prologue
War, a simple word but has such an impact on the world. Lives are easily lost and homes are destroyed, leaving many on the streets. All wars have the same effect and meaning, it never changes, never ceases. However, their is ONE war that destroyed more than homes and lives.
This war was the worst of them all, even though it only lasted two hours. This event destroyed the entire planet, turning it into a wasteland of radiation. Many humans too cover in underground vaults to wait out the destruction while the unfortunate had to take cover with what they had. Many people died while others were turned into radiated creatures now dubbed Ghouls.
The nuclear bombs and missiles fell and it only took two hours to destroy the Earth. After the destruction, the vaults opened, letting the survivors out into the newly destroyed world, however, one vault didn't open, it remained closed.
Some of the survivors left to reform communities, others went out to fend for themselves. Groups were formed, one devoted to protection, the other for controlling the wastes. The rest lost their minds and selves and started hunting their own kind.
The wildlife became mutated and the plant-life was dead or dying. Whatever food or water their was, people fought over it. Even in this world that was destroyed by war, it still continues, it never changes. Their is no peace or hope in the wasteland, it is just another war.
Because war, war never changes.
*~* FALLOUT *~*
A cold wind blew over a sand dune as the full moon shined brightly. It was silent in the wasteland as a dark figure moved through the still night. He was a handsome teenager with brown hair in a white T-shirt with a black leather vest and jeans. The teen listened before deeming it safe enough to sit on an old bench to sigh.
He looked to the sky as he thought of the people of the past. More specifically, the Great War that destroyed the Earth. The teen found it foolish how the planet was once a beautiful place. Now because of the fools of the past, the once beautiful world was gone, replaced with a world of radiation and no hope. Well, the teen hasn't lost hope however, he still held onto his hope because of what his grandfather told him.
He lived among a group of people that were deemed by others 'vampires', whatever that meant to the young man. His father ad told him to ignore his grandfather but he didn't listen, and he was told something that gave him hope. His grandfather told him about a prophecy that's been passed down for many years, since the first leader of their clan. The prophecy has been passed on through all of the capitol wasteland, but as time went on, it was ignored. It's still talked about, but people have lost hope and don't pay it any mind.
The teen hasn't lost hope however, he still believes in the prophecy. The teen leaned is head back and looked to the stars as he remembered his grandfather's words. "After two centuries of chaos, peace will come to the wasteland when a young man with eyes as black as the father night emerges from the sealed tomb that holds life and death." whispered the teen.
The teen sighed as he thought of his grandfather, who had died a few years ago. He never lived long enough to find out if the prophecy was true. 'It's been two hundred years since the Great War, the prophecy HAS to be true.' thought the teen. He sighed sadly when his head shot up.
A breeze blew over him but it held no chill, just a calm feeling, and their was no death on the wind, just a sweet smell. This shocked the teen, because of the Great War, it was always a summer desert with hot days and dead cold nights. A smile came to the teen's face and he looked to the night sky. "I knew it." said the teen. "Vance!" yelled a voice.
The teen looked to see a man near him. "Their you are son, come on, it's too cold for you to be out." said the man. "Coming dad." said Vance. He followed is father but looked back to the bench were the wind still blew. He smiled even more, it was finally time, it was here.
'The foreseen one has arrived.' thought Vance.
*~* GORILLAZ *~*
Machines beeped as a woman pants. She lets out a loud scream, gripping a man's hand tightly. "Come on Rachel, just one more big push." said the man. Rachel let out a gasp of pain, her long brown hair stuck to her sweaty face. Se gave a loud, sharp cry before panting heavily.
Cries fill the room as a young female doctor lifted a small baby up into view. "It's a boy." said the woman. "A son, oh Rachel we have a son." said the man. Rachel smiled as the baby was wrapped in a light blue blanket with a 101 on it. She was given her son and looked at him with tearful, joy-filled eyes.
"Oh David, he's beautiful." said Rachel. The baby had stopped crying and gazed at the woman before letting out a smile. "He is, he's got your smile." said David. "And your eyes." said Rachel. David looked to see his son's blue eyes gazing at him.
"Mr. Tusspot, what is his name?" asked the woman. "What should we name him?" asked David. "Honey, how about Stuart, I've always liked that name." said Rachel. "Stuart, I like it, Stuart Tusspot." said David. Rachel passed Stuart over to her husband who held him close.
"Hello Stuart, I'm your father." said David. Stuart gave a toothless grin and wiggled in his father's arms. "He's perfect David." said Rachel. David agreed and looked to his son happily. "I wonder what kind of future you'll have." said David.
Stuart only smiled more and looked back at his mother. "Vault 101 has a new member that they'll be proud of." said Rachel. The couple stayed close together, holding and welcoming their new son to the world.
A/N: Well, here's the prologue. Hope you like it so far. Stay tuned and plz review.
