotion to care. He was in a sort of trance, barely registering what happened, with a glazed look over his eyes. William snapped out of it, stumbling a little while he placed a hand to his forehead, and shook it off. He never would have had any idea what happened if it wasn\'t for Amata, who recounted the events to him not long after the G.O.A.T.
Then his father left the Vault.
Soon, the Overseer ordered that William was to be killed, held his own daughter captive, and, under threat of torture, ORDERED her to tell him where William was. Before any of them had any idea what was going to happen, Officer Mack was on the ground, a large hole in his head. Amata fled, screaming, and the object of Alphonse Almodovar\'s hatred appeared in the doorway, then quickly left, leaving his home behind, his final action saying goodbye to Amata.
He searched for his father for months, eventually honing his skills to near-perfection. While listening to the radio on his Pip-Boy one day, he came across a distress signal from a man named Wernher. Saving the escaped slave, he was asked to travel to the Pitt, the ruins of Pittsburgh (Clever, huh?), save people held under slavery by the Pitt Raiders, and to find a cure to a deadly disease which plagued them. Without spoiling the details, this ended in the hundreds of slaves, the very people he came to save, staying in slavery, albeit with many of them dead. He sacrificed all these people for the child of a man named Ashur, leader of the Pitt Raiders. He had no idea why he did this, but he did. William supposed it was the stress of the situation, combined with his own morality, that caused this. He was always kind, constantly helping people in need, even after he left the Vault. He thought of this as he downed a bottle of scotch, which was thrown to the side along with it\'s five other empty brethren. He was close to his breaking point, but managed to keep himself steady via the constant stream of Alcohol going into his body.
Not long after, he managed to find his father, both of them feeling sick to their stomachs at the crazed Dr. Braun. They never stopped the whole way to River City, except for a brief conversation about why he left. William never gotten the chance to tell him about what happened in the Vault. Hell, he was never given the chance. James had a drive to him, now his only care in the world being Project Purity.
It was that project that was the death of him.
After his only parent\'s death (so his precious little experiment could survive) the Lone Wanderer became suicidal, eventually talked out of killing himself by his few friends in the wasteland. They consisted of Billy Creel, Gob, and Moira Brown, the last of whom losing her usual teasing, yet friendly, tone, when they went to stop him.
The thing that broke him was his final visit to his old home. He lost the will to even care what happened then, his dark side taking over not long after he left. Amata kicked him out. The person he thought of as his best friend (and also the girl he loved, though she was never aware of this.), had forced him from the place he grew up in, after saving them all. The (now retired) Overseer was shown reason by the Lone Wanderer, after much convincing, and surrendered his title to his daughter.
That brought William back to the Pitt, where he would roam for several years until he returned to the Capital Wasteland, a changed man. A darker man.

His only thought was what to kill next.

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Decided to post a story I wrote awhile back for my Lone Wanderer character. I started off as a good guy, but I wanted something a bit more....Chaotic. I eventually decided that, hey, the Lone Wanderer must have had a pretty traumatic life after, and before leaving, the vault. I\'m posting this on both the FO3 and FNV Nexus, the latter getting far more attention, the former being the appropriate Nexus.