This is my first fan fiction so, um, please review. I would really appreciate it. And , um, thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope that you enjoy. So, um, on with the story.

Fallout Equestria: Cruel Fate (Prologue)

Darkness.

Darkness was all I saw. My whole body hurt. Yet it was a pain that faded quickly. Meanwhile my vision adjusted to the darkness. I looked up and the memories of the previous day came back to me in a flash... well most of them anyways. I was being chased through the forest. As I ran, I was stupid enough to not look where I was going. SOMEONE set a trap for me and I fell. I must've hit my head on something cause I knocked out. And that brings me to my present state.

Looking around, I can already tell that whoever set the trap was in a hurry, for there were scattered branches that were sharpened as if to stab the poor prey who set off the trap. Yet the spikes were not set properly and were scattered when I fell in.

As I realized this, a sharp pain came from my side. Turning my head to look, I noticed a spike coming out from my side. Blood was starting to pool around me. Yet, most of the blood was not mine as I saw an unlucky victim not to far from me, already dead from blood loss. I got up to investigate the corpse when an even sharper pain came from my shoulder.

I looked up to see my pursuer looking down at me with an evil grin on her face. She then turned around and left, I suppose to look for another spike to throw at me. I quickly checked my wings to see if they were alright but sadly, I had broken one of them.

'Just great,' I thought to myself. I closed my eyes to think of a solution when I heard soft thumps on the ground. My alert and already trained brain instantly knew what was coming. At that moment, I made a rather futile attempt to hide behind the corpse. A rather futile attempt just happened to be a life saving attempt as the incoming projectile missed me by mere millimeters.

As I landed next to the corpse, I noticed what looked like a pistol due to the lack of light. In a flash, or at least as fast as my pathetic injured legs could take me, I made an attempt to retrieve the pistol. As soon as I had the 'pistol' in my mouth, I took aim...~

~When Angel saw this, she became furious. How dare Storm try to beat her at her own game! Angel then retrieved a Ruger P345 from her saddle bags and took aim at Storm...~

~He jerked his head up. Had he just heard that? As quickly as that question came, he discarded it. Of course he had heard that. He couldn't be mistaken. Anyways, a gun shot usually meant a fight, injury and possibly death. For him, however, it meant food...