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A few months later. I followed Kimy's advice and, with her help plus the assistance of Katy, Barney and Fahrenheit, I restored the mansion. We added fences, security turrets, a water source and even a wind turbine to generate electricity. I could also take the motorcycle from my old career for a spin. Everything was going great, and it only got better today: I had invited all my friends to come and celebrate my 29th birthday (or 239th, whatever). I picked up my yoga routine once again. I no longer had any worries since Libertalia. Everything was so peaceful here, the sea air and its gentle breeze soothing our souls. Katy loved the place, even if she occasionally joked me around, it was very nice to live with her, especially since she learned so many useful things from Barney. We just kept life simple, as I would have liked it to be at an earlier epoch. I decided to write down my entire history. Diamond City had this reporter named Piper. Maybe she'd be interested if I offered her exclusivity on my adventures. Who wouldn't want to know the tale of a past person who had been enslaved several times and managed to escape? Even for me it was still a rather mysterious part, I must have been blessed or lucky. I'd written enough, it was time for a break. I walked through my office to the terrace. I didn't really need to do anything with all the capsules I'd won at Nuka World, but Kimy kindly offered me to rework with her and I gladly accepted. I was mainly in charge of stocktaking and ordering, doing everything from the mansion, returning once a week to Goodneighbor to pick up merchandise. Sometimes I would test new devices in the basement to prevent Katy from taking advantage of me. Some kinks just won't go away... I wanted to do a bit of sunbathing. It was around lunchtime and my guests weren't supposed to arrive until later that afternoon. With my ass on the deckchair, my sunglasses on and my feet exposed to whoever might be watching, I knew I would have an amazing moment. Such a good time that I dozed off for a short while. It was a fine day to be outside enjoying the early summer. Of course, I hadn't considered a malicious teenager who disturbed my rest... Katy quietly sneaked up on me. Katy stirred me from my nap with her little hands tickling my poor feet. My first reaction was to laugh and prevent her from going on with her misdeed by folding my legs. She loved to toy around with me and she had mastered her craft. How could Katy know I was ticklish? I felt in a vindictive mood, and I wanted to teach her a lesson. "Come here, you sneaky brat, I'll teach you what it's like to tickle someone!" I chased Katy into the mansion. Damn, she was a fast little runner! Maybe my extra year had made me slower, that explained why she could outrun me so easily... These little moments were our daily lives, a pleasant contrast to my previous troubles. Katy led me into the dining room, where two of my friends were sitting. "Kimy? Barney? What are you both doing here? I expected to see you later." "Did she fall for it? Way to go, Katy, we told you she was ticklish, didn't we? Especially her feet." "So you're the one who snitched on me? How funny, Kimy..." "Come on Calista! She would have known sooner or later, she's far too smart." "I'm glad to see you both, obviously, but I'm still in my pyjamas." "Well, it's not like we've ever seen you naked before Calista, you don't have to play prudish around Katy. Besides, we came to wish you a happy birthday!" "And we brought a little present! Hand it over, Kimy." "You're right, Barney. Please, follow me outside Cali honey." We faced the sea. Kimy showed me the present she had brought along: "So what do you feel about this gift? Do you like it?" "Wow Kimy... I can't thank you enough! It's so beautiful." "I know, right? Barney and I found and refurbished it a few weeks ago. And since you told us about your voyage to Costa Rica, we thought you might want to try it again, this time with Katy." "I might even come to Goodneighbor with it! It'll be much nicer than taking the road." "Happy birthday Calista, I wish you all the best!" "Thank you Kimy, from the bottom of my heart. You are a lot more than a friend to me, you have taught and helped me so much in this world. I'm so thankful we're once again together!" "And I've been delighted with your presence since the day you came into my store." I squeezed her hand passionately and put my head on her shoulder. Kimy was truly a gem among people. She had returned from DC with new tattoos, but her sweetness and kindness remained unaltered. I felt proud to have her at my side. As we made our way back to the mansion, a well-dressed man straight out of my past awaited at the door: Wiecek, my former boyfriend from my days at Diamond City, had returned. "I leave you both alone, you have plenty of catching up to do." "Thanks, Kimy. What a nice surprise to see you again Wiecek! You haven't changed, always so classy and charming!" "Hi Calista, I'm glad to see you too! You look quite different, new hair color, no more tattoos... But you're still as gorgeous as the first time I laid my eyes on you." "Thank you, dear! You can't imagine what happened to me these last months... I've been on a wild rollercoaster ride." Wiecek had this special skill for soothing my mind. He took me in his arms before speaking some kind words: "Hey, whatever happened, you overcame it and that's what matters in the end. I'm sorry about our breakup, but now, I have my life in Pittsburgh with my family and someone else. Calista, you'll always be the most determined and incredible girl I've ever met. For that, I say thank you and wish you a blessed birthday." "Oh Wiecek... You'll be a sweet talker forever, won't you? I'm glad you're doing well and enjoying your life. We can still be friends, like in the good old days when we used to joke around..." "That's fine with me!" "Great! I should get changed, there's only one more couple of guests before we're complete, would you like to help me find an outfit for the day? You used to love doing that at the Red Seat." "Lead the way." We went up to my bedroom. I tried on a few clothes before finding the ones that suited me best. "What do you think? I love the blue shirt, it goes so well with my nail polish. And this necklace goes with my bracelets." "I couldn't agree more. You look lovely, Calista." "Thank you, Wiecek." Katy appeared, knocking on the bedroom door. Her little smile also meant she liked my outfit, but she wished us to follow her into my office. Katy pointed down the staircase. I heard a familiar voice, Fahrenheit's, complaining about something. "It looks like my last guests have arrived, I'm going down to greet them. Thanks Katy for the heads-up." "Go ahead. You look tense, just relax, it's your day! I'll stay with Katy and she'll show me around." "Fahrenheit, Aegis, greetings! I'm delighted to welcome you in my manor. Did you have a pleasant journey?" "There you are, Calista. We had a good trip, this handsome man here picked me up in Goodneighbor and forced me to wear proper clothes..." "I told you Fahrenheit, no way you're showing up in your raider gear." "You both look lovely, I'm glad I was the matchmaker to arrange it." "Thanks again, Calista. You can call me by my real name now, Arnold. I've stopped working at Nuka World and intend to move to Boston! Right next to that lioness." "Take it easy, tiger, we don't want to offend our young lady on her birthday, do we?" I was about to show them around when Fahrenheit interrupted me: "By the way, Calista, is it usual for you to walk around with your shirt half-open ? Not that we don't appreciate your breasts or your modesty, but think about the example you're setting for the little girl." "Maybe there's still some Starlight left in you Calista... I missed out on those gorgeous tits..." "Oh damn, you're right! I completely forgot that I'm walking around with my boobs almost hanging out!" Not that I disliked it. But it's true that I had to be a role model today. As I completely zipped up my shirt, Arnold brought a huge camera into the room. "Here's your present, Calista. From the entire Golden Globes team, especially Mr. Corsican and Charlotte." "Wow, that's great, thanks! But I don't know what I could do with it... This part of my life reminds me of when I belonged to Isabel..." "Don't worry about it anymore. After keeping her for a while, we hand her over to some mercenaries who run a correctional center. In a few months, Isabel will be the perfect slave for all the Paradise Falls enthusiasts." "Great. Maybe I'll pay her a visit... Okay, everyone's here, let's go outside! Arnold, can you put the camera outside, please? I might have an idea of how to use it." My guests have gathered outside on a balmy summer afternoon. We passed through the entryway where I stopped in front of the furniture. "Give me a minute Fahrenheit, I'm grabbing some footwear." "Like you wear shoes on a regular basis. Come on, everyone's waiting outside! You don't need them." "Alright alright, let's go." I hadn't prepared a text, I was just going to say what I felt in my heart. "Thanks to all of you for coming today. I'm thrilled to celebrate my birthday with you in my mansion, which you contributed to rebuild. As you know, I'm an elderly woman who is over 200 years old. I lived before the Bombs destroyed the Earth. I found refuge in Vault 111 and was in cryogenic sleep until I awoke over a year and a half ago. From then on, all my bearings were lost, and I became enslaved to raiders. I managed to survive and take revenge on them, thus starting my own tale." "I've done all sorts of things, from being a mercenary to being a mercenary's captive. From being a manager of devious devices to being sold at auction. From being a dancer to being a burglar. From being a traveler to being a castaway. From being a tame slave to being a porn actress. In all these slices of life, I've met all of you. Sometimes, you've exploited my ignorance of this world, but other times, you've both helped and supported me. I don't think I would have survived this long if you hadn't been there on my side..." "For that, I'm eternally grateful. Thank you, thank you everyone!" My guests, or should I say friends, all cheered me on. I received a standing ovation from them that touched me deeply. I finally had a real reason to look forward towards a brighter future, and it lay right in front of my eyes. "Thank you very much, but before we have dinner, I'd like to take a family picture together. Who loves me, comes with me!" There are two kinds of family. The blood relatives, who can never change, and those we make for ourselves, the ones that reflect our true nature. I had been lucky enough to meet all those wonderful people who showed me that the Commonwealth could bring positive things to a destroyed world. A glimmer of hope for tomorrow, immortalized by photography: Arnold the muscle man. Barney the wise veteran. Fahrenheit the fearsome leader. Kimy the smiling vixen. Wiecek the elegant embodiment. Katy the sly youth. And finally Calista, the humble heroine. Frequently barefoot, with a taste for exploration. It was the perfect time to make a break from it all. Or maybe not, who knows... THE END
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The orange wagon led to another train that was leaving the station. It was very short, with a total of four cars. I found a mattress to put Katy on, she was struggling to stay alive. Poor child... "How the hell can I help you? Please Katy, don't die now!" She stopped breathing. I couldn't let her go, I had to do something. I tried to revive her by doing CPR (CardioPulmonary Resuscitation) to get her heart pumping again. "One, two, three! One, two, three! Please Katy, come back to life!" I was able to restart her heart but she was still very weak. I had almost forgotten what I picked up earlier in the day. I grabbed the other Stimpak from my breastplate and stuck it in her chest. I hoped it would be enough to get her back on her feet. I waited for the Stimpak to kick in. When I saw Katy put her hand on her chest and move her head, I was comforted and glad, it worked and she seemed to feel better! She was going to need some rest. This would give me time to find out who was in control of our train. I was exhausted, filthy as hell, and my feet were aching, but I had one last thing to do tonight: figure out who was in the driver's seat and where the train was going. I climbed the crates between the car and the locomotive. I knew one thing for sure, I would sleep soundly after all that drama in a single day. I moved carefully until the doors of the locomotive opened and the pilot held me at gunpoint. "Freeze! Put your hands behind your head woman." "Okay, I surrender! Please, I don't want any trouble!" "What's that light around your neck? Are you a fucking slave???" "Look, it's not what you think, I've been through a bad day." "Like I give a shit. Get on your knees, slowly." "I'll come down and join you. If you try anything, I'll shoot you. Do you hear me, bitch?" I was bound to act quickly, the second he lost his focus, I had to get rid of him. My gun was still safely tucked into my breastplate. It was him or me and my choice was already made. The second he looked down at the crate I drew my revolver and dove forward. I aimed at his head and blew it off with a clean shot. That was my last stunt for the night, I was done, I just wanted to go home. I went into the train control room. I started looking at the dashboard until my eyes caught a map hanging on the wall that was not unknown to me. It was the map of the Boston area, my home... The terminal that controlled the steering system was running on voice recognition. "New destination, Boston, Massachusetts. Avoid the main roads, take the safe lanes." "Processing. ETA: 3 days." Now I could sleep peacefully. I slept like a baby in the driver's seat. I was so dead tired, my body needed a good break. I had managed to find a roughly cozy position where I put my dirty feet on the dashboard. They also required some care and attention. I was awakened by the sun's rays coupled with the railroad tracks' rattle. Outside, Katy was looking at the landscape, sitting cross-legged on some crates. She found a sniper rifle, the smart one! I joined her to formally introduce myself: "Hi sweetie! My name is Calista. You seem to be feeling better, I'm so relieved! It's safe now, we're going to my place in Boston, is that alright for you?" Katy didn't answer me. Instead, she stared at what I still had around my neck. I had completely forgotten about the collar, slave life habit... But this little girl was able to take it off! I sat down in front of Katy. She pulled a black rectangular object from her pocket and connected it to the collar. I moved my head slightly away to let her work some magic. After a few seconds, I heard several beeps and the pressure on my neck stopped. Katy took the collar and threw it into the wastelands we were traveling across. "Thanks Katy, my guardian angel!" She threw herself at me and kissed my forehead. I hugged her back. We had helped each other. I saved her life earlier, Katy saved me from being a slave. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that we met, maybe our destinies were meant to be the same. The three days of traveling flew by. I learned that Katy was mute, about half my age, a terrific markswoman with her rifle, and that she loved to venture out. I identified with her a lot, without the slavery aspect. The train had stopped under a station in Goodneighbor. We had gathered all the supplies from the train stored in a backpack. I got off first, and offered my help to Katy. "Take my hand, sweetie!" She pointed her finger at my bare feet. "Yes I know, I have no shoes and I couldn't find any on the train! Just hand me yours, I'm sure I can fit in them!" Even though Katy couldn't talk, she was very smart and very sassy. She apologized in her own way, making a heart with her fingers. "How funny darling... Mocking a barefoot woman... You're lucky I like you! Besides, we've arrived! Are you ready to discover my place?" I was so excited to get home, I took Katy's hand and started running up the station's stairs. "Come on cheeky girl! Let's see if you can keep up with a woman wearing no shoes!" She wasn't the only one who was clever at being sassy, I could be a little bitch too. And I had a lot more experience than Katy in this department. I took the longest bath of my entire life. The dirt I had accumulated over the past week required a good hour to wash off. Katy was reading vintage comics at the counter. Until something unexpected happened: "Well, look who's early on our schedule!" Wiecek had just arrived, I rushed into his arms. I was happy to see him again, and why I had fought so hard to get back to Boston. Because in the end, when our arms were around each other, all the worries went away. We had a lot to catch up on. I first made the introductions between him and the little girl I had rescued a few days ago: "Wiecek, this is Katy. Katy, this is my boyfriend Wiecek. To make it short, I met Katy when I came back to Goodneighbor. She was sick so I brought her back to my place to take care of her." I was still reluctant to tell Wiecek the whole story, I had to tell him about my findings during that night before I was abducted. "Katy honey, can you go play in the bedroom? I need to talk to Wiecek." She pointed dubiously at the room behind me. "Yes, please. I'll tell you about that life another time, okay?" "Calista, you don't have to take the kid away, I wasn't planning on sticking around anyway." "Oh, don't you dare say that to me! I need to tell you everything I've been through this week first." We sat down in the kitchen. I made myself some tea and explained my recent events to Wiecek: "The robbery went well, I had evidence to prove the cartel was involved in the slave trade. That was before I got into a fight with Isabel. She beat me up and turned me over to her slave-trading friend where I ended up tied up on a train. I was forced to struggle for a whole day to get out of that hell. Katy was there, we saved each other. It took us three days on a different train to get back to the Commonwealth. That's it, you know the full story, more or less. What about you, why did you come sooner? Are you going on a trip?" "Wow, that's a heck of a ride! But it now explains what happened this week. You created a monster. This chick, the Queen as she called herself, got into an argument with Liemanto over what happened to her. And guess what, she killed him. Mykola too. Luckily I wasn't with them at the time. I didn't hesitate, I sold the house to the mayor and got the hell out of Diamond City." "He wanted to play in the big league, he got what he deserved." "Damn it Calista, can you think any better? The cartel is gone, and we're next on her hit list! Especially you." I took his advice and sat down to think this through. I had to get past my trauma caused by those slavering scum. "Look Calista, we need to split up. I'm really sorry, but it's for our own sake. I'm going back to my family in the Pittsburgh area. With the house's sale, I bought you a boat, here is its key. It is docked at the Four Leaf Fishpacking Plant factory. You've often told me about your passion for sea travel, so I thought you'd be pleased. Leave Boston and don't come back. Farewell, my love." "Farewell Wiecek." We hugged one last time on the stairs. For the first time in the Commonwealth, I felt an emotion from an age long past: the sadness of a breakup. I was devastated, it had affected me so much that I was troubled by it.