I promised her that I would protect her, I promised her time and space and an adventure of a life time that will guarantee to put a smile on her face every time.
But words cannot express how angry I am, how much I wanted to get her home safe.
Two stallions pinned me down as they forced me to watch my companion get raped over and over again, with round after round of rape I can see that she’s already wasted with her bloodshot and tired eyes.
“Please!” I Shouted. “Please, let her go! Just hurt me instead of her!”
The only response I got was a laugh from one of the ponies holding me down. “Oh don’t worry, doc,” he placed his hoof under my chin and lifts my head to get me a better view of his muzzle, ”our bitches that are high on chems will love to make you their trick pony!”
I shook my head and got free from his hoof, “Just be done with it then! But please, let her go!” Of every companion I had please, PLEASE, let me save her like always!
And then I heard her cough. My hearts sank as she looked at me with her tired brown eyes, “Doctor, please,” she coughed some more making the white liquid out of her muzzle, ”I can take them! I know we can still escape!”
One of the stallions then punched her with his hoof. “Shut up, bitch!” I struggled some more with anger fueling my movements. The stallion then grabbed her mane and pulled her head up, “Oh you’ll break you little cunt. And besides,” he then eyed his whole gang and nodded at them, “we’re just getting started with you.”
I was powerless. I can’t think straight and I couldn’t help her! I failed her! I failed HER! Oh how I wished I could just get her out of there to end her suffering. I needed to stay strong and hope that they would listen to me.
“Round seven, bitch!” One of the violators shouted as he positioned himself behind her with his equine anatomy sticking out.
Before he could begin, a loud explosion shook the building making our assailants lose their balance. That was my chance! I tackled one of my captors head on straight in the gut! I then started to gallop to her and bucked the pony who was gonna have fun with her.
BANG!
Not today!
I threw her on my back as I started to run. Run as fast as I can but they quickly opened fire and my right hind leg got hit by the spraying bullets. But I ignored the pain and kept on pushing. I then started to limp until I finally reached the doors. With sweat, tears, and blood dripping from body including my companion’s, I smiled as I touched the door and opened it. But I was greeted with bright lights and guns pointed to my face. Have I ever mentioned how I hated guns?
“TO YOUR KNEES, RAIDER!” One of those figures said while hiding behind his light. Though I do hear some kind of machinery as they moved. “AND PUT THE FILLY DOWN GENTLY!”
I stood back while blocking the light with my forehoof and shouted, “I’M NOT A RAIDER FOR GOD’S SAKE! I NEED HELP AND MY COMPANION’S INJURED!” For good measure, I gently placed my companion down and I sat on my haunches as I raised my forehooves. “Plea-.” But a bullet suddenly hit me on the shoulder from behind. The raiders, they’re here! I lay on the ground as I heard the hail of bullets and rockets being shot from in front and behind us.
Someone pulled us away from the firefight as I hear the flaps from wings and dust being propelled away, a pegasus? Before I could say something else I was jabbed at the leg with a needle. I turned and saw the medicine being pumped into me. Oh no, MEDICINE! I knocked their hooves away as I pulled and threw away the syringe. “No medicine! I can heal!”
This armored thing grunted and maybe rolling his eyes inside his helmet. Why do they have helmets anyway? “How are you even sure?!" He snorted under his helmet. "You’re just another wastelander that needed his ass saved!” He shouted as the firefight behind us continued to rage on.
Clank.....
Wait, was that a grenade?
BOOM!
Yes it was! It certainly was a grenade!
The pony that tried to give me medicine covered us with his armored wing but some shrapnel was able to get my hooves. I tried my best and stood up, just barely though. I grabbed my sonic screwdriver and pointed at the armored lot and turned up their lamps to blind the raiders that are coming out, but it looks like my little enhancement is also backfired and blinded them a bit too. I turned my head to the blue box by the corner, yes, it’s still there. I just need to distract them more and maybe I can carry her back inside the TARDIS and get her home.
I then pointed my sonic at the remaining lamp posts, well, what’s left of all of it anyway. The lights are turning on and off again and again until I found the right frequency to make them bright enough. Our savior covered their eyes including everyone else, I grabbed her as quickly as I can and tried to run towards the blue box!
But I tripped dropping my companion in the process, I turned around and saw the ‘cause of my face plant. It was a body. One those armored soldiers without a helmet, she was a mare. A young mare, maybe around her early twenties. I then looked back at the fire fight, why are they doing this? And what kind of version of Equestria is this?
“Uuuggghhh” I grunted under my breath and grabbed my companion again. But this time I didn’t run, oh I went back to face them.
By the time I got back it was already over. The lights are gone though, just the ordinary headlamps of those armored soldiers remained to illuminate the area around us. I kneeled down and inspected one of the young raiders, of course, dead. I turned my head to scan the others but I can only see their lifeless corpses filled with bullet holes with their eyes wide open.
Before I could turn away, I heard a clicking of guns behind me. “Halt. You’re that stallion that went out of the building first, identity yourself!” One of them said as they pointed their headlamps on my face which was blinding and irritating.
Well, I think this is the moment where I need to cooperate. I pulled out my psychic paper and brandished it with the ideal identification. “My name’s Time Turner! I’m a representative from the Canterlot Arcane Department!” There, I hope they would buy it.
A shot was fired from one of their rifle mounted saddles, how do they even work? I opened my eyes and saw the bullet hole near my hoof. “There is no such thing as a “Canterlot Arcane Department”!” He growled. “You better choose the next words out of your mouth carefully.” Oh, well, this is a bit weird with the paper not working again.
Well, I need to come clean. If this is an alternate universe then I should at least give them my name. I cleared my throat and tucked away my psychic paper. “I’m the Doctor. And technically I’m not from this planet. I’m over two thousand years old and I am a bit crossed right now. And for heaven’s sakes!” I approached one them and knocked his headlamp off, “I’m being blinded by-“ That’s the last words I said after getting hit in the back of the head knocking me out cold.
