Prologue: The Mouse Trap

Today... in 2208... a single mansion sits in the state of West Virginia... travelers passed by and walked to the mansion to see if they could rest, or trade...

They were never heard from again...

West Virginia was never bombed... because it was such a rural area... but travelers still pass through there.

The mansion was in the middle of nowhere... and it was owned, by a single man and his brother...

They got joy out of other people's pain... this is their story... and mine...

A lone traveler, walked up the path that led to a large sized mansion on the hill. There was a forest behind the mansion.

It was a dark night, there weren't even that many stars in the sky... just darkness.

There was one light on in the mansion, as the traveler could see it glow from where he was standing.

He saw a figure through the window, and it was as if he was looking at him.

The traveler looked back at the window when he realized someone was looking at him, and the light was off.

The traveler got his pistol out and loaded it just in case.

He had a bad feeling about the mansion, but he had been traveling for a whole day, and he needed to rest. Maybe he was just seeing things.

He continued to walk up the the path to the mansion, still having his gun out.

He made it to the porch, he looked around.

The porch, like the mansion looked very, very old.

The whole porch was covered in dust, like if nobody had ever stepped on the porch for a hundred years or more.

He began to walk up the porch's stairs, and he was shocked when he heard the creaking of the stairs under him.

He walked towards the door, and he saw that there was a ding bell.

He pushed the button to ring the bell, but instead of hearing the bell ring, the wooden boards he was standing on disappeared like a trap door, and he fell down it.

He was in a dug hole. It was deep enough where he couldn't climb out of it.

The hole was dark, and he stumbled around, but then he looked to his feet, to see a lighter placed on the ground.

He reached down and grabbed the lighter, his hands shaking, as this was the most scared he had been in his whole life. He had touched the dirt that he was standing on, and he noticed that it was wet with something...

Whatever it was wet with, it stunk...

He stood back up, now that he had the lighter.

He turned the lighter on, and the hole was illuminated by the flame's light.

He immediately dropped the lighter when he saw the three skeletons that were in the hole with him.

But unfortunately, when the lit lighter hit the ground, the whole pit was set ablaze.

The dirt was wet, because the owner of the mansion had poured a can of gasoline into the pit. He had made a perfect trap, for whoever was stupid enough to try to enter the front door.

The traveler screamed at the top of his lungs as he burned alive.

There was a tall, large man above looking down into the pit and laughing.

The pit was deep enough, where the flames would have no chance of spreading out of the pit and onto the mansion.

The man closed the trap door and laughed as he still heard the screams of the man burning alive.

He clawed at the dirt around him trying to climb up but he couldn't do it, and he ended up falling back down.

He screamed one last time, and he died, burning alive...

Another traveler was walking through the forest.

He was heading towards the northeast. He was planning on going to the Capital Wasteland.

He saw the mansion past the forest.

He walked to the back of the mansion, and saw the entrance to a cellar outside.

He checked if the door was locked, and strangely... it wasn't.

The traveler got out his rifle and proceeded carefully. He was wanting to scavenge whatever he could find here, but he had a bad feeling about the mansion.

He opened the cellar door and looked inside of it.

It was completely dark, and he smelled a foul smell coming from the cellar.

He walked down the steps into the dark cellar, hearing the creaking of the steps.

He stumbled around in the dark trying to find a light.

When he found the switch of a lamp, he pushed it's button to turn on the light.

Suddenly, the dark cellar was illuminated by the light of the lamp.

The traveler screamed when the light came on, because the whole cellar was filled with dead bodies.

Hanging on hooks, chained to the wall, everywhere.

He fell onto the floor because he tried to run as fast as he could out of the cellar, but tripped due to his fear.

His rifle slid towards the wall that was in front of him.

He looked to the wall, and he was scared out of his mind when he saw what it said on the wall.

There was a sign on the wall that said "You've come too far" written in blood.

The door to the right of the sign swung open and a man in bloody metal with a mask stepped into the cellar.

He had chains wrapped around his arms, and he had a cleaver in his hands, and was laughing.

The traveler immediately turned around and crawled up the stairs to try to get out of the cellar for dear life but right when he was almost outside of the cellar, the cellar door slammed shut by something outside shutting it.

He screamed as loud as he could when he was dragged back down into the cellar from the top of the stairs.

He clawed at the stairs desperately trying to get a hold, but he couldn't find one.

The masked and armored man was laughing at the traveler's attempts to break free of his grip.

One by one, he was dragging down the stairs, still struggling.

The man unwrapped one of the chain around his arms and he smacked the traveler with it.

He screamed as the chains whipped his body.

The traveler desperately crawled for the rifle that was still on the ground.

He grabbed it, but just then his hand was stepped on by someone else.

The man screamed as the steel toe boot was put on his hand holding the handle of the rifle.

He looked up and he saw a brown haired man that looked less demented than the masked one.

He smiled at the traveler, reached down and grabbed the rifle, then hit the traveler with it.

The rifle had hit the traveler in the head hard, causing him to be knocked out.

The last thing the traveler saw before he passed out was the brown haired man standing beside the masked one... smiling.

"Ahahaha..."

My name is Hank... and I am that traveler...

End of Prologue: The Mouse Trap

A fallout horror. It will indeed be interesting. Also, this story is not for the faint of heart. It's only gonna get worse from here. If you felt a sickness in your stomach while reading the prologue... well, maybe that's a sign you shouldn't be reading this story.

Adios.

~TGG333