Under Groundby Null and VoidChaptersChapter 1 BeginningsChapter 2 Another Day Another…Chapter 3 German IngenuityChapter 4 NurseChapter 6 Best Birthday EverChapter 5 Punishment for the FailuresChapter 1 BeginningsChapter 1 Beginnings By: ZCD99 -Greasy- There was a loud buzzer going off from down the hall. “In a minute” I yelled through my sleep. BZZZZZZZ!!!! Another buzz, only louder this time, “All right, all right I’m getting up!” I yelled turning of the power to speaker. “Damn it!” I yelled getting out of my makeshift bed of old rags and straw. “Why is it that they only need these things done during the middle of the night?” This was the thirteenth slave surgery I had done this month and things were starting to get repetitive. My companion and I both ran an underground surgical hospital for escaped slaves and the very poor who could not afford the proper care. This has been done for over fifty years and was all run from the sewers that ran through the City of Arbor Dale. “And don’t get me wrong, I mean it’s a simple procedure really.” I stated to no one in particular, “All you have to do is mark around the Cutie Mark, make a quick slice and BAM! Bye, bye slave, you’re free.” The Surgery was to remove the Cutie Marks of escaped slaves who were branded by their previous owners; the problem was there have been more and more escapees and not enough room to keep them in the patient quarters with the others. “Well, I better get Rider up and get this show started!” I said, cheering myself up with the thought of more bits in my pockets. We were in need of money to try and pay off our debts to society. Apparently helping others in need was a crime in Equestria now. It was about three in the morning and the real task was to get Rider, my Griffin assistant up and ready for the surgery. I walked down the damp mossy corridor and looked in to his room. “Rider... Hey Rider! Get up we got work.” I said as he turned away from me. “Go on!” he howled at me. “They can wait till the morning. It’s their own damn fault that they went and got themselves put in those camps” he moaned. I rolled my eyes. “Come on and get your lazy ass out of bed. Think of the bits we could be making.” He rolled over and gave me a stare with his only remaining eye. “Does it matter? It’s not like we can use them anyway. You know us being wanted men and all.” “Look,” I said with a grin. “It’s a quick thing and will only take but a few seconds and then you can go right back to bed, honest.” “Ya, ya I’m getting up hang on.” He said with a grunt pushing him up of the bed. He turned and sat at the edge of his bed fiddling with his joints trying to reattach the new leg I installed for him last week. It was a new model that I put together, trying out my work with wires instead of old fashion cog and steam. So far it was not a complete success. The New model was silent sure but other than that it seemed to slow down and speed up as it pleased. Some days it would not start and other days it would start without any warning at all. The only good it brought was that it was easier to steal from the local testing facility for new equipment and chemicals. “Why in Celestia’s name do I have to use the damn thing anyway?” Rider asked after finally attaching it. “I need you to test it for me so we can try to sell these new limbs to the public.” Wires and electricity was a new technology to Equestria and so far it was not all that great. Only the rich had electrical lights in their homes and that was very few to no one at all. “When can I have my old cog leg back and trash this garbage? Beside I feel like a lab rat.” Rider snorted. “It will be some time Rider, just look at the possibilities. We would make so much money out of this and then we could pay our Debts to society” I said. “The only problem with that Greasy is that they won’t accept our bits no matter how much we give them. We helped slaves escape and were screwed no matter how much we give them.” He said raising his tone. He pushed passed me and I followed behind trying to catch up. “What’s for Breakfast he said going the complete opposite way than the entry way. “I don’t know but if you’re not down here in fifteen minutes then you’re out of here!” I lied, knowing that I needed him no matter how annoying he was. You see he wasn’t only my assistant but he was also my brother. OK, I know not biologically but we grew up together. I remember when my father was in the middle of that surgery. It was raining out and at that time we didn’t have the pipes to run the overflow water out of the rooms. I was trying to get the water out while my father and mother helped a young Griffin give birth. I had seen many births before but this one was different. I was about ten at the time and I remember that, as I tried to get the water out of the surgery room it was a normal birth. The young soon to be mother were yelling louder than ever and then out of nowhere she just stopped. I thought that it was over and went to see the new baby but as an approached my mother began to yell and furiously told me to leave. I didn’t know what to do untie she began crying and telling me to leave at once. I was then pushed out of the room and sent to my room. The next morning though my mother came to me and told me what had happened? She had told me that I was going to have a new brother. I was so excited; I never had another pony to play with ever. But she then told me that it would be a Griffin and not a pony. It didn’t matter though I was going to have a brother. I began to focus I needed to get this surgery done. I walked to the entrance and introduced myself to the pink pony at the door. “Please,” I said, “Come in make yourself at home. I’m Greasy! Greasy Gears! And you might be?” “Um… Well, I’m Clare.” She said in a whisper. The Pegasus pony shuffled in, I could already tell that she had carried coal for one of the factories in town by the way she walked and the huge Q13 over her Cutie Mark (Q13 Meaning Quarry 13). “Quarry work huh?” I said in a grim tone. She nodded her head at me and I gave her a nod back. Quarry 13 was the worst of all the Quarries in Equestria. It was an all Mares Facility and it being the Biggest Coal supplier in Equestria it was a constant fight between the heat, weight on your back, and the constant whipping if you slowed down. “Now,” I said changing the subject, “We need to go over the procedure first.” I told her. I pulled down a screen with my horns magic and began to show her the diagrams of how the surgery would begin. “First we will be removing your Cutie Marks. This will be relatively painless on account of the fact you will be eating a little Red Root to numb your body.” I explained. “Then we will let the wound heal, and when it is fully healed in about 2-3 weeks your Cutie Mark will come back a little faded, So you will need to come back and I will touch it up with a little Buffalo Ink. Don’t worry it will look good as new. Your leg however, is a different story.” She raised her head. “You shuffle your feet from the carrying the constant weight on your back.” I explained. “I will need to add steel rods in your hind legs to support yourself.” “But I walk just fine.” She said “Yes but the constant weight that was put on your body may have caused your femur to crack.” I explained “This is because you being that of a Pegasus your bones are hollow like bird’s bones so you’ll be lighter and are able to fly.” She nodded again. “But that’s enough anatomy class. Are there any questions?” I ask. “Yes,” she said with barley even a whisper. “How much will this cost?” As I began to answer there was a pounding from the back room and followed by a booming voice shouting. “You, Slave! What are you doing here?” “Damn it.” I swore under my breath. Chapter 2 Another Day Another…Chapter 2 another Day Another… By: ZCD99 *Note: Sorry about the foul language but the only scene wasn’t right without the swearing. That and Rider is a potty mouth. Thank You. -Rider- Eating to my filling I decided to head down to the lobby and see our new customer. I headed down the hall taking my time to check on any of the other patients and see how they were holding up. I don’t normally like checking patients but I hate slave surgery even more. It’s such a dull process compared to the other things we could do to them. “Aww shit!” I said to me out loud “My Griffin instincts are getting the best of me again” That’s been a resent problem with me lately. I’ll be having normal nice thoughts and then BAM! I think of torture or Death or anything violent for that matter. Grease says it’s a part of the Griffin brain to be over violent and a little selfish at times. I toy with him saying he’s just racist and needs to stop hating. But in all reality I know it’s true. That’s the only reason the slave camps and Quarries are run by Griffins instead of ponies. When I reached the end of the hall I saw that Grease was already talking to the patient. “Hell,” I whispered “let’s have some fun.” I stood up, kicked open the door and shouted “You! Slave! What are you doing here?” By the look on Greases face I could tell I was in a load of hell now. The Pegasus jumped and began bucking at anything she could get at. Grease ran and calmed her down with a quick spell from his horn. The young Pegasus soon became a little slower until she finally collapsed unconscious. Grease turned to me “What in Celestia’s god for fucking sakes name did you do that you dumb fucking bastard!” I lowered my head “Shit! I didn’t think she would have a god damn heart attack!” Grease even more enraged began again “She’s bean in Quarry 13 She could have easily broke any of her god damn bones because of your tough shit comment!” Damn I thought now I’m really screwed. I didn’t know she was from Q13. He’s going to bring up the brain surgery again, and if he does was fucked for another adventure to the testing facility. Greasy began to berate me about how we need to swap up the Medulla and replace it with a pony’s to fix my anger problems. So now after the surgery we have to go to the damn labs and steal more of their tech and chemicals to fix my problems. Shit no sleep for me. After about an hour the Pegasus slowly regained conciseness I came over and apologized to her. “Hey! Your awake I’m sorry about all that back there I’m just a little uncontrollable sometimes that’s all.” She lifted her head and began to doze off again. “Hey, Hey, Hey wait up you need to eat the Red Root before you go back to sleep.” She looked up and opened her mouth. I placed the roots on her tongue and she began to chew. In a few moments she became limp again and we began the operation. Greasy left the room calmer than he was and brought back his little black bag of tools and instruments. Grease pulled out a piece of black chalk and made a light circle around Clare’s Cutie Mark. He then took out a somewhat rusted scalpel and made the circular cut around the markings. The incision began to bleed and I went to the back closet and brought back a gray small rag to clean up a little. Grease nodded to me and I retrieved the small paring knife from the bag and began to slide it under the Pegasus’s flesh, removing skin from muscle. Greasy left and brought back a roll of gauss to wrap the area. We then proceeded to do the same to the opposite Cutie Mark. When we were finished it was about 5:30 and moved Clare to the other side of the room for her leg operation. We first made an insertion down her right hind leg and began cutting through muscle. Once through Grease handed me a Bone saw with the letters ADML on the handle. This stood for Arbor Dale Medical Labs, the place we stole it from. In fact about 95% of all the items down her had those same initials on them. I began to cut through the bone and exchanged the femur with the sturdy steel replica. It fit a little snug but that was expected with most bone replacements. Grease took over and began sewing up the muscle and skin. He then left for the closet and came back with a few leg braces. The first one was too small but the second one fit quite well around her leg. By now it was about 6 and Greasy carried her over to the patient’s quarters with his unicorn magic. There were about twenty beds all filled with ponies of different color and sizes. This was the hardest part, checking to see who needed to leave and getting them to go. I began walking up and down the aisles and checking the clipboards for specific dates and times of surgery. Most of them should have already have left about a week ago. I began by saying “Thank you for coming for our services, but it is time for you to depart. If you will please grab your belonging I would be glad to lead you all to the exit.” There was no response. I began again “Please take your things and leave we have others patients who will be taking your places.” A cult stood up and began to yell, “Why can’t we stay longer it’s not like any of these others will survive out there anyway!” “Because were not a refugee camp that’s why!” Greasy yelled. I gave him a puzzled stare and he looked at me with hatred in his eyes. I turned knowing that it was not intended for me but the stubborn cult in front of me. He and the cult continued to argue. I began to look over the clipboard in a small blue mare’s bed. She had the same surgery that Clare had just a few hours ago. She would be leaving. The yellow mare with her young orange filly, they’ve been here for two weeks, they would be leaving. Another colt this time smaller, nine days, he was going to go. Just about everyone in this room had been here well over a weak. They all needed to be gone. I stood in front of them all and began yelling over the commotion “We will go down your patient numbers and if I read your number you will be leaving… today.” Murmurs arouse through the group. Someone protested but Grease toned him out with a silence spell. I cleared my throughout “Numbers 125, 126, 127, 130, 131, 135, 139, and number 141. Please pack your things and leave. We can do no more for you here.” There were a few gasps and a cry from the filly but it had to be done. As the last of the ponies left the facility Greasy came up to me and said. ”That was brave of you to do that Rider.” He began. “I would never have been able to get them to leave without your help.” There were only about three beds left with bodies in them. Clare, a mare who had recently had there Cutie Marks removed, and an elderly cult who would be leaving with the mare after he had regained conscience. “All right.” said Greasy, “Let’s get packing; we’ve got a lab to rob.” Chapter 3 German IngenuityChapter 3 German Ingenuity By: ZCD99 -Greasy- It was about 1 week after the plans were finished and had got all our supplies packed and ready to leave. We packed the usual fake ADML scrubs, two duffel bags, 5 vials, a few jars, and about twenty empty syringes. I wasn’t mad at Rider anymore but I was still going on my word about trying to find him a new medulla, plus we were running low on Red Root from the recent increase of escapees. So in other words it was shopping time for the underground team. “You ready Mr. Parks?” I asked Rider. “Sure is Doctor Lowell.” Rider replied to me. Our plan was simple we would use the sewers and go under the lab’s east rest room. There we would crawl out of the man hole cover in the janitors quick access tunnels and use our gurney I put together a few years back and hide the equipment under the rack I added. Rider would be the patient and I’d be the doctor. I would remove his false leg and wheel him in to and empty room from there we would move from room to room taking as I pleased. Except this time Rider would be able to help with his new electrical leg. This is where things became a lot easier, more people meant more equipment and more equipment meant more patients. Then from there more money and a way to fix my life and get out of this profession and live a normal life. At least I hope. “Come on Rider we better head out if we want to get there be for sun down.” “Ya, coming Grease” He said putting one of the duffel bags filled with equipment on his back. I carried mine with a levitation spell and we headed out making sure the building was locked. The patient Quarters were now empty, Clare healthy and on her way. I opened the door for my Griffin friend and we headed out in to the sewers, making sure to lock the large steel vault door as I left. There was a high crime rate and many gangs and homeless lived in the sewers. But most knew us down here and didn’t bother us on account of the fact that we more or less helped everyone down here at some time or another. “This is your kingdom,” I joked to rider. “You mean everything the filth touches?” he asked with a grin. I laughed at the old joke. It was dark and cool down here with every corner occupied by a homeless pony or griffin. In the shadows goats hid and waited for their chance to grab at anything that might get dropped by anyone passing by. There was mold everywhere and the air smelled of decease. As we passed one of the tunnels something vial could be smelled. Rider cringed, his remaining eye closing at the smell of it. As we went on people encounter less than before. Now there was only a person every seven or eight meters, and an occasional corpse eaten away from either decease or starvation. It was horrible. There was absolutely no reason the Arbor Dale should be doing this to their citizens. We were dying down here while the fat cats up top were partying there asses of and drinking Cider till they were passed out on their tables. It sounded like fun, A lot better than down here. But we had a job to do we needed to get out of our own mess. And the only way I knew to do that was help others. Help others to help ourselves. “Hey Rider?” I asked. “Ya?” he answered. “Do you think were using these people to only get what we want?” “And what do we want?” He asked. “You know my whole plan to pay off the debts and crimes and actually starting a real hospital to help out the unlucky?” “I think you just answered your own question.” Rider said. “What do you mean?” “Well,” he began “you want to get money off these people to help get a better life to help even more people like these.” I thought about it for a minute. “Wow, your right.” I began “You know, I can be the smartest pony sometimes but, if it weren’t for you I probably would be dead by now.” Rider looked at me “Your welcome… Dumb, dumb.” He joked. I laughed “Alright were almost there we better keep quit just in case.” There would be no talking unless absolutely necessary. We arrived at the ladder that headed up to the closet. We checked our bags to see if we had everything and headed up the ladder. I set the bag down and used my shadow magi to conceal us as I opened the door to check for anyone. Clear I opened the door and we moved in to the rest room it was about 8:00 from how dark it was outside. The rest room was quite a change compared to the rusted old sewers. The floors were made from a white tile and the walls were plastered. It smelled of cleaning chemicals and bleach. Rider rolled out the custom Gurney from the closet and I began placing the duffel bags with our equipment on the rack under the gurney bed. I covered the gurney with a white sheet and began removing Rider’s leg. After it was removed I placed it with the bags under the gurney. Rider got onto the gurney and I placed another sheet over him and we began our journey in to the facility. Before we left the room I snatch all the bars of soap off the sink and the extra bars in the closet and some towels as well. I checked the hall to make sure it was clear and we headed out. The first three rooms were occupied but when we got to the end of the hall we found an empty room. We entered and instinctively I shut the door and used my shadow magic to move the shadows over the hallway window. Nobody would be able to tell anyone was in the room even with the lights on. Rider began to reattach his leg while I set one of the duffel bags on the floor. I then set out and started searching the room. The closet had a pair of scrubs and some surgical masks in a bin. I took the masks five in all and tossed them in the duffel bag. Rider got off the Gurney and put the bag on top of it. He then went for the cupboards. I moved over to the desk drawers and began shuffling through them. I found two small bottles of ink and four quills. I moved them over and set them next to the masks. Rider walked over with a large anatomy book and two books filled with blank sheets of paper. As we left I saw something hanging on the door, an envelope. I took it down with my horn and opened it there was a blue card and a note. Dear, Dr. Whooves We are so glad to have you working with us and hope you enjoy out facility. Please take this Blue access card to get to the restricted areas of the lower facility. You will be needed there tomorrow morning at 8:30. Please don’t be late. Best regards, Professor Wright How odd that it be here, it was almost 8:30. Well it was ours now and we intended to use it. The first room took about twelve minuets we left and continued to the next room. This time Rider could act as a surgeon. The new leg was working fantastic, we were getting work done in half the time and, we could now go to the restricted zone. That would be amazing, all the unseen technology, the books, the chemicals. I felt great, and it’s all because of that new leg and a pony named Dr. Whooves. As we came to the next room I saw a security guard come around the corner. I taped the right side of the cart signaling to take a right. We turned and avoided the guard, but were headed towards the restricted wing. Great we can get an early start. Rider tapped my side. I looked and he gave me a puzzled look. I nodded and he shrugged his shoulders. I swiped the card and the door slid open to a stair well that led to a long hall with many windows on either side. As we continued I heard screaming from down the hall. I looked at Rider and he looked back I nodded and we continued down the hall looking in on the rooms. All of them were dark except for one at the end of the hall. As I approach the room a saw what was inside the brightly-lit room. On the table was a young pony strapped to a table by her legs. Her chest was opened and there were tacks holding the flaps of flesh open while a sheet covered her face. A white colt in bloodied scrubs walked continued to do his surgery on her. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached for the card. Rider jabbed me in the side and gave me a stare from the eye of his I ignored it stunned at the sight if front of me. Rider stayed behind. As I opened the door with the card the Colt turned and looked at me. “Aww Doctor Whooves you’re late”. He began as I entered. He held out a hoof and I shook it. “I am Professor Wright.” He said in a thick German accent. “Pleasure” I said not knowing what to say. The Mares heart was still beating was beginning to get nervous. “Don’t worry.” he said, “I’ve already started the procedure.” “Very good.” I said not sure what else to say. “Please remind me what we’re doing here today.” Puzzled he said “Remember you said we would be beginning the tests on the mare to see how the toxins would affect the conscious body.” “Wait!” I said now in a full panic. “She can feel this!” “Well of course.” He began “This is what the Facility was established for the development of new weapons and torture abilities to help stop the threats that could come to Arbor Dale or Equestria.” I was shocked now “So, this facility is for…for torturing others to find new types of pain?” “Exactly, and you are obviously not doctor Whooves so I’ll be asking you to lay down with your hooves over your head.” He commanded pulling a surgical knife from the patients living body. Clenching the knife, the Professor charged full speed at me with the knife in his teeth. I jumped out of the way and the professor hit a few beakers spilling chemicals over the floor. He got up shaking his head and ran back my way. “I’ll kill you!” He yelled only this time however Rider came in and tackled Wright. He fell and landed on his knife. Rider got up and saw that the knife was now lodged in the professor’s throat. He twitched for a few minutes and then fell silent, his blood mixing with the chemicals and forming a brown lake in the center of the room. “My luck.” I said to Rider “My Fucking Luck.” Chapter 4 NurseChapter 4 Nurse By: ZCD99 -Rider- “Get the cart in here!” Grease yelled. I ran and rolled it in to the room making sure to keep it away from the chemical blood mix in the center of the room. Grease removed the cloth on the mare’s face and cringed. Getting a better look I saw that the mares Cutie Mark was branded with a NRS. This was a new one. “Come here” he said to me. I walked over and cringed at the sight. The young Mare’s skin had been removed and there were patches of cloth on her face. She was crying from pain. I carefully removed a strip of cloth and smelt it. A chemical unknown to me but it smelt of alcohol. “I don’t know what this is Grease.” He took the rest of the cloth from her face and piled them on the floor. “Putt them in a jar.” He told me. “We need to sew her back up and get her out of here. I looked at him but didn’t argue. What he said goes and she needed help, badly. “Alright.” Grease continued “I’m going to numb her.” He said using the same calming spell he used on Clare at the shop. She soon stooped crying and became limp. Her heart began to beat slower and slower. Grease ran to a drawer and began shifting through looking for tools. I grabbed a needle and some thread from the duffel bag for stitching. “Good,” He said “now it looks as if he’s messed with her heart, it has holes in it from what I think was adrenaline needles to… keep… her… What the fuck are they doing here!” he yelled I looked “Aww shit.” All the muscle in her right hind leg had been pulled up through the top of her leg, her leg was beginning to swell, and she was going to need a new one. “Alright.” I said “No problem, we’ll just make a new leg that’s all.” I was nervous. We were neck high in shit at any moment now someone could walk in and see what happened. As we looked closer at the damage I realized that there was more of the mysterious chemical inside the body as well as shoved in her leg. I pulled the strips out and added them to the jar. After removing all of them Grease began sewing up the chest cavity. “Wait!” I stopped him. “What about the heart?” He shook his head “I can’t do anything about it here we need to get her out and examine her at our place.” Grease used a levitation spell and lifted her on to our cart careful not to shift her around too much. He then strapped her on just to be safe. “Pack up was leaving.” I placed the Duffel bags and the jar of chemical stained cloth in the cart then I saw something or a lack of something. “Where’s the Processor?” Grease turned to the brown pool to see drag marks leading to a sealed door. “Shit! We need to get out of this hell hole now!” We opened the door and Grease took the entire cart with his levitation spell and lifted it up the stairs to the top floor, back where we started. “Ok.” Grease said, “Act natural.” As we began to walk a voice came over the intercom. A German voice. “Attention! We have intruders on level one. Kill ‘cough’ on sight.” His voice gurgled and coughing as he tried to talk from the knife in his throat. As he said this three guards came around the corner and charged at full speed with knives clenched in their mouths “You still say we should act natural?” I yelled. “Fuck that, close your eyes and get down!” with that his horn eliminated and blinded the charging guards. As I opened them again I saw that they had collapsed to the floor shielding their eyes and wincing in pain. We then ran back to the rest room that led to the entrance of the tunnel. “Damn it! Lock the door we need to get her off the gurney.” I locked the door and ran to help undo the straps around her chest. There were more shouts from the intercom this time in full German with some wheezing. I began to lower myself into the hole. Once I was down and had her out of the gurney Grease carefully lowered the gurney then her down the hole. There was pounding on the door. Grease quickly shut the closet and jumped in. The door bust open and the guards came in but there was no one in sight. “Come on,” I said “We need to get Nurse to the shop.” “Nurse” Grease gave me a puzzled look. “Look at her Cutie Mark it has the letters NRS on them. Besides were going to need to call her something other than ‘it’ and ‘her’.” Grease shrugged “I guess her names Nurse now” “Ya, I guess so.” Chapter 6 Best Birthday EverChapter 6 Best Birthday Ever By: ZCD99 -Nurse- My name is Slave: 33B and today was my birthday. I turned eighteen today and that meant that I was going to be shipped to a new camp. That’s all I remember. Then I awoke and was on a lab table with a man shoving cloth down my throat. Then I blacked out. Everything just went numb. I awoke in a dark mold smelling room. The lights were off but my eyes quickly adjusted and I could see that I was alone in a small room with many tables and a few machines with spinning gears slowly rotating on it. My body was numb but I still had a throbbing headache. Then it hit me, I was still in that Professor’s insane play pin. I began to shake and thrash but I was strapped down to the table. I tried to scream but all the came out was a soft squeal. The doors bust open and the room was suddenly filled with light, blinding me as the two shadowed figures came in. The shorter one leaned down by me and spoke softly in to my ear. I couldn’t understand him everything was muffled and fuzzy. Then the other one came over and lifted my sheets. I became very cold and he then placed the sheet back over my body. The short figure witch I could now recognize as a white Unicorn walked away and came back to my head and removed something from my ears. I could here just fine now and they were talking between each other. “Do you think she’ll be fine?” the other person said. I couldn’t see him but his voice was very raspy. “Do you mean Nurse, as you call her? Yes she’ll be fine she just needs to rest.” He then came back to my side and began talking to me again. “I’m going to remove the straps. You are not in those labs any more so I need you to be careful.” He then released straps to the top braces and lifted the back of the bed forward allowing me to get a better look around. The room was a gray color with water stains on the walls and floor. I looked at him and then I saw the other. He was a dark brown Griffin with dirty white colored wings and a metal eye patch on his right eye. The Unicorn was a faded white and had a thinning black mane. The Unicorn came over to me and held out a hoof, to which I flinched thinking he was about to hit me like the Professor had done to me before. Realizing I was safe I held out my hoof and we gently shook hooves. “Hello” He began. “My name is Greasy Gears, and this is my assistant Rider.” The Griffin nodded at me and proceeded to walk to his friend’s side. The Unicorn continued by asking my name, which to my surprise I could not. I didn’t know my name but was unable to speak at all. He gave me a puzzled look. All I could do was let out a silent squeal as I tried to communicate leaving my throat quite swore from the struggle. I spit out a bit of blood. “Interesting.” He stated to my bewilderment. I couldn’t talk and this freak was talking like it was no big deal. He walked away and came back with a box and strap. “Now Nurse, I need you to stay still while I connect this device to your mainframe.” Nurse? Did he call me Nurse? And mainframe, what was he talking about? I gave him a puzzled look and he returned a grim stare. “Ah yes this is going to be tough.” He began setting the black box on the gurney at my feet. He motioned to Rider and rider lowered his head and wheeled a cart over to the gray Pony. He then dusted of a broken piece of glass and handed it to me. I looked into it and what I saw I almost could not comprehend. “Your body is trying to shut down your organs and the mask that you ware is keeping your brain active.” I began to panic and throw the mirror across the room. A blue aurora surrounded the pane of glass and gently lowered it to the table. I then began to pull and the mask but it would not budge. Grease set a hoof to my side and his horn began to glow. I then became very calm and did not have any will to fight. “You must stay calm if we are to help you and the others like you.” He said in a calm tone. He then lifted the sheet and Rider gave him a puzzled look. “You sure we should show her?” Greasy nodded and lifted the sheet to reveal that my legs were not my legs at all. They were replaced by two metal limbs and were making a faint humming sound. I looked up unable to shout, unable to run, unable to do anything. “I am sorry but we could not fix them entirely. You see the two chemicals that Professor Wright placed inside you are trying to shut down your vital organs and the other was killing muscle that it touched. We needed to amputate to stop the spread before it got to your chest. The Machine on you head is keeping your brain active as we try to stop the spread of any more chemicals. This box here is to tell your white blood cells to go kill of the infection. We need to install it if you are to survive” That’s just glorious. I basically stuck between being a cyborg and a zombie, I can’t talk, my new name is Nurse, and now my legs are gone. O well I guess I can get used to Nurse. Best… birthday… ever. Chapter 5 Punishment for the FailuresChapter 5 Punishment for the Failures By: ZCD99 *Note: Yes, Professor Wright is German with an accent. I however cannot write a very good accent without it looking like complete crap. So as the viewer please use your imagination. Thank You. Wright There were two guards dead on the floor at my feet. “Idiots!” I yelled. “You are all stupid buffoons!” I continued. I had to stop as I began to wheeze from the unnatural pain in the hole in my throat. If I were to have removed the knife from this hole through I would have drowned in my own blood, and if the chemical mix that had spilled had not got on my wound my throat would have swollen and suffocated me. It was by pure chance that I was still alive There was one guard left, one failure left to punish. But death was too small of a punishment for this one. For he was one of the chief officers in the Facility. For him torture would be the best bet for him. But for now he could go. I would use him for a test or an experiment. “Get your horned ass out of my sight, before I kill you like the others.” I scolded him. He nodded and began to run off. As he left I began to pour a glass of cider which quickly vanished. How could I be out smarted by a Unicorn? I knew the answer to this and it was the Griffin. If that griffin hadn’t tackled me I wouldn’t be in this issue. Now there were two who knew about our secrets and a potential third if the pony they stole wasn’t dead by now. “Shit.” I wheezed. This wasn’t going to go well. I’m going to need to find someone to get a hold of someone who could find the thorns in my side. But who was the question. And where was the real Doctor Whooves. It didn’t matter now though all that mattered was getting the mess in my office cleaned up. I could use some new anatomy skeletons for some of the other offices. And it’s been a while sense I had ingredients for that stew he used to make. I pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill and began to write. To Whom It May Concern, There will be a Reward! I leaned back satisfied with my creation and said aloud. “Thing are going to work out just fine.”
Chapter 1 BeginningsChapter 1 Beginnings By: ZCD99 -Greasy- There was a loud buzzer going off from down the hall. “In a minute” I yelled through my sleep. BZZZZZZZ!!!! Another buzz, only louder this time, “All right, all right I’m getting up!” I yelled turning of the power to speaker. “Damn it!” I yelled getting out of my makeshift bed of old rags and straw. “Why is it that they only need these things done during the middle of the night?” This was the thirteenth slave surgery I had done this month and things were starting to get repetitive. My companion and I both ran an underground surgical hospital for escaped slaves and the very poor who could not afford the proper care. This has been done for over fifty years and was all run from the sewers that ran through the City of Arbor Dale. “And don’t get me wrong, I mean it’s a simple procedure really.” I stated to no one in particular, “All you have to do is mark around the Cutie Mark, make a quick slice and BAM! Bye, bye slave, you’re free.” The Surgery was to remove the Cutie Marks of escaped slaves who were branded by their previous owners; the problem was there have been more and more escapees and not enough room to keep them in the patient quarters with the others. “Well, I better get Rider up and get this show started!” I said, cheering myself up with the thought of more bits in my pockets. We were in need of money to try and pay off our debts to society. Apparently helping others in need was a crime in Equestria now. It was about three in the morning and the real task was to get Rider, my Griffin assistant up and ready for the surgery. I walked down the damp mossy corridor and looked in to his room. “Rider... Hey Rider! Get up we got work.” I said as he turned away from me. “Go on!” he howled at me. “They can wait till the morning. It’s their own damn fault that they went and got themselves put in those camps” he moaned. I rolled my eyes. “Come on and get your lazy ass out of bed. Think of the bits we could be making.” He rolled over and gave me a stare with his only remaining eye. “Does it matter? It’s not like we can use them anyway. You know us being wanted men and all.” “Look,” I said with a grin. “It’s a quick thing and will only take but a few seconds and then you can go right back to bed, honest.” “Ya, ya I’m getting up hang on.” He said with a grunt pushing him up of the bed. He turned and sat at the edge of his bed fiddling with his joints trying to reattach the new leg I installed for him last week. It was a new model that I put together, trying out my work with wires instead of old fashion cog and steam. So far it was not a complete success. The New model was silent sure but other than that it seemed to slow down and speed up as it pleased. Some days it would not start and other days it would start without any warning at all. The only good it brought was that it was easier to steal from the local testing facility for new equipment and chemicals. “Why in Celestia’s name do I have to use the damn thing anyway?” Rider asked after finally attaching it. “I need you to test it for me so we can try to sell these new limbs to the public.” Wires and electricity was a new technology to Equestria and so far it was not all that great. Only the rich had electrical lights in their homes and that was very few to no one at all. “When can I have my old cog leg back and trash this garbage? Beside I feel like a lab rat.” Rider snorted. “It will be some time Rider, just look at the possibilities. We would make so much money out of this and then we could pay our Debts to society” I said. “The only problem with that Greasy is that they won’t accept our bits no matter how much we give them. We helped slaves escape and were screwed no matter how much we give them.” He said raising his tone. He pushed passed me and I followed behind trying to catch up. “What’s for Breakfast he said going the complete opposite way than the entry way. “I don’t know but if you’re not down here in fifteen minutes then you’re out of here!” I lied, knowing that I needed him no matter how annoying he was. You see he wasn’t only my assistant but he was also my brother. OK, I know not biologically but we grew up together. I remember when my father was in the middle of that surgery. It was raining out and at that time we didn’t have the pipes to run the overflow water out of the rooms. I was trying to get the water out while my father and mother helped a young Griffin give birth. I had seen many births before but this one was different. I was about ten at the time and I remember that, as I tried to get the water out of the surgery room it was a normal birth. The young soon to be mother were yelling louder than ever and then out of nowhere she just stopped. I thought that it was over and went to see the new baby but as an approached my mother began to yell and furiously told me to leave. I didn’t know what to do untie she began crying and telling me to leave at once. I was then pushed out of the room and sent to my room. The next morning though my mother came to me and told me what had happened? She had told me that I was going to have a new brother. I was so excited; I never had another pony to play with ever. But she then told me that it would be a Griffin and not a pony. It didn’t matter though I was going to have a brother. I began to focus I needed to get this surgery done. I walked to the entrance and introduced myself to the pink pony at the door. “Please,” I said, “Come in make yourself at home. I’m Greasy! Greasy Gears! And you might be?” “Um… Well, I’m Clare.” She said in a whisper. The Pegasus pony shuffled in, I could already tell that she had carried coal for one of the factories in town by the way she walked and the huge Q13 over her Cutie Mark (Q13 Meaning Quarry 13). “Quarry work huh?” I said in a grim tone. She nodded her head at me and I gave her a nod back. Quarry 13 was the worst of all the Quarries in Equestria. It was an all Mares Facility and it being the Biggest Coal supplier in Equestria it was a constant fight between the heat, weight on your back, and the constant whipping if you slowed down. “Now,” I said changing the subject, “We need to go over the procedure first.” I told her. I pulled down a screen with my horns magic and began to show her the diagrams of how the surgery would begin. “First we will be removing your Cutie Marks. This will be relatively painless on account of the fact you will be eating a little Red Root to numb your body.” I explained. “Then we will let the wound heal, and when it is fully healed in about 2-3 weeks your Cutie Mark will come back a little faded, So you will need to come back and I will touch it up with a little Buffalo Ink. Don’t worry it will look good as new. Your leg however, is a different story.” She raised her head. “You shuffle your feet from the carrying the constant weight on your back.” I explained. “I will need to add steel rods in your hind legs to support yourself.” “But I walk just fine.” She said “Yes but the constant weight that was put on your body may have caused your femur to crack.” I explained “This is because you being that of a Pegasus your bones are hollow like bird’s bones so you’ll be lighter and are able to fly.” She nodded again. “But that’s enough anatomy class. Are there any questions?” I ask. “Yes,” she said with barley even a whisper. “How much will this cost?” As I began to answer there was a pounding from the back room and followed by a booming voice shouting. “You, Slave! What are you doing here?” “Damn it.” I swore under my breath.
Chapter 2 Another Day Another…Chapter 2 another Day Another… By: ZCD99 *Note: Sorry about the foul language but the only scene wasn’t right without the swearing. That and Rider is a potty mouth. Thank You. -Rider- Eating to my filling I decided to head down to the lobby and see our new customer. I headed down the hall taking my time to check on any of the other patients and see how they were holding up. I don’t normally like checking patients but I hate slave surgery even more. It’s such a dull process compared to the other things we could do to them. “Aww shit!” I said to me out loud “My Griffin instincts are getting the best of me again” That’s been a resent problem with me lately. I’ll be having normal nice thoughts and then BAM! I think of torture or Death or anything violent for that matter. Grease says it’s a part of the Griffin brain to be over violent and a little selfish at times. I toy with him saying he’s just racist and needs to stop hating. But in all reality I know it’s true. That’s the only reason the slave camps and Quarries are run by Griffins instead of ponies. When I reached the end of the hall I saw that Grease was already talking to the patient. “Hell,” I whispered “let’s have some fun.” I stood up, kicked open the door and shouted “You! Slave! What are you doing here?” By the look on Greases face I could tell I was in a load of hell now. The Pegasus jumped and began bucking at anything she could get at. Grease ran and calmed her down with a quick spell from his horn. The young Pegasus soon became a little slower until she finally collapsed unconscious. Grease turned to me “What in Celestia’s god for fucking sakes name did you do that you dumb fucking bastard!” I lowered my head “Shit! I didn’t think she would have a god damn heart attack!” Grease even more enraged began again “She’s bean in Quarry 13 She could have easily broke any of her god damn bones because of your tough shit comment!” Damn I thought now I’m really screwed. I didn’t know she was from Q13. He’s going to bring up the brain surgery again, and if he does was fucked for another adventure to the testing facility. Greasy began to berate me about how we need to swap up the Medulla and replace it with a pony’s to fix my anger problems. So now after the surgery we have to go to the damn labs and steal more of their tech and chemicals to fix my problems. Shit no sleep for me. After about an hour the Pegasus slowly regained conciseness I came over and apologized to her. “Hey! Your awake I’m sorry about all that back there I’m just a little uncontrollable sometimes that’s all.” She lifted her head and began to doze off again. “Hey, Hey, Hey wait up you need to eat the Red Root before you go back to sleep.” She looked up and opened her mouth. I placed the roots on her tongue and she began to chew. In a few moments she became limp again and we began the operation. Greasy left the room calmer than he was and brought back his little black bag of tools and instruments. Grease pulled out a piece of black chalk and made a light circle around Clare’s Cutie Mark. He then took out a somewhat rusted scalpel and made the circular cut around the markings. The incision began to bleed and I went to the back closet and brought back a gray small rag to clean up a little. Grease nodded to me and I retrieved the small paring knife from the bag and began to slide it under the Pegasus’s flesh, removing skin from muscle. Greasy left and brought back a roll of gauss to wrap the area. We then proceeded to do the same to the opposite Cutie Mark. When we were finished it was about 5:30 and moved Clare to the other side of the room for her leg operation. We first made an insertion down her right hind leg and began cutting through muscle. Once through Grease handed me a Bone saw with the letters ADML on the handle. This stood for Arbor Dale Medical Labs, the place we stole it from. In fact about 95% of all the items down her had those same initials on them. I began to cut through the bone and exchanged the femur with the sturdy steel replica. It fit a little snug but that was expected with most bone replacements. Grease took over and began sewing up the muscle and skin. He then left for the closet and came back with a few leg braces. The first one was too small but the second one fit quite well around her leg. By now it was about 6 and Greasy carried her over to the patient’s quarters with his unicorn magic. There were about twenty beds all filled with ponies of different color and sizes. This was the hardest part, checking to see who needed to leave and getting them to go. I began walking up and down the aisles and checking the clipboards for specific dates and times of surgery. Most of them should have already have left about a week ago. I began by saying “Thank you for coming for our services, but it is time for you to depart. If you will please grab your belonging I would be glad to lead you all to the exit.” There was no response. I began again “Please take your things and leave we have others patients who will be taking your places.” A cult stood up and began to yell, “Why can’t we stay longer it’s not like any of these others will survive out there anyway!” “Because were not a refugee camp that’s why!” Greasy yelled. I gave him a puzzled stare and he looked at me with hatred in his eyes. I turned knowing that it was not intended for me but the stubborn cult in front of me. He and the cult continued to argue. I began to look over the clipboard in a small blue mare’s bed. She had the same surgery that Clare had just a few hours ago. She would be leaving. The yellow mare with her young orange filly, they’ve been here for two weeks, they would be leaving. Another colt this time smaller, nine days, he was going to go. Just about everyone in this room had been here well over a weak. They all needed to be gone. I stood in front of them all and began yelling over the commotion “We will go down your patient numbers and if I read your number you will be leaving… today.” Murmurs arouse through the group. Someone protested but Grease toned him out with a silence spell. I cleared my throughout “Numbers 125, 126, 127, 130, 131, 135, 139, and number 141. Please pack your things and leave. We can do no more for you here.” There were a few gasps and a cry from the filly but it had to be done. As the last of the ponies left the facility Greasy came up to me and said. ”That was brave of you to do that Rider.” He began. “I would never have been able to get them to leave without your help.” There were only about three beds left with bodies in them. Clare, a mare who had recently had there Cutie Marks removed, and an elderly cult who would be leaving with the mare after he had regained conscience. “All right.” said Greasy, “Let’s get packing; we’ve got a lab to rob.”
Chapter 3 German IngenuityChapter 3 German Ingenuity By: ZCD99 -Greasy- It was about 1 week after the plans were finished and had got all our supplies packed and ready to leave. We packed the usual fake ADML scrubs, two duffel bags, 5 vials, a few jars, and about twenty empty syringes. I wasn’t mad at Rider anymore but I was still going on my word about trying to find him a new medulla, plus we were running low on Red Root from the recent increase of escapees. So in other words it was shopping time for the underground team. “You ready Mr. Parks?” I asked Rider. “Sure is Doctor Lowell.” Rider replied to me. Our plan was simple we would use the sewers and go under the lab’s east rest room. There we would crawl out of the man hole cover in the janitors quick access tunnels and use our gurney I put together a few years back and hide the equipment under the rack I added. Rider would be the patient and I’d be the doctor. I would remove his false leg and wheel him in to and empty room from there we would move from room to room taking as I pleased. Except this time Rider would be able to help with his new electrical leg. This is where things became a lot easier, more people meant more equipment and more equipment meant more patients. Then from there more money and a way to fix my life and get out of this profession and live a normal life. At least I hope. “Come on Rider we better head out if we want to get there be for sun down.” “Ya, coming Grease” He said putting one of the duffel bags filled with equipment on his back. I carried mine with a levitation spell and we headed out making sure the building was locked. The patient Quarters were now empty, Clare healthy and on her way. I opened the door for my Griffin friend and we headed out in to the sewers, making sure to lock the large steel vault door as I left. There was a high crime rate and many gangs and homeless lived in the sewers. But most knew us down here and didn’t bother us on account of the fact that we more or less helped everyone down here at some time or another. “This is your kingdom,” I joked to rider. “You mean everything the filth touches?” he asked with a grin. I laughed at the old joke. It was dark and cool down here with every corner occupied by a homeless pony or griffin. In the shadows goats hid and waited for their chance to grab at anything that might get dropped by anyone passing by. There was mold everywhere and the air smelled of decease. As we passed one of the tunnels something vial could be smelled. Rider cringed, his remaining eye closing at the smell of it. As we went on people encounter less than before. Now there was only a person every seven or eight meters, and an occasional corpse eaten away from either decease or starvation. It was horrible. There was absolutely no reason the Arbor Dale should be doing this to their citizens. We were dying down here while the fat cats up top were partying there asses of and drinking Cider till they were passed out on their tables. It sounded like fun, A lot better than down here. But we had a job to do we needed to get out of our own mess. And the only way I knew to do that was help others. Help others to help ourselves. “Hey Rider?” I asked. “Ya?” he answered. “Do you think were using these people to only get what we want?” “And what do we want?” He asked. “You know my whole plan to pay off the debts and crimes and actually starting a real hospital to help out the unlucky?” “I think you just answered your own question.” Rider said. “What do you mean?” “Well,” he began “you want to get money off these people to help get a better life to help even more people like these.” I thought about it for a minute. “Wow, your right.” I began “You know, I can be the smartest pony sometimes but, if it weren’t for you I probably would be dead by now.” Rider looked at me “Your welcome… Dumb, dumb.” He joked. I laughed “Alright were almost there we better keep quit just in case.” There would be no talking unless absolutely necessary. We arrived at the ladder that headed up to the closet. We checked our bags to see if we had everything and headed up the ladder. I set the bag down and used my shadow magi to conceal us as I opened the door to check for anyone. Clear I opened the door and we moved in to the rest room it was about 8:00 from how dark it was outside. The rest room was quite a change compared to the rusted old sewers. The floors were made from a white tile and the walls were plastered. It smelled of cleaning chemicals and bleach. Rider rolled out the custom Gurney from the closet and I began placing the duffel bags with our equipment on the rack under the gurney bed. I covered the gurney with a white sheet and began removing Rider’s leg. After it was removed I placed it with the bags under the gurney. Rider got onto the gurney and I placed another sheet over him and we began our journey in to the facility. Before we left the room I snatch all the bars of soap off the sink and the extra bars in the closet and some towels as well. I checked the hall to make sure it was clear and we headed out. The first three rooms were occupied but when we got to the end of the hall we found an empty room. We entered and instinctively I shut the door and used my shadow magic to move the shadows over the hallway window. Nobody would be able to tell anyone was in the room even with the lights on. Rider began to reattach his leg while I set one of the duffel bags on the floor. I then set out and started searching the room. The closet had a pair of scrubs and some surgical masks in a bin. I took the masks five in all and tossed them in the duffel bag. Rider got off the Gurney and put the bag on top of it. He then went for the cupboards. I moved over to the desk drawers and began shuffling through them. I found two small bottles of ink and four quills. I moved them over and set them next to the masks. Rider walked over with a large anatomy book and two books filled with blank sheets of paper. As we left I saw something hanging on the door, an envelope. I took it down with my horn and opened it there was a blue card and a note. Dear, Dr. Whooves We are so glad to have you working with us and hope you enjoy out facility. Please take this Blue access card to get to the restricted areas of the lower facility. You will be needed there tomorrow morning at 8:30. Please don’t be late. Best regards, Professor Wright How odd that it be here, it was almost 8:30. Well it was ours now and we intended to use it. The first room took about twelve minuets we left and continued to the next room. This time Rider could act as a surgeon. The new leg was working fantastic, we were getting work done in half the time and, we could now go to the restricted zone. That would be amazing, all the unseen technology, the books, the chemicals. I felt great, and it’s all because of that new leg and a pony named Dr. Whooves. As we came to the next room I saw a security guard come around the corner. I taped the right side of the cart signaling to take a right. We turned and avoided the guard, but were headed towards the restricted wing. Great we can get an early start. Rider tapped my side. I looked and he gave me a puzzled look. I nodded and he shrugged his shoulders. I swiped the card and the door slid open to a stair well that led to a long hall with many windows on either side. As we continued I heard screaming from down the hall. I looked at Rider and he looked back I nodded and we continued down the hall looking in on the rooms. All of them were dark except for one at the end of the hall. As I approach the room a saw what was inside the brightly-lit room. On the table was a young pony strapped to a table by her legs. Her chest was opened and there were tacks holding the flaps of flesh open while a sheet covered her face. A white colt in bloodied scrubs walked continued to do his surgery on her. Curiosity got the best of me and I reached for the card. Rider jabbed me in the side and gave me a stare from the eye of his I ignored it stunned at the sight if front of me. Rider stayed behind. As I opened the door with the card the Colt turned and looked at me. “Aww Doctor Whooves you’re late”. He began as I entered. He held out a hoof and I shook it. “I am Professor Wright.” He said in a thick German accent. “Pleasure” I said not knowing what to say. The Mares heart was still beating was beginning to get nervous. “Don’t worry.” he said, “I’ve already started the procedure.” “Very good.” I said not sure what else to say. “Please remind me what we’re doing here today.” Puzzled he said “Remember you said we would be beginning the tests on the mare to see how the toxins would affect the conscious body.” “Wait!” I said now in a full panic. “She can feel this!” “Well of course.” He began “This is what the Facility was established for the development of new weapons and torture abilities to help stop the threats that could come to Arbor Dale or Equestria.” I was shocked now “So, this facility is for…for torturing others to find new types of pain?” “Exactly, and you are obviously not doctor Whooves so I’ll be asking you to lay down with your hooves over your head.” He commanded pulling a surgical knife from the patients living body. Clenching the knife, the Professor charged full speed at me with the knife in his teeth. I jumped out of the way and the professor hit a few beakers spilling chemicals over the floor. He got up shaking his head and ran back my way. “I’ll kill you!” He yelled only this time however Rider came in and tackled Wright. He fell and landed on his knife. Rider got up and saw that the knife was now lodged in the professor’s throat. He twitched for a few minutes and then fell silent, his blood mixing with the chemicals and forming a brown lake in the center of the room. “My luck.” I said to Rider “My Fucking Luck.”
Chapter 4 NurseChapter 4 Nurse By: ZCD99 -Rider- “Get the cart in here!” Grease yelled. I ran and rolled it in to the room making sure to keep it away from the chemical blood mix in the center of the room. Grease removed the cloth on the mare’s face and cringed. Getting a better look I saw that the mares Cutie Mark was branded with a NRS. This was a new one. “Come here” he said to me. I walked over and cringed at the sight. The young Mare’s skin had been removed and there were patches of cloth on her face. She was crying from pain. I carefully removed a strip of cloth and smelt it. A chemical unknown to me but it smelt of alcohol. “I don’t know what this is Grease.” He took the rest of the cloth from her face and piled them on the floor. “Putt them in a jar.” He told me. “We need to sew her back up and get her out of here. I looked at him but didn’t argue. What he said goes and she needed help, badly. “Alright.” Grease continued “I’m going to numb her.” He said using the same calming spell he used on Clare at the shop. She soon stooped crying and became limp. Her heart began to beat slower and slower. Grease ran to a drawer and began shifting through looking for tools. I grabbed a needle and some thread from the duffel bag for stitching. “Good,” He said “now it looks as if he’s messed with her heart, it has holes in it from what I think was adrenaline needles to… keep… her… What the fuck are they doing here!” he yelled I looked “Aww shit.” All the muscle in her right hind leg had been pulled up through the top of her leg, her leg was beginning to swell, and she was going to need a new one. “Alright.” I said “No problem, we’ll just make a new leg that’s all.” I was nervous. We were neck high in shit at any moment now someone could walk in and see what happened. As we looked closer at the damage I realized that there was more of the mysterious chemical inside the body as well as shoved in her leg. I pulled the strips out and added them to the jar. After removing all of them Grease began sewing up the chest cavity. “Wait!” I stopped him. “What about the heart?” He shook his head “I can’t do anything about it here we need to get her out and examine her at our place.” Grease used a levitation spell and lifted her on to our cart careful not to shift her around too much. He then strapped her on just to be safe. “Pack up was leaving.” I placed the Duffel bags and the jar of chemical stained cloth in the cart then I saw something or a lack of something. “Where’s the Processor?” Grease turned to the brown pool to see drag marks leading to a sealed door. “Shit! We need to get out of this hell hole now!” We opened the door and Grease took the entire cart with his levitation spell and lifted it up the stairs to the top floor, back where we started. “Ok.” Grease said, “Act natural.” As we began to walk a voice came over the intercom. A German voice. “Attention! We have intruders on level one. Kill ‘cough’ on sight.” His voice gurgled and coughing as he tried to talk from the knife in his throat. As he said this three guards came around the corner and charged at full speed with knives clenched in their mouths “You still say we should act natural?” I yelled. “Fuck that, close your eyes and get down!” with that his horn eliminated and blinded the charging guards. As I opened them again I saw that they had collapsed to the floor shielding their eyes and wincing in pain. We then ran back to the rest room that led to the entrance of the tunnel. “Damn it! Lock the door we need to get her off the gurney.” I locked the door and ran to help undo the straps around her chest. There were more shouts from the intercom this time in full German with some wheezing. I began to lower myself into the hole. Once I was down and had her out of the gurney Grease carefully lowered the gurney then her down the hole. There was pounding on the door. Grease quickly shut the closet and jumped in. The door bust open and the guards came in but there was no one in sight. “Come on,” I said “We need to get Nurse to the shop.” “Nurse” Grease gave me a puzzled look. “Look at her Cutie Mark it has the letters NRS on them. Besides were going to need to call her something other than ‘it’ and ‘her’.” Grease shrugged “I guess her names Nurse now” “Ya, I guess so.”
Chapter 6 Best Birthday EverChapter 6 Best Birthday Ever By: ZCD99 -Nurse- My name is Slave: 33B and today was my birthday. I turned eighteen today and that meant that I was going to be shipped to a new camp. That’s all I remember. Then I awoke and was on a lab table with a man shoving cloth down my throat. Then I blacked out. Everything just went numb. I awoke in a dark mold smelling room. The lights were off but my eyes quickly adjusted and I could see that I was alone in a small room with many tables and a few machines with spinning gears slowly rotating on it. My body was numb but I still had a throbbing headache. Then it hit me, I was still in that Professor’s insane play pin. I began to shake and thrash but I was strapped down to the table. I tried to scream but all the came out was a soft squeal. The doors bust open and the room was suddenly filled with light, blinding me as the two shadowed figures came in. The shorter one leaned down by me and spoke softly in to my ear. I couldn’t understand him everything was muffled and fuzzy. Then the other one came over and lifted my sheets. I became very cold and he then placed the sheet back over my body. The short figure witch I could now recognize as a white Unicorn walked away and came back to my head and removed something from my ears. I could here just fine now and they were talking between each other. “Do you think she’ll be fine?” the other person said. I couldn’t see him but his voice was very raspy. “Do you mean Nurse, as you call her? Yes she’ll be fine she just needs to rest.” He then came back to my side and began talking to me again. “I’m going to remove the straps. You are not in those labs any more so I need you to be careful.” He then released straps to the top braces and lifted the back of the bed forward allowing me to get a better look around. The room was a gray color with water stains on the walls and floor. I looked at him and then I saw the other. He was a dark brown Griffin with dirty white colored wings and a metal eye patch on his right eye. The Unicorn was a faded white and had a thinning black mane. The Unicorn came over to me and held out a hoof, to which I flinched thinking he was about to hit me like the Professor had done to me before. Realizing I was safe I held out my hoof and we gently shook hooves. “Hello” He began. “My name is Greasy Gears, and this is my assistant Rider.” The Griffin nodded at me and proceeded to walk to his friend’s side. The Unicorn continued by asking my name, which to my surprise I could not. I didn’t know my name but was unable to speak at all. He gave me a puzzled look. All I could do was let out a silent squeal as I tried to communicate leaving my throat quite swore from the struggle. I spit out a bit of blood. “Interesting.” He stated to my bewilderment. I couldn’t talk and this freak was talking like it was no big deal. He walked away and came back with a box and strap. “Now Nurse, I need you to stay still while I connect this device to your mainframe.” Nurse? Did he call me Nurse? And mainframe, what was he talking about? I gave him a puzzled look and he returned a grim stare. “Ah yes this is going to be tough.” He began setting the black box on the gurney at my feet. He motioned to Rider and rider lowered his head and wheeled a cart over to the gray Pony. He then dusted of a broken piece of glass and handed it to me. I looked into it and what I saw I almost could not comprehend. “Your body is trying to shut down your organs and the mask that you ware is keeping your brain active.” I began to panic and throw the mirror across the room. A blue aurora surrounded the pane of glass and gently lowered it to the table. I then began to pull and the mask but it would not budge. Grease set a hoof to my side and his horn began to glow. I then became very calm and did not have any will to fight. “You must stay calm if we are to help you and the others like you.” He said in a calm tone. He then lifted the sheet and Rider gave him a puzzled look. “You sure we should show her?” Greasy nodded and lifted the sheet to reveal that my legs were not my legs at all. They were replaced by two metal limbs and were making a faint humming sound. I looked up unable to shout, unable to run, unable to do anything. “I am sorry but we could not fix them entirely. You see the two chemicals that Professor Wright placed inside you are trying to shut down your vital organs and the other was killing muscle that it touched. We needed to amputate to stop the spread before it got to your chest. The Machine on you head is keeping your brain active as we try to stop the spread of any more chemicals. This box here is to tell your white blood cells to go kill of the infection. We need to install it if you are to survive” That’s just glorious. I basically stuck between being a cyborg and a zombie, I can’t talk, my new name is Nurse, and now my legs are gone. O well I guess I can get used to Nurse. Best… birthday… ever.
Chapter 5 Punishment for the FailuresChapter 5 Punishment for the Failures By: ZCD99 *Note: Yes, Professor Wright is German with an accent. I however cannot write a very good accent without it looking like complete crap. So as the viewer please use your imagination. Thank You. Wright There were two guards dead on the floor at my feet. “Idiots!” I yelled. “You are all stupid buffoons!” I continued. I had to stop as I began to wheeze from the unnatural pain in the hole in my throat. If I were to have removed the knife from this hole through I would have drowned in my own blood, and if the chemical mix that had spilled had not got on my wound my throat would have swollen and suffocated me. It was by pure chance that I was still alive There was one guard left, one failure left to punish. But death was too small of a punishment for this one. For he was one of the chief officers in the Facility. For him torture would be the best bet for him. But for now he could go. I would use him for a test or an experiment. “Get your horned ass out of my sight, before I kill you like the others.” I scolded him. He nodded and began to run off. As he left I began to pour a glass of cider which quickly vanished. How could I be out smarted by a Unicorn? I knew the answer to this and it was the Griffin. If that griffin hadn’t tackled me I wouldn’t be in this issue. Now there were two who knew about our secrets and a potential third if the pony they stole wasn’t dead by now. “Shit.” I wheezed. This wasn’t going to go well. I’m going to need to find someone to get a hold of someone who could find the thorns in my side. But who was the question. And where was the real Doctor Whooves. It didn’t matter now though all that mattered was getting the mess in my office cleaned up. I could use some new anatomy skeletons for some of the other offices. And it’s been a while sense I had ingredients for that stew he used to make. I pulled out a sheet of paper and a quill and began to write. To Whom It May Concern, There will be a Reward! I leaned back satisfied with my creation and said aloud. “Thing are going to work out just fine.”
