Prologue
They set out to create the world's best war dog. Whether or not they succeeded was subject for opinion. Not that it matters. They're dead, all of them. Every. Single. Last. One.
Dead...
Gone...
Never again to write their notes or jab my flesh with their instruments of torture. No longer were they to put me in chains and inject odd chemicals into my body. I would no longer take their disgusting, useless experimentations. They wanted a war dog...
They created a monster...
I...am...That monster.
From what I could understand of their notes, I am not like other dogs. I was not born. I was created. Through years, decades, of extreme and horrific gene splicing, I was the only one of their experiments to survive...and now the only to surpass them. They made a killer through and through, a killer they couldn't even save themselves from. I left the bloody labs behind me, uncaring of their bodies or their lives. If I had the time, I would piss on each and every one of them. If there is a God, like the humans think, then he made one fatal mistake.
Man himself.
And of course, their wretched intelligence. Their ambitions blinded them to consequence. What did they think was going to happen, mixing all of those canine genes together and then adding wolf to top it all off? What were they asking for? Blind fools, all of them. Absolutely blind. I would've been saddened but they gave little care for me, except to be used as their experiment and tool...as their weapon.
They got their end and hopefully their just reward.
But now with the world an open space around me, where was I to go? To me, all governments and countries must be awful. I wanted to be away from all the humans, as they had brought me nothing but pain. I also know, somewhere, there are good people and to them I am a threat. They had no need to know of the monster that foolish humans decided to make. A distance away and I can still smell the blood of my makers, feel it stick to the thick coat of fur that kept the snow and cold away.
I will find my own purpose. I will be my own creature. I will make my own choices.
And nobody...dog or man...will stop me...
Author's note: Guess who's back?! :D Yeah Sakari and the Tempest I think is dead, I kinda lost inspiration for it. However if this prologue gets enough reviews or follows, I may continue it. Yes, my other balto OCs will be making an appearance in various chapters. So what am I going for with this? Well...you're just gonna have to read and find out. I will tell you that it is heavily inspired by Frankenstein by Mary Shelley ;) please be sure to comment and follow if you wanna read more of this. I look forward to reading them! Bye for now ^^