I was a soldier: Reaper 死神：私は兵士でしたby Reaper6883ChaptersSee you in HellWelcome to EquestriaVendettaQuestions.Parties and bad memoriesOrphanage of the good samaritan part.1Orphanage of the Good Samaritan part 2Orphanage of the Good Samaritan part 3 A day outOpinion?See you in HellHim? I've heard of him. It happened years ago. He was a true soldier. There was a soldier, by the name of Helios, he was a close friend of the stallion I sought for. 7 years ago was a war that engulfed his world. "The war of the Damned" or as most of you call it World War 3. And in that war was a soldier, who bravely fought through the battlefield, and disappeared from his worlds history. He was a lone wolf who fought without fear nor hesitation. The story begins. It was a dark and cloudy day... August 16 2016 11:15 AM Sgt. Connor "Reaper" Sanders Delta Force Manhattan, New York War, it destroys everything it touches. It destroys anyone who is caught up in it physically, mentally and emotionally. It messes with the minds of the people involved. It creates fear, and death. Hate and anger. But what would happen were someone from war entered into a land of peace. Would fear take control? Would the soldier bring war and the harm with him? Would anything change at all? In a world of uncertainty, one can always fear. The name is Connor. sergeant, U.S Army, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta. I served in this unit for most of my life from a young age . I am still under aged and by law I shouldn't even be in the army but barely anyone knows anyone who does know is probably dead.I barely even talk much anymore ever since the "incident". I fear what would happen if I were to tell any of my few surviving friends or any of my superiors. All my life I have feared every second every minute of it. War was the only thing I knew. My friends all went to serve a month after the war started, so I soon followed. After basic training we were deployed into the war. Within the first few weeks most of the people I trained or grew up with died. After a month many more followed now I don't know if anyone I knew is alive. I don't know if I might ever make it home,hell, I don't even have a home. The only thing keeping me going is habit. Wake up, drill, eat then go kill. That defines my life in a nutshell, interrupted only by the death of a friend or going to the local battlefield hospital. It was like what George Patton "May God have mercy upon my enemies because I wont," "Sanders! Sanders! Wake Up!" My ears were making a deafening ringing sound. It slowly subsided, I could hear clearly, I was in the interior of a downed black hawk helicopter lying in the corner of the helicopters internal cargo hold. Both the pilots were dead only a few lucky survivors remained wires were hanging from the roof outside I could here multiple fully automatic gunshots,explosions and shouts American or invader alike. There were also sounds of screaming civilians and wailing sirens because evacuation was still underway. "Sanders! get your sorry ass of dis pile of shit!"I snapped back to reality after hearing the distinct reggae accent of the sergeant major Tyrone Callais. I grabbed my custom Scar L with an acog sight with a grenade with multi-cam camo. I slowly looked up to analyse his features He was the oldest person out of all of us despite him looking like he was on his mid 20's. He wore combat overalls in the woodland marpat camouflage on his torso was a black Kevlar vest with pouches for ammo and grenades and he wore a red bandanna. "C'mon ya skeezer!" barked Tyrone over the noise of gunfire. "YES SIR!" I yelled back. I sprinted to the nearest piece of cover which was behind a burnt car which Tyrone was letting a few rounds lose behind. "Sir whats my orders!" I shouted then being forced back after a nearby detonation from a grenade. "To shut up and do as I say," he primed and chucked a grenade of his own clearing out a group of reds. It wasn't the most specific set of orders I received but order's are order's I laid down suppressing fire killing several soldiers with perfect head-shots causing blood and bits of brain to gush out. "Everyone move up,"Tyrone barked. We were on New York's famous high street, it was now littered with the burning cars and the bodies of civilians and soldiers littered the streets, The billboards were cracked and faulty with skyscrapers collapsing and up in flames. "Enemy Ambush!" a soldier yelled he pointed at the direction of the enemy but was immediately shredded by machine gun fire. I avenged the fallen soldier with a salvo of bullets he was filled with holes with crimson red blood oozing from them. There was a sudden streak from bullets that few past me i sprinted to the next piece of cover I could find and using the grenade launcher attachment I shot a frag blowing up a car burning anyone near it sending them flying. A fellow soldier next to me took a shot to the head blood oozing out of a gaping hole in the forehead. I cocked my rifle looked down the the scope and pulled the trigger, my target lost his footing and sprawled to the floor, as he tried to crawl away Tyrone shot him with his side arm. But every communist soldier we killed ten more too his place until... "RPG!" Tyrone yelled. That was the last thing I heard from him, he and the group of soldiers were caught in the explosion killing them instantly, I was knocked back by the shock-wave making my lip bleed. "Long time no see buddy. you still alive?" I heard a familiar voice. It was a calm and young voice distinguishing a male in his late teens,there was an eerie silence, I slowly looked up. I hoped it wasn't true but it was. From the smoke and fire from the previous firefight was a black cloaked figure with a black ballistic mask and wearing ripped blood stained black trench coat with body armour underneath. Following closely behind him was a squad of soldiers which were Spetsnaz soldiers. "капитан go up ahead and clear the are of filth,"the man with the ballistic mask said. "да командира,"said the captain of the squad with a thick Russian accent, he issued orders with different hand signals, and the three Fireteams split up to finish of any allied troops or civilians in the area. "So," the man said"Ready for our long awaited joust!" "You bet Azrael!" I yelled. Azrael chuckled,"I thought you would say that," He sprints at me. With natural reaction I pick up my scar L firing fully automatic bursts at him. He swiftly dodges with the bullets managing to hit him, pinging of his armour or grazing him, after realising I wont be able to hit anything at this distance I pulled at my combat knife. He did the same. We were soon thrust into blade on blade combat. I swung my knife at him just managing to craze his ballistic mask in return he swiftly cut my wrist and slashed at the side of my chest. I quickly removed my side arm from its holster and shot several rounds. Before he had time to move away the bullets hit his shoulder, torso and arms. "Now's my chance!" I dashed in with my knife attempting to give him the finishing blow... I was a fool. Before I could even touch him I felt a sharp pain. I look down to notice a gaping stab wound on my stomach crimson-black blood pouring from the wound. "Reaper the bringer of death dies," Azrael chuckled. "Oh the irony!" His voice then deepens as he pulls out his side arm an MP-443 Grach."So any last words," Helios said. "Actually yes," I said an evil grin formed on my face. "See you in hell," I revealed a ticking frag grenade at the palm of my bloodied hand. Before he could react the grenade went off killing us both. I then saw a sudden flash of light then darkness. "oh my goodness,"said a hushed quiet shy voice. "Is he okay?" mused a high pitched raspy voice. "Somepony! anypony! call an ambulance!" exclaimed young calm voice. Welcome to EquestriaI was awakened slowly by the repetitive beeping of the heart monitor. I was greeted by the sight of the familiar dull grey-blue colours of the hospital room. But I had a feeling this was someplace else. "Wait," I thought "shouldn't I be dead from the explosion. I had to narrow it down to three possibilities either i'm dead, dreaming or the doctors can really work miracles. But should I really be questioning it? I mean I should be relishing the time before I get redeployed into battle. So I decided not to think about it for the mean time. I decided to take the time to get used to my surroundings. There was a window directly ahead. It was a beautiful sight I've never seen in years, it was a bright blue sky with a lush green country side bustling with life, with a small village in the background. I took a glance to my left. There was a small drawer with a vase of flowers and heart monitor with an IV drip. Nothing out of the ordinary. I took another glance to my right There was another drawer but there was a pile of my gear on the corner of my room with my handgun and helmet with a mirror on top of the drawer. I reached for the mirror to see how bashed I am. With my hooves... wait... MY HOOVES! I frantically scrambled for the mirror my hooves picking it up like a magnet. how the fuck does that work? He gazed deeply at his reflection he still had his human features but he wasn't a human he was a Horse! He still had his spiky black hair which looked like it came out from an anime and furthermore at least he still had his ruby red eyes but unfortunately he still has a scar going up from his jaw to his left cheek. Other than that I looked like a cute cartoon horse at this point in time I was contemplating my own existence. Meanwhile Twilight Sparkle and her six other friends took off a few minutes off their usual activities to see the new stallion they saved yesterday wounded on the fields. After they made it to Ponyville hospital, the doctor told them that he's stable, but he'll be alright when they took him in sooner than that. It is a relief to them since they had to hurry up upon seeing a odd looking stallion coughing up blood badly. It was really horrible to see him with all those cuts, bruises and burns including on some of his odd looking clothes as well. Upon reaching the hospital they stepped inside to check on his condition and introduce themselves to him. "Excuse me Ms. Redheart," Twilight said getting the nurses attention. " I was wondering if were now aloud to check on the new stallion," "Of course i'll notify Doctor Herb to let him know your here," Said Nurse Redheart. They thanked the nurse and made their way to the waiting room. "So ah'm guessing every pony is worried and sorry for the new guy," Applejack asked. They all nodded in unison. "I just hope the poor darling is alright," said rarity in her usual posh voice added with a hint of worry."I couldn't even sleep at the sight of that much blood," "I'll make sure to beat up those creeps whoever they are. Besides, no pony deserves to be in that state let alone for any reason of why he was like that." Rainbow Dash said tightening up her hooves pulling punches at imaginary targets. "Quite right darling, but do not be so violent. We need to know first of how he's like this anyways." Rarity said patting her friends back to calm her down. "His wounds gave me the Heebie jeebies!" Pinkie said shaking uncontrollably. The doctor enters the room. "Ms.Sparkle," said the doctor smiling. "Follow me. I'll show you to the patient," The girls nodded and followed him. They felt sorry and sympathetic to the patients they passed. After walking further ahead, they soon stopped to see the new stallion patient still sleeping. The first thing they see is him taking glances at his surrounding area then picking up the mirror and freaking out. "Maybe we should go see whats wrong ,"said Twilight. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the middle of my madness the door slowly creaks open. Slowly stepped in a lavender unicorn an orange horse with a cowboy hat and an excited pink hyperactive horse. Accompanied by a white unicorn with stylish purple hair and a rainbow haired Pegasus with a cyan coat and a shy yellow coated Pegasus with pink hair. "Now I'm really going crazy," I sighed to myself. "What makes you say that," asked the lavender unicorn. "It talks?" I thought while scratching my head. "Well... Ive never seen a talking unicorn and multicoloured horses," I replied. "We're ponies sugarcube," said the orange pony. "What's the difference," I asked. "Well I think it's time to introduce ourselves," said the lavender unicorn in a hurried voice. "I'm Twilight Sparkle," Twilight said. "A'hm Applejack," Said Applejack. "I am Rarity pleased to make your aqaintance," Rarity said in a posh voice. "I'm Rainbow dash!" Rainbow gloated "I'm the fastest flyer in all off Equestria! You've probably heard of me," I raised a brow. "I'm Pinkie Pie," the pink pony bounced up and down and she attempted to shove my mouth full of cupcakes. Luckily I was saved by her friends who pulled her away. " Hi my name is Fluttershy," the shy sounding Pegasus said in a quiet voice. "What was that I couldn't quite here you," I said putting my ear in the direction of Flutterhy's mouth. "My name is Fluttershy," . she said scurrying to the back of the room. Using my acute military senses and training I was able to hear the name Fluttershy. "Why then hello Fluttershy," I said with a grin. "Somthing tells me your not from around here,"Twilight said. "Your right I'm not," I said with a slight sigh "I think you could tell from my episodes of madness from earlier," "So..."Twilight asked "We're are you from?" "Well believe it or not I'm from another universe, another race of people," They all stood still with shock evident on there faces. There was silence for a while I couldn't blame them this is a shocking experience to them as for me. This find someone mortally wounded on the brink of death and to find that there from another universe and different species. It's a lot to take in. "Well it's gettin' late girls Ah think it's a good time to head home," Applejack said. They all nodded. "Talk tromorrow?" Rainbow said. "Of course I responded giving another final wave. "Well see ya," I said waving to them. They waved back. I slowly drifted to sleep with only the heart monitor to keep me company. Vendetta"Hey honey, wake up," said a female voice with a soft German accent. I peeled my eyes open to see a young female face just about the same age as me. She had long blond-silver hair with blue-grey eyes. She wore full black standard issue American armour and was armed with an M16 with a bayonet and a holographic scope. Her secondary was a python revolver. Her name is Erika Umitsi, It isn't a very German sounding name but her father was Japanese and met mother was German, her father died when she was young so her mother took her to America. Soon her mom contracted terminal cancer and died leaving Erika orphaned. Luckily she's not alone anymore. She's my girlfriend. I groggily attempted to move but no muscle wanted to budge. I wasn't the best when it came from waking up because no matter how I tried it was impossible to move. So I always had to be pushed off the bed. Erika seemed to remember this with the sight of realisation on her face. She raised her hand slowly. I was oblivious to what she was doing until it hit me. Literally. With a swift movement of her hand she promptly assaulted my already wrecked face with her hand! Leaving a red throbbing handprint on my cheek. "Hey!" I yelled with tears developing in my eyes. "What did you do that for?!" "IF YOU DONT GET THIS SORRY ASS OUT OF THIS APC WERE ALL GONNA HAVE OUR ASSES HANDED TO US!"she yelled with a devil like fury "I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE SAYING THIS CAUSE YOUR A HIGHER RANK BUT YOUR OUR SUPERIOR! ACT LIKE IT!" "Okay! Okay! I'm up!" I cried as I instantaneously shot up. I huddled the squad of soldiers I was in charge of like a rugby team doing a hustle. "You guys still remember the mission?" I said. "Yup," A soldier said "Kill the general then bugger off," "It shouldn't be to hard we've done it millions of time before," I said. "Let's go so we can get out of this hellhole," They nodded and we headed to the enemy camps perimeter in a prone position and scouting out enemy defenses, troops and our target. It was a pretty basic. Only some tents and sandbags covered in barbed wire. "I can't see our guy," Erika whispered looking through a pair of binoculars "Just a small amount of on site guards and only a few MG emplacements and guard towers. Luckily no any armed vehicles which makes tie job easier," "Wait look over there," I pointed to the direction of a tent larger than the others. "Bet that's were the general is," I did a hand signal indicating to move up. We crawled silently through the undergrowth avoiding any searchlights or patrolling guards. Once we reached the wall I ordered to set some non explosive demolition charges to breach the barbed wire sandbags without getting any attention. We moved silently into the camp sticking to the walls and shadows. "Alright men keep quiet kill only if necessary," I whispered. They all nodded. I cocked my Silenced AA12 striker shotgun. I hugged the walls checking any corners for guards. Alright guys spread into teams we might get there faster if we keep a low profile. I picked the three grunts into a separate team leaving only me Erika and someone else. "Follow me," We cautiously ran to our target accompanied by the squishing noise of us stepping on the wet mud. "Sir," Erika pointed to some guards outside a tent smoking some cigars. "Fire," We lit up the guards I shot several rounds from the striker and a guard Swiss cheesing him. Suddenly someone jumped Erika attempting to stab her, using her quick reactions, she managed to stop the knife just inches away from her face. She forcefully punched the guard on the nose causing him to stumble back using the opportunity she grabbed his hand and impaled him with his own knife. The guard lied there motionless. Suddenly I had something come up on my comms. "Sir! They already knewthat we were here!" Said the soldier accompanied by gunfire. "Keep 'em pinned! Damnit!" I heard another soldier said. "Oh shit he's here. Sir you got to get outta-" The poor man didn't get to finish his sentence due to a stray bullet. Fuck. "I ain't getting here without killing the target," I thought. "Alright everyone move up were finishing this mission kill anyone that attacks you," I ordered. We hurried to our target location killing anyone who dare stood in our way. After what felt like hours we made it through the camps HQ tent. We lost a man on the way due to the intensity of the enemy defenses. "Erika throw a grenade at that MG emplacement!" I said while firing short controlled bursts from my shotgun. It killed anyone who got to close in one shot sending them hurtled my through the air. "Area clear," Erika said. We sprinted to the door I placed a C4 charge and we both got ready to breach. Soon the door was nothing more than splinters. "Защита генерала !"I heard someone say. Time for me seemed to slow down and the guards didn't stand a chance to my shotgun because it was designed for use with in confined spaces. Our target looked like a nervous wreck, he was a man in his 50's he wore a olive green uniform which was covered in medals, he ran behind a polished cedar desk opened a drawer and cocked a magnum revolver. Before he could fire I shot his hand blowing it clean off. He stumbled back in pain without a second thought we opened fire on the once feared general who slumped onto his own pool of blood. "This is tombstone we neutralised the target requesting evac over," I said. "Roger tombstone," said a male voice "We got a Black Hawk heading your way for pick up sit tight," We stepped outside. "We did it!" I heard Erika yell on top of her lungs punching the air "We're gonna be rich," "Erika," she paused her mini-celebration "I got a little surprise when we get back home," She blushed. "Thanks," Something didn't feel right it was quiet too quiet. I scanned the surrounding area. Until I saw a shadowy figure. His reactions were quick he aimed and pointer a Draquanov at Erika and fired. "Erika look out!" I yelled in a futile attemptin to push Erika. But I was too late. The bullet ripped through her abdomen blood and bits of flesh and bone splurged out from the wound. I gazed at the unrecognisable corpse of my loved one. Her blood was everywhere. "Have you finally found a reason to fight?" Said the shadowy figure "Buddy," He drew a knife and charged at me. I braced for the invietable. Then everything seem to fade away. "Don't be afraid my child," said a female voice with a British accent speaking in old English "You need not worry anymore," I shot up from my bed breathing a sweating heavily. "Why the hell now?" I muttered "Why the hell ever?" Millions of emotions and memories were flooding my brain. "WHY THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. It looked like I woke up the entire hospital because the nurse stumbled in to see what's happened. Questions.Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Parties and bad memoriesSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Orphanage of the good samaritan part.1Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Orphanage of the Good Samaritan part 2Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Orphanage of the Good Samaritan part 3 Something has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.A day outSomething has gone wrong. We don't seem to have an archived copy of that chapter.Opinion?Something has gone wrong. 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See you in HellHim? I've heard of him. It happened years ago. He was a true soldier. There was a soldier, by the name of Helios, he was a close friend of the stallion I sought for. 7 years ago was a war that engulfed his world. "The war of the Damned" or as most of you call it World War 3. And in that war was a soldier, who bravely fought through the battlefield, and disappeared from his worlds history. He was a lone wolf who fought without fear nor hesitation. The story begins. It was a dark and cloudy day... August 16 2016 11:15 AM Sgt. Connor "Reaper" Sanders Delta Force Manhattan, New York War, it destroys everything it touches. It destroys anyone who is caught up in it physically, mentally and emotionally. It messes with the minds of the people involved. It creates fear, and death. Hate and anger. But what would happen were someone from war entered into a land of peace. Would fear take control? Would the soldier bring war and the harm with him? Would anything change at all? In a world of uncertainty, one can always fear. The name is Connor. sergeant, U.S Army, 1st Special Forces Operational Detachment-Delta. I served in this unit for most of my life from a young age . I am still under aged and by law I shouldn't even be in the army but barely anyone knows anyone who does know is probably dead.I barely even talk much anymore ever since the "incident". I fear what would happen if I were to tell any of my few surviving friends or any of my superiors. All my life I have feared every second every minute of it. War was the only thing I knew. My friends all went to serve a month after the war started, so I soon followed. After basic training we were deployed into the war. Within the first few weeks most of the people I trained or grew up with died. After a month many more followed now I don't know if anyone I knew is alive. I don't know if I might ever make it home,hell, I don't even have a home. The only thing keeping me going is habit. Wake up, drill, eat then go kill. That defines my life in a nutshell, interrupted only by the death of a friend or going to the local battlefield hospital. It was like what George Patton "May God have mercy upon my enemies because I wont," "Sanders! Sanders! Wake Up!" My ears were making a deafening ringing sound. It slowly subsided, I could hear clearly, I was in the interior of a downed black hawk helicopter lying in the corner of the helicopters internal cargo hold. Both the pilots were dead only a few lucky survivors remained wires were hanging from the roof outside I could here multiple fully automatic gunshots,explosions and shouts American or invader alike. There were also sounds of screaming civilians and wailing sirens because evacuation was still underway. "Sanders! get your sorry ass of dis pile of shit!"I snapped back to reality after hearing the distinct reggae accent of the sergeant major Tyrone Callais. I grabbed my custom Scar L with an acog sight with a grenade with multi-cam camo. I slowly looked up to analyse his features He was the oldest person out of all of us despite him looking like he was on his mid 20's. He wore combat overalls in the woodland marpat camouflage on his torso was a black Kevlar vest with pouches for ammo and grenades and he wore a red bandanna. "C'mon ya skeezer!" barked Tyrone over the noise of gunfire. "YES SIR!" I yelled back. I sprinted to the nearest piece of cover which was behind a burnt car which Tyrone was letting a few rounds lose behind. "Sir whats my orders!" I shouted then being forced back after a nearby detonation from a grenade. "To shut up and do as I say," he primed and chucked a grenade of his own clearing out a group of reds. It wasn't the most specific set of orders I received but order's are order's I laid down suppressing fire killing several soldiers with perfect head-shots causing blood and bits of brain to gush out. "Everyone move up,"Tyrone barked. We were on New York's famous high street, it was now littered with the burning cars and the bodies of civilians and soldiers littered the streets, The billboards were cracked and faulty with skyscrapers collapsing and up in flames. "Enemy Ambush!" a soldier yelled he pointed at the direction of the enemy but was immediately shredded by machine gun fire. I avenged the fallen soldier with a salvo of bullets he was filled with holes with crimson red blood oozing from them. There was a sudden streak from bullets that few past me i sprinted to the next piece of cover I could find and using the grenade launcher attachment I shot a frag blowing up a car burning anyone near it sending them flying. A fellow soldier next to me took a shot to the head blood oozing out of a gaping hole in the forehead. I cocked my rifle looked down the the scope and pulled the trigger, my target lost his footing and sprawled to the floor, as he tried to crawl away Tyrone shot him with his side arm. But every communist soldier we killed ten more too his place until... "RPG!" Tyrone yelled. That was the last thing I heard from him, he and the group of soldiers were caught in the explosion killing them instantly, I was knocked back by the shock-wave making my lip bleed. "Long time no see buddy. you still alive?" I heard a familiar voice. It was a calm and young voice distinguishing a male in his late teens,there was an eerie silence, I slowly looked up. I hoped it wasn't true but it was. From the smoke and fire from the previous firefight was a black cloaked figure with a black ballistic mask and wearing ripped blood stained black trench coat with body armour underneath. Following closely behind him was a squad of soldiers which were Spetsnaz soldiers. "капитан go up ahead and clear the are of filth,"the man with the ballistic mask said. "да командира,"said the captain of the squad with a thick Russian accent, he issued orders with different hand signals, and the three Fireteams split up to finish of any allied troops or civilians in the area. "So," the man said"Ready for our long awaited joust!" "You bet Azrael!" I yelled. Azrael chuckled,"I thought you would say that," He sprints at me. With natural reaction I pick up my scar L firing fully automatic bursts at him. He swiftly dodges with the bullets managing to hit him, pinging of his armour or grazing him, after realising I wont be able to hit anything at this distance I pulled at my combat knife. He did the same. We were soon thrust into blade on blade combat. I swung my knife at him just managing to craze his ballistic mask in return he swiftly cut my wrist and slashed at the side of my chest. I quickly removed my side arm from its holster and shot several rounds. Before he had time to move away the bullets hit his shoulder, torso and arms. "Now's my chance!" I dashed in with my knife attempting to give him the finishing blow... I was a fool. Before I could even touch him I felt a sharp pain. I look down to notice a gaping stab wound on my stomach crimson-black blood pouring from the wound. "Reaper the bringer of death dies," Azrael chuckled. "Oh the irony!" His voice then deepens as he pulls out his side arm an MP-443 Grach."So any last words," Helios said. "Actually yes," I said an evil grin formed on my face. "See you in hell," I revealed a ticking frag grenade at the palm of my bloodied hand. Before he could react the grenade went off killing us both. I then saw a sudden flash of light then darkness. "oh my goodness,"said a hushed quiet shy voice. "Is he okay?" mused a high pitched raspy voice. "Somepony! anypony! call an ambulance!" exclaimed young calm voice.
Welcome to EquestriaI was awakened slowly by the repetitive beeping of the heart monitor. I was greeted by the sight of the familiar dull grey-blue colours of the hospital room. But I had a feeling this was someplace else. "Wait," I thought "shouldn't I be dead from the explosion. I had to narrow it down to three possibilities either i'm dead, dreaming or the doctors can really work miracles. But should I really be questioning it? I mean I should be relishing the time before I get redeployed into battle. So I decided not to think about it for the mean time. I decided to take the time to get used to my surroundings. There was a window directly ahead. It was a beautiful sight I've never seen in years, it was a bright blue sky with a lush green country side bustling with life, with a small village in the background. I took a glance to my left. There was a small drawer with a vase of flowers and heart monitor with an IV drip. Nothing out of the ordinary. I took another glance to my right There was another drawer but there was a pile of my gear on the corner of my room with my handgun and helmet with a mirror on top of the drawer. I reached for the mirror to see how bashed I am. With my hooves... wait... MY HOOVES! I frantically scrambled for the mirror my hooves picking it up like a magnet. how the fuck does that work? He gazed deeply at his reflection he still had his human features but he wasn't a human he was a Horse! He still had his spiky black hair which looked like it came out from an anime and furthermore at least he still had his ruby red eyes but unfortunately he still has a scar going up from his jaw to his left cheek. Other than that I looked like a cute cartoon horse at this point in time I was contemplating my own existence. Meanwhile Twilight Sparkle and her six other friends took off a few minutes off their usual activities to see the new stallion they saved yesterday wounded on the fields. After they made it to Ponyville hospital, the doctor told them that he's stable, but he'll be alright when they took him in sooner than that. It is a relief to them since they had to hurry up upon seeing a odd looking stallion coughing up blood badly. It was really horrible to see him with all those cuts, bruises and burns including on some of his odd looking clothes as well. Upon reaching the hospital they stepped inside to check on his condition and introduce themselves to him. "Excuse me Ms. Redheart," Twilight said getting the nurses attention. " I was wondering if were now aloud to check on the new stallion," "Of course i'll notify Doctor Herb to let him know your here," Said Nurse Redheart. They thanked the nurse and made their way to the waiting room. "So ah'm guessing every pony is worried and sorry for the new guy," Applejack asked. They all nodded in unison. "I just hope the poor darling is alright," said rarity in her usual posh voice added with a hint of worry."I couldn't even sleep at the sight of that much blood," "I'll make sure to beat up those creeps whoever they are. Besides, no pony deserves to be in that state let alone for any reason of why he was like that." Rainbow Dash said tightening up her hooves pulling punches at imaginary targets. "Quite right darling, but do not be so violent. We need to know first of how he's like this anyways." Rarity said patting her friends back to calm her down. "His wounds gave me the Heebie jeebies!" Pinkie said shaking uncontrollably. The doctor enters the room. "Ms.Sparkle," said the doctor smiling. "Follow me. I'll show you to the patient," The girls nodded and followed him. They felt sorry and sympathetic to the patients they passed. After walking further ahead, they soon stopped to see the new stallion patient still sleeping. The first thing they see is him taking glances at his surrounding area then picking up the mirror and freaking out. "Maybe we should go see whats wrong ,"said Twilight. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________ In the middle of my madness the door slowly creaks open. Slowly stepped in a lavender unicorn an orange horse with a cowboy hat and an excited pink hyperactive horse. Accompanied by a white unicorn with stylish purple hair and a rainbow haired Pegasus with a cyan coat and a shy yellow coated Pegasus with pink hair. "Now I'm really going crazy," I sighed to myself. "What makes you say that," asked the lavender unicorn. "It talks?" I thought while scratching my head. "Well... Ive never seen a talking unicorn and multicoloured horses," I replied. "We're ponies sugarcube," said the orange pony. "What's the difference," I asked. "Well I think it's time to introduce ourselves," said the lavender unicorn in a hurried voice. "I'm Twilight Sparkle," Twilight said. "A'hm Applejack," Said Applejack. "I am Rarity pleased to make your aqaintance," Rarity said in a posh voice. "I'm Rainbow dash!" Rainbow gloated "I'm the fastest flyer in all off Equestria! You've probably heard of me," I raised a brow. "I'm Pinkie Pie," the pink pony bounced up and down and she attempted to shove my mouth full of cupcakes. Luckily I was saved by her friends who pulled her away. " Hi my name is Fluttershy," the shy sounding Pegasus said in a quiet voice. "What was that I couldn't quite here you," I said putting my ear in the direction of Flutterhy's mouth. "My name is Fluttershy," . she said scurrying to the back of the room. Using my acute military senses and training I was able to hear the name Fluttershy. "Why then hello Fluttershy," I said with a grin. "Somthing tells me your not from around here,"Twilight said. "Your right I'm not," I said with a slight sigh "I think you could tell from my episodes of madness from earlier," "So..."Twilight asked "We're are you from?" "Well believe it or not I'm from another universe, another race of people," They all stood still with shock evident on there faces. There was silence for a while I couldn't blame them this is a shocking experience to them as for me. This find someone mortally wounded on the brink of death and to find that there from another universe and different species. It's a lot to take in. "Well it's gettin' late girls Ah think it's a good time to head home," Applejack said. They all nodded. "Talk tromorrow?" Rainbow said. "Of course I responded giving another final wave. "Well see ya," I said waving to them. They waved back. I slowly drifted to sleep with only the heart monitor to keep me company.
Vendetta"Hey honey, wake up," said a female voice with a soft German accent. I peeled my eyes open to see a young female face just about the same age as me. She had long blond-silver hair with blue-grey eyes. She wore full black standard issue American armour and was armed with an M16 with a bayonet and a holographic scope. Her secondary was a python revolver. Her name is Erika Umitsi, It isn't a very German sounding name but her father was Japanese and met mother was German, her father died when she was young so her mother took her to America. Soon her mom contracted terminal cancer and died leaving Erika orphaned. Luckily she's not alone anymore. She's my girlfriend. I groggily attempted to move but no muscle wanted to budge. I wasn't the best when it came from waking up because no matter how I tried it was impossible to move. So I always had to be pushed off the bed. Erika seemed to remember this with the sight of realisation on her face. She raised her hand slowly. I was oblivious to what she was doing until it hit me. Literally. With a swift movement of her hand she promptly assaulted my already wrecked face with her hand! Leaving a red throbbing handprint on my cheek. "Hey!" I yelled with tears developing in my eyes. "What did you do that for?!" "IF YOU DONT GET THIS SORRY ASS OUT OF THIS APC WERE ALL GONNA HAVE OUR ASSES HANDED TO US!"she yelled with a devil like fury "I KNOW I SHOULDN'T BE SAYING THIS CAUSE YOUR A HIGHER RANK BUT YOUR OUR SUPERIOR! ACT LIKE IT!" "Okay! Okay! I'm up!" I cried as I instantaneously shot up. I huddled the squad of soldiers I was in charge of like a rugby team doing a hustle. "You guys still remember the mission?" I said. "Yup," A soldier said "Kill the general then bugger off," "It shouldn't be to hard we've done it millions of time before," I said. "Let's go so we can get out of this hellhole," They nodded and we headed to the enemy camps perimeter in a prone position and scouting out enemy defenses, troops and our target. It was a pretty basic. Only some tents and sandbags covered in barbed wire. "I can't see our guy," Erika whispered looking through a pair of binoculars "Just a small amount of on site guards and only a few MG emplacements and guard towers. Luckily no any armed vehicles which makes tie job easier," "Wait look over there," I pointed to the direction of a tent larger than the others. "Bet that's were the general is," I did a hand signal indicating to move up. We crawled silently through the undergrowth avoiding any searchlights or patrolling guards. Once we reached the wall I ordered to set some non explosive demolition charges to breach the barbed wire sandbags without getting any attention. We moved silently into the camp sticking to the walls and shadows. "Alright men keep quiet kill only if necessary," I whispered. They all nodded. I cocked my Silenced AA12 striker shotgun. I hugged the walls checking any corners for guards. Alright guys spread into teams we might get there faster if we keep a low profile. I picked the three grunts into a separate team leaving only me Erika and someone else. "Follow me," We cautiously ran to our target accompanied by the squishing noise of us stepping on the wet mud. "Sir," Erika pointed to some guards outside a tent smoking some cigars. "Fire," We lit up the guards I shot several rounds from the striker and a guard Swiss cheesing him. Suddenly someone jumped Erika attempting to stab her, using her quick reactions, she managed to stop the knife just inches away from her face. She forcefully punched the guard on the nose causing him to stumble back using the opportunity she grabbed his hand and impaled him with his own knife. The guard lied there motionless. Suddenly I had something come up on my comms. "Sir! They already knewthat we were here!" Said the soldier accompanied by gunfire. "Keep 'em pinned! Damnit!" I heard another soldier said. "Oh shit he's here. Sir you got to get outta-" The poor man didn't get to finish his sentence due to a stray bullet. Fuck. "I ain't getting here without killing the target," I thought. "Alright everyone move up were finishing this mission kill anyone that attacks you," I ordered. We hurried to our target location killing anyone who dare stood in our way. After what felt like hours we made it through the camps HQ tent. We lost a man on the way due to the intensity of the enemy defenses. "Erika throw a grenade at that MG emplacement!" I said while firing short controlled bursts from my shotgun. It killed anyone who got to close in one shot sending them hurtled my through the air. "Area clear," Erika said. We sprinted to the door I placed a C4 charge and we both got ready to breach. Soon the door was nothing more than splinters. "Защита генерала !"I heard someone say. Time for me seemed to slow down and the guards didn't stand a chance to my shotgun because it was designed for use with in confined spaces. Our target looked like a nervous wreck, he was a man in his 50's he wore a olive green uniform which was covered in medals, he ran behind a polished cedar desk opened a drawer and cocked a magnum revolver. Before he could fire I shot his hand blowing it clean off. He stumbled back in pain without a second thought we opened fire on the once feared general who slumped onto his own pool of blood. "This is tombstone we neutralised the target requesting evac over," I said. "Roger tombstone," said a male voice "We got a Black Hawk heading your way for pick up sit tight," We stepped outside. "We did it!" I heard Erika yell on top of her lungs punching the air "We're gonna be rich," "Erika," she paused her mini-celebration "I got a little surprise when we get back home," She blushed. "Thanks," Something didn't feel right it was quiet too quiet. I scanned the surrounding area. Until I saw a shadowy figure. His reactions were quick he aimed and pointer a Draquanov at Erika and fired. "Erika look out!" I yelled in a futile attemptin to push Erika. But I was too late. The bullet ripped through her abdomen blood and bits of flesh and bone splurged out from the wound. I gazed at the unrecognisable corpse of my loved one. Her blood was everywhere. "Have you finally found a reason to fight?" Said the shadowy figure "Buddy," He drew a knife and charged at me. I braced for the invietable. Then everything seem to fade away. "Don't be afraid my child," said a female voice with a British accent speaking in old English "You need not worry anymore," I shot up from my bed breathing a sweating heavily. "Why the hell now?" I muttered "Why the hell ever?" Millions of emotions and memories were flooding my brain. "WHY THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. It looked like I woke up the entire hospital because the nurse stumbled in to see what's happened.
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