As hopefully you'll recognize, I'm not sticking straight to the canon. I will introduce plot twists and things that I think should be explored more in the Fallout universe, along with things that I think would just be cool to include, as well. Don't worry though, I'll try not go too crazy. Also, as I'm sure you've noticed, I will take a pretty long time with updates. I want you to enjoy them. Please leave questions, comments, or whatnot.
Saint.
Chapter Two.
Out Of The Fire...
I woke up, a fierce ringing sounding in my head. I tried to move my arms, but felt them bound by thick chains. A Mutant groveled in front of me, leaning over some kind of desk.
"Hey..."
I tried to speak, but as I did, the pain shot through my head like lightning. I gasped, my vision blackening around the edges. I struggled to keep my consciousness, the darkness threatening to overtake me. I breathed deeply, trying to clear my head. After a few long, agonizing moments, the black disappeared from the corner of my vision, and I focused back on the Mutie in front of me. My noise and struggle had elicited it's attention, and it now focused on me.
"The human, is now... awake?" It grumbled, showing trouble in forming words.
"Yeah, I'm up, bitch." I spat in it's direction.
"Ha! Haha! You will be good Mutant, yes..." It turned back around, it's crude armor scraping against itself.
"Wait!" I said."What the Hell do you mean, "Good Mutant"?"
"You have been... chosen. To become... like us."
I stared at him. The Mutie stared back.
"What the Hell did you just say."
"No more talk. You will see."
The Mutant turned around, focusing back on it's desk, and whatever lay there.
"You bitch! Tell me, you rotting piece of shit!" I screamed, rattling the chains as I fought to free myself.
"Argh! Quiet! Trying to read!"
The Mutie crossed the small room in one gigantic step, throwing a fist into the side of my head. The last feeling I had was sheer weightlessness as I faded once more into unconsciousness.
The dragging feeling on my feet woke me up first. I was being carried, but by what, I couldn't tell. The disorientation from that huge bitch's fist had left me groggy, and unable to fully move. I just let myself be dragged, to wherever in this Hellhole my destination was. After innumerable moments, my vision began to straighten itself, and my feelings returned to normal. My head hurt like a bitch, but besides that, I felt alright. I swung my head to the side, and saw a huge mass of green flesh. I looked to the other side, and saw the same thing. They were taking me God knows where, and I was powerless against these monsters.
"I'm so going to kill you bitches." I said.
The dragging didn't stop, nor did any sort of retaliation occur.
"You hear me? I'm going to blow you away. Not even your mates are gonna know who you are after I'm done."
Still nothing. I gave up trying to goad them into some action. I doubt it would have any effect, and even if it did, it would probably kill me, given my current condition. So I gave up, letting myself be dragged. It didn't take long to get where we were going after that. A door way appeared, the rough shape filtered out of the dark hallway by some kind of sickly green light. A smell creeped into my nostrils, making me dry heave in disgust. It only worsened as we approached the door way. Entering the room, it grew almost unbearable. I focused on not throwing up, hardly aware of the Mutant ahead of me. When I noticed it, I looked up, giving my most intimidating look. The Mutie didn't even blink.
"Do you know why you are here, human?" It said, it's voice gravelly and low.
"Because you Mutants are dicks, and cracked me over the head with a freakin' tree before dragging me to this God forsaken place."
"No," it said slowly. "You are here for a definite purpose."
"Wait, wait. How the Hell can you even talk? You're a bunch of dumb, brutish, idiot, mutated animals."
What looked like annoyance flashed across the speaking Mutant's face.
"To your kind, that is true. But we know better. The "Super Mutants", as you call us, are nothing but a select race, a perfect race, given the attributes to survive in this harsh land."
"You've got to be shittin' me. You think you're some kind of superior race? Your average Brute can't even think for it's own damn self."
Irritation crossed the monster's face.
"You will understand when you experience it for yourself. Ready him."
I was picked up, my legs dangling off the floor.
"You better let go of me, you stupid green bastards. I'll kill you."
Not even a sound. They dragged me over to a small, makeshift cage, then thrust me inside, slamming the door behind me. I gripped the roughly hewn bars, barely having the strength to haul myself to a standing position. I glanced below me. The noxious smell was emanating from some sort of green sludge.
"If you dunk me in that shit..." I warned.
"Silence! You are being given a gift. Accept it."
With those words, the talking Mutant exited through the doorway, bowing his big, green head downwards in order to clear it.
"Let me out! Let me out of this cage, you dumb bitches!" I screamed, trying to shake the cage. My strength just wasn't there. My body screamed in protest, the pain taking me clean off my feet. I lay, scrunched in this rough cage. A slight jerk signaled to me that they were lowering me towards the sludge.
This is it, I thought. Here lies the Lone Wanderer, hero of the Wastes.
A sharp, inhuman sounding laugh burst out of me, just before the cage crashed into the sick liquid. It slid over my legs, burning my skin. My laughter turned to screams of pain, the cage lowering yet deeper into the sludge. The pain was indescribable. I screamed, the liquid flowing up my face, into my mouth. I was fully submerged in this Hell, unable to escape. But my screams never stopped, not even under the surface. The seconds ticked by, slowly, the pain ever increasing. What seemed like hours passed, before the cage jolted up, lifting me slowly out of the torture I had endured.
Finally, the cage reached the top. The two Super Mutant Brutes that had dragged me here took me out, holding my arms firmly. There would be no hope of escape, especially not now. Head hanging, I waited for something, anything to happen next. I didn't know if that was some kind of torture that was supposed to get me to talk, or if the Mutants simply did that to their victims for fun. My thoughts were shattered when a strong hand gripped my hair, pulling my head up.
"Can you speak, human?"
"What the Hell is it to you?" I spat out, the words taking all my strength to even form.
"Good, good. You are a prime specimen indeed."
I held my head up, looking for who was asking me these questions. I sneered, my sight greeted by the same high and mighty talking Mutant that commanded me to be thrown in that Hell.
"I'm going to beat your ass." I said, hardly able to hear my own voice.
The big, lipless mouth turned to a Mutant version of a smirk. The talking Mutant turned, picking up a Stimpak from the table behind him. I tried to focus on it. It would make no sense to stab that in to me now. But this Stimpak wasn't for healing. It looked modified, having tubes and wires where regular Paks didn't. The vial also contained a deep green liquid, instead of the warm healing solution that I was well accustomed to.
"Phase two!" the speaking Mutant said, a rumbling laugh sounding out.
He positioned the needle against my arm, before pressing it swiftly and firmly into my bicep. He injected about one fourth, before pulling the needle out. He repeated this on my opposite arm, and on each of my thighs. Besides the sting of the needle itself, the shots didn't hurt near as bad as the bath.
"Ha! What a pussy shot." I said, trying to show my strength.
"You won't be saying that in a few moments, human. And this is not over yet."
The talking Mutant, whom in my mind I had nicknamed Bitch, replaced the empty needle with another full one. He turned back to me, injecting half of the green solution into my left calf, and the other half into my right.
"You are finished for today, human. We will continue until you are... complete."
Bitch motioned for the Brutes to take me away. By now, whatever Bitch had injected me with started to burn unceasingly, the pain much like what I had just endured in the "bath". My screaming started again, the pain returning in waves. I was dragged down the dark hallway, away from the green room I had just left. I was dragged deeper into the Earth, taking too many twists for me to count. As far as I could tell, I was in some kind of Vault. Maybe even Vault 87, the original home of these bastards. The pain was excruciating, and I could hardly focus. Even through the pain, a memory came back of Vault 87. I remember going there once, looking for some stupid equipment for my dad...
I was snapped out of my brief reprieve, my body mercilessly thrown into a modified holding cell. I didn't have the strength to stand, and the door was already shut behind me, presumably locked. And so I lay, the pain eventually subsiding enough for me to slip into a troubled unconscious...
What seemed like weeks passed. The days were all the same. Woke up by Brutes dragging me to the "bath". Suffering from what was called the "green stuff" by the guards outside my door. After the "bath", I had my shots, apparently a more concentrated form of whatever the Hell the Mutants submerged me in. Then, after that was done, I was thrown back in the cell I lived in. Food was sometimes provided. I got my water from the leaking pipes on the ceiling. Eventually though, I felt physical and mental changes occurring. The pain started to lessen from the bath, though the shots remained as intense as the first day. I felt taller, and my muscles steadily grew. My senses increased, imperceptibly at first, but steadily more as the sessions increased. Strength began to return to me, and when I wasn't being subjected to the "green stuff", I felt better than I ever had.
It wasn't all peaches and gravy, though. Whatever that shit was, it was slowing down my thoughts. Sometimes it took a few moments to process my thoughts. My aggression grew by the day. Simple things, such as the constant drip, that would never have bothered me before now made me enraged. I would smash into whatever was in the room, much to the enjoyment of my guards. That would only anger me more, and turn my rage to them. I would pound on the glass, cracking it several times, but never breaking it. The Brutes also had a harder time dragging me to the baths and shots, me being almost as tall as them, and almost as powerful. They eventually resorted to using some kind of nerve gas to knock me out, then would drag me.
This day was no different. I woke up to the Brutes, only to be knocked out by the gas. I woke up, the soft glow of the bath waking me. I shrugged, almost knocking the hands of the Brutes off me. The nerve gas was still in my system, however, and my strength was taken from the lack of sustenance. The Brutes threw me into the room, my body bouncing off the cold, steel grated floor.
"Ah! Yes!" Bitch spoke, an excited tone creeping into his voice. "Only a few more weeks, and you shall be complete..."
"Shut up, Bitch." I spoke, my voice now lower as well. "You'll... never turn me into some stupid Mutant."
"Oh, but I've already started. Throw him in the bath."
I was picked up, thrown into the cage, and lowered. The session passed like normal, the bath now bearable, the shots less so. I was dragged back to my cell, thrown in. I crawled to the wall, my strength completely gone once more. I rest my head against the cold concrete. Just like the first time, the pain lessened enough for me to seize my sweet release.
I woke up. The silence pervaded my cell. At first, I didn't notice. Waking up was different for me now. It took a few seconds for me to gather myself after every sleep. I stretched, standing up. My hair, or what was left of it, brushed the ceiling. A side effect of Mutantification was hair loss. I still had enough to cover my head, though I no longer could pull off the Waster hairdo I had normal worn. I strode to the window, looking out. The first odd thing I saw was the lack of guards. The silence hit me second.
What in the Hell...? I thought to myself.
I went to the door, trying it to see if it was locked. It was.
:"Shit." I said aloud.
I was hoping for a lucky break. A scream broke out. Distant, but still... it was there. I cocked my ear, hoping for some other sound. Maybe this would be my lucky break after all. Screams sounded, along with something else. Was that...?
"No." I said.
It couldn't be. Lasers? Here? I pressed my face against the glass, the sounds of what seemed like a battle growing closer. Eventually, I could see bright green and red flashes. Plasma, and definitely Laser Rifles.
The Brotherhood! I thought, excitement pulsing through me.
While I wasn't buddy buddy with the Brotherhood of Steel, I was still on relatively good terms with them. They'd recognize me, hopefully, and get me out of this shithole. I waited in anticipation. The sounds grew closer and closer, until they seemed just outside the door. A plasma grenade went off, surprising me. I took a reflexive step back, now unable to see out of the window from the debris. Shouts and orders could be heard directly behind the door. I took a step back, wary of more explosions.
And with good reason, too. The door was blown clean off, crushing itself against the far wall. Dust billowed into the air as shaded figures entered.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm not a damn Mutie!" I shouted, hands held up.
"Stay where you are!" A voice yelled through the dust. "Your hands where I can see 'em!"
I stood, in reckless anticipation, my hands held up on the ceiling.
Finally! I thought. I'm saved!
The dust slowly settled, giving me a clear view of who was actually in the room with me.
"Shit." I rumbled.
"Well, well, look who we have here...": the Enclave officer said,