Truthful Requiem

Maltball and GrimmHold eventually make it and burst inside. The nurses in the waiting room immediately take the girl to an emergency room while a doctor is shouting orders to prepare for the worst. "Doctor, will she make it?" asks Maltball. “She'll be fine as long as she hangs in there... she just needs some hope. The X-rays show several of her ribs were fractured and she has a lot of nasty cuts and bruises. She’ll need surgery." says the doctor. GrimmHold looks at the name tag pinned to the doctor’s coat. ‘Dr. Bellows’ it read. "Do you know where her parents are, we may need her information?" adds Dr. Bellows. Both GrimmHold and Maltball look at the doctor with a sincere and sympathetic face and explained what happened. "When we found her... her parents protected her from the impact... they didn't make it" exclaims sadly. The doctor is shocked and says in a tone of disbelief "Dear...god", as he falls back into a nearby chair staring down. Doctor Bellows wipes his face with his hands and stands up, "OK what I’m going to have you do is go out and save as many people as you can.... I'll do it for free" comments Dr. Bellows. "Yes sir!" replies both Maltball and GrimmHold with a salute following their comment. "Hey, while you are at it, could you check on my family for me?" asks the doctor while he gives them his address and a picture of his family. Before they part ways, Maltball turns back and shouts to the doctor with confidence and a smile, "LETS SAVE AS MANY PEOPLE WE CAN HERE... KEEP ME UPDATED ON THAT LITTLE GIRL PLEASE!?” The doctor looks at him and nods his agreement as he waves a farewell to them.

They rendezvous with the rest of their colleagues to gather more news at the town hall with its beautiful architecture, glistening floors and carefully painted artwork on the walls. "How many have been recovered?" asks SabreDash. "I believe 586 total, but there's still about 6,613 missing" replies NovaStrike with a worried tone. The atmosphere within the town hall continues with its chaotic frenzied pace along with everyone yelling at each other.

"We have reports of burglaries rising and murders as well. Looters have taken to the streets", announces AppleRaid with his rough, coarse voice.

"HOLY SHIT, what the fuck is wrong with people doing stupid shit, especially after a disaster" rants OmegaZeit. "I don’t know, some ponies are just trash." comments BlackRose. "You’re such a hypocrite BlackRose... just stop being a bitch" replies TwilightFang. "YOU WANNA GO YA FUCKING TRAMP... I can't help it that you are all inferior to ME." replies BlackRose with a scowl in her tone. "Hey you two stop fighting there's already enough of that right now" commands Skootles as she holds them both back from fighting.

"We'll see y'all later, we have a few more places to search" comments GrimmHold as he turns around and leaves. Everypony stares at the spot GrimmHold had just occupied. “Had he been there the whole time?” was the question on everyone’s mind.

GrimmHold and Maltball leave Town Hall, as well as the strange scene, and head out to the address that Dr. Bellows gave them. Studying the address they notice that it was in the disaster zone. They feared the worst, but that didn’t stop them from searching the zone. Hopefully, it wasn’t close to the area where the tornado made land down. It wasn’t long before they finally found the place. They saw the house where the address had led them to was burnt down, the frame barely standing.

GrimmHold looked into the house carefully avoiding the debris that was still hot and charred. Maltball pulled out the photo in hopes of seeing what they look like. In the picture, it shows a scene where Dr. Bellows and his wife and three kids having a picnic on a hill on what seemed to be a nice day. The picture sent chills down their spines as thoughts of what may had become of those happy faces emerged. They searched all over the property, high and low, but found nothing.

"I’m getting exhausted, we should call it a day" pants Maltball with disappointment. At that moment GrimmHold flips over a porcelain bath tub to find four severely burnt bodies with the stench clinging to the bodies and the tub. "Is that them?" asks GrimmHold. "I don't know but they’re still alive, barely." comments Maltball.

Once the call for help had been made and the badly injured family rushed to the hospital, they return to the hospital to go see Dr. Bellows and inform him of happened. Slightly relieved he turns to Maltball, "The little girl you were worried about is recovering fine".

"Can I see her?" Dr. Bellows nods and leads him to the girl’s room. Before entering the room to see the little girl, Maltball turns to the doctor and says with a smile "I’m sure your family will be fine... try to give them some more time to recover".

Without a word more they split up. GrimmHold and Maltball walk in the room to see the little girl relaxing and breathing through air tubes. “Maltball... I don't know what it is with you lately but why do you all of a sudden have any interests of humans... I remember that you hated humans" mentions GrimmHold.

"I...I don't know when we were out there I kept having flashbacks... b .. but I don't remember any of the events... I realized that I don't even remember my childhood much... do you?" responds Maltball.

"Now that you mention it I don't remember mine either... obviously I remember how I met you... do you?" GrimmHold asks.

"Yeah we were both taken in by the Republic forces after the rebels burned down our homes... I suppose we owe it to them on how we survived even though we went through some intense training" replies Maltball.

"Hell, maybe one day we'll run into those bastards and get our revenge” sais GrimmHold.

It wasn’t long after their conversation that Maltball decides to stay by the little girls side. He thinks to himself "Humans are such weird creatures... they’re all kind of squishy, are very violent in nature AND are blunt from time to time. I only know a few who mean well, but can't help but to harm others".

He stops reflecting and looks at the little girl, she looks no older than 8 with long blonde hair and she looks kind of pale. She seemed well fed. It brought peace to Maltball to know she's ok. Maltball waited by her side for days and those days turned into weeks. It had turned out that seeing her parents the way that they were, along with her injuries, threw her into shock and caused her to go into a coma. In the end, he waited and checked on her over the next 7 months, 10 days, 14 hours, 17 minutes. He had been keeping track of the time for some reason. Everyday he went to go and talk to her, even though he knew she wouldn't be able to respond, but he talked to her in hopes of comforting her.In a way, it was comforting to him.

But nothing lasts forever.