Ring-A-Ding-Ding

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fallout series or its characters. Fallout: New Vegas along with the other Fallout games belong to Bethesda and all those awesome people. This story will follow the adventure of my female Courier character, Chloe. It will not follow the game so much as the story progresses! Remember, this is mainly a F-Courier/Benny pairing, but may also have a tiny bit of F-Courier/The King, and F-Courier/Swank, as well as a helping of BoonexCass. Anyways, I hope all of you enjoy! Thanks!

Prologue

Chloe didn't remember much after the blow to her head. She just remembered getting intercepted on her route to New Vegas from Primm. All she could recall was that she was somewhere on I-15, near Goodsprings. A group of Great Khans, but also a man that stood out from them, had surrounded her with weapons that made her forget about the peashooter she had on her waist. Chloe should have taken the Sheriff's advice and brought along more firepower, maybe even a mercenary. But who the hell would want the oversized platinum chip she was carrying to the big city? It wasn't worth anything...

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, voices echoing around her and making her head ache some more. She could hear dirt being scraped away as someone dug a hole. Her blurry vision slowly cleared, and she could see a Khan digging a hole not far from her. She tried to focus on the voices, hear what they were saying and what they sounded like. Her body ached all over as she tried to move. The smell of fresh dirt and cigarette smoke stung her nose as she forced her limbs to move.

"You got what you were after! So pay up!" A man said.

She heard a soft chuckle, and she recognized the voice that answered. "You're crying in the rain, pally."

By this time, Chloe was able to get to her knees. Her wrists were bind with rope. She tried to pull them apart, but the rope only dug into her skin more. She kept blinking, watching as her vision cleared and cleared. The twilight had long vanished from when she was last conscious, and now a black sky full of bright stars ran the length of the Mojave sky.

"Aw, look who's wakin' up over here," another male's voice chuckled.

It was useless to keep fighting the rope. Chloe peered up to the men who did this to her. Her heart jolted as she recognized the faces that ambushed her on her courier route. There were three Great Khans. One was digging the grave not far from her left. She realized she was in some kind of cemetery. The three other Khans stood around the man in the checkered suit…the man that had smooth talked her earlier before a striking pain to the back of her head knocked her out cold. He was smoking a cigarette, and grinning down at her. They had torches lit to see out here in the vast darkness. In the distance, a pack of coyotes yowled an off-tune song.

The man in the white and black checkered jacket tossed the cigarette down to the ground after one last drag, grinding it into the dirt with his boot. "Time to cash out."

Chloe knew this was bad, but she didn't quite feel afraid. Her instincts were screaming to be scared, but she was more confused than anything.

He took a step towards her. The Khan on his right heaved an annoyed sigh, seeming to be more nervous to Chloe compared to the others.

"Just do it already!" he snapped.

The suave talker held up his hand to silence the bigger man. "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face," he said, his eyes going from her to glance slightly at the bigger, dark-skinned Khan. "But I ain't a fink, dig?"

Chloe tried to talk, but her throat was so dry. She tried to figure out what exactly was going on here. She knew she was about to be killed, and still she wasn't afraid, still only confused. She knew the man in the checkered suit knew something about the platinum chip that she didn't, but why did he have to kill her for it?

He reached into his jacket, pulling out that platinum chip that she could have swore was worthless. Her head pulsed in pain. He showed her the chip, a metallic shine bouncing off the torches and burning her eyes.

"You made your last delivery, baby," he told her gently.

Actually, it was only my first… she had tried to speak those words, but they only came out as thought.

"I'm sorry you got twisted up in this scene," the man in the checkered jacket said, putting the chip up. He then pulled out a handgun, and it was then that fear finally struck Chloe. The gleaming pistol went down to his side, and she looked back up into his dark eyes. She saw him pull back the hammer to cock the gun, its soft clicking seemingly to echo in her ears.

He gave her a look as though he should explain. "From where you're kneeling, it must seem like an 18 karat run of bad luck." He slowly aimed the pistol at her. Chloe swallowed, trying to speak but everything was spinning right now. "Truth is…the game was rigged from the start."

Chloe knew what was about to happen, and yet she didn't close her eyes. One last look into her killer's eyes, and then she heard the blast and the fire from the shot blinded her. Everything went black, no pain, no nothing. Only a cold darkness swept over her, taking her into some kind of oblivion that was full of numb shadow.

A/N: Short, yeah I know, but I tend to make my prologues short! The next chapter will be coming soon, and it will definitely be longer! Thanks for reading and I hope to hear feedback from all of you! More of the storyline will be given as the chapters come as well! Thanks again! :) Who likes Benny even though he's a cheating bastard? I know I do! XD

A/N 2: This chapter has been updated! Feb 2018