The Conversion Bureau: Mercer Virus

Appropriate cue: Johnny Cash, Hurt

Matthew Brewer stood atop of the Empire State building, looking out at the encroaching Equestrian barrier, the shimmering blue barrier brought back memories he wished would stay down forever, things no man should've done. He fell foward, to end his life, and closed his eyes, to dwell in his memories.

A thin, wiry man walked through the streets, his short, spiked black hair was covered by a hooded jacket, the jacket was covered by a leather jacket with the three horns of Odin on the back, colored red. He was heading back to his home, to see if his wife and child were still human, as the PER did a bombing run with serum. He went to the door of his apartment, locked, he lifted his foot up, and kicked. Breaking the door, he walked through the gaping hole, and nearly dropped in shock.

His Wife, lay on the floor, caught in between Pony and Human form, he checked her heartbeat.... dead. His tears streamed out of his eyes, the warm, salty fluid stung his wounds were infected had slashed him. He cradled his lover close to his chest, sobs drilling out the cries of pain around him, as converted humans were took over by Celestia's will. " I love you Selena, I'm sorry, I should've never have left you alone for a day." The last word was high and shrill, as another pack of sobs echoed from his throat. He set his wife down gently, tears pooling on her cold body. He stormed around his apartment looking for his daughter. He busted open his daughter's door, looking for his infant daughter. He felt a large burst of relief, as his little baby Sylvia was still alive.

The wind turned warm, and the air began to smell of blood and flame, metal long rusted, he opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by the stinging winds. He closed his eyes again, and allowed his memories to finish playing in his head.

He sped down the freeway, Sylvia in a car-seat beside him, he was fleeing from the wave of infected, former people corrupted by the Mercer virus, started by Alex Mercer. A ragged, humanoid form dropped in front of the car, hitting the speeding car in the windshield, startling Matthew, his vehicle steered off course and crashed into the guard rail. He caught his breath and looked for Sylvia, she was gone, her window was broken.

He opened his eyes again, seeing the rapidly approaching ground, and Mercer. He couldn't do anything about Mercer walking right underneath where he would splatter, and raising a arm-turned-blade to spear him as he fell down. SHUNK! Matthew was stabbed by Alex, blood running from his mouth in a small river, Alex's strain of the virus merging with his body. Mercer pulled the blade out, slang Matthew onto the ground, and shape shifted into a pony, then walked through the barrier.

Matthew put his hand over the massive, gaping hole in his stomach, and promptly fell down, silent screams shaking his body, as for without a diphagram, he couldn't breathe. In his dying vision, he saw hooves, coming towards him. He was turned onto his back, and serum dumped upon the gaping hole in his body.

He promptly passed out, from the severe pain caused by the Serum coming into contact with his flesh, steam rose off his body. His body twisted, shrunk, and morphed as the Serum transformed him into a pony, however, the Mercer Virus was protecting his mind, keeping the serum away from the parts that allowed him to feel Anger, Hate, Vengeance, Pain, and sadness.

Soon, a Jet Black coated, Blood-red maned Earth Pony lay on the street, the Three Horns of Odin, colored the same red as his mane, was his cutie mark, blood red eyes stared empty at the ash-filled sky.

" NO NO NO NO!" Yelled a tearful Matthew, kicking open the car door and looking around for his daughter. " SYLVIA!" He shouted, the wailing cry of an infant sounded, his infant's wailing. " NONONONONO FUCK!" Matthew ran towards the sound of his daughter crying, and found the infant wrapped up in a blanket, and held in the arms of a individual in a leather jacket and hoodie. " Thank you, thank you." He reached out to take his daughter, and keep her in his safe hold. But the individual, turned and stared at Matthew. A frown plastered on his face, Matthew soon got angry, he pulled out a pistol from under his jacket and pointed it at the hooded man. " Give me my daughter now." He said, in voice that dripped with homicidal venom.

" I'm not, I'm saving her from Celestia, no matter what your opinion is, I'm not going to let some Batshit-insane royal fuck, murder a perfectly capable young child." After his small speech the hooded figure revealed his face, Mercer, then the Evolved man jumped away, Sylvia cradled in one of his arms.

Matthew dropped to the ground, tears forming in his eyes. " FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! MERCER YOU FUCKING ASS EATING SHIT! I'M GOING TO GET A SAW, AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS SO FAR, .... SO FAR... IT"s GOING TO BE REALLY FUCKING UP THERE!"  Matthew screamed in rage, he threw the pistol to the ground, a stray bullet fired from the gun as it impacted the concrete.

He picked himself up and ran after Mercer, knowing that he could never catch up to him, but he would try, even if he died trying, he would murder any selfish bastard who got in his way. He would make a Pony look like a Modern-Art masterpiece if they tried to stop him. The only thing he could feel, the only thing he could register in his mind was rage.

The large, pillars of infected biomass vanished as the barrier consumed them, the buildings crumbling into dust as the barrier pushed them over like child's toys. He stared at the now blue sky, he wasn't peaceful like most Newfoals after his conversion, in fact he was quite the opposite, he was Very Fucking Angry.