Blue Angel's Point of View

I was wearing my headphones, bobbing my head to the tune. According to dad, The music I was listening to was from Earth. A song named 'Boulevard of broken dreams.' Then, of course, there was a knock at the door, and my dad was the only pony-er- human other than me home. I went to answer the door. Of course, it was those bullies from flight school.

"Hello, Blank Angel." One of them said. I for, some reason, still don't have my cutie mark.

"What do you want?" I asked, annoyance filling my voice. They then pulled out guns and pointed them at me.

"Goodnight, bla-" Red Thunder, one of them, started, but was cut of by a gunshot from inside my house. I saw blood spray out of his shoulder. He dropped the gun in agony. The other fired his gun, and I felt a indescribable pain in my lower chest. I dropped to the floor in pain. Several more gunshots rang out from inside of my house. I passed out from how much pain I was in.

Mike Smith's Point of view

After my magazine went dry, I proceeded to beat the last one to the point that he was out cold.

" 'Goodnight bla-' Famous last words, bastards." I said. I was pissed the hell off. I put pressure of my daughter's wound, to try to keep her. I heard what sounded like flying followed by a gasp.

"What happened!?" Asked Dashie.

"Those colts happened! I shot them, and one of them shot Blue Angel!" I said. "We need to get her to the hospital!" She didn't need to be told again. We rushed her to the Ponyvile hospital.

???'s Point of view

Five hours later.

"Lieutenant, Sir, You do realize the Recruit is probably dead, Right?" Asked Corporal Jackson.

"I know he is alive, He is a tough son-of-a-bitch." I retorted. "I saw him kill twelve insurgents." We have been looking for a recruit Mike Smith for a few months now, And I know he has to be alive. When we find him I will make sure he becomes at least a Staff Sargent.

"Yeah, well. I miss the FOB. Hell, I miss the desert." This was also true, we seemed to not be in the desert. We seemed to be moving along a tree line. We heard a growl. Bears... I looked into the woods, and saw what looked to be a wooden wolf. A huge wooden wolf.

"The fuck?" I deadpanned. It began to run at us, so I shot it twice with my G36C assault rifle. Only more came. "Okay... Get the hell out of here!" With that we fucking double timed it in the opposite direction. We then saw a small town.

Author's Note

The lieutenant is Mike Smith's trainer back when He was on Earth.