"We have taken Objective Bravo!" announced Command over the radio. Gunfire soon filled the air as Russian troops poured out of the lower tunnels that lead to Objective Charlie. Immediately, American troops from Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie Squads opened up on the attackers. The Russians fired back with a ferocity that took out at least three of Charlie Squad's members. The barking of a DMR rang out, shooting randomly at the numerous Russians. The Russians fired back, hitting the soldier and turning his vision deep red, the soldier yelling in pain as the bullets tore into him.
Turning and running for the safety of the lower tunnels that lead to Objective Alpha, the soldier limped in a hurried pace. But, as soon as he turned and began to run, a Russian sniper took aim and dropped the American soldier.
The camera panned away from the fallen soldier, highlighting the Russian sniper as he ran about, displaying the gamertag, his rank, weapon of choice, and Premium dog tags.
The ratio below sat at 2-9, favoring the Russian.
"Oh come on! Who snipes indoors! Honestly!" said a young man as he flopped back into a recliner and draped his arms over the arm rests, an XBox 360 controller in one hand, connected to a headset and microphone.
"Some people are just really good at being cheap." says a voice in the headset earpiece.
"Yeah, well, looks like they need to work on having some actual skill..." mumbles the young man as he selected to Respawn near Objective Bravo; which was half-way to being claimed by the Russians.
"Harrison, you're sounding like a squeaker again..." warned a different voice.
"Ah, shush Nick." Harrison grumbled as he shot at his virtual foes. He managed to take out four enemies before being claimed by a lucky RPG shot to the upper windows that sat across from the central tower that housed Objective Bravo. "I don't know what's up with me tonight! I usually kick ass on Locker..." Harrison said as he returned to the respawn screen.
"When are you going to accept the fact that you suck?" Nick asked in a half joking, half serious tone.
"Nick, you know damn well I don't suck. I just need to pick the right attachments for my DMR..." Harrison countered.
"Uh huh, and how's that working out for you?" Nick asked.
"Oh shush, I've never used DMR's before!" Harrison retorted immediately. Nick gave a small laugh before going into a small rant of gibberish as he encountered problems in his own game.
"Ah, don't worry buddy. You'll get there one day!" said the other voice in a tone of encouragement.
"Don't encourage him, Scott!" Nick replied.
"Yeah, you're right, he doesn't need it." Scott replied simply.
"Hey! I need all the encouragement I can get!" Harrison shot back. Scott gave a light laugh.
"I'm just kidding buddy. Oh, behind you." Scott advised simply. Harrison spun around in game just in time to see a Russian Support soldier turn the corner with an LMG in hand. A couple shots was all it took to take down the Russian, but Harrison was soon shot from behind by the Sniper from earlier.
"I swear, it's like he's purposely hunting me down!" Harrison claimed.
"Maybe your clan tag has something to do with it." Nick replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Okay, just because my tag is 'Pony', doesn't mean he's coming after me and me alone." Harrison deadpanned.
"Uh huh. You said the same thing the last time we played Halo 4 ." Nick said simply.
"Okay, I'll admit; that time they were hunting my ass." Harrison said as he respawned in the middle of a fire fight outside of Objective Alpha. He had decided to go Support this time, running up to a box and setting down the bipod on his M60-E4 LMG. The machine gun roared to life as it tore through the enemy, dropping them one after the other.
"Maybe I should just stick with Support." Harrison said in a appreciative tone.
"Well duh, it suits you. Get a big gun, run in, and kill everyone. Harrison in a nut shell." Nick replied simply. Just then, everything froze on Harrison's screen, music playing victoriously over his surround sound as the screen faded and a pack of C4 going off nearby.
"Your Team Won! US Tickets: 2 RU Tickets: 0" declared the screen. With a relieved sigh, Harrison leaned back into the recliner and waited until Scott had backed them out of the lobby.
"So, now what?" Harrison asked.
"I have school in the morning, so I'm going to bed. Night you corn farmers." Nick said as a notification went off, signalling he left the party.
"What about you Scott?" Harrison asked.
"I think I'm gonna play some Minecraft . You wanna join?" Scott asked. At that moment, Harrison gave a yawn and looked at the cable box timer.
1:06
"I'm actually going to pass. I wanna go sleep." Harrison said, standing up and holding down the power off button on the controller.
"Alright then. Talk to you later Brick." Scott said. Harrison chuckled at the nickname and selected 'Turn Console Off'. The XBox lights flickered, then went dark as well as the TV screen. Putting the controller and headset away, Harrison gave his back a firm popping and sigh in relief. As he went about collecting his trash, he heard something come from the dining room.
"H-help..." croaked a feminine voice.
Unfortunately for Harrison, his paranoia immediately kicked in; his mind gibbering something about ghosts. Staring into the dark dining room, Harrison could feel uneasiness creeping into his mind as he slowly approached the darkened room.
"Hello...?" he called gently, trying not to awaken his sleeping parents, directly in the bedroom above.
"Help..." replied the same voice. Harrison immediately bolted for the dining room light switch and flicked it up, sparking life into the lights and fan. Directly in front of him was his dining table, covered in various objects from previous weeks.
"Who's t-there...?" he asked quietly. A small groan of uneasiness replied from the opposite side of the dining table. Harrison crept around the table and froze in place at what he was seeing.
A lavender hoof was sticking out, along with the end of a dark purple clump of hair, with a streak of lighter purple and pink running through it.
Now, Harrison would from that point on, consider himself a bad Brony, if he didn't recognize those colors. His mind slowly caught up to speed as it began to register what he was seeing. Taking a couple steps more, he soon could see the rest of what that hoof and hair was attached to.
Twilight Sparkle was laying on his dining room floor, her fur reddened by bloody gashes that went deep into her skin. Her face was beaten and bruised, just as the rest of her body. She seemed to have been scorched in some places, and her wings were missing many feathers. To top off the damage, even her horn seemed beaten, a jagged crack running from the tip to its base.
"Good lord..." Harry breathed. Twilight slowly raised her head, her purple eyes meeting his brown ones.
"Help me..."