I can still feel the pain on my skin, the sound of leather snapping against my back and the yelling of those who hurt me rings in my head. After all these years, the screams only became louder, tears dried out the day I was left behind, yet I can't stop them coming… so I shed blood instead. Staring into the wastes, I only see death, countless graves, slowly grinded down by the raging sand, bleached by the unforgiving sun.

I step outside the caves… looking down at the canyon, loneliness is all I find. My lungs are burning, muscles aching, head spinning, teeth and fangs grinding. I hunger… so I leave, making my way down the rocky paths, the air filled with sand, gunpowder and blood. I hear the heartbeat of prey coming my way. Fools, they know I'm here, but they always come this way. At first they were defenseless, the next time they brought weapons… now they carry firearms, useless.

I know… I know what I am. Once a human, weak, a helpless soul, a scared child weeping as the world burned around her. I threw all that away… I am different now… I… I am no longer… one of them… I… I am… DEATH!


A roar of some sort was heard echoing through the canyon, making the caravan and it guards to stop, they began looking around in distress. One of them spotted a tall, muscular figure dashing down the rocky cliffs, charging at insane speed. Claws ready, horns out… it was Her. Guns lit up, shots were fired; She leaped and caught the first human that got in Her way, claws tore onto soft flesh, fangs sinking into the man's throat only for Her to rip out a large chunk of flesh.

The others kept firing, but in vain. The bullets either glanced off her skin, or even if they managed to find their way through the natural armor, pain could not stop Her ferocious hunger for flesh and blood. Her eyes darted at the next prey, a terrified merchant, spitting the blood out, she jumped away from the corpse, with claws sharp as blades, She rendered the light armor useless, sinking into his flesh, the man screamed with agony and fear, a soothing melody for Her ears.

Those who heard the tales, ran as far as their legs could take them. The fools who thought they can take the beast down, soon fell prey to the rampage. The rocky walls of the canyon, now tainted with blood, carried the dying echoes of another caravan.

I felt as warmth escaped their skin, hearts stopping, pumping the last ounce of blood out of their soon to be cold bodies. Warmth… their warmth… so strange… feels so strange their blood against my skin. I felt the pain, as their bullets pierced my skin. The pain only made it more satisfying to rip them apart… make them feel pain before death. I can still taste the blood in my mouth from earlier; I left the bodies to rot, maybe this time they learn to keep out or they'll just send more, I don't care… more lives for me to reap.

I killed the cattle they used to carry their junks; dragging its fat body up to my cave was slowly becoming a routine. At least I'll have something fresh to eat… eat… I have a feeling this morsel won't be enough… day after day, I've started to become hungrier… bolder… bigger… I shaked my head and continued up the steep path, with my prey leaving a bloody trail behind.

At the top of my lookout something foul hit my nose, a stench I knew… a familiar stench that enraged me. The beast inside me growled and before I knew it, I was growling as well… my humanity… slipping… day by day, moment by moment… no matter, as long as I'm able to tear and kill… I don't care about the monster I'm becoming.


New project idea... I know I shouldn't be coming up with new stories until I finish my ongoing ones, but... this is something I feel I have to write down and publish while its hot in my mind.

The short summary is, that I went back playing some of the older fallout games and while doing so, I had an idea involving deathclaws. As an enemy, they are ferocious in the games, and their scale in Fallout 4 demonstrates the mutant killing beasts they are so well, while in Tactics some of them are sentient enough to talk. Well... I played with the idea and ended up with this story.

Bad? Maybe. WIll it work? Maybe. It is just fiction, I'll just delet it if it goes flop.

Anyway, I hope you like the prolog. There will be more if you are interested!

Until next time!