Tales by Balefirelight (a Fallout: Equestria Group Collab)

Legion

by Interloper

“Do you realize what you’ve done? How much trouble you’re in?” Raven Feather, snapping the stallion’s head back with a vicious skull-tap from her baton. “Do you know who we are? What we can do to you!!??”

No answer. Her wings flared as she pointed a hoof at the winged ‘F’ stitched onto her shoulder.

“Fear. F.E.A.R.” She hissed into his muzzle. “We are F.E.A.R, and you will KNOW IT!”

He snorted, amused at the mare’s chortling.

“I do not fear you.”

Raven Feather sent the baton crashing into his elbow, breaking his right foreleg with a disgusting, brutal snap. He clenched his teeth, but smiled, nonetheless, unfazed.

“What. Are. You!?” Raven Feather screamed, swinging the baton into the pony’s skull with every word she spoke. His blood splattered across her black uniform, hardly noticeable as it dribbled down her chest.

The pegasus stallion that was shackled to the chair in front of her grinned through a bloody mouth. She leaned in close, glaring into the stallion’s green eyes, snorting a jet of misty air into his muzzle.

He spat blood into her face.

Raven Feather craned her neck away, wiping away the dribbling scarlet with her black sleeve. The mare smiled curtly.

Then she snapped.

Raven Feather spun around and bucked, sending the chair and the pony hurtling into the cloud-wall behind her with an audible crack. Still strapped to the chair, he could do nothing to break his fall as he careened into the floor, peppering the cloudy floor red.

His gurgling laughs echoed through her ears as she slowly approached, baton curled tightly in her hoof.

“There’s nothing … nothing you can do to me that I haven’t experienced. Nothing that I’ve never seen. Nothing that I’ve never committed,” the pegasus threw his head back, his mane whipping through the air as he laughed at her. “You think I’ll beg? You think I’m in pain?”

The mare circled him like a predatory bird, her baton dragging across the floor with an incessant screech. “You ponies know nothing about pain.”

“We’ll see about that,” the black pegasus mare growled with an infuriated grimace, wrenching the chair and the pony off the floor.

She was getting sick and tired of this pony’s face and his remarks. She dragged the chair over to a tub of water set upon a table, as the pony strapped to it continued to berate her. A hoof slammed into the back of his head and he plunged into the now bloody water, his limbs flailing in vain as she held him beneath the surface.

Curling her hooves around his mane, she yanked him out, ripping out tufts of brown hair from his blood-slicked scalp.

“What. Are. You!?”

Despite his torturous gasps, he managed to spare her an unsettling grin before he was thrust into the tub’s depths once more.

Raven Feather pulled him out once more, his ruined, bloody face dripping with scarlet water as she shrieked into his muzzle, “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!!!?”

He shook his head vigorously, splattering her with crimson. Raven Feather roared, twisted a hoof through his mane and plunged him into the water with a bloody splash, his skull slamming against the bottom of the tub with a dull, brutal crack.

A sick, twisted smile stretched across her lips as the bubbles stopped and his limbs went limp. She pulled him out and sent his head crashing into the bottom of the tub once more, the table and the tub shattering beneath his face, before hurling his soaked body to the floor.

She watched as he choked and sputtered, vomiting the water out of his lungs as he writhed his tortured, battered limbs.

His green eyes shot open and he smiled smugly at her.

“You aren’t equine,” Raven Feather murmured, standing over the stallion’s gasping form.

“What was your first guess … you moron?” he chuckled.

Raven Feather’s baton ripped off the grin and his lips in a splash of gore and shattered teeth.

The stallion looked vaguely amused, his muzzle warped into an unending smile as his laughs bubbled out of his gory lips.

“What the fuck are you …” she murmured as his cackled persisted incessantly.

His flesh rippled and bubbled before her very eyes. In a flash of green light, his coat went from a mottled gray to a vibrant purple. Raven Feather took a step back, unnerved as a different pony lied beneath her.

“I don’t know …” a mare cooed. “You tell me?”

Her eyes widened. “Skidrow?” The pegasus murmured, eyeing the orange winged F.E.A.R and Enclave badges stitched onto her black body suit. “What are you …”

Raven Feather’s voice faltered as the mare grinned at her, wickedly, through a perfect set of teeth - teeth she had demolished only seconds earlier.

The faux-Skidrow flashed once more, this time, the pony’s coat rippling with lightning yellow flesh.

“Who am I?” The stallion drawled, smugly.

Raven Feather’s jaw slackened as she backed away from him in horror.

“Thunder … Loop … what? The fuck … ?”

His coat flashed once more, now a cloudy cerulean.

“Daisy Blank?”

The mare beneath her chuckled, content with the expressions of horror and fear that played across Raven Feather’s face.

Flash. “Who am I?”

Flash. “Who am I?’

Flash. “WHO AM I?!!!”

“NO MORE!” Raven Feather screamed, crashing her hooves into the pony’s face.

Spitting out bloody teeth, the aberration snorted at the sound of Raven Feather’s panicked, breathless gasps.

“What … the fuck kind of … monster are you?” Raven Feather hissed, planting her hooves into the amalgamation’s chest.

“What am I … ?” it trailed off, its voice nightmarishly flanged and distorted. “I am what I am. I am everypony around you. I am one, but I am legion. “

The thing cackled madly, its flesh rippling and warping as a flash of green light consumed it.

Raven Feather froze.

She found herself staring into the mirrors of her own blue eyes, gawking at the mare beneath her.

A switch turned off inside of her. Raven Feather bared her teeth, roaring as she pinned the abomination to the floor and hurled her forehoof into its face, pummeling her with her hooves again, and again, and again. With every consecutive crack, there followed a wet squelch as the pony’s skull cracked against the tile floor.

“RIDDLE ME THIS!” the mare beneath her cackled maniacally, as her left eye popped under Raven Feather’s hoof. “Who am I!!?”

Raven Feather’s eyes widened as she snapped the mare’s head back into the gory, tiled floor. “SHUT! UP!” She screamed, until she had screamed her throat raw.

“STOP HITTING YOURSELF - STOP HITTING YOURSELF – STOP HITTING YOURSELF!” it screamed, hilariously as Raven Feather refused to stop. With every sickening squelch, her hoof connected with flesh. Then bone. Then whatever was left inside.

She refused to stop, even as the corpse beneath her hooves went limp. Even as its face became an unrecognizable crater.

Minutes passed as Raven Feather gazed at the carcass beneath her with dazed, shell-shocked eyes.

The cell’s door opened.

“Commander?” a mare asked.

Raven Feather spun around, blood and gory giblets streaming down her face. The purple pony dropped her clipboard, taking a step back.

“What … in the actual fuck?” Skidrow shrieked.

“Report, LT,” Raven Feather gasped, her heart beating faster than she could breathe.

Skidrow gulped the bile down her throat as she shifted uncomfortably on her hooves, muttering obscenely under breath. Her eyes darted back and forth between the Raven Feather that stood before her and the one that had painted the floor red.

“I SAID, REPORT!”

The mare stood at attention.

“Ma’am. The other detainees await interrogation. Orders?”

Raven Feather glanced over her shoulder at the aberration sprawled across the floor.

“Kill them all. Then burn them.”