Battlefields of Equestria

Recon quickly sprung up, running to the door and trying to bash it down. When he came in contact with the door, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Recon fell to the ground and held his shoulder with a hand. His thoughts returning to him, he remembered where he was. This was a solitary confinement room, it was crowded, dark, and lonely. These prisons were made like this for a reason, a bad one too.

He then noticed what he was. Looking down he saw some sort of undone straightjacket, and feet. Toes, nose, hands, fingers, feet, other parts unspecified...He was human. He quickly looked into a mirror, the striking resemblance of his pony self nearly knocked him off of his feet. Oddly, it was familiar. Like all of the face he saw, he remembered. His mind was becoming more and more warped as he kept thinking, 'Who am I? Where am I? How am I?' He was breathing very heavily. Though, after feeling lightheaded, he regulated his breathing. He looked at his bed, it wasn't an ordinary bed, but was hooked up to something.

The bed itself seemed to be made of metal. A thought suddenly entered Recon's head. 'What did they do to me?' He was now feeling a mix of fright and curiosity, but mostly confusion, as there was a large circuit board at the pillow. You could hardly call it that, the pillow was actually hooked up to it. The whole bed was a scientific device. It was some sort of mental experiment, and he was trapped in it.

He had to find a way to get out. He looked around for something tactical, and saw a small vent, but there was no way he could fit through it. The door was  presumably locked and unbreakable. Recon had to make sure it was locked however. Recon slowly walked over to the door. He slowly checked to see if the door was locked by pulling the handle. Oddly, it wasn't. He budged it a bit so that it wouldn't latch back.

Suddenly, Recon heard footsteps, and a voice.

"Mister Recon?" the voice said. The footsteps stopped. "Is that what you called yourself?" Recon was silent, heavy unlocked door, and a guy looking for him. He had an instinct that there was something he could use. The footsteps got closer as a bit of fear purged through Recon's body, if he didn't do this right, he could risk his entire life...or at least what as left of it...

"Oh come on, I know you're awake, you need to get back to sleep, and respawn!" Recon ducked as to not be seen through the window of the door and waited till the perfect moment. When the footsteps were surely right outside the doorway, Recon lunged his body to the door, sending it swinging open. Who ever was standing there met their face with the door in a loud splat of flesh as they dropped their clip board. Recon cringed a bit at the sound. He wasn't sure he wanted to see the face of his victim, but he walked out and examined the corpse. The face was definitely caved in. Nose broken, looked even inside out; both lips busted to the point in which they were barely recognizable as lips; but most importantly Recon saw a small hand gun on the corpse. Recon kneeled down, and took it. He tossed the body into the solitary confinement, locked the door, and proceeded to make his exit.

He looked around at all of the cells. People were stuck on their beds, this gave Recon a bit of a guilty feeling. Surely there was an unlock all button, somewhere in a control panel. He got an odd vibe that there would be one a few stories up. He saw a staircase leading to the second floor of the circular room, and made his way towards it.

He heard more footsteps. It sounded less like the small patting of dress shoes on a scientist, but more like the intimidating thud of a metal boot. Recon saw two guards coming down the stairs, he quickly ducked behind the staircase and waited for the guards to walk down. He knew all of his fear, intimidation, and hyper-activeness had to be set aside for him to get this right. With every step they took going down the metal steps, he felt sweat running down his forehead. It had to be perfect.

Luckily for him, he had an advantage. The staircase was not solid, it had a place where he could reach out and grab one of them. He planned his attack, and once they got down, he grabbed ones foot and yanked it, sending him face first to the floor, the other tripped and fell down the staircase. Recon took a knife off of the first one from under the staircase and threw it at the second guard. He fell down in pain as the knife it his neck, barely missing the artery that kept him alive. He scattered around trying to find something on him to heal it up as Recon used his fists to beat the other soldier to death. The second guard got on his feet and aimed the gun at Recon, who instinctively raised the almost dead body to use as a human shield. The guard, without thinking, shot a couple of rounds into his partner, who was now dead. The small bullets could only penetrate the skin deep enough to make them bleed, but could not proceed into a clean shot. Recon quickly lifted the handgun he looted off of the scientist, and fired three bullets at the guard. He slowly fell down, choking, as Recon had shot his neck.

Recon dropped the body, and the pistol. He couldn't believe the horrible feeling that just came over him, watching someone die, someone that he killed. It was like watching someones soul leave their body. Recon forced the feeling away, as it was a distraction, and looted the two bodies.

"Cleanup on isle seven..." He muttered, trying to cheer himself up. He began to ascend the staircase.