the Long Road Home

Twilights P.O.V

As I looked over the Teleporter, it reminded me of a bell cut in half. There was a large half dome on it with three strange tubes. They were pointing north, west, and finally east.   { think nazi zombies Teleporter}

“It's ready, once I turn it on you have a limited time to get through. About five minutes so get ready and signal me when you're ready.” Dr. Klein said, as I prepared to leave.

“But if you ever need to return, use this. It’s a modified telportsponder that will work wherever you go."

"It’s been a honor to work with you." spoke Shepard in that old drawl of his.  It kind of reminds me of Big Mac’s own, though Big Mac did not have a survivalist beard or that much of a drinking problem as Shep, but I digress.

“Bullshit.” I called and began to laugh my ass off at Shep’s face. He was trying to look sad. It failed miserably after all this is the man that killed Cook-Cook with the severed head of his favorite Brahman.

I continued, “You better take care of New Vegas, and trim that caterpillar on your face." Then I hugged the overgrown hairy fool. I signaled  Doctor Klein, and ran towards the gate. As I passed through it, I felt a strange feeling like I was being stretched and crushed at the same time. I shook it off and took in the area. The trees and green grass. It's strange. For so long all I had seen is the brown and grey of the Mojave and it smelled so different than the dust and decay of the desert, but the best part was the cool air. Fresh cool air and the peacefulness. In the Mojave you always heard gunshots or other sounds, things that would keep you on your toes, even when it was silent in the Mojave, you had be alert but this silence was so calming, different from the Mojave’s deafening silence. From the looks of it, I wasn't too far from Fluttershy's home. As I moved forward, I was careful not to make a sound, so if something was wrong I would be ready, even the calming silence couldn't keep my instincts away.

Then my danger sense went crazy, honed by the many encounters in the Wasteland. I quickly listened to it and hid in the foliage to mask my body. Something flew over me at a high speed. All I saw was that it was it had black scales. I slowly moved forward to get out of the woods to see what was going on. The bad feeling had not disappeared, so I was extra careful not to make a sound. What I saw through the woods to Ponyville though, quickly told me that gut feeling was right. The once vibrant color seems to be drained from the once peaceful town and the lack of how to describe it... joy that's the word for it. It was a little after noon when I made my way into Ponyville. Not a soul could be heard or seen, that was the norm for the Mojave but not Ponyville. That made me uneasy is I prepared myself for anything. I know no one had seen me for I saw no one. I moved through the alleys and back ways of the town as I made my way to my old home “or is it just my home?” I pondered aloud, but before I could leave the dark alley I was in, I heard voices. With a start, I realized those were the voices of my old friends. But something was wrong, they seemed almost weak and tired. With skill born from need I looked out of the alley and saw them.

 The five of them looked like some of the unlucky sons of bitches in the wastes. All of them look half starved, or even beaten. That made my blood boil, as I felt my muscles tighten and start to burn. My mind was clouded by a black rage and my vision turned red, “I’ll reap the souls of those that dare to harm my friends. New or old they will all die.” As my more than likely insane mind plots their damnation, I listened to the talk  "Lets go to my place." stuttered Fluttershy.

They all began to move in that direction, so I followed. They seemed almost scared, almost like they knew something was after them. That worried me, so I moved to be at a safer distance, but then something happened that truly enraged me. It was a changeling followed by guards that attacked my friends and "arrested" them with crimes against the princesses. Then and there I realized that the changeling was masquerading as me, I then remembered that my helmet was in 'sneak mode' to help me see though most problems. The guards then dragged my friends to the barracks. After they were gone I moved to get back to the library to kill the changeling, “Then I'll free my friend and sort this mess out by peaceful or deadly force but most likely deadly.” I planned, “None will stand in my way after what I’ve experienced in the waste.” I had long got over the fear of death or killing. As the old proverb goes “If you wish for peace be ready for war” and I was known as the the Goddess of War for a reason. The death and destruction I left in my wake was a damn good reason for being feared by both the Legion and the NCR.

As I made my way back to the library I noticed that the entire town was just as bad as it looked. Run down and trashed, just like the wastes. That's not good.

“You know what I'm going to torture that changeling for information on what's going on and how to fix it.” I grumbled, “But what method shall I use? so many choices so little time.”

I made it to the library with good time, “I’ll sneak into the basement then decide on it from there.” I thought to myself, As I made my way around to the back I looked at my old garden, the yard was a mess, “It will take me and Spike... wait, Spike! Oh, crap! What has happened to him!?” a chill went down my spine, I shivered in worry for my assistant/adopted little brother. “What would that bitch do to my assistant?” I thought to myself but before I could lose total control. I managed to get a grip and decided to find out soon as possible. as I neared the cellar door I noted the little air window was boarded up. I continued to the door there was a large lock on it

“That was not here before” I said quietly to myself, I picked the lock in five seconds flat. “Equestria has terrible locks” I thought to myself, I opened the door as quietly as I could, the doors must of known the situation, as there was not a squeak from the hinges. As I walk down the small flight of stairs...

 What I discovered down there it...it was fucking terrible. There were pony corpses all over the place, some were chained to the wall from different parts of their bodies, most were just left on the ground dried blood pooled around them or stuck to their fur, the smell is bad, not the worst I've smelled, not by a long shot, but it’s a sharp change to the fresh air outside. I moved forward to identify the bodies so I know who's alive and who's dead. “The poor bastards were most likely tortured by the changeling.” I thought to myself, it was either; a long jagged cut across the body, a limb twisted in a direction it’s not supposed go or even removal of the limb altogether. There was some that looked like they were beaten to death with bare fists or maybe cut up and sliced to bits and with blood all  over the place. It reminded me much like how the Fiends treat those unlucky bastards caught by them. As I checked the bodies I remembered most of their names. Derpy Hooves, Berry punch, DJ PON-3, Doctor Whooves and many more, all killed in different fashions, their faces twisted in eternal pain, their eyes filled with fear and pain even in death. But there I saw a familiar purple form and my eyes grew wide.

 "Spike.”I whispered in horror. I made my way over. It was fresh, I can tell by the fact blood hasn't dried. He was killed with a large knife from the size of the cut on his throat. I touched him in shock, but with a start I realized he’s alive. I must get him to Big MT,  but before I left, I saw a large note book. I realized from a quick glance it was a journal of the changelings of it’s time as me with its plans for my friend's, score with it and Spike. I used the modified  telportsponder to get back to Big MT “I’ll be back. I promise.” I whispered, in a flash I was gone.

that’s it for now hope you enjoy it please review good by

also lives can be saved if you believe hard enough

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 BLACK RAGE

mad at those that dare to harm those you hold close destroy them all with black rage

the madder you get the faster the rage builds, unleash it to crush your foes when

in it activated damage output increased by 75% damage to you is decreased by 50%

 but at the cost of -4 Intelligence -2 perception + 3 to all non affected stats.

E/N

Well... Fuck! DJ P0N-3 died! I liked her too! She was my favorite! Ah well, time to go back to manipulating the guy in the corner to write what I say. Like a Sir, PrincessLunaTheGamer out!

P.S. I don't manipulate the author. I get Discord to do that!

also a big thank you to Knight solaire of Astora for a second look over of this chapter