Fallout: New Pegasus

I woke up with a splitting headache. My head was drooped down looking at my hooves. They where a bit bloody, probably from the rope that was tied around them rubbing on my fore hooves. The rope that shackled me was tied so that I couldn't go any faster than a trot. I knew this because the amount of rope between my fore-hooves was just enough to trot, and faster and I would have trippred over myself. I was just about to untie my self when I heard voices in front of me

"Why don't we just kill him now," one voice asked.

"Two reasons. One, the grave ain't done yet. Two, A good villain always shows his face to someone before he kills him," a second, much deeper voice replied. At that I heard a shovel off some where behind me.

"Oh please boss? Can't we just kill him? This fucker has caused us enough trouble as is, let's just 'put him out of his misery'" said the voice of a pony that that just sounded like he belonged in some kind of pre-war institution. The three stopped talking after that as if deep in though about killing me. I took it was my chance, because it sounded like I was flank deep in horseshit. I tried to untie myself but one of them noticed me.

"Well, well, well. Look who's up, boss," I looked up, the voice belong to an orange Earth pony with a dark purple mane, that looked almost black.

"Oh joy, we finally get to fucking kill this fucker," This voice belonged to a red Pegasus with this ugly green mane that stood up in spikes. His eyes told me he was unmistakably mentally insane. The stallion in the middle held up his hoof tell the Pegasus to back off and flick some ash of the cigarette he was smoking. He was also the only one with his back to me, his coat was a dark grey. As he turned around, I got a good look at his cutie mark, it was a poker chip. He wore this white, pre-war pinstriped suit. He was turning around slowly letting me drink the image in of him.

"So, currier," he said a bit condescendingly, "What are you doing here?"

"Well, Chip. Can I call you Chip? Or do you want me to call you Mr. Poker?" I asked hoping it bothered him on some emotional level, "I Just wanted to do some gambling and see the legendary New Pegasus,"

I smirked as his face showed that it Bothered him on so deep level. To clean it up and show that he couldn't be scared by me, he spit the cigarette, witch had burned down to the filter, out on the ground.

"Boss, how does he know your name?" asked the orange Pegasus frightfully

"I don't know, Basher. And frankly, I don't fucking care,"

"I don't Know, boss he is a unicorn maybe he's been in our minds,"

"Like a said I don't care Jack Knife,"

"I'm pretty sure we all know that you really do care. Am I right Basher? Jack Knife?" I laughed. Both Basher and Jack Knife seem scared and confused, forgetting that their names where just said in front of me. Chip, on the other hand just seem pissed.

"O.K. Enough games," Chip said Oddly calm, "Time for you to die,"

Chip pulled out a low caliber pistol and aimed it at my face. All I remember is a BANG, something that felt liked getting bucked in the face, and the world going completely black.

I woke up or at least I though I did. I couldn't tell, because it was completely dark not a single mark of a crack or a light. I'm not sure when it happened but I slipped back into some kind of a sleep state and when I woke up again I was rocking and bouncing up and down I was going pretty fast so every little bump made me jump high into the air. this continued for less than a couple minutes, because the cart must have hit a large pot hole throwing me into the air and when I came back down, I blacked out. I woke up one last time this time there was definite light. I was staring up at this slow turning fan. I tried to lift my head up to get a proper look around, but my head was stopped not even an inch from the pillow. I tried to left my fore hooves to remove the restraints, but those too where strapped down too.

"Oh, good your up," said a voice off to my left said a little surprised. I heard the clopping of hooves come over to me. Then i heard my restraints coming off, at least the ones around my fore hooves. I lifted my hooves and took off the restraints around my head i was too groggy to use my magic to remove it myself.

I rose slowly and looked around noting my surroundings. I was in a makeshift hospital, a place that probably double as someones home. Then I finally looked to my left and directly at my doctor. He was a drown earth pony with a mane the showed evidence of graying and balding. He had a cutie mark of a medical needle crossing over a half full syringe.

"There you go, nice and slow," said the earth pony. "Now what's your name,"

I strained as if remembering something as simple as this was harder than solving series of complex math problems that I didn't even know.

"I don't remember," I finally said looking down at my hooves. The brown buck next to me laughed.

"Well then, make one up or pick one you do remember.,"

I must have looked rather shocked at the suggestion, which only made the stallion laugh. I started going through my brain for a name to make up or a name I remembered. I got a bit distracted by an old poster on the wall of a Steal Ranger that reminded me of my all time favorite radio show hero and villain Blood Rain and Bullet-wall. I suddenly had the perfect name for myself

"I'm Bullet Storm. I'm a Currier," I paused. "Was a Currier. Now though, I'm the night terror of my enemies,"

"Hmm... Bullet Storm, not a name I would've picked, but it suits you. Anyways, I'm Doc," he said. I had started to undo the restraints on my legs as he spoke. "Now, I'm pretty sure you wont mine but had to do quite a bit of digging and round your grey matter to get all the lead outta ya. Now I'm pretty proud of my needle work and i have a just reason, 'cause it's my cutie mark. But would you mind telling me if i messed up any where?"

Doc passed me a prewar mirror as I removed the last of the restraints. I levitated it up so I could see my face within it's borders. I saw my white coat that seemed a bit brighter than normal. All the skin and fur on my face seemed fine, with the exception of a righteous looking scar over my left eye. It started two or three inches over the eye itself, and ended  right around my cheekbone.

"Hey Doc, how'd i get this scar?" I asked

"Not a clue. I was kinda hoping that you could tell me 'cause it looks mighty menacing,"

"Did you try to get rid of it?"

"For a day or two but it wouldn't react to anything I put on it,"

"Is it too late to change my name to Scar-face?" I joked.

"Sorry but, I believe that it's currently taken,"

I laughed as I swung my hind legs off the medical bed. That action was met with a blinding light and a good amount of pain. Doc came over and put a hoof on my shoulder.

"Whoa, there can't have you dying on me. That would me 5 days work would have been for nothing,"

"I'll try not to," I said as i brought a hoof up to my own head. The light finally faded after a good minute, but the pain still remained in small amounts mostly in my head. I got my first good look around, Doc had actually a very large amount of supplies at least compared to what I've seen in Marejovian and New Pegasus hospitals.

"Not to sound like I'm kicking you out or nothing but I've got some patients coming in later for regular check-ups,"

"Oh, no it's fine i just have a couple questions," I replied

"Sure thing. Let's get your things first. I'm might sorry, but went through your things. i found a letter but it didn't have what i looking for, so I let it be and hadn't touched it since,":

Part of me wanted to scream at Doc for going through my stuff but I knew that he was looking for a next of kin or some to contact if I bit it. Doc lead me down a hallway leading to his front door.

"So what where some of the questions you had,"

"Oh, um, first do you know who it was that saved me?"

"sorry don't know the name of who it was that saved you, but I do know that i was an old security robot that made his home here. You can find him up at the old prewar post office,"

We made it to the door my Sattle bags right next to it. I levitated them on to my back and started strapping them on.

" Hey Doc can you tell me anything about the people who shot me?"

"Sorry not much. Just that they came here a few hours before the robot came flying in with you. They where looking for some medical supplies. Then, they headed into town probably to hit the bar before they headed where ever they were going. Why are you looking for them, just seemed like bad news,"

I looked Doc in the eyes ans I told him

"Two reasons. one to kill them, two to finish the job I was Hired to do,"