Roommates [Old Version]

"Twilight," Celestia began, approaching the lavender alicorn after exiting her carriage that had just pulled up to the North West border between the Rambling Rock Ridge, and the North East border of the Everfree. "Have you sought out any enemy scouts that may give off our surprise attack?" Celestia inquired, dressed in a armored suit of gold, her ethereal mane tied back in a ponytail.

"Affirmative, Celestia" Twilight replied, gesturing to the two human men that arrived dressed fully in black.

"Who are these men?" Celestia asked, glancing over at them.

"These are members of the Human Embassy Secret Army" Twilight explained, "HESA for short" Twilight added on.

"Your Majesty" the two men spoke in unison, saluting Celestia with stone faces that would put the royal guard to shame.

"At ease," Celestia began, a slight smile purging her lips. "Who might you two gentlemen be?" Celestia asked curiously.

"Private Tom Castle, at your service" one man spoke. He was a tall drink of water, perhaps around Walter's size if not bigger. He had a lean and high dense muscular physique that bulged through the black combat attire that strapped to his body like a second layer of skin.

"Private Frank Clancy, also at your service" the other man greeted.

"Privates?" Rainbow Dash inquired, perking her brow after approaching. "Walter is foalnapped by extremely dangerous mercenaries and this HESA sends two privates?" Dash added, narrowing her eyes.

"I understand your confusion Rainbow Dash, however" Twilight paused, glancing over at the two men, gesturing for them to explain.

"Considering humans are at a high disadvantage due to magic and other sorts of advancements that we may not have- HESA was formed for the soul purpose of protecting human citizens of Equestria, as well as assisting in any situations pertaining to the request of royalty. Only certain HESA operatives are selected by genetically enhanced and or gifted subjects from confidential agencies back on earth, who are then trained from a youthful age in order to combat any forces that may rise, we are also immune to physical magic touch, which means any physical interaction with magic will not work on us" the older man, Castle, explained.

"So basically, every single HESA private has higher ranks than any ground land or sea operative on earth- just imagine how tough our superiors are!" Clancy, the youngest one added on.

"I'm impressed" Celestia spoke, a soft smirk on her lips.

"Thank you, your Majesty" the two HESA privates responded, saluting from respect.

  "At ease" Celestia stifled a chortle, amused by their stiffness.

"If I may ask," Clancy began, clearing his throat. "Who is this Walter person we're rescuing?"

"A wonderful person with enough love and compassion to make any mare willing to see past his apposing demeanor fall in love with him almost instantly" came Chrysalis' voice, appearing behind the two men.

They both blinked slightly, unphased, except for Twilight and Rainbow Dash who jumped a bit.

"Oh?" Castle raised a brow of interest.

"He's that and many things," Celestia began, a soft expression rolling across her muzzle. "However, there is something else that has earned my concern greatly..." Celestia finished, narrowing her eyes slightly in thought.

"What could earn your concern about him?" Castle asked.

"His darkness... And the fact that Discord had manipulated Walter's darkness since he arrived here in Equestria as a young boy" Celestia replied, earning a gasp of shock from almost everybody except for Chrysalis and the two HESA privates.

"I'm not surprised, it was that strange chaos energy that attracted me to him in the first place..." Chrysalis explained, scratching her chin.

"So wait, Walter is involved with Discord?! I thought Discord was refined!?" Rainbow Dash exclaimed, earning a nod of agreement from Twilight.

"Unfortunately, upon Walter's arrival, Discord sensed something was wrong and immediately decided to investigate- he could sense that darkness all the way from Ponyville. Once he arrived at the small settlement Walter, his father, and his young sister moved to- he entered Walter's mind... And never came out" Celestia spoke, earning another series of gasps from Twilight and Rainbow Dash.

"It seems that Discord was consumed by Walter's inner demons, which are actually paranormal entities from Earth. So far, Walter has been suppressing them to the best of his ability with the aid of his medication, however one of the side effects of his medication was depression, which eventually brought forth his chronic depression. Now however, I fear of Walter's conditions since he most likely was stripped of everything he had when captured... If in fact he has been deprived of his medication for close to a month... His darkness will consume him... And then..." Celestia trailed off, an unreadable expression on her face.

"And then what?" Castle inquired.

"And then the power of the God of Chaos will be at the disposal of Walter's demonically influenced mind..." Celestia replied, bringing forth utter silence.

(-)

Out of all the things that Red could have gotten me to fight against... She and her fucking munchkins decided to catch a live fucking manticore! It seemed to be a juvenile, as well as a female. How could I tell it's gender? Sexual dimorphism; female manticores  are much larger than male manticores during their juvenile state. However, now was not the time for science lessons, now was the time for...

SHIT!

I leaped out of the way, just as the manticore's scorpion tail lodged into the concrete surface of the pit's wall. If I were to get stung by that, not only would the puncture be critical, the venom it injects could kill a minotaur within a second- however lucky for humans that death timer is increased to five minutes due to complicated science explanations that I'm currently not going to fucking expla-- FUCK!

Once more I leaped out of the way, sliding across the muddy earth, slamming into the wall parallel from my old position. I scrambled to my feet, locking eyes with the enraged manticore's fiery orange dilated pupil slits. It bellowed a ferocious roar, bits of slobber flicking off of its monstrous incisors that seemed to aim directly at me each time the beast opens its ominous maw.

I let out a snarl of frustration, having basically no other weapons other than my fists. I tried to search for something to use while dodging the manticore strikes, getting caught a few times by that damn thing's claws. I let out a hiss of pain when the manticore attempted to tackle me from behind, dragging its massive claws from my left shoulder down to my lower back, leaving shallow gashes along my flesh. I groaned, my flesh burning and stinging with pain. My heart felt like a feral creature trying to escape the enclosure of my chest.

Then, I saw something from the corner of my eye, out of all the times I've been in here how come I never noticed this before? A stick about as long as my arm and thick as my wrist was lodged horizontally into the muddy dirt. I leaped for it instantly, grabbing it and ripping it from the earth.

I could feel the manticore's presence closing in on my quickly from behind, so I did the quickest thing I could think of. I fell onto my back, and lodged the rear end of the large stick into the earth while the other pointed directly at the manticore's open maw. As planned, the stick was lodged in the damn thing's throat.

While it gagged and tried to retaliate I began to deliver as many blows as I could to the manticore's skull. I slugged my balled bloody fists into its cranium, blow after blow, each strike jerking the head which ever direction my fist was heading when I connected each punch. I could feel cartilage and bone crunch under each strike, bursting a blood vessel that made the manticore's eyes become bloodshot.

I then delivered a roundhouse kick to the beast's skull, sending it flying to the ground on its stomach. I just wanted to get this over with, I wanted to get out of this pit and sleep for the rest of my life. But then... Something unexpected happened. The stick had flown out of the manticore's throat after I kicked it across the pit. The beast rolled onto its back, its tail tucked between its legs, releasing a series of whimpers that drew silence from me.

My beating heart went still, my eyes went wide... What was I doing? I was fighting endlessly in this forsaken bit of blood and carnage... I've taken so many lives just to preserve my own... And yet... I'm not disturbed by this? I actually feel okay about it!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!? All this time I have been fighting, I didn't even hesitate during my first round in the pit! Dear god... I'm... I'm a monster.

Silence became deafening as I walked over to the now submissive juvenile manticore, the demands for blood quieted down significantly. My mind seemed to just drown everything out. The creature winced, trying to form itself into a ball, whimpering in pain and fear. I fell to my knees, my eyes burning, slowly leaning down and wrapping my arms around the beast's neck, embracing it closely to me.

I could feel that the beast was confused, as well as the entire crowd considering there were no more vibrations throughout the pit's walls. I held it tighter, but not enough to hurt it, tears flowing from my cheeks into the manticore's thick mane. I wept silently, gritting my teeth, my body trembling as my emotions took over my body.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, "I'm so sorry...".

The creature focused its eyes on me, confusion and caution melting within its reddish orange eyes. It was almost as if it could hear and understand my words.

All of my pain, all of my sorrow; my fear, my confliction- it all came pouring out of me, making me hysterical. I continued to bury myself into the manticore's mane, even after the sound of unsatisfied audience members rang through my ears. After about ten minutes, they began to throw rocks, food, drinks, everything they could find down into the pit at me and the manticore. I didn't care, I shielded the poor creature with my body, figuring I've hurt the manticore more than it hurt me.

Everything went silent when I heard that familiar voice...

"What the fuck is going on here!?" Red snarled, standing at the top of the pit.

I remained silent, as did everybody else.

"What. In. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. HERE?!" Red repeated, her tone a lot more vicious and venomous.

"The fight is over..." I replied, glaring over at her after regaining some of my composure.

"What!?" she hissed, marching over, grabbing me by the hair and yanking me to my feet.

"The fight is over, I win, you get your damn bits..." I mumbled, staring down at her.

"Oh really? If the fight is over then why isn't the manticore dead!?" she barked, pointing at the prone beast.

"It had enough" I replied sharply, getting annoyed.

"No it didn't! This is having enough!" She pulled out her Desert Eagle, shooting off around into my leg, causing my to drop to the ground, holding it in pain.

"Oh wait, maybe that's not enough, is this enough!?" she raised her gun to shoot me in my other leg, only to be cut off by distant gunfire in the distance.

"What the fuck is that!?" Red barked, holstering her weapon, glaring up at one of her subordinates.

"Boss! The Royal Guard lead by Princess Celestia and the Bearers of the Elements of Harmony are attacking! And it looks like they have assistance from HESA operatives and Queen Chrysalis!" the merc shouted down into the pit, panic in his eyes.

"FUCK!" Red roared, punching the concrete surface of the pit's wall, cracking it a bit. "Gather up our main forces! Use some of the slaves if you have to!" Red ordered, returning her venomous stare back down at me.

"You know what? If you love that worthless beast so much, you can stay here with it!" Red snarled, kicking me in the leg she shot, causing me to groan loudly, grasping my wounded leg.

And with that, Red flew out of the pit with her wings, flying off to counter the attack from the girls, Princess Celestia, the Royal Guards, and HESA- all of which I assume are attempting to rescue me- while I lie here in the muddy pit of death and carnage, with a beaten juvenile female manticore resting beside me...

Shit had hit the fan quite a long time ago when I was first taken... Now... Here comes more shit.