The fugitive was unconscious on the bed. He was not going to be a problem

The two that were with the fugitive were asleep next to him. They might be complications, but the odds of that calculated out to be slim.

The doctors on the other hand were going to be a definite problem.

6 looked at the still forms, waiting for instructions on what to do from 3-now-1.

6 was standing just inside of the doorway, next to a large draw-back curtain. From here, nobody could see 6, but 6 could see everything. 6 had been standing there for two hours, and thirteen minutes exactly. The order still did not come, but all 6 had to do was wait for it, like 3-now-1 had instructed.

A doctor moved over to the three still forms and tapped the orange one, waking her.

"Huh... wha..."

"I need to perform a check-up on him, to see if he's healing properly. I need you and your friend to move for a while."

"He's fine. He doesn't need a check-up."

"I'm sorry, but I n-"

"If you try to touch him I'll shatter your hooves!"

"There's no way to know if-"

"I know; I can here it in his heartbeat. He's getting stronger every minute."

The doctor grumbled and shook his head, then walked away.

She put her head back down on his chest and smiled. She quickly fell asleep once again after closing her eyes.

6 did not understand this. You could not know the medical condition of a body unless it is examined by a doctor. She was not a doctor, she was a militant. Therefor she could not know what the fugitive's medical condition. 6's logic was sound, so there could be no faults in it.

There it was. 6 had received the signal. 6 now knew what was to be done.

***

Luna had stopped crying and was now being led by her sister, Celestia, to the hospital wing. Her magic was drained, her horn was aching like never before, and she had multiple broken bones. This was all a result from the battle she had lost with the creature from another world. "H- he could have ki- killed u- us," she almost whispered.

"But he didn't," Celestia said, her voice a mixture of worry and joy. "He could have killed you, but he spared you, Luna. I think that should speak volumes for him."

Luna just shuttered as she remembered the fight. "He... killed one of our guards. He was covered in his blood. Oh, Tia, we have never been so afraid in our life," she said, nuzzling into her sister's side. She winced as her damaged shoulder blade ground against itself at the movement, but fought through it.

Celestia wrapped her wing around her sister tighter, reassuring her that it was all right. "Don't worry anymore Luna. He is in a state of unconsciousness and can't hurt anypony. And even when he wakes up, I'm sure that he'll at the very least, try to be peaceful."

They turned the last corner of their trip. They were only a short walk down the corridor from the hospital wings now.

"Tia..." Luna tried.

"What is it, Luna?" Celestia asked, nuzzling her sister's cheek affectionately.

Luna smiled softly at her sister's touch, leaning into it. "We... we believe that we are... frightened, of him. We are not sure if it would be wise to share the same room with him for any amount of time right now."

Celestia smiled at her sister warmly. "I'm sure that he won't be in any condition to harm you Luna. He has taken a physical tole far worse than you have, and I'm sure that he will not wish to be hurt further by you."

Luna nodded slowly at her sister's logic. "Yes... Yes, we think that you are correct. Even in our weakened state, we are far stronger than he."

Celestia pushed open the doors of the hospital, which, for some strange reason had been closed. These doors are never supposed to be closed, under any circumstance. Once she walked through the now open doors, she froze at the sight before her. One of the other three creatures, 6 by the looks of it, was standing over the hurt one. He had a large syringe in his strange hoof, and he was pumping some kind of pale and sickly yellow colored mixture into the IV bag that was feeding into the injured one's arm.

The royal doctor was also laying on the floor in a pool of his own blood, another syringe sticking out of his eye.

But Celestia only just saw this. Her rage had induced upon her tunnel vision, and she was seeing a red haze coming over her eyes, fading her sight slightly as she glared murderously at the creature with the syringe. She used her primal rage and instincts to focus her magic. It caused her pain, but she barely registered it as she used her magic to stop 6. To hurt him. To kill him.

He turned to look at her with his normal blank face, but even as he saw her, saw it, he wasn't able to avoid the large medical cabinet sailing towards him at the speed of light.

***

6 had received the signal. Now knowing what must be done, the plan that 3-now-1 had developed could be put into action.

6 was rummaging through drawers and cabinets of medical supplies looking for what was needed. 6 pulled out a drawer and found it.

The needle was wrapped in a thin a layer of plastic which had the hazard symbol printed onto it.

6 picked up the needle and tore off the covering. One item found, now all that was needed was the correct toxins. 6 looked at a large cabinet and saw hundreds of vials, bottles and tubes inside, and they were all full of liquids. 6 walked quickly over to the cabinet and tore the door off of its hinges. 6 picked up the first bottle of chemicals. Without looking to see what it actually was, 6 stuck the needle into the lid, filling the syringe up the the first line with the liquids inside. 6 repeated this process with a different bottle every time, until finally, the syringe was full. It looked pale and sickly, slightly shifting shades of the yellow color of the mixture... It looked completely deadly.

There was steps behind him.

6 turned and saw the doctor from before.

"What a-"

6 lunged at the doctor, stabbing him in the neck with the syringe in his hand, but not injecting any of its contents into him.

The doctor gasped in pain and fell back, landing just out of 6's reach. He tried to scramble to his hooves, but 6 was fast.

6 reached into the drawer from before and pulled out another needle. Quickly unwrapping it, 6 shot forward.

The doctor tried to get out of the way of 6's attack, but failed.

6 struck the doctor in the eye with the needle, forcing him to experience slow and painful agony as the needle in his eye radiated the most intense pain he had ever felt in his life. 6 watched as the body slowly convulsed and twitched on the floor, spewing out blood from the now bloody eye socket.

The doctor tried to say something, but the pain was too immense. His good eye darted around wildly, looking for a way to stop the pain. He flared up his horn as he tried to cast a numbing spell to help himself.

6 stomped down on the needle, sending it more than half-way into the doctor's head. Doing this killed him almost instantly, but with horrible pain in his last few seconds of life.

6 left the body of the doctor and moved to the side of the fugitive. The two that were with the fugitive were still asleep, which made the task easier. 6 lifted the syringe to the IV bag that was pumping healing nutrients into the fugitive. 6 punctured the bag with the syringe, slowly injecting it inside. 6 watched as the yellow substance mixed slowly with the clear fluids inside of the bag.

The doors of the hospital room opened.

6 looked away from the bag and to the doors. The two rulers stood there. One was injured, and one was glaring in 6's direction.

Before 6 could react, a large metal cabinet collided into 6, causing 6 to fly across the room and hit the opposite wall with a loud thud.

6's arm was twisted at a wrong angle and both legs were shattered. 6 looked to the fugitive's still body. The IV bag had become unhooked from the force of the cabinet and was now draining out onto the floor. 6 had failed. But... the logic was sound; there was no room for error. How could the plan have failed?

Then the cabinet was magically slammed down onto 6's head, flattening 6 into nothing but a bright red paste with shattered and twisted legs sticking out from underneath the heavy metal container.

***

Celestia stood panting over the dead being. What she had just done was not physically taxing, but the rage she felt leaving her took most of her strength with it. Her horn flared one last time then died, having used whatever energy she had regained up. As her mind cleared, she looked upon what she had done. She felt sick. She hadn't personally killed anypony in almost one thousand years. This was not what she should have done. She should have talked to him; found out what he was doing.

"Princess, what's wrong?!" a voice yelled.

Celestia turned to see the two guards standing defensively around the creatures bed, looking at her worriedly.

Celestia sighed. "One of the three that came here with him was injecting... something into his nutrition feed," she explained. "But I... stopped him..."

"Sister, that was... unnecessary," Luna said from the doorway, limping towards her.

Celestia rushed to aid her sister, wrapping her wing around her for support. "I know, Luna," she said quiet enough so that only Luna could hear her.

"Well, what should we do about the others?" Gentle Breeze asked the princesses.

"We will-" Luna started, but was interrupted by her sister.

"No Luna, you will only stay here and rest," she said sternly, looking at the corpse of her best doctor sadly. "I will find somepony to look after you, but until then, I will find out what the meaning of this attack was."

"We'll come with you, princess!" Sky Fire announced.

Celestia only shook her head. "No, young Sky Fire, you are needed here."

"What?! Why?! I- err, we, need to find out why they tried to kill him!" she protested.

"But if you leave his side, what is to stop another attack from happening?" Celestia asked intelligently.

This made Sky Fire stop and think about what to day next.

"Don't worry princess, we'll make sure nothing happens to him or Luna," Gentle Breeze said.

Celestia smiled at her. "Thank you," she said before walking out of the room.

Celestia didn't know why they had decided to attack him. And while he was in a hospital bed recovering from his wounds, no less! She just couldn't comprehend their reasoning. So she decided to find out why they did it. She strode down the corridors, knowing exactly where her next destination was. She was going to confront the three- no, two beings that were playing their role as guests here. She wanted answers, and she was going to get them.

Author's Note

Uh oh, look out everybody! We got a badass over here! But really, that merc bastard got what he deserved in my opinion. Good job Celestia! You go girl!