War…. War Never Changes

At last free I thought, free of the training, the painful genetic modifications that they continuously badgered us with, free of the constant fear that you would be next, that you would be taken in the night to return in the morning, with you personality and freedom of thought gone without a trace, and you may ask who is committing these atrocities, well people of the American wasteland, how would they this before the war, oh yes "your tax-paying dollars hard at work". Yes people I mean the good ol' U.S of A or at least what's left of it, unless you suffer mental retardation you should realize by now that your not in Kansas anymore, well actually if your from Vaults 95-99 you are in Kansas, or at least what's left of it, but that's not the point, the point is the world is hostile, radioactive and Fucked Up Beyond Repair. So kiddies if your still interested I would like to share my story to you.

My name is Matthew Doherty, it is not my real name as I was born without a name, I was born with a serial tag, it was I362H7B, I was born and raised in Vault 50, as little of you probably know the vault's weren't meant to save anyone, they were a social experiment, any problems you may have experienced in your vault were not fluke they were planned by Vault-Tec and the government, the purpose of Vault 50 was to bring in soldiers and general's alike, and have them breed with each other, these children born of one side strategist one side soldier, the perfect weapon able to think up quick plans and then set them in motion but, to keep them in check, every night they would take one soldier child and mess with their mind, they cut out parts of their brains that allowed freedom of thought and replaced them with cybernetics that linked the lobotomized children into a hive mind, they not only did that but before they were " changed" as I like to say, they pumped us up with anabolic steroids and other drugs that made us stronger, faster and meaner.

On the night of my being taken, August 12th, 2279, my 15th birthday, they tranquilized me and dragged me to the medical facilities to see the dreadful Dr. Augustus "Death" Deaht. It was then I was dropped onto the operating table seemingly unconscious, seemingly, little did the security officers in their blue Vault 50 combat armour with their R91 assault rifle's realize, was that the lone dart they shot at me, that was headed straight to my foot, a strange area to target I had been thinking but also thanking god for it because when that dart hit, in the gap between my big and index toe the needle did nothing but prick my skin, to make the illusion of it hitting, I held in between my two toes, I then dropped faking my unconsciousness, they being simple security guards believed my ruse, they then grabbed me and threw me into the black burlap sack we called "The Lobotomy Bag". I was lying still in the burlap sack, I moved to grab the dart and hold as if I were going to stab my way out of the bag and that was it. When the placed me on the table Dr. Deaht came to unzip the bag. When he finished and looked at me his visage turned from that of sick enjoyment to that of complete terror, for on my face was a grin so utterly terrifying it would send chills down even the Pint-Sized Slasher's back, I muttered "Dr. Death here's your fix", and then, with one swift motion Dr Augustus Deaht had one hundred milligrams of bear tranquilizer in his eye.

Before they could sound the alarm the two guards were dead, scalpels effortlessly thrown into their jugulars, "now came the hard part" I muttered to myself as started changing into their combat armour, which would have been way to big for a normal 15 year old boy, but thanks to genetic modification I had the body and appearance, of a muscular, athletic 21 year old man. After grabbing all their weapons ammunition and equipment I started heading for the large, formidable and unfortunately for me tightly sealed 5 ton tungsten steel door with the letter fifty engraved on it in yellow, I passed all the security checkpoints with relative ease until, I reached the door, the door designed to withstand nuclear blasts, normally someone would give up at this point, but not me, not when I had fifteen pounds of C4 explosive and a stolen Missile Launcher with a half a megaton payload on my side. I quickly placed the C4 and backed away to a safe distance, like symmetry, I quickly detonated the C4 and then even quicker launched two missile's at the door, when the smoke cleared I heard the guards coming, and not just guards but also some of The Changed as well, not even thinking I rushed out of the busted steel door, never looking behind me, into the cold endless night that was the nuclear winter wasteland some would call post-war Manhattan.

To be continued in Volume 2.