Father Elijah Fallout Novels & Stories

“Peter, fuck… this is only going to make everything worse. They’ll put your name on Interpol’s red list, freeze everything you have here, say you ran because you’re guilty.” “Let them say whatever they want. I’m not rotting in a cell for something I didn’t do. I’ve known you too long to touch your family, Elijah. Someone’s using my name to fuck you over good. Find that person. Because I’m not coming back.” The call ended with a dry click. Elijah stared at the dead phone in his hand, the black screen reflecting his wrecked face. He threw the glass against the wall. It exploded into a thousand pieces.

Murphy pulled back instantly from her, holding her hand gently and taking it off from her face, her eyes held tenaciously while locking her gaze at her, speaking rigidly in a loud voice, "THERE IS NO ELYSIUM FOR THOSE WHO DIE COWARDLY! NO ELYSIUM FOR US EVEN! IT'S FOR HEROES! WHO DEFY THEIR FATES, AND DON'T SURRENDER! IT'S NOT FOR COWARDS LIKE YOU AND ME!".

"Not even a moment of hesitancy." Elijah shot him a glare at his commentary, letting him know that they weren't appreciated. When Elaine received the call, Elijah cut right to the chase and said, "I am going to text you a location. Turn up there. Make sure to be careful." He hung up the call next before Elaine was able to ask anything. This made Samuel hiss. "Truly heartless. That poor girl probably has all of her trust in you, and now, you are going to hand her over to the enemy. That betrayal is going to sting-"

Taylor. “Yes, yes, that's very good to hear. But,” her father said in a lower, more urgent voice. Melanie had to cup her ear to the door with her hand to hear what he said next. “Did you check for what we talked about, doctor? Is she still ... pure?” “The purest,” said Dr. Taylor, “I assure you.” Melanie heard her parents sigh in relief. She had to hold a hand over her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to escape her. Smiling to herself, she retreated back to her bed.

But then his phone chimed with a message and like a hungry dog, Elijah rushed for it, hoping that it was a text message from Amara. That bubble was busted the moment he saw it was from his father and more importantly, he became more furious after seeing what the message contained. [I did not raise you to be slow witted and incompetent, Elijah. Set a wedding date with Amara Crawford this instance and don’t disappoint me more than you already have.] Elijah’s worry momentarily turned into anger and he threw his phone at the nearest wall, shattering it and destroying the device. “Fucking idiot,” He hissed under his breath.

It was clear from the way he pulled me in that he didn’t want to let me go. “Let me introduce you to my son, Ethan Mason.” He said with a smile that made him look twenty years younger but I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. No. No. There’s no way the man I had a one night stand with is my husband’s father.

That was the beginning and end of his venturing into the woods. But of course, his father didn’t care. Eli swallowed hard, chest drawing tight. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak without breaking down and yelling that he did nothing to fucking deserve this. The window rolled back up then, and Elijah helplessly stood there, watching the car reverse and then drive off, disappearing into the fog. And then he was all alone.