Chapters (1953)
The broken windows allowed light to shine inside. It fell upon the only living thing in the room. The sunshine warmed his cold body, but his soul remained as cold as ice. The man lay on a hard mattress, which, albeit rather cozy, provided him no comfort. For all real comfort had long since gone. His eyes watched the ceiling, never closing for an instance. Long since had he given up sleep. It only brought the untimely pain of waking up. Of showcasing the dead world to him time and time again. Like an annoying mocking bird, calling out into his ear. Yet, it still claimed him now and again, if only to be awoken by some noise, such as this morning.
He raised a hand to his head and rested it on his forehead. Slowly, he moved his fingers through his long, black hair. He hadn't had a haircut since his barber was mowed down, about a year ago.'A year? Two days? How long has it been? How long has it been since hell broke loose upon the world? That the old order was put to shambles. That humanity was forsaken by the gods, or god, or…whoever? How long has it been since Beverly…?' Soft whimpers escaped his lips. A couple tears flowed down his cheeks His teeth grinding against each other in frustration. The word 'Coward' flashed inside his mind over and over again.
He took his hand off of his head and onto the mattress. He laid there for another moment before raising himself. He could hear a faint cracking noise as his bones ached. His thin, gangly body barely held him up.'COWARD!'
Slowly, he made his way to the restroom. The door lay on the ground, the hinges long since broken. A small bowl of water lay on top of the toilet. He stopped in front of a small, semi shattered mirror. The spider like cracks marred the top half, but the bottom lay almost totally unscathed. He leaned against the sink, placing his hands on the sides to steady himself. 'COWARD!'
The man looked himself over. Long black hair, which went down to his shoulder, covered some of his face. The rest of his face was either covered with a small fuzzy coating, or was marred by cuts and bruises.'COWARD!'
He moved a hand over his lower jaw, feeling the fuzz tingle and prick at his skin. He looked down at a small razor. A small smile crossed his face and he snorted. Scars covered his face, because of that razor. His hand shook too much for his own good for him to properly shave himself. 'Not today.'
He walked back into the main room, making his way to the only thing that kept him going these days. He took his seat next to the radio. He raised a hand over the switch, but stopped himself. 'COWARD!' He shook his head, trying to drown out that voice. All he succeeded in doing was seeing Barbara, screaming out for him, face filled with terror. How he just stood there, watching. 'COWARD!' His free hand clutched his head. "Stop it." He muttered, resisting the urge to yell, less he alert the Chimera. The voices died down, but he knew they'd be back.
He returned his attention back to the radio. He knew that he had to broadcast, to speak to the world. It was just so natural to him. To tell the world about everything he knew. To report about the situation.'But who still lives to listen?' He clicked the on switch. He made a few adjustments, to make sure his message would get through.
Finally, he got it right. He looked down at the speaker and began.
"It's been, gosh... I don't know how long it's been." He absentmindedly looked over to the outdated calendar, before looking over to the empty cans littered around the ground.
"The peas are gone.
The bread is gone.
I managed to crawl into the reception area, but... there was nothing there but a half a pack of smokes and some more… bourbon.
Well I guess there's two bits of good news.
And this morning... I awoke to what I thought could only be an earthquake.
It was so fierce!" Terror ebbed in his voice.
"Like Atlas himself had just... shaken the Earth!
Now I looked outside... and saw some kind of large tower had telescoped out of the ground.
Blotting out the sun as the ships stood guard.
Entire buildings were displaced.
And I knew Goliath cannot be defeated by rocks alone... we have already lost."
He looked through the window. He watched the streets as Chimera were walking everywhere. As usual, there were mostly Hybrids. Two legged, grey creatures, that stood as taller than a full grown human. They had long tooth lined snouts which reminisced of the dinosaurs of old, To make them even less comparable to the humans they once were, was their six golden eyes, three on each side of their skull. And this was just a Hybrid. It boggled his mind how there could be so many of these creatures in one place.
"And now as I stare out along what used to be 4th Street, I see hundreds of them... and somewhere... inside... I know the boy waits for me." An image of the boy popped in his mind. His dead, soulless eyes stared into his very soul. "He waits with my wife."
Suddenly, something leapt into his mind. An idea he kept putting off. The only solution he could think of to get out of this living hell. "You know, friend?" He too one last deep breath. His last one. He stood up out of his chair. A faint creaking noise resounded came from the chair as he moved from it.
"I think I'm just gonna take a walk.
This is Henry Stillman. Radio USA, Philadelphia."
Henry flipped a switch to put on a song. Then, he spied the doorway. Gently, he straightened out his shirt, fixing his fumbled tie. Finally, he started walking to his untimely fate.
The British captain lay in the ruins of his sinking ship. His red uniform was tattered and his brown wings that formed on his back were broken. Cuts and lacerations littered his angelic skin. Immense agony played itself across his form. A deep sounding chuckled could be heard. “The ever famous Captain Falcon. The great defender of England and human kind. Slayer of monsters.” A deep voice said, with a hint of a growl. “I have to say, I’m not impressed.”
The Captain propped himself up on his elbows to look at the speaker. It stood eight feet tall and was covered in black fur. Its wolf like face was cast into one of mirth. “I don’t have to prove myself to the likes of you, werewolf.”
The beast chuckled. “Of course you don’t. You’re human. Even with the aid of the Falcon Amulet, you are no match for me.”
Captain Falcon used the remainder of his strength to push himself up. Even with his body screaming at him to stop, he pushed on, until he stood upright once more. “I pledged to fight the enemies of my country, and by the king himself, I will not fail.”
“Then stop squawking and fight me, human.” The werewolf got into a fighting stance.
The captain reached into his pocket and touched amulet, silently praying. A rush of energy coursed through his veins. The human smirked. He bent down and picked up his hat and dusted it off. He then placed it on his head. “Gladly.” And with that, he started running. The werewolf charged as well. All the while, the captain focused his energy into his right fist, preparing his chant.
“FALCON…..”
“PUNCH!”
“Boy! Will ya keep it down? Do ya want the entire Chimerean army to come breathin’ down yer neck?”
Paul looked up from his comic book. This hadn’t been the first time he’d gotten so engrossed in one of them. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry.”
The old American rolled his eyes. “Sorry isn’t gonna clear them varmits out of this town.” He tossed him the boy a carbine to which he caught. The rushed to the door and quickly opened it to reveal the outside world.
The year was 1957, another day in hell. Outside, the world had entered hell. A lush, cold, green hell. That was a gross understatement. The world was overgrown with strange and violent wildlife and vegetation. It was so cold one could say they were entering another Ice Age. And they may have been right. They were right!
Humanity was nearing extinction. The war for Earth had been lost. No human nation still stood in the beast's way. The human population was small and scattered, fighting just to survive from their other worldly occupiers who sought to exterminate them like vermin. In one place in Britain was this rather evident. This small town was in shambles, as the last of the humans living there desperately fought off their horrendous foe. Every man, woman and child gave everything to save the human race and their own skins.
Paul let out another burst from his Carbine. The Hybrid he was aiming at, ducked. The young boy scowled as he realized he missed again. He hadn't had much luck all day, even with wave after wave of the things coming at him. He normally had such accurate aim. The boy couldn't help but think that the Chimera were sending their whole army at them. He also wondered why General Cartwright ordered them to defend this worthless piece of land. 'Maybe it's because of those scientists.' He thought. 'I wonder what they're making that's so important.'
An older soldier beside him, he didn't catch his name, stood up and fired. He scored a direct hit, sending the bullet straight into a hybrid's chest. Paul couldn't help but groan at being shown up. He knelt back down quickly. He smirked through his thick, grey beard. "Well, that makes twelve for me." He said, with a slight southern twang. He took out a marker and put a little black mark onto his gun. "How about you?"
“Thirteen.” Paul smiled smugly, before raising up and firing again. A Chimera death howl could be heard. Maybe his luck was changing. “Make that fourteen. Ready to give up, old man.”
The American narrowed his eyes. “I aint gonna let no snot nosed British boy beat me at shootin’.” He said. The old man took a swig from a small bottle he had on him. Paul could smell his semi-drunken breath, which made him sick. “But hey,” He chuckled. “The days not over yet. I’m gonna show ya how a real man does it.”
Paul rolled his eyes and laughed. “Aww, too afraid to admit a kid is a better shot then you.” He said, putting his carbine down for a second. The old man sent a small glare his way, before shaking his head. He then grabbed his water canteen from his side and took a swig. His long, brown hair clung to his face. "You shouldn't be drinking that. My dad says it makes you stupid."
"Well, tell your pappy that that nonsense. What does he think gonna happen? That someone’s gonna die when I drink?" The elderly soldier said, before taking a swig. Just then, one of their fellow soldiers tried to run across a small gap in the barricade. She fell when a burst from a Bullseye shredded through her. Paul yipped in fright, and quickly snatched his carbine back into his arms. The old man cast a glance upwards. "Ya know, ya don’t have to do things like that ta prove me wrong." He scratched the back of his head, ruffling his long white hair.
"You think?" Paul scowled, before grabbing a makeshift grenade from his belt and pulling the trigger with is teeth. He looked over the pile of debris and chucked it, ducking back down shortly afterwards. He could hear the Chimera scream as the grenade went off.
Suddenly, on the other side of their small barricade, a soldier screamed in pain as Auger rounds tore through his midsection. Paul quickly stood up. A large Steelhead was just closing in on them.'Damn it.' He thought. He raised his rifle and let out a burst from his gun. It caught the creature dead on and the Steelhead fell to the ground. He fist pumped. "Yes." He said, smiling through clenched teeth. He looked over at the American. "Why are you here anyway?"
The American looked at him inquisitively. "Because that General of ours ordered us to fight here." He said, before spitting on the ground. "Don't know why he did. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me."
"No, I mean, here in England." Paul asked. "I thought that America was overrun.”
"Nah, we aint. Them Chimera just skittering around with their tail behind their legs, while we take pot-shots at ‘em." The American said, chuckling. "I've been here ever since that Yankee in the White House sent me over here to bail you Brits out. I decided I'd stay here."
"Why?" Paul asked, rather interested.
"Met me this gal, you see." The American said a soft smile on his face. "And let me tell you, she was mighty perty." He then laughed. "And I thought all you Brits were ugly and had bad teeth."
Paul frowned. "And I thought all Americans were big, fat, and extremely lazy." He countered.
"Well, can't help if two of those things are spot on." The American chuckled.
"So, where is she?" Paul asked him. The soldier remained silent, not saying a word. Paul's eyes widened a bit, when he pieced it together. "I'm so sorry."
"Think nothing of it." The American said, scowling. "Damn war."
"I never did catch your name." Paul said.
Before Paul could reply, a small group of soldiers huddled over to them. "We need to fall back." He yelled over the battlefield noise.
"But the general's orders," Paul started.
"There's too many of the Chimera here us to hold." Small bits of rubble fell on their heads from a nearby explosion. "He's ordered all remaining soldiers to fall back."
"What about the others?" The elderly soldier asked.
"They're either dead or were evacuated." The other soldier simply replied. "We need you two to go get the Doc. We'll hold out here." Paul and his comrade nodded before heading off.
Far off in the battlefield, A Chimerean dropship hovered above the ground. The several chimera aboard the ship were scrunched together, leaving little elbow space. But that was understandable. Chimera never really cared for comfort. The dropship landed and opened its doors letting its cargo free. The Chimerean commander in charge of this small group, an Advanced Hybrid, looked back at its compatriots. They had all just filed out and the ship had just taken off to go support the Chimera somewhere else on the battlefield.
The Advanced Hybrid went and stood upon a large piece of rubble. It gave him a good view of the battle so far. They had the human's right where they wanted them. The miserable creatures were fleeing for their pathetic lives. Trying in vain to live on. To survive.
It let out a small chuckle. 'We shall not stop.' The Advanced Hybrid thought.'When will they learn?' It was made for these moments. To crush all resistance and smash all hope the humans possessed. It was so ironic how its very body was made out of their flesh. To know that it was once human.
Though, the Chimera had to wonder why it was assigned here. Usually, Advanced Hybrids were just for defense or special operations. Nothing here seemed special at all. 'But, orders are orders. And we never question orders.' They were going to take this town, whether the humans like it or not. Of course, they didn't, which added all the pleasure to the fight.
The Advanced Hybrid was normal for its kind. Seven feet high, grey skin, six beady, golden eyes. Its black suit revealed its muscular form. Two cooling packs were hooked to its back, to make sure it didn't overheat. The Chimera's healing factor made it where they needed these packs, or they'd overheat and die.'I miss my northern station.' It thought, trailing his tongue over its carnivorous teeth, making sure they were still sharp for the upcoming meal. Humans always made the best snack!
In its hands was a staple part of the Chimerean army, and a sign of its ingenuity, a Bullseye Mark 2. The weapon that it had since its spawning. The weapon was design for quick and precise fire. It also had another function. Whenever it came across a fast moving target all the Hybrid had to do was hit it with a tag. The next round of bullets would follow swiftly and hit the target, no matter where it ran to or how fast. It was the only thing the Advanced Hybrid held dear and it was always at his side. 'And it's not going anywhere anytime soon.'
The Advanced Hybrid turned its towards the group behind him. Most of them were normal hybrids, a step below him on any chain, with their endurance and strength sub-par compared to him. While a Ravager also stood in the group. The Advanced Hybrid growled. Ravagers were massive chimera, towering over even him. In their hands, they carried a large gatling gun with a shield attachment. Even in the hybrids eyes, these guys were ugly and most certainly unruly. He’d have to watch himself around the hulk. He’d heard of reports of Ravagers killing Advanced Hybrids and other Chimera they disagree with. This one, in the time he’d known him, didn’t seem that different from the ones from the reports. ‘Slow and stupid.’ “Spread out and keep down. Slaughter all that oppose you.” He ordered. “And you.” He pointed to the Ravager. “Keep close. I might need you soon enough.” The Ravager growled and nodded. The Chimera quickly spread out, looking for human sized meals.
"We need some assistance over here." A Chimera cried out. The Advanced Hybrid’s finely tuned ears made out the voice. It could make the call out from all the noise going on around him, thanks to his incredible hearing. "Human barricade."
The Advanced Hybrid was quick to respond. His fast movement allowed him to narrowly escape a few humans taking pot shots at him. He rushed up to a small group of Hybrids, huddling behind a demolished wall. "Where are they?" One hybrid motioned over the wall. A small barricade in front of them was giving them trouble. The Advanced Hybrid grit his large canine teeth. It had seen the human's position while running there. They were dug in. He'd need something of immense strength and size. He looked around and found himself Ravagerless. 'Where is that Ravager when you need it.' It swore inside its head, thinking of that nuisance of a Chimera rummaging around as they were pinned down behind some rubble.'Not for much longer.' It looked over and motioned for a few hybrids to follow. They nodded and did so.'If I survive this, that Ravager is seriously going to get it.'
They edged their way around. Their grey skin helped them blend with the nearby rubble. It wasn't foolproof though. Some of the Hybrids went down screaming, as they were shredded to pieces by enemy fire.
The Hybrid bent down, hiding from their line of site. It peered over the top and noticed a couple of humans using a small, standing, chunk of wall as some cover. It knew it didn't have much time. One good sprint could do it. It gripped its beloved gun. It slowed its breathing, reading itself for the charge.'NOW!' It rushed towards the humans. Its crooked legs took it faster than any being its size. They didn't notice him, being too preoccupied with a large group of his kind. With a great strength, leaped over the barricade.
First of all, it fired off a whole clip into one of the humans. The creature fell to the ground, with a great, bloody hole in its chest. Then, the Advanced Hybrid turned around and smacked the other human in the side of the head with its Bullseye. The human fell to the ground by the sheer force of the impact.
However, the Hybrid underestimated the human's skills, as the human was back on its feet. With an elaborate one legged kick, the Hybrid was caught in the jaw. The Chimera staggered back, but regained composure. The human was reaching for its gun. The Advanced Hybrid quickly grasped the human's left arm. It wheeled around trying to punch, but the Chimera simply grabbed the fist with his free hand. It tried struggling, but to no avail. The Advanced Hybrid stared into the humans eyes, peering into the human's soul. It could see the fear and anguish. It could see it as plain as day and the Hybrid loved every second of it.
Finally, the hybrid bit right into its neck and tore out its esophagus. It swallowed, licking its lips, savoring the flavor of the human. The Chimera wished he could stay and feed, but the battle need to be finished first. It then signaled the others that it was okay. The Hybrid heard them growl in reply.
They regrouped and slowly made their way around to a small doorway on the side of a building. The Chimera cautiously made their way inside and through the hallways. Suddenly, a bullet streaked forth and caught one of the Hybrids in the shoulder. The Hybrid fell to the ground screaming, clutching the wound.
Quickly, the Advanced Hybrid moved around and spotted the human ducking behind a corner. It then picked a Hedgehog grenade off its belt and threw it. The grenade went off and the Advanced Hybrid could hear a short scream and then something falling to the floor. It then motioned for two Hybrids to check it out. The Hybrids rushed the hallway, just in case the human was still alive. They soon looked back at the commanding hybrid and nodded. The other Chimera walked forward. As the Chimera passed by the body, it couldn't help but feel a tad bit hungry. The hybrid fought the urge to devour the remains and continued on.
The Advanced Hybrid finally got to a window on the second floor. It gave the hybrid a clear sight of the human defenses all along the street. The Hybrid lined its Bullseye Mark 2 up and fired, killing two humans in a row. It fired off another clip, cutting right through a human's torso. The Advanced Hybrid saw its other comrade's deal with the rest.
Out of the corner of the Hybrid's eyes, it spied a couple of humans. The creatures were trying to run away. The Advanced Hybrid tagged the larger of the two with the Bullseye and let a stream of bullets fly. The bullets swerved over and shot the human.
The Hybrid smiled with pride, which was difficult on account of his muzzle. 'This was easier than I thought it would be.' It thought. It then went to get the other human, but then noticed something through one of its six golden eyes. The Hybrid knew it should finish off the human, but he spied a couple of Longlegs running after them, so it let the human go. It looked up and saw a human on the roof a building on the opposing side of the street. Its weapon was firmly in its hand and aimed at him. The Hybrid knew he wouldn't make it out in time. This was its last day. All it could do was growl in failure.
The two soldiers kept on running as fast as they could. It was easy for Paul. His father had taken him out to run many times, which came in handy in situations like this. He couldn't help but smile whenever he thought of his father. He missed him so, but he always felt comfort knowing the one fact his father told him. About reincarnation and how they'd meet each other again. 'I'll hold you to your word, dad.' He thought.
"Stop lollygagging." The American shouted.
Paul looked to his side to see him sweating profusely. He smirked. "Out of breath, old timer."
He laughed. "Oh, don't go and say that." He said. "One day, you'll be my age."
"If I'm lucky." Paul said, still running as fast as he could.
"You will son," The American said. "You…" Suddenly, there was a loud smacking noise. Paul looked over to see him thrown to the ground, as his midsection was ripped open.
"NO!" Paul yelled, going to his side. He looked down to see a large bloody hole was.
The American held up an eye, coughing up blood. "Go." He said weakly. "Leave me here."
"I won't leave you." Paul said, tears welling inside his eyes.
The American wacked him upside the head. "Stupid boy." He said. "You have to get to those fancy smancy scientists, you hear."
"But you're more important." Paul said, grabbing a cloth from a small pack on his side. He placed it on the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. "I'll carry back with me. You'll see a doctor and he'll patch you up."
The American pushed him away. "I told you." He said. "Leave me be." Just then, they heard a screech. "Go!" He pulled out a pistol. Paul hesitated for a moment. "I never did tell you my name, did I?" Paul shook his head. "It's Chester and don't you forget it." Paul nodded before taking off.
Not soon afterwards, two Longlegs raced forward. These Chimera were named after their extremely long legs, which allowed them to jump and run extraordinary distances. The two cooling tanks on their backs could even flap like real wings.
As they jumped by, Chester raised his pistol and fired. It caught one of the Longlegs right in the neck, sending it falling to the ground. The other one stopped in its tracks and looked at him. It took a deep breath and roared at him. Chester raised his pistol and fired. The Longlegs sprinted out of the way. He tried firing again and again, but the Chimera easily dodged. Finally, the creature landed right next to him.
Chester raised his pistol one last time and fired point blank at it. 'Click'. That was the sound that he heard. All he could do was chuckle. "You win this round;" The Chimera raised its gun and snarled down at him. "But at least I don't look like shit." He said, before the Longlegs fired its Bullseye.
Off in the distance, away from the battle, all seemed calm. Only, then did two figures materialize out of thin air. The two Sniper Hybrids had deactivated their cloaking devices. They knew they were in the right spot.
One of the snipers looked at the other. "Is this the right spot?" He asked.
"I think so." The other said. "I can see the human's from here."
The first one smirked. "Easy pickings." It said, licking its lips. It looked over its Deadeye rifle. Even more precise then the previous Chimerean sniper rifle, this rifle could shoot targets miles away. Though, they didn't have that luxury here.
"You had too many humans last time." The second one said. "You got a stomach ache. I couldn't any sleep for a week."
The Hybrid chuckled. "No I didn't." The first one piped up. "You're just saying that, since I killed more than you."
The second one growled in anger. Yet, it felt none of that. The two Chimera always liked to bug each other and play games such as this. They'd always share, if one killed more prey. They were as close to friends you could get with Chimera, if you could call them that.
It sighed. "Just shut up and shoot already." it said, before going down onto the ground. It rested the rifle on the ground, looking through the scope. Once they got down to it, the two always took their job seriously, never faltering. Finally, he noticed a human on top of a building. One pull of the trigger and the human's brain covered the ground around it. 'One down.'
Inside the town hall, or what was left of it, another human frantically tried to save his skin. This time, not just from Chimera or anything like that, but from his superiors.
A young man, no older then 20, ran around the room, as though he was on sugar rush. His short, spiky brown hair felt strange underneath the army helmet he wore for protection. His orders were to make sure everything crucial to the project were saved and he wasn't about to disappoint them.
'They'll have my head if I'm late.' Gregory thought. Just then, another few shells exploded outside, cracking the ceiling above. 'Priorities. They can't have my head if I'm already dead.' He instinctively held a hand up to his throat. A sudden flash image of a Chimera tearing it out his throat sent him back into another packing spree, grabbing hold of everything not tied down.
He could hear the radio playing old newscasts. Though, he never cared for them, especially Henry Stillman's. He didn't need another doom-sayer telling all was lost. He had an assistant for that.'Had an assistant is the better term.' He thought.
The message died away, once again fading into the cold and bloodied air that filled the room. Gregory took a look over to where the radio lied. John Hicks, the leader of the project, just stared at the radio as it finished playing. The soft crackle of static clung to the speakers. He sat there, by his old reliable desk, where so many ideas came to life. Now it just lay bare, mimicking himself. Nothing lay upon it, except for that little radio. Which played the same old transmissions, over and over again, and he sat there, just listening to them. His head lay on the table. One could almost mistake him for a corpse, if not for his raspy breathing. He often made jokes about it, but John's sense of humor seemed long since extinct.
Tears stung his eyes, as he gripped his coat pocket. A small, brown haired doll filled the space. Her doll! Her precious little friend. The young man always wondered why John kept that with him. It seemed to cause him so much pain.
Gregory shook his head, before continuing. The young scientist looked hastily through all of their work. His hands were filled with papers and files, as he ran about the place. He had to make sure they had everything with them. Absolutely everything. Even his little portrait of Napoleon.'Hey, everyone's got their heroes.' He thought. "Okay, we've got the documents." He said, putting the papers into a suitcase. "All the files, data, and such." He finished up packing and shut it tight. "Now to the machine." He looked over and saw John. He was just sitting next to the device, casually stroking it. He stared at it like it was the only thing that mattered. "Hicks." John didn't answer. "Hicks." Again he didn't answer. "John." He moved over and waved his hand up and down in front of his face. John didn't seem to see him. 'Not again.' He snapped his fingers.
John shook his head and looked over at him. "What?" He said. He then looked around. "Are we leaving, or something?"
Gregory groaned and rubbed his forehead.'This is going to be one of those rough days.' He thought. "The Chimera are attacking!" He said, flailing his arms about. "Don't you remember?"
John was silent for a moment. "Oh yes," He said, his left eye started to twitch. "The Chimera."
"Yes," Gregory said. "And they're here. So, I suggest you get off your ass and move it." John stayed in his seat and sent a small glare towards Gregory. Other than that, he did nothing more. "Listen here, you son of a bitch. I'm going to get out of here alive and I'm taking that machine with me. You may not care about the human race anymore, but I sure the hell do."
Just then, a young soldier, no more than thirteen, came barging through the door. He was breathing in and out in an exasperated breath. His clothes were stained in fresh blood. "We have to get you out of here." He said. "They're closing in."
John immediately stood up, knocking his chair to the floor. "Now you're listening to reason." Gregory said, actually smiling for the first time that day. He went over and picked up a few suitcases. "Get the device and let's leave."
"No!" John said.
Gregory turned back to look at his mentor. The man was just standing there, hovering over the device. "Didn't you hear him?" He said, motioning to the young boy. "The Chimera are coming." 'That's it. He's finally lost it.'
"As they always have." John said. Something in his voice sounded dead. More than usual. 'If that's even possible.' "They will always just keep coming. No matter what we do. No matter what we try, they will always keep coming." He placed his hand on the switch. "And you know what? I'm sick of it."
"Don't you dare touch the switch." Gregory said. "We don't know for sure if it will work."
"What better way to find out?" John said.
"You're going to get us all killed." Gregory said, starting to go for the door. He grabbed a couple of large suitcases and tried to run for the door. Sadly, he remained in place. The cases were too heavy for him to lift. He let go and turned around. He again gripped the handlebars as hard as he could. He pulled and pulled and pulled, until he couldn't hold on any longer. He let go, to which he lost his balance and fell right on his bum.
Just then, the young soldier opened the door, only to quickly close it again, as a stream of bullets came racing towards him. "Too late." He said. Bullets could be heard, smacking against the other side of the door.
Gregory scowled, balling his hands into fists. "Now what do we do?" He said.
"The only thing we can do." John said, tightening his grip on the switch. "Hope this works." He then lowered pressed down upon it. Just then, a bright light consumed them, before they passed out.
Twilight jolted out of bed, panting as if she'd run a marathon. 'Maybe I did.' She thought. Sleep walking was an option.
The frantic unicorn looked around her room, making sure she was really there and not in some sort of discordant realm. She sighed when she realized that she was, indeed, in her own home. "Okay, pull yourself together, Twilight." She said to herself. "It was all just a dream."
The morning sun shone on her and into her face. She raised hoof to shield her eyes. The light bounced off the beads of sweat that covered her body. She groaned. "Why couldn't Celestia wait another hour or two?" Twilight pulled a pillow over her head. She still felt tired.
"Hey Twilight," Spike called up to her. "Breakfast is ready."
Twilight sighed. There was no arguing with that dragon. He had made his duty to wake her up early in the morning these last few days.'Karma can be a real…' "TWILIGHT!" Spike yelled.
"Coming Spike." Twilight said, pushing the pillow off of herself. She got up from bed and made her way to the door. Although, not before stopping by a mirror to check out her mane. It was a mess. 'Rarity would freak out if she ever saw it.' She thought. She quickly levitated a comb using her magic and brushed her hair.
A few brush strokes later, she was prim and ready to go. She smiled as she stared at her reflection. She still had a couple bags under her eyes, but she looked great anyways. Just like her normal self.
Suddenly, an image appeared in the mirror. One of those beasts from her dreams. Her eyes widened in terror, as the creature seemed to be lunging out it's clawed hands, trying to grab her. She screamed in front and walked backwards, before stumbling across some of her books. She fell flat on her back.
"Twilight," She heard Spike call up to her. Her dragon assistant/little brother came barging into the room. He wore a pink apron and in his right hand carried a spatula. "Are you okay? I heard you screaming."
"I'm fine." Twilight said. "I just fell is all." She looked back to the mirror. It was fine, as though the nothing happened. She shook her head, while standing up. These nightmares of late were getting worse and worse. Each one more frightening, more bizarre then the last and now she even saw them when she was awake. 'Maybe these nightmares were his doing.' She mused in her mind.'Some sort of sick farewell present.'
"Twilight, is everything alright?” Spike asked. Great concern splayed across his face.
"Yeah," Twilight said, looking at the mirror one last time, telling herself that it the creature wasn't real. "I'll be done in a moment." Spike sighed and nodded, before heading back downstairs. She thought of telling Princess Celestia about this, but immediately cast that aside. Just like all the other times it popped up. "It's nothing. It's just the effect of some stress. That's it."
Finally, she walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Spike was there making breakfast. She didn't like to make him cook for her, but he had insisted. She couldn't help but smile in appreciation of her little assistant. She sat at a little table.
"So, feeling any better?" Spike asked. He brought over a couple plates of pancakes. "Any bad dreams?" Twilight nodded. "You should really tell somepony about them."
"No Spike," Twilight said. "They're just dreams. They'll go away, eventually."
"But…" Spike said.
Twilight raised a hoof to silence him. "No buts." She said. She sincerely didn’t want to talk about her dreams, especially not with Spike. So, she opted to change the subject. “Anyways, are you excited about your trip to Canterlot?”
Spike brightened up. “You bet.” It was no secret he loved spending a little away time with Celestia. She was practically a mother to him, with Twilight’s own counting as a second.
She then started to use her magic to bring the pancake to her mouth. Just then, she could hear her doorbell ringing. She put down her breakfast. "I'll get it." She walked to the door and opened it. "Why hello…" She stopped when she saw no one there. She closed it. "Funny, I could of sworn..." The moment she turned around, her eyes went wide as dinner plates.
"SURPRISE!" Pinkie Pie and a mysterious yellow pony yelled, throwing confetti into the air.
Twilight screamed at the top of her lungs and jumped upwards, only to accidently ran her horn into the ceiling. "Oopsi," Pinkie Pie said, giggling. "Maybe we overdid."
"You think." Twilight said, with a dead pan expression. She idly swung back in forth. Her horn was lodged firmly in the bark of the tree.
"I'll help you." The new pony said. She stretched out her wings and quickly flew to her side. She grabbed Twilight and pulled her out from her predicament. She gently brought her to the ground and then landed herself. "Sorry about that."
"It's fine." Twilight said, feeling her own to make sure it was okay. "No harm done." She then looked at the new pony. She was light yellow with a yellow mane. She was Pegasus, which was stating the obvious. Her cutie mark was five purple balloons with pink strings. Still, something seemed familiar about her. "So, who are you?"
"Twilight," Pinkie Pie said. "Meet my cousin, Surprise."
Twilight gasped. "You have a cousin?" She said.
"I never told you?" Pinkie Pie said, cocking her head to the side. Twilight shook her head.
"Well then," Surprise said, pulling Pinkie Pie to her side. "SURPRISE!" They both said in unison.
It was at that moment, Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic, the pony who defeated both Discord, Nightmare Moon, and several other monsters, shook in fear. For Surprise was exactly like Pinkie Pie, down to her infectious smile. "Well, I…I…" She stuttered.
"She's speechless." Surprise said.
"Funny, she usually has a lot to say." Pinkie Pie stated. She then waved a hoof in the air. "Nevermind that. Anyways, I came over to tell you," She held out and invitation. "That you're invited to my 'Welcome to Ponyville Surprise'," She pulled out another invitation. "And the 'Did I mention she's my cousin' celebration."
"Really?" Twilight said, looking at them inquisitively. "Don't you think that's unneccesary."
They both gasped. "A party is always necessary." Pinkie Pie said. "It's like a tradition."
"You lived on a rock farm." Twilight told her. Though, she still questioned if that was true, or just another one of Pinkie's sugar induced tales.
"It's more fun to make new ones." Surprise said. She looked over to Pinkie Pie. "And remember, I want it to be a surprise."
"You got it." Pinkie Pie answered.
"It's not a surprise if she knows where it is." Twilight pointed out.
"It's the thought that counts." Surprise said. "I always love to be surprised."
"Well, we best be off." Pinkie Pie said. "I have lot more invitation to give out." The duo proceeded to bounce out the door. Twilight stared on after them. ‘I need a book right now. A really, informative, long book.'
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A New World. A New Body?!!
The world came back into focus. His vision was blurry at first, but it cleared quickly. For some reason, only two of his eyes were working. The Advanced Hybrid shook his head. 'What happened?' He thought, growling slightly, feeling a dull pain coursing through his body. His mind was foggy. He was having trouble piecing the previous events together.
But that wasn't the only thing. Something was missing. It then came to him. His eyes widened so much, that they looked like they'd pop out of his skull. 'The song!' He couldn't hear the Chimera horde. It was silent. Deathly silent. This had never happened to him before. He could always hear it. But not now. It was almost like it didn't exist here. A feeling of abandonment and loneliness took him. He let out a small whine. 'But this planet is ours.'
He tried to stand up, but his legs gave in. Something was off with them. They didn't feel right. Actually, nothing seemed to feel right. Especially, his arms. They just felt…He quickly brought his right arm up and stared at it. It wasn't an arm, it was a…a…He didn't know what to call it. It was just another leg. 'Impossible.' He shook it about, trying to see if it would come off. Eventually he stopped waving and tried standing up a few more times, before he got the hang of his new legs.
The Advanced Hybrid noticed a small pond. He licked his lips, ready to saturate his thirst. He slowly made his way over to it, careful not to trip over anything. When he got to the edge, he leaned down to take a sip. He then stopped dead still. Right there, in the pond, was some sort of horned creature. It a snout filled with flat teeth. Its black mane hung over its grey body. A pair of a golden eyes stared up at him. He snarled. His killer instinct flared up. He raised his front leg, but stopped. The creature in the pond did the same. He then looked at his hoof and then to the reflection. The Chimera moved his arm again, which the creature copied.
Suddenly, he realized something. This was his reflection. 'No! This cannot be me. I'm a Chimera. A Chimera. Not this…this…thing.' He shook his head furiously. 'Something's wrong. So very wrong.' He looked down at the reflection and growled deeply. "Stop it!" He yelled. But the reflection stayed the same. "Stop lying." But it continued showing him that same form. His left eye twitched, as his body shook. Something snapped inside. An emotion, something he never felt before, took him. Utter rage! He roared and struck the water furiously. Again and again, he struck it, wanting the image to go away. But it stayed, no matter how many times he tried. No matter how much he didn't want to accept it. After several minutes of this futile struggle, he gave up. He then sat down at the edge of the pond.
The former Chimera just stood there, watching his reflection. 'Why?' He asked himself. His mind racing with thoughts and ideas, which he never thought would happen to him. 'I've changed.' He thought. 'Is this another part of my evolution? Is this a new strain? Or was it…' He snarled, shaking in anger. 'The humans! They did this. I should have known. Those blasted pests have been plotting some new weapon to unleash on us. But it didn't work. I'm still here and I'm still fighting.'
The last thing he could remember before waking up here, was seeing that human pointing its gun straight at him. He thought it fired. It seemed like the human did. He heard the blast, which was louder than expected, and his whole world went white. 'Maybe I'm dead.' He thought. 'Maybe that human did strike me down.' He growled, unable to stand the thought of being bested by a human. 'Or maybe I survived and they molded me into a new strain.' He had to admit, he liked that idea better.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard something rustling behind him. 'Humans.' The Advanced Hybrid stayed completely still. His new ears swiveled on top of his head, towards the area. He had to admit, he liked this new feature. His hearing was much superior now. When the noises stopped, he pinpointed the exact spot the new comer was.
In the blink of an eye, he jumped to his feet, turned around, and pounced onto his foe. The creature yelped in pain as he landed on top of it. A deep throated growl escaped his lips, as he peered down at the individual underneath him. It snarled back at him, its teeth bore in defiance. It was the same type of being he was. A four legged creature of some sort. It had a grey coat, with a black mane, but lacked the horn he acquired. It even had a Hedgehog grenade like mark on its rump. But that wasn't what intrigued him. It was the two golden eyes that perked his interest. The same familiar eyes that he'd seen all his life. His own eyes.
Slowly, he calmed his mind and took in its appearance. When he did, he could actually feel something. Something from the being underneath his feet. It was a connection. That same old familiar connection. His eyes widened. 'He's one of my own.' Quickly, he got off it. The moment he did, it got to its feet and took a fighting stance. It was ready to fight. Fight and kill.
"Report." He commanded. He knew that his own kind would listen to a direct order. 'If not,' He thought. 'Dinner time.' The other Chimera just looked at him, not changing from his fighting stance. "I said report." It cautiously stepped down from its stance and looked at him. Studying him as if he was a threat. "I am your commander and I order you to report."
Immediately, its eyes widened. It stood at attention. "Infantry class of the Chimera horde, reporting." He said.
"What is our present location?" The Advanced Hybrid asked.
"No clue, commander." The Hybrid responded.
The Advanced Hybrid shook his head. "I didn't expect you too." He said. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something in the sky. He wasn't sure what it was, but they were heading straight towards them. He turned to face them, bearing his teeth. The other Chimera saw this and did the same. It wasn't long before he could make them out clearly, thanks to his keen eyes. 'Why do I have only two now?' They looked just like them, except these had feathery wings. He calmed down and motioned for the other one to do so as well.
The fliers soon touched down and bowed their heads. "Sniper division reporting." The lead one said.
The Advanced Hybrid noticed that they looked rather beaten and bloody. "What happened?" He said.
The winged Chimera looked away. "We had a little…confusion." He said.
One of the winged Chimera tried biting one of others wings. The other turned its head and hissed a warning. The Advanced Chimera growled. "We will have none of this." He scolded. They complied and looked at him. "Now, did you find any others?"
The lead one nodded. "Yes," He said. "We have a few more fliers, horned ones, and ground dwellers, coming this way."
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said, nodding his head. 'It's already shaping up nicely.' He thought. 'Now to find our command post.' "Now, we're getting somewhere."
"We also spied a few others." The winged Chimera said.
His ears perked up when he heard that. "What do you mean 'others'?" The Advanced Hybrid said.
The winged Chimera grinned. "Food." He simply replied.
The Advanced Hybrid grinned as well and looked at the avian ones. "Then prepare the troops." He said. "The prey won't catch itself." The avian Chimera nodded in acknowledgment. The other chimera growled and licked their jaws in hunger.
'Things could get better.' Then, the Advanced Hybrid spotted his Bullseye sitting on the ground not far from his location. 'Okay, now they couldn't get any better.' He wondered for a second why it was here and not his armor. But those thoughts only lasted a second. He trotted over to it and reached over with one of his new limbs. He then noticed something odd. He had no fingers! He couldn't pick up his trusty weapon. His eye twitched, fiercely. He had that weapon with him his whole life. Every single day he would go out and practice with it. It was as dear a thing as a Chimera could have. And now, in this new form, brought on by humans, he couldn't use it. He growled deeply, a deadly glint in his eyes. 'THEY WILL PAY!' "Have someone grab our weapons!" He yelled furiously, startling the Chimera around him. "We aren't leaving them behind." He then lowered his head and gripped his beloved gun in his teeth. Now way was he letting any of the others get their hands on it. 'Do any of them still have hands?'
A splitting headache was Gregory's morning wake up call. He groaned. His first thoughts, when he started to awaken were, 'Am I still alive?' His continuously throbbing headache confirmed his existence. With that small tidbit, he could sigh in relief. He brought his hand to his head and rubbed it. "I'll be feeling this for a while." He said, out loud to himself. "Man, oh man. I must have guzzled down a whole six pack." But something was off. He continued rubbing, but rather slowly for another moment. 'Okay, why can't I feel my fingers?' He thought. He then moved his hand in front of his head. What he saw was the most shocking thing that he'd ever lay his eyes on. His hand was a hoof! 'A hoof? Why a hoof? Wait.' He then stood up and paced around in a circle, inspecting himself. After a moments study, he sat back down. 'I'm a pony…WHAT?' Thousands of reasonable explanations resounded inside his skull. 'I'm dreaming. Yeah. That's it. This is just one big dream.' He then raised his hoof to his head. 'But why do I ache? If this was a dream, I wouldn't feel a thing. Especially this horn on my head.' He stopped right all movement. "I have a horn…and I'm a pony…Yeah, this all makes logical sense." He rolled his eyes, while gritting his teeth. "I mean, the machine was designed to…" His eyes flew open. "THE MACHINE!" He scrambled about, looking for the device. He kept stumbling over his new legs.
Gregory searched for what felt like half an hour, before he gave up. He huffed in exhaustion. "That's just great. The machine is gone. I'm alone. And now, I'm a pony. This is sounding like one of those fairy tale stories I read as a kid."
Just then, he heard something groan. His muscles tensed, ready to take him as far away from here as possible. 'Please don't be a Chimera. Though, if this is some crack pot fairy tale, it's probably a dragon…I don't give a damn which. I just want out of here.' After a moments wait, his curiosity got the best of him. Slowly, and cautiously, he made his way over to the sound. Once he was close enough, he hid behind a tree. He closed his eyes and took a breath. 'Okay, just a small peek.' He looked around.
What he saw was vastly different than what he had expected. A brown coated, black mane unicorn lay in the field. 'A unicorn.' "Of course." He groaned. "It's a unicorn, just like me. It all makes sense. Like a bullfrog riding a tricycle." He walked over to the downed creature and looked down at it. As he did, he noticed a red test tube mark on its rear. 'Some type of brand.' "Hey, are you okay?" He then reeled back. "Wait! I'm talking to a unicorn…This shouldn't make any sense. The next thing you know, some Chimera ponies are going to show up."
"Don't move, or this will be more painful than it needs to be." A voice resounded behind him.
Gregory turned around. What he saw were a bunch of unicorns, Pegasus, and simple ponies, standing around him with menacing stares. But what really caught his eyes were their golden eyes. 'Aren't those the same as… ?' "Me and my big mouth." He said facehooving.
One unicorn walked straight up to him. He was a little larger than him, so when he stopped, he looked down at Gregory, with a stern glare. "Before I kill you, tell me…whatever you are, how did you turn us?" He said.
Gregory was silent for a moment. "I don't know." He said, in a small voice. It was pierced by his evident fear.
"Don't know?" The Chimera unicorn said, growling. He bared his teeth in a menacing snarl. "Turn us back."
"I don't know how…Wait! You can talk?" Gregory said. His scientist part inside him was intrigued. If these Chimera could talk, he could learn so much. He could learn everything there is to know about them. The secrets of the Chimera would be at his fingertips, or hoof tips now. He could save Earth, he could…
He was cut off from this train of thought, when one of the Chimera ponies rammed right into his side. Shortly, he was pinned down, with those familiar hateful golden eyes staring down at him. Except, this one seemed different somehow. This Pegasus, as hard as it sounded, seemed feminine. "Now," The Chimera unicorn said, walking over to him. "I want you to turn us back now, or we'll just have to kill you now."
"But I told you already." Gregory said, hoping he could explain himself to them. "I don't know how this happened. The machine wasn't supposed to do this. It was just a prototype."
"Machine?" The unicorn ears perked at the word. "What type of machine?"
Gregory thought for a moment. 'I didn't know Chimera were curious.' He thought. 'You learn something new every day.' "Just a teleporter." He said. "That's all."
The Chimera unicorn looked around at the others. "Teleporter?" He said, as though the word was foreign to him. 'It probably was.' "I do not know what a teleporter is?" He then shook his head and growled. "This is pointless. Change us back."
"I can't." Gregory said.
"I'm tired of this foolishness, human." He said. The unicorn glared down at him. "You deprive us of our song."
Gregory was silent for a moment. "Uh, song?" He asked, but immediately cringed when the Chimera unicorn shoved its horn close to his face.
"The song that commands us. The song that unifies us. The song we have known and shall know all our lives." The unicorn stomped a hoof onto the ground. "I will hear it again. And no human is going to stop me from getting it." Just then, a low chuckle could be heard. The Chimera unicorn looked over at the downed unicorn. He strode over to him. The Chimera looked him over. Soon, the chuckle turned up a notch. Then, it went into straight up laughter. Hysterical laughter. The Chimera unicorn snarled. He turned to Gregory and pointed a hoof to the laughing pony. "What is this? What is he doing?"
"He's laughing." Gregory risked telling him. 'Well, he'll die happy.' He thought, bitterly.
"I do not like this 'laughing'." The Chimera unicorn said, slurring the foreign word. "I demand you stop." But the unicorn didn't pay a single bit of attention to him. Instead, he kept on laughing. "I said stop." He continued on. The Chimera started kicking the unicorn's body, but he didn't seem to care, just reveling in his own mirth. "I command you to stop this, you inferior creature."
"How does it feel?" The unicorn finally spoke up. The Chimera stopped kicking. The unicorn turned to look at him. "How does it feel to have things out of your control? To have your world turned upside down."
"But I'm standing straight up." The Chimera said. He leaned his head to the side. "I am not upside down."
"Just answer the question." The unicorn demanded. Gregory gulped. This guy was just asking for it. Talking like that to a Chimera. That was just plain suicide. 'Though, something seems familiar about him. His voice sounds oddly familiar.'
"I shall not take orders from you." The Chimera unicorn snapped. "I am bred to be the most efficient killer in the whole horde. You…You are just some plain, disgusting creature that dare not walk the world alongside us."
"You wouldn't let us." The unicorn said. 'Wouldn't let us?' Gregory quirked an eyebrow, before studying the unicorn some more.
"I will have no more of this." The Chimera unicorn said. He turned back to his cohorts. "Kill them and spare me the leftovers."
Gregory gulped. "But you can't just do that." He said.
"I can and I will." The Chimera unicorn said, standing proud.
"But if we die, you will be stuck like this." The unicorn pointed out.
The Chimera unicorn stopped in his tracks. Slowly, it turned around. The piercing golden eyes studied them for a couple of moments, which felt like an eternity. "Then you will live until we are Chimera once more." He said. "Bring them with us." He walked off. The others gathered together around him.
The Pegasus flew off of him, letting Gregory up. He hurried over to the downed unicorn. "You have no idea who you just pissed off." He whispered.
"Oh, Gregory." The unicorn said. "You know me." He stood up, but fell down onto his front legs.
Gregory's eyes widened. "John?" He said. "Is that you?"
"Who else could it be?" John said.
Before Gregory could say another word, two ponies and a Pegasus came over to them. "Move it." The Pegasus said, snarling down at them. "We don't have all day."
Gregory looked away from the Chimera pony and then spied something familiar. Just a short distance away, Jessica's doll lay on the ground. 'Well, that's helpful.' He thought, reminding himself of John's little episodes. He walked over and picked it up the toy. He then leant it to John.
John's eyes widened and he snatched up the little doll. He held it close to his body. "Thank you." He said.
Just then, one of the Chimera ponies growled, pushing Gregory forward roughly. "Get moving." He said.
"Yes, sir." Gregory whimpered out, before moving on.
Bon-Bon huffed in agitated. 'One late book.' She thought, heaving in and out from all the walking she had to do. 'I had to walk all the way from Ponyville, to that silly little shack, just because I returned one late book.' Okay, she had failed to return several books in the past, but that didn't stop her from complaining. Though, Lyra would say differently.
Her muscles ached, as she carried the bag of supplies for Twilight. 'And might I add that that zebra was so creepy. This is the last time I check out anything from her library again.'
After another moments trot, the Earth pony began to sweat. Not just from exhaustion, but from fear as well. She didn't know why, but something just wasn't right with this forest. 'Much more than usual.' She thought. It felt like there was a pair of eyes watching her. Taking in her every movement. Bon-Bon wanted out of there at that very moment. Then, a strange and sickly smell caught her notice. It smelled like…like…death! 'Oh no, zombies.' She started becoming hysterical. 'This is just like that movie I saw. Lone, beautiful girl goes out alone and gets eaten by zombies. Alright, calm down. It was just a movie. It was just a movie.'
Then, she heard a small cricket chirp. Bon-Bon jumped several feet in the air. "I don't want to die a virgin." She yelled and started galloping off.
The mare ran and ran. She kept on running, until she stumbled onto some roots. The roots hooked her hooves and she went tumbling down and onto her face. She lay there, groaning. Finally, she got up and put a hoof to her head. "This is going to take one fine day at the spa to clear up." She wiped off the dirt from her face. But then, she heard something. It was the steady beat of some pony. She could tell the hoof steps were coming closer and closer. She started trembling, her knees shaking like small twigs.
Then, right in front of her, some distance away, came a large black, grey mane Earth pony. Its cutie mark looked like a hoof cracking open a skull, which creeped her out. He was the biggest pony she had ever seen, though Celestia could have been taller. His large golden eyes felt like they were piercing her soul. "Uh, hello there. I'm glad I found you." She smiled, wiping her brow. "You had me scared there for a minute." The stallion was silent. "Uh, like, I'm talking here." Again, no reply. "Are you like deaf or something? Cause we have a doctor who'd take care of that." She was only answered with a deathly silence. "Cha, then like, be that way."
Bon-Bon took a step away from him. The second she did, the stallion started pawing at the ground. Large amounts of air passed his nostrils, for which one could mistake for something like smoke. She could have sworn he looked like he was going to charge at her. 'But that would be so stupid, unless…' Her thoughts were interrupted when the stallion roared. Something, she never thought she'd hear from a pony. It then started galloping right smack towards her. She wanted to run but her hooves were stuck in place out of sheer fear. It wasn't long before the stallions head collided with her side. This sent her sprawling to the ground. She tried to get up, but the stallion grabbed her tail. He then, with ease, swung her right into a tree. She cried out in pain. The stallion did this another couple of times, before letting her fall to the ground. Bon-Bon laid there, tears streaming down her face. Her body was racked in utter pain. The next thing she saw was the stallion rearing on its back hooves, ready to crush her skull with his fore legs. "Please don't." She desperately cried.
Before the fatal blow could be made, a small brown Earth pony head-butted the stallion, sending it teetering over to the ground. The new Earth pony, which was obviously younger and smaller then even her, stood defiantly in front of her. She noticed that he didn't have a cutie mark, which she thought was strange. Though, today was filled with a lot of strange twists. "If you want someone to fight, then how about you fight me." He said. The black stallion roared and charged at him. The brown Earth pony nimbly jumped to the side, easily dodging him.
The black stallion stopped and turned around to face the young fighter. "Show me your moves." The Colt said, smiling. The colossal Earth pony pawed the ground and charged again. The colt dodged him once more and bucked him in the side of the head. "Falcon buck." The black stallion raised a hoof to its face, rubbing the bruise. The colt smiled. "Yes." The giant stallion growled and again charged.
The brown colt stood his ground, with his back to a tree. Bon-Bon looked on in terror. 'He's going to get himself killed.' She thought. But then, he surprised her. Right before the black stallion got to him, the colt jumped backwards. He cartwheeled in the air and landed on the side of the tree. The same second, the black stallion rammed its head into it. The colt then jumped onto the stallion's back and bucked him right in the back of the skull. "Falcon buck." The stallion roared before falling to the ground. The colt quickly got off, and smiled down in triumph, but it was short lived, as they heard a piercing shriek.
They looked up to see two grey, black mane Pegasi hovering over them. "Oh, that's just cheating." The colt whined. Bon-Bon just stared at him. 'Seriously!' The two fliers dove down, heading right straight towards him. The colt dodged them both on their first run. "You two couldn't hit the broadside of a barn." The Pegasi nimbly flew around the trees and tried again. Bon-Bon didn't know what to do. She doubted that the colt could take on both of them. So, she did the best she could. She looked around herself and grabbed the biggest rock she could and threw it at one. She got a lucky hit, as the rock smacked into the side of one of the Pegasus's face. It screeched in pain. In its pained state, it accidently slammed into the other Pegasus, sending them right dab into a tree.
The colt looked at her and smiled. "Thanks." He said. "Though, I could have taken them."
Bon-Bon smiled, rolling her eyes. "You welcome." She croaked out. Even talking hurt her dearly.
But there little moment of peace was short lived. The two Pegasi got back on to their feet. As well as the large stallion, who looked very peeved. They looked like they were going to go start the fight again, and the colt readied himself. "Round two. Fight!" He said.
"Stop!" Someone yelled. They all turned around to see a large group of grey, black mane ponies. 'Oh, great. More of them.' She thought. Two of them were brown, however. Like the smaller pony before her. The grey ponies around them seemed to be keeping a close eye on those two. The lead unicorn came over to them. He looked over her and the colt. Then, he turned to the other three. "Kill them." He turned back to the others. They looked like they were only happy to.
"Wait!" An elderly brown unicorn said, stepping forth past the other grey ponies. He had a little doll on his back. "You can't just kill them."
"Why not?" The grey unicorn said, glaring at him. "I spared your lives. Isn't that enough?"
"If you so much as harm one single innocent life, I'll take the only chance you have of going back to the grave." The brown unicorn said, looking at him with an equal glare.
The grey unicorn sent him a fierce glare, baring its teeth, before finally shaking his head. "Fine." He said. "We won't kill them," He then turned and walked on. "For now."
The elderly unicorn then walked over to her. "Are you feeling alright?" He asked.
"Like no." Bon-Bon said. She coughed violently.
The elderly unicorn frowned. "I'll just have to carry you, until we find someone to look after you." He said. He moved his head under her, careful not to pierce her with his horn. Then, gently, he scooped her up and onto his back.
"There's a town not far from here." Bon-Bon said. She knew she was risking a lot, but she was in so much pain. "They can help."
Back in Ponyville, another frantic struggle took place. An epic battle between good and evil, light and dark, life and death. A deciding moment in the history of Equestria, or rather, of all worlds. A mind blowing event with feats unimaginable by mere mortal minds. A place of extreme conflict that only the bravest or most foolish wanderer would ever venture forth into this…
"Aren't you over doing this a bit?" Pinkie Pie said, stretching out her neck.
Hmmm, sorry about that. A writer and his musings and all. Can't help that.
"Okey, dokey, lokey." Pinkie Pie said, smiling.
Carrot Top came in through the front door. The moment she did, her mouth dropped open. "HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?" She yelled.
"SURPRISE!" Surprise said, jumping out behind her. Carrot Top shrieked. Surprise just giggled at her antic. "Is everyone here so jumpy wumpy?"
"Nah, I saw Rarity jump twice as high once." Pinkie Pie said. "I think she thought Prince Blueblood was behind her."
Surprise gagged. "That meany pants would scare me too." She said. "Did you know that he tried to ask me out once?"
Pinkie Pie gasped. "No way." She said. "Tell me all about it."
"GET OUT!" Carrot Top yelled. The two bubbly ponies hopped out, giggling. Carrot Top slammed the door behind them. "As if I don't already have enough to do deal with Ditzy." Just then, the doorbell rang. 'Speak of the devil.' She turned around and opened it. And low and behold, that wall eyed friend of hers, Ditzy Doo, stood there. Her two daughters, Sparkler and Dinky, stood behind her. "Hi, Ditzy. What brings you over?" 'Other than to raid my fridge of course.'
Ditzy smiled. "Oh, I'm working late and since there isn't any school today, I was hoping if you'd babysit." She said.
"I'm not a baby." Sparkler said. Ditzy just ignored her statement.
"Well, can't Sparkler look after Dinky herself?" Carrot Top said, hoping to avoid any more interaction with her friend. She liked her, really. But yesterday was hectic and she wanted a day to herself.
"No." Ditzy said, her face showing a slight tinge of fear. "I'm not leaving my muffins alone by themselves."
"Mom," Sparkler said, walking next to her. "I can take care of myself."
"The world is too dangerous." Ditzy said. "You could get hurt."
"In our own house?" Sparkler said.
"I read somewhere that most accidents happen in the home." Ditzy said. Carrot Top shook her head. Ditzy was overprotective of her daughter's. Well, considering what happened to their father…I think it was justified.
"But Ponyville is like the safest place in Equestria." Sparkler said. "Nothing ever happens here." Carrot Top and Ditzy Doo just stared at her for moment. Finally, she conceded defeat. "Alright."
Ditzy hugged her. "Don't worry." She said. "One day, you'll take on this world all on your own." She gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She then hugged Dinky and kissed her forehead. "Now be good for auntie Top, okay?" They both nodded. "I'll be back this afternoon." She hugged them. "I love you two."
"We love you too mom." They both said, hugging back.
Carrot Top had to hold back tears. She always found it so touching when they did stuff like that. A real family. Oh, how she wished to a foal of her own and a stallion by her side. 'A big, strong stallion. Who's brave and true and so good in…' "Carrot Top?"
Carrot Top shook her head to get rid of the small fantasy forming inside. 'Not in from of the fillies.' She thought. She looked down to Dinky. "What is it sweetie."
"I'm hungry." Dinky Doo said.
Carrot Top smiled. "I know just the thing." She said, leading them inside.
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My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro studios.
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The mismatched party moved in absolute silence through the forest. Not one made even the slightest sound. The forest did it for them, with sights and noises foreign to their senses. Gregory's eyes wondered every which way, never staying in one spot for more than a few seconds. Sweat peppered his body, as he fought the urge to run and escape his captors. His mind was still processing everything that had happened within the last twenty-four hours. 'Okay, I'm a pony. I can confirm that fact.' He wiggled his tail, which really creeped him out immensely. 'My colleagues are ponies and so is the Chimera. And we've gone to a land with talking ponies…Is there anything I've missed. Oh, I don't know. ANYTHING NOT PONY RELATED!' He screamed the last bit inside his own skull.
"So," Bon-Bon said from on top of John's back. He had learned her name along the way. 'She just can't keep her mouth shut, can she?' He thought. Her voice still was a little strained. "Where'd you ponies come from?"
Gregory's eye twitched. 'She had to say it. That foul, pathetic word.' "We'd rather not talk about it." He answered, hoping she'd drop the issue.
"Oh, come on." Bon-Bon whined. "There isn't much else to do, until we get to Ponyville."
Gregory twitched again. 'Ponies!' He thought, seething at the very word. "What a stupid name for a town." He sneered.
"Gregory," John snapped at him. "Don't be rude."
"Gregory?" Bon-Bon said, sniggering. "That's your name? That's, like, so funny."
"That's a very common name from where I come from." He said, defending himself.
"And where's that?" Bon-Bon said. "Weirdsville?" She giggled.
"Oh, ha-ha," Gregory said. "Make fun of the guys who saved your skin, why don't you." Bon-Bon just rolled her eyes. "Besides, I don't want to talk to a pony. It just creeps me out."
"Why?" Bon-Bon asked, quirking an eyebrow. "You're a pony too. What do you have some type of disorder? 'Cause I heard of this guy who couldn't stand being around other people for more than a few minutes before totally losing it. They, like, had to restrain him and all. They even sent him to the nuthouse, can you believe it?"
Gregory's mind raged inside. 'Why did this pony have to be a blabber mouth? WHY? Why couldn't she just be a normal, stupid pony? Is this world really just that cruel?' He thought. "I don't have a disorder." He growled.
"Oh, but you totally act like you do." Bon-Bon said.
Gregory started shaking in rage. 'Calm yourself down. Don't let the po…I mean, mammal get to you.' He thought, trying to slow his breathing. 'You're better than this.'
"Let me guess," Bon-Bon said. "You're a virgin." He was silent, not wanting to answer. "I knew it. You so scream virgin."
"NO I DON"T!" Gregory yelled, having enough of her talking. "I don't scream virgin. It doesn't matter. I shouldn't even be here talking to a pony. Ponies don't talk. They shouldn't talk. It's not natural."
"You're not natural." Bon-Bon retorted.
"See," Gregory said to John, hoping he'd stop her. "See what she did. She did it again."
"Stop this childish behavior." John said.
"I'm not childish." Gregory said.
"You so are." Bon-Bon said, smirking at him.
"Am not." Gregory said, stomping a hoof to the ground.
"Are too." Bon-Bon said, in a sing song like voice.
"Am not." Gregory raised his voice.
"Are too." Bon-Bon said, unfazed.
"Oh, just shut up." Gregory said, stomping a hoof to the ground. "I've had it with and your infernal non-stop chit chat. I'd rather talk to a Chimera and I know that they'd just tear out my throat. You know why? Because they are a vile, sick, inhuman bunch of…"
Before he could finish his speech, he was talked to the ground by a Pegasus Chimera. He looked up to see it was the same one as before. "Be quiet." It yelled at him. He could tell it was feminine. 'But Chimera don't have any sort of gender.' He thought, frantically. When she kept on staring at him, he gulped and nodded his head. He could feel himself blush. It sickened him a little. 'She's Chimera. Get a hold of yourself. Just because she feels so nice and warm…UGH!'
She got off of him and flew off a few yards away. When she did so, he then tried to make sure his assumption was right. So, he stared over at her rear. 'For scientific curiosity of course.' He told himself. He could see her body had womanly curves, especially her legs, where they went up smoothly. He then looked over her rather endearing bottom.
"Pervert." Bon-Bon said, watching his staring. She was frowning at him.
Gregory's cheeks went red, as he realized he had been staring for longer than meant too. He quickly looked away, wiping away a little drool on his chin. "I am not." He said. "I was just checking her gender, that's all."
"Ewww." Bon-Bon said.
"You wouldn't understand." Gregory said. 'I don't even understand.'
"I understand that you're a pervert." Bon-Bon said, turning her head away with her snout slightly raised in the air.
Gregory just groaned and shook his head. 'I hate this world.' He thought.
The Advanced Hybrid scanned the environment with his keen eyes, while he dragged his Bullseye along, gripped firmly in his teeth. He searched every nook and cranny of the forest, looking for any signs of danger. He made due with only two eyes, but he missed his other four. 'This forest,' He thought, perplexed. 'It reminds me of home. Yet, none of the sounds are familiar. Neither are the smells. What happened here? Did the humans turn the rest of the creatures too?'
Just then, he heard a flutter of wing beats coming towards him. His ears swiveled about and he turned to the source, snarling. A winged Chimera met his gaze, landing on the ground beside him. "Commander." The Chimera said.
He spit the gun out of his mouth so he could talk. "Yes." The Advanced Hybrid said, calming himself down. "Anything to report?"
"No commander." The winged Chimera responded. "The surrounding area is secure."
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said, nodding in appreciation. "Now, scout the area ahead. I want to know how long until we find this 'town'."
The winged Chimera bobbed his head. "Yes commander." He spread his wings, but continued walking beside him for a moment. "Commander."
"What is it?" The Advanced Hybrid asked, wondering why he hadn't taken off yet.
"Why haven't we killed the human's yet?" The winged Chimera said, his stomach growled. The Chimera unicorn stiffened up when he heard the question. He rubbed it slightly with a hoof. "I'm starving."
The Advanced Hybrid's eyes flew out wide, before turning into a full glare. "Did you just question an order?" He said, growling. He stared down the other Chimera with his deadly gaze.
The winged Chimera shrunk back, low to the ground, shaking in fear. He quickly shook his head. "No." He said, in a trembling voice.
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said, snorting.
"Well, sir, there is one more thing I'd like to say." The winged Chimer said.
"And that is?" The Advanced Hybrid said, clearly annoyed by his very presence."
"Why do you drag the Bullseye along with you?" He asked, to which the Advanced Hybrid growled deeply and took a few steps towards him. His winged companion took off as fast as his wings could take him. He stared off at him for a while, watching him leave. 'A Chimera does not question orders.' He thought. 'What has gotten into that soldier...Wait! Did I just call us Chimera? Only humans do that.' He put a hoof to his head. "I need a break." He said, before hitting himself. "We don't get breaks. We kill all the time you idiot. Don't go thinking this new form changes anything." He growled, upset with himself.
What neither of them noticed, were two sets of eyes watching them as they went by. Glee sparkled within their eyes as they spied the group. They quickly moved on, hoping they hadn't been spotted.
"Ha," One of the brown unicorns said, once they had put some distance between them and the new comers. He smiled in utter triumph. His bright orange mane swung about. His rainbow glitter cutie mark sparkled in the shadows. "We did it. We finally did it."
"Yeah, we did." His brown companion said. His mane was a dark pink and he had a sandwich cutie mark. His eyes then scrunched up. "Uhh, did what?"
The first one stared at him for a moment. 'Why do I always get paired up with this guy?' "Did what?" He mimed him. "We found exactly what we're looking for, you idiot."
"Oh," The second one said. "I thought we were checking out the plants. They seem nice and green, perfect for a sandwich."
The first unicorn stopped in his tracks and smacked the second one upside his head. "Portobello, will you shut up and grow a brain?" He asked.
"Uh, but won't that take a long time, Spray-On?" Portobello said, rubbing his bruised head.
Spray-On groaned in frustration. "Just keep an eye on the group, will you?" He asked. Portobello saluted. Spray-On rolled his eyes. 'Why do I get the nagging feeling he's going to muck this up?' He mentally asked himself. He then teleported himself away from his idiot friend.
The next instant he appeared in a large bright yellow room. A few pegasi were flying about, doing loop de loops, and mostly crashing into the walls or ceiling. Some Earth ponies were frantically holding up huge stacks paper, trying to not to drop it. A dull yellow, brown maned unicorn was dicing apples in the center of the room, throwing away everything but the apple cores. 'Must be a slow day.'
One gray maned, purple bodied unicorn walked backwards towards him, until he got right beside him. He had a ripped up piece of paper for a cutie mark. "Goodbye." He said, bowing his head.
"Goodbye." Spray-On replied.
"Chief does not want to see you." The unicorn said, smiling at him.
"No thank you." Spray-On said, walking through the daily mayhem. The unicorn took him to the back of the room, all while walking backwards, until they came to a door. It read 'No Chief Here' and 'Daily Chaos Industries' underneath. He knocked on the door.
"Come in." A gruff voice called. Spray-On walked inside. There, behind a large wooden desk, sat a gruff light brown, black mane Earth Pony. He had a small, square moustache. "What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?"
Spray-On looked at his boss for a moment, noting his intense stare. He looked over to see a picture of three ponies, which he recognized as the owners of Equestria Daily, Phoe, Cereal, and Seth. "Uh, is this a good time?" He asked.
"Arrogant blowhards." His boss, Chief, said, scowling. "Those blokes won't put my masterpiece in their fancy smancy paper of theirs. AGAIN! And it was such a brilliant piece of art." He stood up and grabbed a lone piece of paper. He walked over to him and shoved the paper into his face. "Read it."
Spray-On took the paper and did as he was told.
/This is a story.
Something happens in the beginning, affects the characters and they go on a grand adventure to stop some danger, eventually defeating the evil, and living happily ever after.
The End. /
He looked up to his boss. He gulped when he saw Chief's fierce look of determination. 'Just lie.' "I think it's brilliant, sir." He fibbed.
"See!" Chief said. "I knew it. Those people can't see something so marvelous and take it in consideration. They are just jealous of how I handle the plot."
"Uh, you're right on that regard, sir." Spray-On said, looking away.
"It also would help if Nonsense would stop being so into that Phoe filly. He creeps her out." Chief said, eyeing the purple unicorn. He was ogling the beautiful Pegasus in the picture, with his tongue hanging out. Chief shook his head in pity. Phoe had placed several restraining orders against him. "Boy, he needs a girlfriend or something...Of course, not with that Phoe filly." He growled, glaring at the picture again.
"Um, sir." Spray-On said, raising a hoof. "I have some news to report."
Suddenly, a black maned, red unicorn stallion popped his head out of an empty vase on the desk. "Does it concern my handsomeness?" He asked.
"No." Spray-On said, shaking his head.
"Then, I'm not interested." The stallion said. Right before leaving, he ripped off the piece of the poster, with Phoe on it, and disappearing inside with a burst of magic.
"Hey!" Nonsense said, diving into the vase. All he accomplished was getting his head stuck.
Chief just ignored them, as usual. "Now, what's this news you speak of?" He asked.
"Well, remember the..." Spray-On said, before Chief silenced him with a hoof to his mouth.
"Don't bring up that here." Chief said. "We might be being watched." He then moved his gaze, as though breaking the audience, and gave an 'I'm watching you' kind of look.
"Okay," Spray-On said, once Chief removed his hoof. "Well, I found the perfect people for it."
"YES!" Chief exclaimed. He then walked up to the picture of Seth. Behind him, Nonsense was still struggling with the vase on his head. "Take that, Sethy. Not so high and mighty now. I don't have a Kazoo cutie mark for nothing." He walked over and patted Spray-On's shoulder. "You did good, kid. Real good. You'd make him proud."
"Really?" Spray-On said, grinning from ear to ear. "That's so awesome, but what happens if they get to Ponyville?"
"Ponyville?" Chief said, before smiling. "I've got one of my top agents there, scoping the lay about, you know, since the incident."
"I miss him already." Spray-On said, looking a bit down.
"We all do." Chief said. He quickly brought his hoof back over his shoulder, hitting the vase on Nonsense's head. Cracks splintered all the way up, before it broke into pieces. Nonsense smiled, before falling backwards, unconscious. "But we must carry on in his name."
"A noble cause, sir." Spray-On said, nodding his head.
"Now…" Chief said, before stopping. "Is that all?"
"Uh, yes." Spray-On said.
"Good." Chief said, before walking back to his desk. "I have a 'How to act like a penguin' class coming up and I don't want to be late for it. You are dismissed."
Spray-On then walked out of the office. "Well, that went well." He said.
"Did it?" A green unicorn said, walking by his. His had a short, dark green mane. His cutie mark was a question mark. "Are you sure of that?"
"Yes." Spray-On said. "And I don't have time for this, Quizler."
"What time is there to lose if one has nothing to do?" Quizler said.
"I have a lot of important things to do." Spray-On said.
Quizler brought up the green cane he always carried with him and twirled it around. He then pointed it at him. "Like what?" He asked.
"Like spying for one." Spray-On said.
"On who?" Quizler inquired.
"None of your business." Spray-On said, getting irritated by his antics. "Why do you always have to ask questions and give out riddles?"
"It is my nature, dear boy." Quizler said. "Would the world spin if not for the light of the sun?"
"Well…" Spray-On said, before bringing a hoof to his chin. "Would it?"
"Answer that yourself." Quizler said.
"Oh, come on." Spray-On said. "If I tell you where the new comers are going, will you tell me the answer?"
"I might." Quizler said.
"They're heading towards Ponyville." Spray-On said. "They should arrive by the end of today."
Quizler's eyes widened. "Ponyville, you say?" He said, pointing his cane at Spray-On's chest. "You mean 'the Ponyville'?"
"Yeah," Spray-On said, as though it was no big deal. 'Which it isn't.' He thought. "That's what I said." Quizler grinned. "Now, what's the answer?"
Quizler twirled his cane in the air, looking at though he was entranced by it. "What?" He said.
"What's the answer to the question?" Spray-On asked.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Quizler said, putting his cane to his side. "Good day." He walked off.
"WAIT!" Spray-On said, but Quizler ignored him. "Damn it." He said, under his breath so no one could hear. "What's so special about Ponyville, anyways?"
The winged Chimera soared through the skies, looking over the forest below. He searched high and low in the proceeding area, but hadn't found any town. 'What is a town, anyways?' He asked himself. He didn't know why he did it, he just did. He never asked questions before, but now, he was just full of them, not to mention a new sensation. A wonderful sensation he couldn't describe. Whenever he took to the air, he felt so alive, like nothing in the world could match him. He felt...he felt...He actually felt something for the first time in his life. No matter what his commander would say about it, he wouldn't stop asking questions, or stop this feeling. He loved it too much.
As he was musing again, he didn't see a grey Pegasus straight ahead, until he crashed into her. They both tumbled to the ground, and landed, with him on the bottom. He groaned as his eyes swirled in their sockets. The flier on top of him looked down, concerned. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you." She said, getting off of him.
Once his head stopped spinning, he leapt to his hooves. He snarled at her. All she did was smile and giggle a bit. The Chimera was taken aback by this. Usually, humans found him threatening. 'Aren't I still terrifying?' "Why are you doing that?" He asked.
"Cause you growled at me." She said, holding a hoof to her mouth. "It was so cute."
"Cute." The winged Chimera said. He didn't know what that word meant, but he knew he didn't like what it probably meant. His hooves dug into the ground. "I am not cute."
The Pegasus just kept giggling at him for a moment, before stopping. "Sorry, for laughing." She said. "I just couldn't resist."
The Chimera snorted. "Weakling." He said. He then noticed her eyes. They were a golden yellow, similar to his, but they were contorted in a weird fashion. 'Design flaw.'
"Hey, I wasn't the one who slammed into me." She said, before tapping her chin. "Or did I slam into you, slamming into me, umm; I'll just go with my first statement."
The Chimera just looked at her for a moment, perplexed. Suddenly, something dawned in his brain. His first idea. "Is there a 'town' nearby?" He asked.
"Oh, yes." She nodded her head. She extended her wings. "I've just finished my rounds so I could show you." He did so too. "Hey, I didn't catch your name."
"Name?" The Chimera asked. "What's a name?"
The Pegasus just stared at him, or at least, he thought she did. 'It's so hard to tell with her eyes.' "Everypony has a name." She said, before extending her hoof. "My name's Ditzy Doo, but you can call me Derpy if you want. I don't mind." The Chimera just stared at it, unsure of what to do. Ditzy giggled. "You're supposed to shake it."
The Chimera took her hoof in his. He noted how hers felt soft to the touch, rather pleasing. He gently shook it, before releasing. "Is that it?" He asked.
"Yup." Ditzy answered. "Now, what's your name?"
"I don't have one." The Chimera said. "I don't need this, 'name'."
Ditzy gasped. "Don't have a name?" She said. She stomped her hoof and gave him a determined stare. "Then I'll give you one." She then studied him over for a moment, taking in his appearance. Her eyes then lit up. "I have it. Golden-Eye."
"Golden-Eye!" The Chimera said. He looked down at the ground, again unsure of what to do. 'Should I accept it?' He thought to himself.
Ditzy's ears drooped. "You don't like it." She said, sounding a bit disappointed.
The Chimera looked at her. He didn't know why, but he just hated seeing her look sad. "No!" He exclaimed. "I like it." He then puffed out his chest. "I am Golden-Eye."
Ditzy smiled proudly at him. "Great." She said, getting ready to take off. "I can't wait to show you Ponyville. I have some fresh muffins ready for a snack back at my place. You don't mind stopping a couple of times, do you?" Golden Eye shook his head. Ditzy grin went wider. "Great. I'm sure they'll like you." 'Who?' He thought, but didn't bring it up.
They both took off. Golden-Eye thought over his new name, wondering what he'd do with it when he got back to his old body. On top of that, 'What's a muffin?'
Portobello continued watching the group of ponies, as they walked on through the Everfree Forest. He may not have any skills other than sandwich making, but he certainly knew how to stay hidden. 'Why did Spray-On think they were important?' He asked himself. He admitted these ponies were intimidating. That was a severe understatement. They terrified him and he didn't know why. They just seemed so unnatural and out of place here. He wouldn't say any of this to Spray-On. He'd just hit him over the head again and call him and idiot. That hurt his feelings and his head. Just cause I don't have a good brain, doesn't' mean he can hit me so much.' He pouted, rubbing his head slightly. He tried to remember why they were here in the first place, but his memory failed him again. 'Just keep watching them, Porto.' He reassured himself. 'That will get you somewhere.' So, he did just that, making sure not to be seen by the new comers. He took a step closer to the group, trying to get a better look. He then accidently stepped on a large twig. With a loud 'snap', he ducked back down.
"Did you hear that?" One of the new ponies said.
"Yes." A louder voice said. "Keep your eyes out for anything."
"Me will." A very deep voice answered. "I crush and eat slinky creatures."
Portobello gulped, shaking in fear. 'They aren't serious, are they?' He asked himself. He didn't want to find out the answer, so he slinked back into the shadows, hoping that he could stay hidden long enough for Spray-On to return. 'Please hurry back.'
"So, what's up Port?" A voice said, behind him.
Portobello opened his mouth to scream, but a hoof silenced him. He was turned around to where he faced Spray-On. "Oh, it's you." He said, sighing with relief.
"Yeah, of course it's me." Spray-On said. "I said I'd be back."
"I know, I know." Portobello said. "It's just they keep talking about eating ponies." He shivered in fear. "I just don't want to be eaten."
"Oh, that's just big talk." Spray-On said, patting his friends shoulder. "They won't eat you."
"Me hungry!" A voice grumbled out.
"Where's a human when you need them?" Another said.
"I still don't know why we can't have one of those, what were they called, ponies?" A third said. The pair stiffened when they heard that. "At least we could take their legs. They're not using them."
"Orders are orders." One last voice said. "We will not eat them as long as the commander says we can't."
"I'm just saying is all." The third one said.
"Okay, whatever you do," Spray-On said, looking at his comrade. "Don't say a word."
"So, don't say 'a word'." Portobello said. Spray-On nodded. "Why? Do they have something against, 'a word'?" He asked.
Spray-On facehooved. 'This is going to be a long reconnaissance mission.' He thought.
I own neither Resistance, or My Little Pony Friendship is Magic.
Resistance is owned by Insomniac.
My Little Pony Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro studios.
I do hope you enjoy this crossover of mine and if you any ideas, suggestions, or tips, please don't be afraid to contact me.
The forest was at peace. The wind filtered about, blowing the leaves slightly as it passed. The trees themselves stood tall and proud. Amongst them, a small squirrel fritted about, passing from branch to branch. Winter would be coming and it needed to store enough nuts for winter.
“By the way," Carrot Top said, hoping to change the conversation. "Where’s that husband of yours?”
Diamond Tiara walked back to her home. She was still flustered about the events that took place a few moments before. 'That colt.'She thought, blushing at the memory of his touch. 'He was so dashing, like one of those stallions in fairy tales.' She didn't notice the small skip in her step. Nor the blissful smile that lit her face. Never before had she felt this giddy.
The little Earth pony wondered for a while why she did not go back home and cower in fear of death, which had almost claimed her not previously. Whenever they appeared, the image of her savior came into mind. 'Because he saved me.'She thought to herself. A little melody escaped her mouth as she trotted along.
Finally, she reached her house on the outskirts of Ponyville. It was rather large, and certainly expensive. Her father had said it cost a fortune to build it. Diamond Tiara had also asked why he built it so far away from everypony. His answer was as follows; 'Why should we interact with such common rifraf. We are ponies of Canterlot.' Yet he sent her to public school. Sometimes, she could never figure out her parent's logic.
The little Earth pony made her way to the door and knocked. While she waited outside, she could hear some sort of commotion going on inside her home. 'Sounds like mom and dad are yelling at somepony.' She thought. She tried to make out the pony they were talking to, but that ponies voice was drowned out by her parents ranting.
The door finally opened to reveal a white unicorn butler. "Madam Diamond," He adressed her. "Come inside." Diamond Tiara did as he asked and walked inside her luxurious home. Already, she felt cooler and refreshed. Her father had paid no expense when furnishing the place. "I would suggest staying out of the kitchen, madam. You're parents are having a discussion."
"Who are they talking too?" Diamond Tiara asked.
The butler was silent for a moment. He tried avoiding eye contact with her. "It does not matter." He responded. "Your parents specifically instructed me too..."
Diamond Tiara held up a hoof. "I don't need you to tell me what to do." She scolded him. "You work for me. So, why don't you go clean the bathroom or something. You know, your job." The butler bowed and hesitantly trotted off. Diamond Tiara shook her head. 'Help. They are just so hard to deal with.'
The little Earth pony walked into the living room. It was large and housed an extensive library, as well as many pictures of her anscestors. But those were old and she never paid any heed to them. What caught her attention was the pony her parents were glaring at.
Her father was a light brown stallion with a graying brown mane. His cutie mark was three money bags. Her mother was frost blue mare with a purple mane. Her cutie mark was Sapphire encrusted brush. The mare they were talking to was a light pink with a purple and white mane. Her cutie mark was a screw and a ball and her eyes were swirled. The mare was obviously sad, sniffling with tears running down her cheeks.
Diamond Tiara gasped when she saw her. 'Could it be?' She asked herself. 'Is it really her?' Excitement rushed up within her when the mare looked at her. The moment she did, her depression seemed to have left her in an instant. Her smile was goofy but sweet. "Diti!"
"Screwball!" Diamond Tiara exclaimed in joy. She rushed over and jumped into her sister. She gave her a big hug to which her sister followed suit. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too." Screwball said, stroking her little sister's mane.
Diamond Tiara pulled back to look at her. "Why didn't you tell us you were coming?" She asked.
Screwball's face scrunched up. "Well…it was kind of a spur of the moment decision." She said.
"I don't care." Diamond Tiara smiled. "You're here and we're together again." She went back to full on hugging her big sis.
"Yes," Her father, Filthy Rich, said glaring at Screwball. "Just like old times."
"Screwball," Her mother, Charlotte, started. "How long do you plan on staying with us?"
Screwball looked up to her parents. "Oh, as long as possible." She answered.
Her parents immediately looked to each, both with worried expressions. Diamond Tiara paid them no heed. She just hugged her sister and squeeled in delight. She finally let go. "Oh, I have so much to show you the town." She said. "A lot has happened since you left to go to summer camp."
Screwball looked pained when she mentioned 'summer camp'. "Yes, a lot has happened since then." She mumbled.
The little filly noticed her sister's sad demeanor. "Are you okay, sis?" She asked concerned.
Screwball brightened up. "Of course, Diti." She used her little nickname for her. She didn't mind it. "How could I not be? I'm going to spend time with the world's greatest little sis."
Diamond Tiara jumped in the air with glee. She wasn't usually this hyper. Actually, she never was this hyper, but her sister came back. 'This is a dream come true.' She thought. 'It'll be just like old times.' "Oh, let's go now." An image of her savior popped up again. 'NO! I'm spending time with my sister. No colts. No matter how cute he was.'
Screwball raised a hoof. "Not now, Diti." She said. "I need a little time to rest. It was a long trip."
Diamond Tiara's enthusiasm deflated a little. "Oh," She said, looking away. She felt a little embarrassed for going all 'loco' as she defined it.
"Hey," Screwball trotted over to her and brushed her mane. "I bet you have a few stories you can tell me. I'm curious about what you've been doing. I mean, you've finally got your cutie mark. That's quite an accomplishment."
Diamond Tiara smiled up at her. "Yeah, it was a lot of work." She flipped her mane with her hoof, rather proud of herself. "But I managed."
"That's the way." Screwball smirked at her sister's confidence.
"Screwball." Their mother piped up. "Since you'll be…staying here," Her voice seemed calm and attentive, but her face showed a hint of disgust. "I think you'd best sleep here." She nodded towards the sofa. "It's quite comfy."
"NO!" Diamond Tiara shouted, gripping her sister's side. "She can stay in my room."
"But deary," Her father took a step forward. "There simply isn't enough room in there."
"Yes there is." Diamond Tiara said. "We used to sleep in the same room all the time when we were younger."
"But you were both just foals." Filthy Rich told her, his voice getting edgier by the second. "She's a mare now."
"I don't care." Diamond Tiara shot at them, with more ferocity then she intended. She never once had talked back to her father. Not once. She respected them, but she knew they would probably punish her for this. 'My sister's worth it.'
Her father sighed. "Fine." He said. "We'll bring up your old bed."
Screwball smiled. "Thank you, father." She said.
"Screwy," Diamond Tiara used her childhood nickname for her. When she was but a foal, a really young one, she couldn't say all of her Screwball's name, nor could she of anyone's. "What were you and our parents yelling about?"
"What do you mean?" Screwball smiled, nervously.
"I heard you guys yelling when I got home."
"Oh, mom and dad were just surprised I came along. I spooked them a little."
Diamond Tiara giggled. "Yeah, they are high strung." She smiled broadly. "Unlike me."
"Of course." Screwball rolled her eyes. Or at least, Diamond Tiara thought she did. It was kind of hard to tell since her eyes were so…well, screwy.
"Now," Diamond Tiara started, really anxious to hear about her sister's travels. "What happened? Where did you go? Did you find interesting people in far exotic places. You must tell me."
Screwball looked away for a moment, before sighing. "Oh, just here and there." She told her. "Nothing special."
Diamond Tiara frowned. When she was younger, Screwball always wanted to go to far away places and do all sorts of things. Although, most of them did sound weird. Like flying through the air, without any wings. 'Like that will ever happen.' She thought. She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." Screwball said.
Daimond Tiara began to realize something she hadn't at first. Her sister was speaking much more clearly than normal. "Are you hiding something from me?" She asked. "You remember you promised you'd never lie."
"I'm not lying." Screwball flinched. "I…I just don't want to talk about it."
"Oh," The little filly noticed her sister's discomfort. "Well then, why don't we try something else."
"What about hide and seek?" Screwball asked.
Diamond Tiara shook her head. "That's a game for little foals."
"I forgot." Screwball smiled, pulling her into a big hug. "My little sis isn't so little anymore."
Screwball hadn't realized that she was squeezing too tight. The little Earth pony in her grasp gasped for air. "Can't…breath."
"Oh," Screwball immediately let go of her. "Sorry."
Meanwhile, Twilight Sparkle was busy as usual reading inside her library. Yet, these weren't the sort of books she normally read. A huge stack of books, which were all about dreams, stood beside her. She sighed as she reached the last page of the book she was reading. "Darn it." She closed it with her hoof. "There's nothing in here to help me."
Suddenly a loud noise like something large crashing in a cart, or building, caught her attention. "What could that be?" She said, before walking over to the door. The moment she opened the door, she caught sight of several ponies rushing this way and that. She walked out into the street. "Hey excuse me." She said to a passing pony, Daisy. She ignored her. She turned to see Lily passing her. "Um, could you explain…" She didn't say anything either. The mare just ran on by.
She lastly turned to see Rosebud running past. Quickly, she used her magic to stop the Earth pony. Rosebud started kicking frantically about, trying to get away. "Rosebud!" She yelled to get her attention. The mare immediately stopped and turned to look at her. This allowed Twilight to stop using her spell. "What's going on?"
"I have no idea." Rosebud told her. "It happened so quickly. One thing led to another. It was a just a disaster. A horrible, horrible disaster. We're lucky nopony was hurt."
"But what happened." Twilight asked.
Just then, a pink foreleg wrapped around her shoulders. "Oh, you should have seen it." Pinkie Pie said, spooking Twilight a little. "It was like a big complicated domino game. You know, the one where you stack up all the dominos in patterns and…"
"Get to the point, Pinkie." Twilight wasn't in the mood to deal with her hyperactive friend.
"Oh, right." Pinkie Pie said. "You see there were these two grumpy pegasuses chasing after Rainbow Dash and they were going…" Pinkie ran a distance away in the blink of an eye and back again. "And then they crashed…" Pinkie moved a hoof to the ground , making a falling noise. "One of the pegasuses got hit by a cart, which was held by another pegasus, who got hit by a flying paint can, because a large stallion hit the building, while chasing a small colt."
Twilight had stopped listening at this moment, as her mind drifted off. She kept thinking about those dreams. The ones she was having lately, full of strange, intimidating monsters. 'What are they?' She asked herself. 'And why do I dream about them?'
"And the pegasus that got hit by the cart flew into a building," Pinkie made a crashing noise. "And then there was a scream." She screamed, which frightened Rosebud, who took off. "And then the pegasus flew out onto a cart of knives. Can you believe it? The knives flew threw the air, until they had almost hit Diamond Tiara and I was like 'Oh, no', but the little colt from earlier came and saved her and…Twilight are you listening?"
The pink Earth pony finally noticed her friend's far away stare. Twilight shook her head, gathering herself. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Pinkie looked at her, concerned for her friend. "You've been acting weird lately." She said.
Twilight just chuckled. "What ever do you mean?"
"I mean, you seem to wonder about everywhere, but aren't really there." Pinkie Pie tried to explain.
Twilight smiled nervously. "Oh, I've just been having some bad dreams."
"Well then," Pinkie Pie smiled. "If that's all, why not buy a dream catcher?"
"A dream catcher?" Twilight asked, not ever hearing of such a device.
"Yeah," Pinkie nodded. "You put it near you when you sleep and it makes all the bad dreams go away."
Twilight thought it over for a moment. "Well, that does sound nice." She yawned. "And I would love to get a good night's sleep."
"Don't worry about a thing, Twilight." Pinkie told her. "I'm sure nothing could possibly…"
"SURPRISE!" A voice called out from behind Twilight. Twilight screamed and jumped into the air. "That's excellent."
"What's excellent?" Twilight asked.
"Your screaming." Surprise told her. "You're the best screamer I ever heard and I've heard a lot of screams."
"Uh, thank you." Twilight was unsure if that was a good thing, which showed up plainly on her face.
"You're welcome." Surprise smiled.
"Hey, do you have anymore dream catchers?" Pinkie asked her cousin.
Surprise shook her head. "Nopey dopey." She responded. "I gave my last to this old mare."
"Drat." Pinkie Pie said.
"Why do you need one?" Surprise asked. "Are you having dreams about rock farming again?"
"No." Pinkie said quickly. "Twilight is having a lot of bad dreams."
"Has she tried screaming them out?" Surprise asked.
"Screaming them out?" Twilight asked.
"Yeah," Surprise nodded. "Sometimes, when I get scared, I just scream and then I don't feel scared anymore."
"Makes sense." Pinkie nodded.
"That makes sense?" Twilight asked, but shook her head. 'Pinkie, Twilight. Remember that she's Pinkie Pie.' She told herself. "So, that works."
Surprise nodded. "Uh-huh. And be sure to make it a loud one. As loud as you can."
"Alright, I'll give it a shot." Twilight closed her eyes. 'Okay, all I have to do is use a amplyfing spell on my voice and then that's it.' Her horn started to glow as she worked her magic. 'Wait! That sounds stupid. Maybe my sleep deprived mind isn't working as well as it ought to.'
Before she could undo the spell, Pinkie Pie spoke up. "Oh, look new ponies." She said, rather excited.
'New ponies?' Twilight opened her eyes, only to be met with a pair of golden eyes. She remained still for a moment, before realizing something. 'I remember those eyes. Those are the same eyes as those monster in my dream. The ones trying to reach out and…and…' She did the first thing that came to mind. She opened her mouth and screamed. But this was no ordinary scream. Thanks to her amplification spell, her scream carried a higher, louder pitch.
Everyone in town tried to cover their ears. The pegasus couldn't keep flying, so they plummeted to the ground. Twilight kept screaming for another moment, before darkness overtook her.
Far off in the distance, John continued to carry Bon-Bon. She had fallen asleep on the trip to her town. The pony on his back intrigued him greatly. Just as his new body did as well. 'How can ponies talk? Didn't humans evolve in this world? And why aren't I a human?' These questions and more ran throughout his mind. Though, another thought came about as well. 'When I do make another machine and it works, what shall I do?' He asked himself. He knew he couldn't leave Gregory and that boy stuck in these bodies, but the Chimera...He had to stop the Chimera. He had brought them here and he had to stop them from destroying this world like they did his own.
He watched one of the Chimera pegasi pass over head, making sure he didn't run off. 'No. I can't let them win. Not again. Even if they can talk and understand, they will go back to killing the moment I turn them back. That's all they're good for. That's all they'll ever do.'
His inner ramblings were interrupted by a loud screaching noise. As if someone was screaming, but no one could scream that loud. Bon-Bon jolted up and immediatly covered her ears. "What in hay is that?" She asked.
John had no idea. Whatever it was, it was affecting the Chimera ponies even worse then them. They were wreathing in pain, shaking their head, rustling about. The pegasus dropped out of the sky, using their hooves to block out the noise. His curiousity got to him, so he edged forth, until he got the end of the path and the forest. A small, colorful town lay ahead. He couldn't help but smile as he saw it.
Just as soon as the sound had started, it stopped. The Chimera ponies started to get back to their feet, or rather hooves. He used this time to run into town, hoping to escape his captors. "Hey," Bon-Bon groaned as she was jostled about on his back. "What gives?"
He didn't pay her any attention. 'I have to get away.' He told himself. 'I have to escape.' He continued running, until he got into town. He smiled. "I made it."
"Yes, you did." A familiar voice said, right next to him.
John turned his face and scowled at the unicorn beside him. The Advanced Hybrid pony just turned his head to the side, in confusion. John then looked down a their feet, to where a purple unicorn lied. "Didnt' you listen to a word I say?" He asked, looking at the creature before him with contempt. "Or are you too thick headed to think about anything other then killing?"
"I did nothing to this human." The Advanced Hybrid said.
"Pony." Gregory corrected him.
"Whatever." The unicorn scoffed.
"I don't believe you." John said, eyeing him with suspicion. 'Never trust a Chimera...I never thought I had to tell myself that.'
"He's telling the truth mister." A pink pony said. "She past out after seeing Mr. Gray here."
John stared at her for a moment, before nodding. "I believe you." He turned his attention back the Chimera pony. "But you have to make sure that there aren't anymore of these incidents."
"I shall make sure my fighters do no such thing." The unicorn said.
John eyed him for a moment, before a soft green unicorn mare ran up to them. "Bon-Bon." She called over, rushing to his side. "Are you okay?"
"I'm peachy." Bon-Bon said, rolling her eyes.
"You don't have to use sarcasm." The pony said. She then looked over to him. "Thank you." She smiled. "The name's Lyra. Lyra Heartstrings."
"John." He answered. "Is there a hospital nearby?"
"Oh, yes." Lyra looked to her friend. "Is she okay?"
"She's bruised but overall fine." John said.
"Overall fine?" Bon-Bon raised her voice. "A freaking mammoth pony flings me against a tree and tries to crush my head in and you say I'm 'Overall fine'?"
"WHAT?" Lyra said, rather confused and upset by that piece of information.
"Could you just lead the way to the hospital." John said. Lyra nodded her head and started off. He followed.
The Advanced Hybrid stared off as the human creature walked on. 'I will not tolerate this human giving me orders for long.' He thought. 'Soon, I will have the devine pleasure of killing them. And once I have, I shall conquer this world for the greater good.'
"Hi, mistery pony." The pink pony beside him said. "I'm Pinkie Pie." She stuck out a hoof.
He stared at it for a moment. "Do you plan on shooting me with that?" He asked.
The pink pony laughed. "No silly." She said. "I"m not a weapon."
'That's true.' The Advanced Hybrid thought. 'These creatures don't seem capable of fighting...Good.' "Then why are you pointing at me?"
"I want to shake your hoof." Pinkie Pie said.
"Why?"
"Because that's how somepony greets another pony." She giggled.
"That sounds highly unneccesary." The Advanced Hybrid said. "Why can't you humans just interract using words?"
"We do." Pinkie Pie said. "What's a human?"
"You're a human." The Chimera unicorn said.
"She's a pony." Gregory corrected him.
"Whatever." The unicorn snapped at him, causing the former human to cringe and walk back a few paces.
Pinkie just giggled. "You're wierd." She told him. "But I like that." She turned to a yellow flyer, who laid on her back. "Isn't that right?...Are you okay?"
The flyer just smiled, before jumping up into the air. "That was awesome." She yelled. "Let's do it again."
"We are not doing that again." The Advanced Hybrid growled. "My fighters and I can't stand this human's..."
"Pony's." Gregory cut in.
"Whatever." The Chimera unicorn snapped. "This pony's screams. It hurst us."
"It was kind of loud, wasn't it." Pinkie Pie just smiled.
The Advanced Hybrid nodded. "Tell this human..."
"Pony." Gregory said.
"If you say it one more time, I will kill you." The Advanced Hybrid unicorn growled. Gregory closed his mouth tight. "Tell this pony that if it screams again, I will end her."
Pinkie giggled. "Yeah, sure."
The Chimera unicorn nodded, not taking in her disbelief. "It's good to know you understand."
Just then, two of his flyers camed out of a building. They quickly flew to Pinkie Pie. "We must have more cupcakes."
"Yes, more." The other said, licking his lips greedily.
"ATTENTION!" The Chimera unicorn barked. The two flyer looked at him. "What are you two doing?"
"Eating cupcakes." One of them said.
"A chimera...eating cupcakes." Gregory said, before laughing. "That's got to be the silliest thing I've ever heard."
The two flyers became angered by this. Pinkie Pie spoke up. "There is nothing silly about eating cupcakes."
"Cupakes?" The Advanced Hybrid asked. "You have been eating these cupcakes instead of reporting back to me."
"Actually, we finished our task." One of the flyers said.
"Yeah, we got all of our weapons and things and put them all into one big pile." The second flyer said.
"Then why didn't you report back to me." The Chimera unicorn asked.
"We got hungry." They said in unison.
The Advanced Hybrid groaned. Hungry Chimera were difficult, to nearly impossible to command. "That leaves you no excuse...Did you see a Ravager run by?" He remembered the big oaf, ramming him to the side of the path. He growled in anger.
They nodded. "We saw him, but only for a moment." One of them said.
"We got into some problems during our fly by." The second one reported.
"Then, in future engagement, don't get into problems during fly bys." The Advanced Hybrid scolded them. They hung their heads.
"Hey, don't be mean to them." Pinkie Pie said.
"Yeah, it wasn't there fault." They yellow pony said. "This big stallion came running into town chasing this smal colt." She smiled. "It was fun riding him."
"Riding who?" Gregory asked.
"That stallion," The yellow pony told him. "Until he hit the house."
The Advanced Hybrid smiled, something he rarely ever did. "Well, it's good to here that he's fine."
The yellow pony shook her head. "No." She said. "They took him to the hospital."
"Hospital?" The Chimera unicorn raised an eyebrow. "What is this 'hospital' you speak of?"
The two creatures before him looked to one another and then back to him. "That's where they make ponies better." The yellow pony said.
"Duh." Pinkie Pie added. He gave thema blank look. "Surprise, I think this pony isn't from around here."
"Really?" Surprise asked. "I would never would have guessed." She meant it.
"Yeah, me too." Pinkie Pie said. She meant it too.
"I wouldn't have guessed, either." Gregory put in. He didn't mean it.
The Advanced Hybrid unicorn scowled at him. "Shut up." He turned back to the creatures before him. "Now, humans..."
"Ponies." Pinkie Pie said.
'Will they stop that?' "Take us to this 'hospital'."
"Sure thing." Pinkie Pie said, smiling brightly.
"Good." The Advanced Hybrid said. "Now, lead the way human."
"Pony." Surprise said.
The unicorn remained silent for a moment. "WHATEVER!" He screamed.
Author's note: Sorry for taking so long to upload another chapter. Things have been hectic lately. Hopefully, I'll get chapter 6 out soon enough. But, we can only hope.
On a side note, I'm looking for artists to draw a few scenes and characters for this story. It doesn't have to be too fancy. Maybe just a cover page or something. Send me a message or something to tell me where to find it. I would really appreciate it.
Until next time, be strong, kind hearted, and remember to watch lots of humans.
"PONIES!"
"WHATEVER!"
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The hospital ward was silent. Deathly silent. Nurse Redheart had never seen the place more calm then today. This is saying something, since she worked in the most accident prone town in all of Equestria. Not that she hated working there. Just the opposite in fact. She loved Ponyville. It was so calm and peaceful, for the most part. The town certainly did give her new ways to heal ponies, which was her job after all.
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Twilight groaned as light filled her eyes. She rubbed her head as she sat up. “Ugh, what happened?” She said. “I feel as though I’ve been dragged about.
“Yeah, see you later.” Lyra waved, before walking towards Bon-Bon’s room.
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The two chaos agents watched on through their binoculars as the strange new Unicorn escorted the mare away. He was trailed by a large group of his followers. They knew what they were looking at. There was no way they could deny it. “Those new ponies just took over Ponyville.” Spray-On said, not believing what he said.
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A sense of dread and unease swept its way through Gregory’s spine as he walked about the town hall. The Chimera mare walked closely behind him. Never before had he been so intimidated by a woman…well, except for his mother, but let’s be honest. Mothers are quite intimidating. “Where exactly are we going again?”
Up on the farm, it was just another day in the life of the apples. The sun was shining, the wind was blowing calmly between the trees, and even Apple Bloom had been laying off the cutie mark antics. Her big brother had gone off to take a few supplies to Zecora, so she’d been left to do all the bucking. Now, Applejack could finally take a break in peace. Cider season was one of the more strenuous times of the year, and now that it was over, she could relax.
Bullseye paced back and forth back the fractured desk. By now, he had made a rut in the ground, with his constant hoof stomps, which was up to his shoulders. He was snorting and growling in anger, unable to stop himself from muttering Chimerean curses under his breath. ‘Why haven’t they found my Bullseye Mark II yet? How hard can it be to find it?’
Bullseye began to regain consciousness. His vision was clouded and his mind muddled. ‘What happened?’ He asked himself. He was still trying to piece together the events that had unfolded right before his blackout. He had been so angry. Everything seemed to be falling to pieces before his very eyes and when he talked about a Time Lord…He still didn’t know why he knew that word, but it filled him with rage none the less. Rage that surged through him, like the cooling fluids that ventilated his temperature, but that was stronger. He felt like he could do anything he wanted and he wanted them all to die. And right before he blacked out, he did it. He felt the energy surge through his horn and make his thoughts reality.
The morning sun shone brightly, back on Earth. The falling rays of light did nothing to penetrate a concealed British hideout; a group of soldiers were planning their next move. At their head, stood Stephen Cartwright. He was a rather tall man, with green eyes that held much experience. His short red hair could be seen under his green beret. A L23 Fareye sat on the table within reach of him.
She hid herself in the shadows of the apple trees. She needed to make sure he didn’t see her coming. She giggled. ‘He always loves it when I surprise him.’ She quickly sped through the orchard, looking for any sign of that big, red, loveable hulk. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find him anywhere. She sighed sadly. ‘Maybe he’s on break.’ She smiled hopefully and flew off. Her red bow fluttered against her left ear.
Paul gave out a huge yawn as he stretched his new limbs. He’d never gone to sleep as a pony before. Actually, he’d never slept on a real bed before. It was real nice. He’d never felt this good in the morning. Usually, he’d just get up with sore and then go help his parents with something. Not now. He could do whatever he liked.
Within the walls of an old barn, Bonita looked over her Wildfire. Her double hued hair, two shades of purples, was kept neat and tidy. The faint glow of the candles lit up her olive skin. Even though it was broad daylight, the thick canopy and the fact that she did her best to hide the whole of the barn with boards and stuff, blocked out most of the sun’s rays. She played her fingers over her gun, like it was her own child. The Spaniard took great pride in her firepower and this weapon gave her all she needed. She was never as accurate as her friend, who was known for her marksmanship. She made up for that with the Wildfire. This little beaut helped get her out of quite a few sticky situations.
‘Though, I have Elmyra to thank for most of those situations in the first place.’ She thought, rolling her eyes at the memory of her friend’s deeds. It was like she had a knack for getting into trouble.
“Code Unicorn.” She heard some say, knocking on the door slightly.
Bonita groaned.‘Speak of the devil.’ She’d rather want to deal with him than her. She went over and unlocked the door. She opened it and looked at her friend. “How many times must I tell you this? We are not using codenames.”
“But they’re fun.” Elmyra said. “What’s with your Spaniards? Don’t you know how to have any fun at all?”
“Yes we do, but I just don’t like codenames, alright.” Bonita said, irritably. She sent her friend a fierce glare.
Elmyra held up her hands, defensively. “Okay, I’ll stop.”
“Good.” Bonita let out a relieved breath. “Anyways, what took you so long? You should have been here an hour ago.”
Elmyra scratched the back of her head and smiled sheepishly. “Yeah, about that.”
Bonita narrowed her eyes. “Elmyra!”
“I sort of brought along something extra.”
“And that would be?” Bonita crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow.‘If it’s another wounded Leaper or Howler, I’m outa here.’ She never could fathom how the Irish girl could grow attached to such things.
“A hybrid.”
Bonita stared at her for a moment, before laughing. “For a moment there, I thought you said you brought a hybrid here.” Elmyra nodded. “You really brought a hybrid here?” Her friend nodded again. The Spanish woman quickly brought a fist and smacked right on the head.
“Ow.” Elmyra yowled, clutching her head. “You don’t have to react like that.”
“Yes, I do.” Bonita scowled. “Since you obviously need someone to jog your brain now and again.”
“Well, thank you.” Elmyra growled. “It’s always nice to know I’m loved. Now, are you going to help me bring it in or not?”
“No,” Bonita stomped a foot in protest. “I have to draw the line somewhere and a hybrid definitely crosses it. I’m not letting that thing anywhere near here, unless it has a bullet in its skull, or at least an arrow.”
“But it’ll die if we don’t help it.” Elmyra pleaded.
“It’s a chimera.” Bonita tried to explain to her friend. “It’s supposed to die.”
“But Bonita.” Elmyra whined.
“No buts.” Bonita folded her arms and looked away. “I’m not changing my mind.” They stood like that for a moment, before she cast a glance over to her Irish friend. She was looking at her with a sad, hopeless expression. She sighed. ‘Why can’t I say no to her for long?’ “Fine, but if it bites me, consider it dead.”
“Yay!” Elmyra squealed, jumping up and down. “You won’t regret it.” She rushed back into the forest.
Bonita pinched the base of her nose. “I already do, Elmyra. I already do.”
“Are we there yet?” Scootaloo groaned.
“Almost.” Sweetie Belle told her. “I can feel it.” She was telling the truth in that regard. The voice in her head just kept getting stronger and stronger.
‘Come to me, my brethren.’
Those words kept repeating themselves over and over and over in her mind. Yet, it didn’t annoy her. It made her more confidant. She felt safe, secure, like nothing could touch her once she reached her destination.
“Are ya sure?” Apple Bloom looked around nervously. “I don’t like the looks of this place. We might be getting’ lost.”
“No, were not.” Sweetie Belle growled, sending a flare over to her friend who flinched underneath her gaze. She didn’t want to do that, but she really wanted to get to her destination. Nothing else mattered and nopony was going to stop her. “I said we’re almost there.”
“Hey, chill Sweetie Belle.” Scootaloo intervened. “Apple Bloom was just concerned is all. You don’t have to get angry with her.”
“Yes I do.” Sweetie Belle said.
“And why’s that?” Scootaloo cocked her head to the side, wondering why her friend had snapped at them.
Sweetie Belle was silent. “I don’t know.” She didn’t want to be angry, but she felt such rage when they seemed like they wanted her to leave. The little filly knew that her friends wouldn’t force her to do anything, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She was going to the song.‘The song calls to me.’ She shook her head, trying to clear her mind.
“Are ya alright?” Apple Bloom said, looking concerned for her unicorn friend.
“Yeah, just a little headache.” Sweetie Belle put a hoof to her head.
“Should we turn back?” Apple Bloom asked her friends. “I’m sure my big brother and the others are worried sick about us.”
“NO!” Sweetie bared her menacingly. “Not until we find him.”
“Him?” The other two asked in unison.
Sweetie Belle shook her head. “I don’t know who he is, but I have to find him. Please don’t make me go back.”
The other two crusaders looked at each other and nodded. “We won’t.” Apple Bloom said.
“We’re right behind you.” Scootaloo said.
Sweetie Belle smiled at them. “Thanks.” They then continued on their way, though it didn’t take them long to reach their destination. With a swipe of her hooves, Sweetie cleared some shrubbery out of their way to look upon the source of her mental messages. They all gasped. For what sat before them was a real live alicorn. He was a large teal colored stallion. His grey hair flowed down from his head. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was in some kind of trance.
“What the hay.” Apple Bloom pointed at him. “I thought there was only three of ‘em.”
“Well, you were wrong.” Scootaloo said. “Besides, alicorns don’t just fall right out of the sky.”
“INCOMING!” A random Canterlot guard yelled. Of course, a certain group of guardsponies didn’t listen. To which, the night goddess fell right upon them.
“MY APOLOGIES, FAIR KNIGHTS.” Luna apologized in her Royal Canterlot Voice.‘I wonder who he is.’
‘I am an angel, little one.’
Sweetie Belle did a double take. “Did you just talk?”
‘Yes, I did.’
“But how can that be?” Sweetie Belle asked. “You’re not moving your mouth.”
‘I have constant contact with all my brethren. You are among them.’
“But, I never saw you at any of our family reunions.”
Scootaloo leaned over to Apple Bloom. “Who’s she talking too?” She whispered into her ear.
“I have no idea.” The Earth filly answered.
‘Family reunions?...Wait! You are not one of my brethren. How can you hear me?’
“I don’t know. You just started talking with your mind and I just listened.”
‘Only those with our blood flowing through their veins can hear us. Why is it that a regular creature, such as yourself, can?’
“Well, maybe it’s because I’m a unicorn.”
‘A unicorn? I have never heard of such a thing.’
“How could you not know what a unicorn is?” Sweetie asked. “We’re all over the place.”
‘I am new here, young one.’ It answered.‘I have much to learn...though I wonder.’
“Wonder what?”
The alicorn didn’t answer. Instead it opened his eyes, to reveal a pair of golden iris’s. It looked down at them, lowering its head to her level. The stallion looked her in the eye. “You look different than I imagined.”
“I do?” Sweetie Belle said, growing a tad bit worried. The alicorn nodded. “Well, so do you. I didn’t think I’d meet an alicorn today. Where’d you come from?”
“From somewhere far away.” The stallion answered. “Farther than you could imagine.” He chuckled. “I was quite different back then. I would have gladly killed you on sight.”
“I doubt it.” Sweetie said. “You seem like a nice alicorn.” She smiled up at him.
“Umm, mister.” Apple Bloom interjected. “Where’s your cutie mark?”
“Cutie Mark?” The alicorn cocked his head to the side.
“Yeah,” Apple Bloom pointed to his blank flank. “You know. The mark that tells you what you’re talent is.”
The alicorn looked at his flank. “I…do not need it.” He looked away. “I know what I’m good at.”
“And that is.” Scootaloo leaned in, rather interested.
“Telling my brethren what to do.” The alicorn puffed his chest out in pride.
“That’s it?” Scootaloo asked.
“You think your talent is bossing ponies around?” Apple Bloom put in.
“Yes.” The alicorn nodded.
“Then if that’s true, where’s you cutie mark?” Sweetie Belle pointed out.
The alicorn was silent. “I do not need this ‘cutie mark’.” He growled. “I am fine without it.”
“But…” Apple Bloom started.
“SILENCE!” His voice boomed, as though he was channeling the same energy Luna was during Nightmare Night. “I will hear no more of these ‘cutie marks’ and that is final.”
The three crusaders headed his words. “Okay.” They said.
Of course, that’s when Sweetie remembered something. “Oooh, I almost forgot.” She walked forward and stopped right in front of him. “My name’s Sweetie Belle.”
“Apple Bloom my name and finding cutie marks my game.” Apple Bloom rushed to her side.
“Scootaloo and what she said.” Scootaloo said, rushing over to the other two.
They waited a moment. “Aren’t ya goin’ to tell us yer name, mister?” Apple Bloom asked.
“I do not have a name.” His ears folded back. “I never got around to naming myself, nor did any of the others.”
“Well, how about Nice Guy.” Sweetie Belle said.
“That’s terrible.” Scootaloo gagged. “How about, Captain Awesomness.”
“That’s stupid.” Apple Bloom said.
“As if you can come up with a better one.” Scootaloo challenged.
“As a matter of fact, I can.” Apple Bloom smirked. She looked over to him. “Say, did they call you anythin’ back home.”
The alicorn tapped his chin. “Through the memories of both my former master, the song, and the humans, I gathered that I was called an angel, or Supreme Commander by my troops.”
“That’s it.” Apple Bloom said. “Yer name is now Angel Supreme.”
“Hmmm, I kind of like it.” The alicorn said, nodding his head. “Very well, I am Angel Supreme.”
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle jumped in pure joy. Scootaloo scoffed. “I could have come up with a better name than that.” She muttered to herself.
“A kazoo?” A voice called out to him. “Why, I expected you to be playing something far more outlandish, while performing
Chief stopped his music and looked around. “Who’s that?”
“Just your everyday, run of the mill, delivery colt.” The mysterious intruder said. “Nothing strange about that.”
“Well, everyday, run of the mill, delivery colt’s usually don’t hide in the shadows.” Chief noted. “That’s the Mooninites
“Well okay,” Just then, a hooded stallion walked out of the shadows. “I aint no run of the mill delivery colt, but I don’t think them stuck up moon ponies will think harshly of me about doing it this once?”
Chief scratched his chin with a hoof. “I see your point. Anyways, why is it that you’ve come here?”
“To deliver a message.” The unicorn told him.
There was a long pause. “And, what is it?” Chief asked.
“What is what?” The stallion said.
“The thing.” Chief said, getting a little annoyed by his unexpected guest. Normally, he’d enjoy things like this. But he had more important things to keep in mind…like buttering toast. “The thing you came here to deliver.”
“Oooohh.” The stallion said. “That thing. Yes, well,” The stallion cleared his throat. A soft glow came from under the hood, immediately identifying the intruder as a unicorn. “Dear father,” The speaker’s voice changed to one of a sauve young man.
Chief tensed up.‘Him? How could it be him? Why would he be back after so long?’
“I know it’s been a long time since we last met.”
‘Not long enough.’
“But I’d like to make up for lost time.”
‘Huh?’
“To make up for a life filled with terror and pain which you inflicted upon me.”
Chief glared at the messenger. He glanced over to where a pale peach colored, floral lamppost stood in the corner. The thought of chucking it at the messenger brought a little amusement to him. ‘You brought it upon yourself, you insolent little brat. Did you forget what you did to this family, to her?’
“Let us put that aside and let bygones be bygones. I wish to extend an olive branch. A union of the two chaos orginizations would be a force not to be trifled with.”
Chief rolled his eyes.‘Like I need the help of barbarious blood-letters and such.’
“And to sweeten the deal, I have come across a little nice informative tidbit. I’m sure you’ll love to hear.”
Chief’s ears swiveled forward.‘Oh?’
“It has come to my attention that Ponyville, the home of the Elements of Harmony, has been visited by some rather unruly characters.”
Chief gulped. ‘How did he find out about that?’
“As to how I found out about that, well, I have eyes and ears in every corner of Equestria.”
‘No way.’
“You may want to get a change of scenery. That lamppost is most unbecoming.”
‘How does he do that?...Oh right. Note to self: Check for spies. Probably should get some pyros for that…Wait, wrong universe.’
“Do not fret over the princesses finding out about it. I have made sure that word can’t get out of Ponyville. Though, the upcoming fair will obviously cause some unneeded frustration, what with the large number of the Equestrian National Guard sure to make their appearance.”
Chief groaned, rubbing his temple. If there was one thing he hated, it has the ENG.
“I would highly recommend putting our plan into action.”
“Plan?” Chief asked out loud, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t worry, father. I have everything orchestrated. I just need a little cooperation to make it happen.”
Chief growled.‘As if.’
“Now I know what you may be thinking. ‘I would never stoop so low as to aid my own flesh and blood.’” The speaker himself,
‘Oh boy, here it comes.’
“Do you really think you can stop me?”
Chief’s blood ran cold at that statement. He'd been expecting a long winded speech not that.
“Sincerely, your hated son, Destro.” The speaker’s voice returned to normal. “End of message.”
Chief was silent for a moment. The message played out in his mind over and over as he pondered what he should do. Should he try and trick his son? Should he send some ponies to stall or, dare he say, kill the other organization’s sent members?
“Tip please.” The strange stallion said, breaking Chief’s train of thought. A thrown lamppost was the tip he received.‘This is just perfect. Destro! The Destro, coming here. Oh, with his help, I am sure my brothers and sisters will soon gorge their hearts out.’
Just as she was about to trot away, two firm hooves spun her around and tilted her over. A pair of moist lips met her own and a squeal of both surprise and pleasure left her mouth and into her intruders. The kiss was short lived, to her disappointment. The disguised Pegasus mare looked up into the eyes of her current food source. “Spray-on,” She griped. “What was that for?”
“I couldn’t resist.” Spray-On said, looking into her lovely eyes. The changeling could feel the love pour out of him and into her. Granted, quite a bit of it was lust, but beggars can’t be choosers. “You were just so adorable, what with you sneaking around, and with you jumping up and down in glee, shaking that oh so luscious plot of yours.” One of his hooves slid down her body and gently rubbed around her false cutie mark.
Miss Lead couldn’t help but blush. “Spray-On! Not here.” She glanced around, seeing a few ponies stopped to stare at them.
Spray-On lifted her back onto her hooves. “Sorry about that. But, hey, what can I do. It’s not my fault I bagged Equestria’s hottest mare.” He levitated a mirror out from the saddlebags he was carrying and looked at his reflection. “Oh wait it is.”
Miss Lead rolled her eyes. ‘He so full of himself. As if I ever would fall for that self-absorbed, idiotic but loveable, not so handsome but more on the cute side…what was I trying to make a point about?’
“So, what brings you here?” Spray-On asked.
“I work here.” Miss Lead answered. ‘Idiot.’
“Right.” Spray-On rubbed the back of his head, nervously. “Well, I’m glad I bumped into you. I just got off work, so I think I’d like to finish that picnic we started.”
“No disruptions?” Miss Lead asked.
Spray-On nuzzled her. “No disruptions.”
‘He might be an idiot, but he’s my idiot.’ Miss Lead smiled.
1949
Until this time, only a few fragments of information leaked out of Russia.
Reports that did make it out revealed surprising results.
A new virus had emerged.
Villages would be destroyed overnight, and then whole cities.
It was believed Russia had concocted a new weapon of unbelievable power.
The truth was far worse.
Finally, a new threat went over the Russian's wall, which was designed to keep them in.
Of course, the Russians had no one left to do so.
In a matter of weeks, all of Europe fell to the new menace.
Millions died from the ensuing virus.
Those left alive were no longer human.
They became something terrible.
The Chimera!
These creatures could be thought up only in a nightmare and yet they leveled whole armies in a matter of minutes.
1951
The Chimera crossed the English Channel.
Within two months, England falls.
The U.S. deploys 12000 men to aid the British resistance.
Only one survives.
Through his efforts, England was freed.
And soon, most of Europe was too.
A glimmer of hope was on the horizon.
Until the Chimera revealed their ace of the whole.
Daedalus!
The former human escaped his confines and fled to rejoin the Chimera.
He soon used his knowledge of humanity to reorganize the Chimera horde and strike back at the humans.
1953
Daedalus' plan works and the invasion of America began.
The Americans fought on hard, but it was all for naught.
Daedalus had won.
That is, until one human, the lone American survivor, Nathan Hale, stopped him.
He gave his life doing so.
But even then, the Chimera plowed on through any and all human resistance, until they ruled supreme.
1957
Now, humanity has only one last chance.
One man has a new plan.
A way of defeating humanity's greatest threat.
Little did he know that his idea would take him to a new world and lead humanity to a new state of being.
Neither did a certain purple unicorn know either, but we'll get to her soon enough.
This is…
RESITANCE: EQUESTRIA
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