Mammoth

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Chapter 1

You Don't Need to Do That...

Mammoth steps onward, his massive feet flatten the yellow crunchy grass beneath. The extremely large, knee length, tattered jeans move with him. He wears no shirt; no shoes; and his body is his only weapon. He carries no gear. There is a bluish-grey tint to him, when frustrated he becomes a darker blue. Mammoth has neck length black hair, and bangs that go to his eyebrows.

Compared to all creatures, he is unique. With a gene that can be compared to that of a Phoenix Monocyte Breeder. This, however, doesn't make him invincible. He could die if his body somehow lacked the breathable air needed to support it. Immune to radiation, and poison, feral ghouls and radscorpions don't provide much of a challenge.

His steps imprint into the the ground, where thirty four years ago an army of people roamed. The year is 2100. No man walks above ground. The world is quiet, for the most part. A still loneliness is imprinted on the land of the once sprawling United States.

Mammoth stands in the city that was once Charlette, North Carolina. Before the powerful super mutant stands the dusty skyscraqers, and feral ghoul filled streets. The mini-hemoth grins and clinches his fists.

Johns can sense the lust for destruction, You don't need to do that Mammoth, you don't need to go on a killing spree again.

Mammoth shakes his head and replies with a deep, guttural, growl, "Johns should shut up, Mammoth kill what-ev-er he likes."

The original man combats his demon, Hey! Listen to me, you don't have to be a killer. You might have been born through corruption and anger, but you don't need to put your revenge on others. It's been thirty years. Can't you drop it. I know you are the anger I had, but... Sheesh, I have to watch you kill.

The super FEV stands at 18.5 feet tall, and would make a even full grown deathclaw tremble. "Mammoth will smash what-ev-er he please."

If Johns could shake his head he would, C'mon Mammoth, don't put me through this. Hey, respect yer elders, respect my wishes. Don't go on a spree today, I'm not in the mood.

Mammoth heaves a laugh, "Mammoth don't care if Johns don't want killing. It's Mammoth body, Mammoth do what he want."

Johns mentally points to his counter part, Hey! 'Twas my body before it was yours. Have some respect. Just not today, please.

"If it will shut you up. To-day Mammoth not kill, but to-mor-row is not to-day. Mammoth de-stroy on new day," the mutant smiles at this, atleast what he thinks is a smile, it's more of him showing his teeth.

Johns mentally runs his fingers through his hair. Atleast before the change, he recalls he had hair. Unfortunately, being trapped in a body that was once yours gives lot of time to think about the details of one's past.

The mental man remembers being a young man, with short brown crew cut hair. He was 6' 1", of average weight and build. Toned, he remembers a lot of running. In the past thirty years he honed the art of thinking within himself. Like a human thinks to themselves, he can think within his own mind. To where only he can hear his thoughts, and he doesn't broadcast to his counterpart. He turns his attention to the mutant, I'm glad you decided to postpone your fun. Are you going to eat today?

Mammoth nods, "Yes, Mammoth was thinking roas-ted death-claw for din-ner."

Johns chuckles, Hehah, ofcourse. You just don't stop wanting to kill, do you? Gah, well, it's not for pleasure, and it is dinner, so go ahead. If you can find one, you got yourself Carolina Fried Deathclaw.

"Yes, Mammoth like death-claw, yum-yum." The beast walks off into the setting sun searching for his prey.

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So far this has been a difficult excursion, trying to explain how they both live in the sane body is like explaining how the subconcious works, it's difficult. But I hope I got the point across, anyways, it's not much to start off with, but I hope it makes the foundation for this endeavor.

Stay Classy

I'm a very fast reader. That was really really good. This is also a great idea, keep it up

Oh, wow, thank you Alex, I hope others agree. This is just the beginning, as I have yet, oh, wait, just got an idea for a possible conclusion later on. Will begin working on chapter 2 later.

Original kind of idea, I am interested to see what direction it goes!

I like it. Reminds me of Dog/God.

Thank you Skirt and Elvis. Yes, it is a bit like that, but I hope to show that he's not entirely capable of that, and Mammoths not that low in intelligence, which I will try to show in the future.

I liked the Weston Chronicles but I think I am going to like this one alot more.

You read the Cronichles Josh? Thank you, what'd you think? And I hope you enjoy this one just as much, however, I cannot promise small entries like this one.

Yep I read the Chronicles, I liked the Legion brother, forget his name but he was cool! Also I assume you are asking me what I think about this one? I will answer for both just to be safe!

The Chronicles was cool and well written. I liked the way the story went.
For this one it was great for the first chapter, can't say much else because it is the first chapter.

Ah yes, you mean Sean. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

As for this, I will probably be another week before I get another chapter in. Well get it Goin tho, I hope it is enjoyed that he is like The Incredible Hulk, I hope it doesn't make him cliche.

I like it so far Wolfman & if the chronicles are anything to go on I'm expecting good things to come. Keep it up mate.

Thank you Kettle, will do.

Nice, I'll hopefully be able to tag along for this ride longer then I could the Weston Chronicles, and by that I mean read intentivally and usually...

That would be great Boradam, I look forward to the possibility of reply upon future additions.

Chapter 2

Mom-my and Dad-dy Want to Play...

Mammoth stands on a hill overlooking a tiny quarry of deathclaw. Some of the long grass droops over in it's death from the deathclaw urine. The familial prey grazes within this small plain-like quarry. Four baby Deathclaws roam about, including five full grown Deathclaws, a Deathclaw Mother, and Alpha-Male.

The super FEV leaps onto the battlefield. The epicenter he creates flattens, and the grass around this epicenter sway like a rock dropping into a pond.

A baby death feet in front of him squeaks a growl at him. Mammoth gets hot headed and turns a navy blue. He bellows back with the roar of ten male lions. The baby deathclaw cowers. The little abomination flees, and as it does Mammoth punts it like an American football. It is a clean kick, the tiny beast flies through the air and lands fifty yards away, right next to the leaders of the pack.

The deathclaw mother turns around to see the new adversary. She stands next to the alpha-male. The five full grown deathclaws notice the new threat as well. The alpha-male bellows out, and the group begins their assault. The baby deathclaws retreat at this command.

The super FEV laughs, "Hahahehaha, mom-my and dad-dy want to play, bring the kids a-long to die too. MAMMOTH DESTROY!!," he slams his fists onto the ground creating a small quake. The ground rumbles around him and in the quarry. The abominations are even more threatened, and watch themselves as not to fall over.

Johns sits within the chamber deep within the mind of Mammoth. He watches what is happening over a large screen that shows what Mammoth sees. He hears everything like anybody would if they were sitting in a room with speakers. Around him is a library of his past memories, including new ones acquired by his counterpart. He sits behind a desk, where a microphone rests. A bit of anxiety is heard in his voice, Mammoth, I know you've taken on your fair share of abominations, but does this seem a little overwhelming? Johns stands up waiting anxiously.

Mammoth grins, following this he starts a slow jog, which escalates into a run, then a sprint.

The enemies have dashed toward Mammoth, but what they receive is not something they will take lightly, at all.

The beast clotheslines the mother and alpha-male deathclaw.

Johns slowly sits back down, Okaaaay, I'll take that as you either not caring if we die, or your very confident on the matter before us.

The two abomination do a cartwheel in the air and fall to flatten the ten feet tall grass below. The five advlt deathclaws begin to try and swipe the Mammoth, but cannot slow him down as the super FEV takes the blows.

The beast shows the damage of each claw scratching, but he heals swiftly enough that the deathclaws take notice. They slowly stop swinging at the blue mutant.

Mammoth shows his teeth. He grips an abomination by the head and swings it around like a veritbird blade, dislocating it's neck and knocking down the four surrounding advlt deathclaws. The former man tosses the dead abomination at the two pack leaders getting up. The limp deathclaw crashes into the mother and alpha-male who fall back into the tall grass.

The blue beast walks over to a second advlt deathclaw and forces his foot down into the abomination's throat like a hammer of God. The resulting sounds are of the windpipe cracking, and it's neck shattering.

Johns grimaces within his chamber, As usual, he sighs, the neckbreaking.

Mammoth hops over to the other two advlts getting up. He grabs the two by the throat and ultra violently slams their heads against each other. They try to defend themselves, but are too slow. Blood begins to ooze from both pairs of ears. The blue beast drops the dying bodies. He turns his attention to the pack leaders.

The final two now loom upon the mini-hemoth. They slowly approach, but quickly leap and start throwing claws. The alpha-male slashes at Mammoth's left leg, making contact and drawing blood. The deathclaw mother claws at the mini-hemoth's right arm, creating a new orifice.

The body tries to heal quickly enough, but he takes blows soon enough to where he begins to lose blood. Mammoth trades blows with them. He throws a right hook and knocks a tooth out of the alpha-male. Following this, he kicks the deathclaw mother back ten feet, stunning it.

The alpha-male feels blood begin to trickle from the site of the lost tooth. He tastes the blood covering his tongue. Fury grows and he unleashes a maelstrom of pain upon Mammoth.

The mini-hemoth tries to block the claws slicing into his skin, but he is only able to stop a few slashes from penetrating the now deep navy blue skin. Anger begins to consume his being, and he shows it with an earsplitting roar. He grabs the next right hook by the wrist. The alpha-male tries to throw a jab and Mammoth takes hold of it. He pushes against the abomination.

The alpha-male falls back from the sheer force of the shove. He tries to kick the super FEV off, but is unable to with the beast now sitting on his chest. The alpha-male feels his claws slowly approaching his snout. He tries to push them away, but he is unable to. The power of the mutant is overwhelming. His eyes widen as he feels his claws penetrate his nostrils and creep up further. His nasal passageway splits open as his own claws go up further. The abomination let's out a scream of pain. He feels something tickle within his head. A second later his eyes close as the blood flows from his nose, and his brain hemmoraghes.

The deathclaw mother let's out a howl. Sadness and ferociousness envelop her. She dashes toward the killer and slashes his face.

As Mammoth gets up he feels a claw scratch from the right side to his left side.

Johns sit up as lights start blinking and flashing. He watches as what use to be his body take further damage, Mammoth, there are blinking red lights up here. If your suicidal just let me know so atleast I'll know, if not, stop foolin' around! The original man wonders if the Phoenix Monocyte gene could handle this much damage, and this many adversaries.

Mammoth hears Johns's words through his slight dizziness. The hits keep coming, and he falls to the ground with closing eyes.

The deathclaw mother whimpers away to her fully grown children. She stands above one, and let's out a howl of sadness.

Johns watches as the screen goes black. The lights dim and grow silent. The room has emergency back-up lights turn on. He can hear a faint heartbeat resonate through the chamber walls. The man slams his fists on the desk before him, You gonna let her win? You gonna give up just like that? You've been around thirty plus years and your just gonna fall over? Get up you brute! He is breathing heavy as he waits for a response.

Several seconds pass, the Mammoth seams dead. His skin has returned to that natural bluish-grey. Interestingly, the scratch on his face slowly fades away. A minute later, and his eyes jolt open.

The deathclaw mother sits beside her dead children. If she could cry, she would. Her babies have ran off, and she is the only one of her pack left. As she stands, she feels hands wrap around her head, and a moment later feels a snap crackle and pop in her neck.

Mammoth drops the head, and the limp deathclaw falls onto her child. His navy blue skin slowly fades back to it's natural color.

Johns sits back in his chair. He sees the man in the moon on the screen, Good job you family destroyer. I was worried there for a minute. So, what's dinner gonna be?

The super FEV grabs the tail of the mother, "Mammoth eats eggs and steak to-night."

Johns laughs aloud while Mammoth carries dinner away.

While you have a good plot here, there are a few problems. You overuse the word, "He" quite a bit. Also, you need to show us, not tell us. Mammoth got slashed in the leg, how did it feel? Did it hurt? Did it tickle? Also you said, "10 ft grass", which should be spelled "ten foot tall grass." Also, the character feels Mary Sue. He regenerated from a deathclaw wound as if it were a slap on the wrist. A deathclaw scratch to the face would scratch not only into their bone, but it'd pierce it and go to the brain.

Also how would he know about a vertibird? They were barely a prototype in 2077. I think this story has potential, but you have a few bugs to work out.

I try to use the pronoun to make t distinct, if it's with Johns, e did something, it's it's with Mammoth, he did something. I try not to put them in the same paragraph as not to confuse, I hope I did that with the alpha male as well.

He wouldn't know what a vertibird was, but I know what one is so that is how I described it as to make it less confusing. And oneself sure whether I should use helicopter of vertibird considering the time.

Think the hulk when it comes to Mammoth, I wanted him to seem more than an FEV, a super FEV, but not a behemoth either, even though he is tall and strong enough to where he could take one on. Him being even more massive then his usual foe would make him stronger than a regular deathclaw. A regular deathclaw would probably be twelve feet tall I guess? Mammoth is 18.5 feet tall making it look like a child, and the only things that could match him are the pack leaders. He has a high tolerance for pain, which I need to delve into. As for grammar I will fix and thank you for the heads up.

He seems very mary sue and indestructable. If he can take on Deathclaws like they're children, then what poses a threat? A behemoth (will they wrestle)? Deathclaws laugh at plasma burns and he laughs at Deathclaws. What can take him? A company of Brotherhood of Steel and Enclave Soldiers? This has potential, but he needs a weakness. A rather crippling one to balance him out. Perhaps hemophelia?

Mammoth doesn't know it, Johns probably has a better idea, but his greatest strength is his greatest flaw. If you could overpower everything and live forevr how would you feel? Happy at first? Ecstatic thy you could live forever? Over time would you seethe flaw in it? You would go on point as everything around you would turn to dust. Mammoth is a lot like Bastion in the Westiom Chronicles, invincible, but aching for life beyond. Mammoth doesn't right right, but the greatest thing he will want is death, or in his case at the time, sweet freedom.

Chapter 3

The Past Is...

Johns sits within his chamber of solitude. The original man watches the screen and sees deathclaw eggs beings shoved into a gullet. He smiles, Mammoth, I want to ask, I know this kinda gets old, but what did it feel like? The fighting? The damage taken? The loss of blood?

The big boy blue sits under the man in the moon. He hears the inquisitive man ask a question. His smacking teeth crunches the meat in his mouth. Spit falls from his lips as he swallows his food. Mammoth wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, "Mammoth enjoyed fighting, beating down puny death-claw. It hurt Mammoth a lot, but Mammoth is very strong. Mammoth thick skinned like, like?" His face goes blank with confusion trying to figure out what is thick skinned.

Johns smirks at this, Your skin is thick like dozens of layers upon layers of leather. You very tough, and have an extremely high tolerance for pain.

Big blue nods, "Yes, like that. Mammoth bones strong, like rock and me-tal. It still hurt when death-claw scratch though. They cut sharp like knife cut human flesh, it pain-ful. It always weird to Mammoth how anger makes him stron-ger. When losing enough blood, like when Mammoth get scrat-ched hard in face, it make him dizzy and tired." The brute gets back into his meal without missing a beat.

The original man is reminded of his former life. He thinks back...

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The day is October 15th, 2077. Lance Corporal James Johns sits inside a new vehicle called a veritbird, a prototype on a test flight. He is slightly nervous and wonders why they couldn't have just taken a seasoned helicopter.

The wind rattles the hull of the bird as they approach the landing pad. It vexes him as to why General Albatross himself would order a visit with a lowly, insignificant lance cooly. His green tiger stripe digital uniform wears comfortably, and his chevrons and cross-rifles shine in the Carolina sun.

The machine bucks a bit as it lands. The doors slide open, the young marine unbuckles and steps out of the vertibird. He ducks as he walks forward. The young man walks forward and approaches Captain Reynolds, a tall, strong, and blonde marine officer. James pops a quick salute, and his superior returns one in kind.

LCpl yells over the blades of the vertibird, "Good Morning sir, why would the General himself possibly want me to come up the chain to Lejeune itself?"

The Captain squints in the rapidly moving wind, "Lance Corporal, you will find out soon enough." He leads the young marine through a very large bunker door. This door is large enough for something twenty feet tall to step through easily. It grates open when it senses the two marines.

The noise of the vertibird blades fades away as he enters the bunker. The two marines remove their covers. James sees before him a hall with steel walls, and doors that slide up and down as scientists move in and out of the halls. It is like something out of science fiction. Anxiety and nervousness rise in the marine. A cold sweat begins to form on his brow. He grits his teeth, "Sir, uh, what is this place."

Captain Reynolds gives an evil grin, "This is the peak of our technology, killer. Calm down, you have... nothing to worry about."

LCpl gulps as he follows. The footsteps echo in a large hall. The bunker halls are large enough for a Howitzer to be pushed freely through. It makes the young marine feel small, and reminds him of how tiny he actually is compared to all. Looking around the bunker with an anxious curiosity, "Sir, why is this place so big? What could possibly need hallways and doors of this magnitude?"

Captain Reynolds laughs a bit, "Hahahaha! Marine, all your questions will be answered in time. Just remember, curiosity killed the cat, hold your questions till we reach the General."

James wonders to himself, How big was the cat? They reach a door the size bunker entrance. The door opens and the two marines step through.

To their left they see a strong, burly man at the height of 6' 2". He has a white high and tight. His four stars shine on his olive drab service alphas. He has a chest full of ribbons, ranging from purple heart recipient to national defense ribbon. His name tag on his chest shines in the light, Albatross It could be seen that the General had shaven recently, leaving his face is as clean as a baby's bottom.

The Lance Corporal pops to the position of attention, "Good morning sir."

General Albatross relieves him, "At ease Lance Corporal." The young marine moves to the at ease position. The General walks to his left.

Several marines are in this room, including the LCpl, Captain, General, and ten marine MPs. Some have strange looking weapons that look neither of energy or gunpowder, and others have what look like tranquilizer rifles. There is a very large binding table, with substantial restraints for any man. Around this restraining table are strange machines. Some have IVs, and there are two containers with different a blue liquid like substance.

James follows the General with his eyes, he turns to his right to see where his superior stands.

General Albatross is next to the restraining table. He looks over to the young marine. He speaks with a calming, experienced voice, "Lance Corporal, I know you have a lot of questions. I will answer them all. You were called here for one important reason: you are going to be the closing of this war."

LCpl Johns is confused, "Wha?! Sir, uh, how? I'm just a lowly Lance Corporal. I know I could not. I am not God, and only he could end this war at this point, sir."

The General smiles, "Exactly, we are going to make you a god among men. See Lance Corporal, I know about your special trait. We have reports of you getting shot, and the Corpsman going to fix you, but there be no wound. Those few years ago, you got tangled in some barb wire during basic training. Your Drill Instructors and Corpsman rushed quickly and with accuracy to get you out of it. When they went to clean you up there was blood, but not a scratch to be found. You have a gene that is something our government's top scientists have dubbed the Phoenix Monocyte Breeder. With this gene you can successfully undergo an experiment which will grant us the victory of this long war. Isn't that appealing James?"

Fear and anxiety grip Johns, "S-sir, you, your telling me you want, want me to sell my soul to accompany your gluttonous desires for domination?" Johns begins to breath heavily, "No, I, I can't do it. I'm not gonna go along with this."

The General gives a curt nod, "That's understandable, but guess what? You don't have a choice! You became government property when you signed those documents nearly four years ago. In fact, we are going through with this whether you like it or not. Marines, get him on the table."

Two MPs respond and forcibly grasp the Lance Corporal. Johns feels them grab him around his biceps. He tries to wrestle to two off but they overpower him and move him to the table. A few more MPs come up and strap the marine in.

The General watches with a smile, "This procedure will make you incredibly powerful. It'll give you the skin and bone that could match the plates of the extinct white rhinoceros. You will have the strength to lift several tons with ease. Agility and speed will increase dramatically. Your Phoenix Monocyte gene will even increase in efficiency. We are giving you an even more powerful, improved dosage of the experimental FEV. You will truly be the definition of devil dog, warfighter."

LCpl Johns wrestles with the restraints and tries to get out, but he is unable to, "You can't do this, you can't!"

General Albatross steps away and stands next to the Captain. He speaks just loudly enough to where Johns can hear, "If this somehow fails, call in Corporal Jackson. I know he has all the prototype implants and would definetly be willing to undergo a different experiment."

The captain replies with curiosity, "Different experiment, sir?"

"Yes Captain, you know. The Retro-FEV?" The General looks to the Captain and sees a look of recognition.

Two scientists step up to each side of Johns. They swab the arm with disinfectant and plug an IV into each arm. The General waves on the rest of the MPs, "Standby marines. Scientists... flip the switch."

The men in white coats do as told, and the blue liquid moves down the IVs and injects into the devil dog.

James shrieks with terror as he feels the liquid pump into his blood. Pain envelops his body as it begins to change. A wail leaves his lung as he mutates. Bones pop, and muscles ripple. His body grows, and during the change his skin becomes a bluish-grey, and his hair grows. The restraints grow with his body, to a point. Everything mutates and becomes larger, stronger. In a matter of minutes he grows six feet. During the process it's skin has gone from a bluish-grey to a navy blue. The new creation breaks from the restraints and let's out a roar.

The General bellows an order, "Zap the mammoth marines!"

At this order the marines with strange weapons pull their triggers, and what leaves the weapons are massive nets with spikes. Five nets are released unto the beast, they are comparable to barb wire for something of this magnitude. The beast tries to wrestle out of the metal nets but it just makes things worse. The physical suffering increases and he let's out a soul shaking roar. Blood drips from his open flesh. With the push of a button on the net-slingers, volts fly trough the nets and electrocute the brute.

General Albatross waves an arm, "Tranq him!"

The other marines fire their tranquilizers. With one tranq having the power to put down an enraged African elephant for a week. A total of twenty five tranquilizers are fired.

Johns doesn't remember what happened next. Things went black for a while. He remembers Mammoth waking up later in a large cage. The facility was a ghosttown. He figured the marines were sent our to save as many as possible. The former man watched as Mammoth climbed his way out of the prison and into the nuclear wasteland. Some newspapers showed a silhouette of a strange abomination of a man, but they mostly showed the scars of bombs dropped.

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Johns is jolted back to the present. He sees the desk before him, and the screen showing Mammoth still devouring dinner. He gives a some useful information to his counterpart, Mammoth, the past is sometimes a frightening thing to look back at. It can be enlightening, but also very painful. Johns stares of into space and thinks to himself, I am not destined for the new world that lies ahead, no one from the old world is.

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I thought this would help, Mammoth's origin story pretty much. It should explain them both further, but also show a weakness to Mammoth.

Stay Classy

More and more Mammoth's alter-ego seems to affect and control them. I'm rather eager to see how John gains more influence and how he came to be.

Hmm, i think James Johns would not be completely with taking over the body of Mammoth. Johns didn't even want Mammoth to come about, he didn't want to get strapped in and injected. Influence yes, help Mammoth become a more humane, good being, yes. I will delve into Johns past in future installments, but as for now that all I got.

I am really loving this fan fic.

Thank you very much Josh, hope it stays as such.

Josh, you're a centaur (and a cool one, not a FO3 one)!