Whack!

My head jerked to the left as the blow hit. I spat blood from my mouth, adding to the delicious red liquid already coating most of the floor and walls of my cell. With a smirk, I asked the "scientist" standing over me, "You almost done with the light stuff? I ain't even gettin' damp off this shit."

Oooohhhhhh, did that make him angry. Well, angrier than he was. Breathing hard, he poised to swing the bat once more, shouting at me, "Shut it you disgusting whore!" Ah, the good old insults. Whore, filth, freak, slut, garbage, useless, all of those and more. They really need some new-

Whack!

Some new ones. I wonder how long he's gonna be doing this for? I already heard they finally decided to get rid of me today, seeing as my screams stopped coming to satisfy them. Oh boo hoo, the little girl won't cry after so many years of maiming, wah wah. Seriously, can't they just kill me already?

Suddenly, the man before me grabbed me by my hair and dragged me from my room saying, "C'mon freak, Jeriah wants another few hours with you before we dump you. He says two months without his little pet is too long." Oh Doctor Jeriah, that disgusting pile of human waste. For the last seventeen years he's been pulling me into his room and screwing me until I pass out. Don't think I like it though, getting raped almost a thousand times just takes away some of the trauma when talking about it. Oh look, there's his door, time for some fun...

"Bahahahahaha-haha.... Aha- O-oh God- hahahahahahahahaha." Sweet Lord almighty that was too funny. Apparently they forgot to inform Jeriah that I was dying today, thus making me act "very disobedient" as they put it, and one of the experiments in the past year gave me razor sharp, near indestructible teeth that can cut through almost anything! Guess what I did when he tried to stick his dick in my mouth? Chomp chomp motherfucker. You shoulda' seen his face when I spit the shredded thing right back at him. Aahhh, too good. Oh whoops, looks like they're beating me again, I didn't even notice.

The guy in charge of my beatings was pretty pissed by the sound of it, "Stop fucking laughing you abomination! Jesus Christ, let's just kill her already!"

One of his lackeys ran off saying, "Y-yes sir." He returned a second or two later with a gun in his hands, "Here you go sir."

"Thank you." He and I said simultaneously. A bit perturbed by my apparent want to be shot, he just put the gun to my temple and asked, "Any last words?"

I smiled at him, "Just two; Fuck you!" Then, in a flash and a bang, everything turned dark.

"Well this makes no sense..." Lemme tell you, getting killed then waking up in some weird, pitch black void place is an odd experience. "I'm guessing that I'm dead but, what the hell is this place?"

"Welcome, young human." I spun around to see the source of the otherworldly, demonic voice. Man was it strange. He wore this big, black cloak, carried a huge scythe, and had his facial features shrouded in shadows. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a piece of weird looking paper, which he read:

"Sarah Akinson, twenty years old, pale skin, white hair and red eyes due to albinism, suffers from insanity, paranoia, a masochistic nature brought on by torture, severe hatred for those in the medical field and... Humans in general, too?" He glanced down at me for a second at the seemingly odd fact, "Victim of aforementioned torture as well as multiple cases of rape, experimentation, dismemberment of the right arm, accumulated close to five thousand individual scars over the time of all these, died from a gunshot to the only weakened area of the skull, apparently designed as a fail safe if your death was needed... You are a very strange case indeed, young lady."

"Well fuck you too tall, dark and gruesome!" I know yelling at Death is a bad idea, but I don't need him telling me what's wrong with me!

He glance, I guess lazily, at me and continued reading, "Let's see, increased natural abilities due to experiments done, including strength, speed, agility, reaction timing, eyesight, and a few other things." He paused and rubbed his chin, "Hmmm, you could prove useful to me."

I swear to God i almost choked at that statement. Useful? I could actually be useful for once? After all those years of being considered a useless wast of time, I could actually be worth something to someone!? "W-what do you mean?"

His form distorted and turned into a human male with slicked black hair and a sunken in face, "I could resurrect you into a new world, one where you wouldn't have to go through any of that again, and give you a fresh start. All you would need to do is serve as my agent; a Wraith."

Barely containing my excitement, I asked, "Alright, okay, yeah, anything as long as I can be useful to you!"

He smiled and chuckled somewhat wryly, "Hmmph, alright. Although you must know a few things about being a Wraith. You will not be able to sustain yourself on food and drink, only the souls of those you kill. You will also have strange powers that only you yourself will wield, meaning you will have to discover them yourself." Then, without warning, a large, multicolored gate appeared before us. He waved his hand causing it to open and send a wave of blinding light over us. I felt a hand press against my back as I was thrown into the open gate, but not before he told me, "Oh, I almsot forgot to mention, the transformation is quite painful." And then I fell.

Painful.... Yeah right. The worst feeling I got from it was a slight ache all over my body. I guess the resistance to pain from years of torture is a blessing (and a curse, seeing as I'm a masochist, but whatever). The next thing, after the immense pain, was knowledge of the world and it's history. Apparently there were humans here before, and apparently they did something that warranted genocide. Meh. What? The paper said I hate humans. Oh look at that, I'm passing out.

Waking up, I noticed two things. One, I was in a clearing in a lightly wooded area somewhere in... Equestria, it was called. Two, I was wearing more than the absolutely nothing I had on before. Getting up from the ground, which caused my body to release several cracks and pops as my joints moved, I looked over my surroundings. Yep, just a clearing in the woods with a stream nearby. Deciding to find out what I looked like, I walked to the stream and peered at my reflection, which honestly shocked me a bit.

(AN: Closest I could get to what I wanted. Also, replace the helmet with a black, leather stetson and turn the hair white and make it go down to the knees and you get the full picture)

"Good Lord I look absolutely terrifying. Wait a minute... Holy shit my arm's back!" I pulled up the sleeve of my.. What's it called? Trench coat, I think. Anyway, I pulled the right sleeve up to see a completely skeletal arm, which was odd because the sleeve hung over it like it would if there was an arm there, instead of just sagging down. I put the sleeve back down and shrugged, deciding not to question it. "Alright now, what should I do...?"

"AAAhhhhhhhhh! Somepony, help!" Whelp, that answers that! I turned to the right and sprinted in the direction I hear the voice coming from. After a few seconds, I burst from the trees and bushes to see a.... Mare, I think the word was, surrounded by three wolves. It seemed that my comment about my outfit being terrifying was true, because she screamed even louder when she saw me.

I twisted my head to look at her and glared through my mask, "Ah shut up will ya? I'm here to help." As I said this, one of the wolves thought it would be the absolute best idea to charge me! It wasn't. It leaped into the air and opened it's jaws wide to bite me, but before it could, I brought my left fist down on top of it's head and slammed it into the ground. There was a sickening crack as it smacked into the forest floor, accompanied by a pained yelp which died out almost as soon as it came. "S'what I thought."

The two smaller wolves backed away, while the larger one, presumably the Alpha or Beta, began to circle me slowly. I wondered how to deal with all three and still keep the mare from getting injured when I heard a voice, Death's voice, whiper in my head, 'Did you happen to notice the symbols etched into your right arm?' I shook my head, which seemed to actually confuse the animal circling me, 'Well, I suppose just knowing of the symbols isn't too important. Anyway, your right arm is also your Wraith Weapon. Just hold it straight out to your side and say "Wraith Claw, activate" and it will do the rest.'

I nodded and let out a breath, then held my arm out and did as instructed, "Wraith Claw, activate." What happened next was pretty damn cool. Veins burst from my shoulder and out of my coat, before going right back in the sleeve just a few inches below where hey came out. The sleeve then seemed to dissolve and reveal my skeletal arm, which had turned black and had tiny little spikes here and there. The biggest change was my hand, which now sported six inch long claws instead of fingers. "Sweeeet."

The mare looked about ready to piss herself, and the wolves began to look unsure about attacking. One of the wolves, the smallest, panicked and lunged at me. Big mistake. Before it even got two feet off the ground, I ran in front of it and swung my claws upward, splitting its face open and spraying blood all over me. I then caught the body in mid fall and brought the neck to my mouth, which I tore open with my teeth, after lowering my mask, and drank its blood from. Sweet, sweet blood. It would seem that somewhere along the line of my stay with A.N.G.E.L., I developed a taste for it. Really delicious stuff, I'd say.

After I dropped the corpse, I face the other two wolves that remained. Or rather, the one that remained. It would seem the other small one pussied out and ran, leaving me with the leader. "Hey doggy," I licked the blood from my claws, "how about you play dead?" To my surprise, it actually backed down. I remembered, from the many times I was put up against animals to test my fighting capabilities, how a wolf acts when it submits itself to a stronger animal. It would seem this one recognized me as such, because that's what it did. "Well great, now I'm the leader of a pack of wolves, er, one wolf..." I deactivated my claws, which caused my sleeve to return, and bent down to pat the wolf on the head. It flinched at first, but slowly leaned into my hand as I petted it. "I have a pet wolf now... Cool I guess. At least there are no scientists forcing me to kill this one, even after it gave up."

It was then that I heard a thump to my left, and I looked over to see that the mare had passed out from shock. I walked over to her and tried to wake her up, but she was out cold "God Dammit, now I gotta get her back to the nearest town or city or whatever." I lifted her up, which made me notice she had a gash in her side, "Scratch that, the nearest... Ugh, hospital..." I growled the last word with such contempt that both the wolf and the mare instinctively shuddered in fear.

Speaking of the mare, I'll describe her. She has gray coat, with a darker gray, almost black, unkempt mane and tail. Her... I think I heard them called Cutie Marks in that history lesson. Her Cutie Mark was what looked like a lump of hot coal. Oh yeah, and she's a unicorn, I guess that's important to mention.

After walking for a bit, we made our way out of the woods, and I spotted a town not too far away. "Okay, so, a tall, blood covered member of a race of creatures that were slaughtered a long time ago, and equally blood covered and very large wolf, and a pony that has a claw mark on it that is unmistakeably from a wolf... This should go well!" I said the last bit with a smile under my mask, as I made my way towards the town.

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