Pain punched through my head like a Behemoth off of a slurry of combat drugs. Any thought I could have came in tandem with a pounding headache and a bloom of pain behind my eyes, the one I still have at least since The Man made the other one a part of some bullshit 'Ability". A snort let its way out my mouth as I shakily started pushing myself back up to my feet. As if I needed some bullshit like that to crush any little mutants that might cross my path.

Looking around, I was stunned. Building out of wood was much more difficult in the Wastes instead of just throwing together whatever scrap was thrown around, but what was around me was full fledged trees, nothing like the pathetic shrubs near the strip, covered in green at their crown with a rich brown bark. As I stood tall I finally took it all in, radiation free air, real plants, and even birds, full fledged, non-mutated birds.

Reaching up towards my face I felt my jaw hang wide as I looked at the environment around me. All that was missing was some little muties for me to turn to paste. Snapping to attention I noticed the distinct lack of facial hair, only having a shadow dusting my face. More things stopped adding up, a long mark across my shirtless mid-section from where I was put in two by the Chosen One, my eye level changing, dropping by at least a foot, and the disappearance of the slight green tinge I took on from the F.E.V.

That BASTARD! I was finally starting to feel great, to actually feel like the chance to fight these monsters was a reward and this Bastard goes ahead and makes me younger. My age was a sign of strength and went and stole that from me too. I was fuming with rage, rushing past the trees without a care for the underbrush crashing and breaking against me. After a few minutes of running I finally heard the tale-tale sound of flowing water. A chance to see myself and find out whatever that Bastard and his other friends have done to me.

I quickly had to duck down as some little black mutie flew over my head. Some little scum thought it could ambush me…ME! Finally giving it a good look after slightly cooling down I noticed the skull adorning its face as well as the bone plates decorating its body, probably some shitty garbage protection considering how easy it was to punch through a Behemoth's spine. And to top that shit armor it was only a little bigger than a damn Brahmin and looked no more intimidating than a damn Radroach.

Adrenaline and Endorphins flooded through my body at the thought of pasting this little critter. Of using its weak little skull as a bowl because that's all it would have been good for. "Oh you've chosen the wrong man to fight mutie. Time to die." Taking an offensive position I began sprinting at the beast, getting ready to tackle and pummel it to a sludge that would decorate the ground and my fists. Getting closer let me see its disgusting red eyes and the spikes cresting its back. Something to make a good blade at least. Turns out thus mutie might have some use other than a punching bag.

The beast reared back its head and went for my throat as I closed in on it. A dodge to the left brought me to its flank as my fist came crashing down on its over-extended neck, causing a copious amount of crack to echo out into the forest around me. Grabbing around the waist of the beast with my other hand I shoved it head first into the ground, throwing up dirt and rocks around me as its head splattered over my chest. Already dead, just like every other wasteland beast that thought it could fight me.

Hell, it put up less resistance than a wee-little radscorpion, maybe this was just the fodder for this beast war that damn Man was talking about, because if this was the biggest threat then those damn muties better count their days because they would be going by quick. I quickly reached down for the skull only for it to turn to the same damn black dust this damn mutie kept letting off, like the disgusting piece of shit.

I turned away from it, quickly brushing what little brain matter it had off of my hands, disgusting was a good descriptor for these radscorpion level beasts, only living to take up space that is rightfully mine. I walked over to the little stream while scraping the blood from underneath my nails. This was starting to get boring, weak beasts were no fun. Crouching at the bed of the stream I finally took a nice, hard look at my face.

I had to look no older than 25 because gray and green no longer streaked through what little hair I had on top of my head, however each scar I built up over time remained, from the mark of a rebar tipped power-fist around my missing eye to the jagged gash crossing through my lips. Next time I see that bastard I'm gonna kill him, whether he's a damn God or not.

A crack interrupted my self-admiration, turning around to see some little white haired brat looking back at me with a scythe tucked in his hands. I finally cracked a smile. This might just be a real fight. However, before I could get myself into a charging position the kid decided to rudely interrupt me. Scratching his little bit of shadow he spoke up. "Ozpin wants a meeting with you, wants to know how you got into his backyard." A damn meeting, this couldn't be any worse.

Sorry about that first chapter, didnt know FF was finicky like that. If you like what your reading or having any recommendations, edits, or possible improvements, dont hesitate to comment