Snatched

Snatched Away

Mutts , that's what we called the poor blighters that got Snatched by the Demonii. You see , once you were Snatched , you were Turned.
Just one of the many hazards of living in Greater Maelstrom. It was always just a story though , a very real one , but a story none the less. I guess I just never thought it would happen to me.
I was walking down through Atomic Alley , a dodgy place if there ever was one - one of the few places that still had hidden pockets of radiation that were dotted across Greater Maelstrom , left over from the Nuklean War , that the Demoniian slaves still haven't got round to clearing out - when I heard a child screaming. Full on yowling it was , proper giving it the works. I thought , well Sardion , might as well check this one out. Turned out that was a big mistake. I turned a corner and two fully armed Demonaii jumped me from behind. One shot a drugged dart at me and I collapsed , whacking my head against the iron cobbles as I went down. The rest , as my nan used to say , is history. I was chained up and dragged through a secret passage beneath the city. I'd never been so terrified in all my 300 years !!! Completely panicked I did !!! Well , turns out all my fears were a well founded premonition of what was to come. "
" When we arrived I was taken to a brightly lit sealed room and was unceremoniously dumped onto a hard plastic operating table. By this time the sedative from the dart had started to wear off , but the fog from my mind was still hanging about. Highly inconvenient.
As I recall I was particularly struck by the fact everything in the room was sparkling white. Growing up in the rougher half of Greater Maelstrom , I'd grown up accustomed to seeing rotting bodies and human filth strewn along the banks of the River Eris in equal measures. The radiation symbol had decorated every cyberpole , every trectronic , and every blinkin building with the end result that if you thought of any one of these things , the colour yellow and the radiation symbol would immediately spring to mind. Dirt was liberally smeared on everything - and whether or not that thing was dead made no difference.
As I lay there , just short of a minor panic attack , a door opened in the wall , and through that door strode quite the oddest looking human I had ever laid eyes on. Its hair was grey and stuck straight up like it had just rammed its hand into a live electrical socket. The prize for all round disgustingness , however , went to its skin.
It was more like mottled scales than the standard fleshy stuff that covered your average walking corpse. In my drugged stupor I could do little more than watch in dismay as it selected a sharp scalpel from a table of gleaming instruments that was beside me. The thing turned to me and grinned evilly. That was when I descended into the realms of pure hysteria and passed out. "
" Once I had regained consciousness , I glanced around and realised that I had been transferred to a large and grassy arena. The mysterious man or one of his Demonii had dumped me on a rather uncomfortable jaggedy slab of rock , so my first logical action was to shift into a slightly more comfortable position. This was when , to my utmost horror I discovered that I was no longer human. "
All of my lower body had been removed and in its place had been fused , what appeared to be the lower body of a black mare. I started sobbing and choking. Tears ran down my face in boiling salty rivers. Shudders wracked my body and bile rose in my throat. I stayed like this for a number of hours , revelling in sheer horror and disgust at what I'd become.
Eventually I stopped the waterfalls and came to temporary terms with my.... unfortunate predicament. Then began the painful repertoire of learning to walk all over again. Tentatively , I tried raising a hoof . A bolt of searing pain shot through me. I let out a piercing whinny of pure agony.
Once the pain had subsided , I started to get up , but gently , gently. Ignoring the now familiar stabs , I carefully eased myself off the ground and into a standing position. Once I had managed this , I tried walking. You'd be amazed at how difficult it is to control four legs at a crawl. After I'd mastered the rather essential art of hoof coordination , I decided to try for a nice long gallop around the outside ring. While I was doing this , a large metal door clanked open in the side of the arena , and through that door came..........the Beasts. "