Fallout Metro at Dark

The son of a bitch was back, yet wasn’t? What was all this about? How could the bastard have been back? Blaze had killed him. Crushed his skull last I remember. Then again this stallion was a unicorn. The last I remember he wasn’t one. He was a standard pony and was not as refined as the new stallion here.

“How could you have won? Fighting for no good reason. Last I recall you lost.” I growled in frustration. “So how about we call it quits? This little game is over.”

“Ofer? Efen after you’ve taken my lofely tiger avay from me?”

“Tiger? Bombshell?”

“Ja.”

“I did no such thing.” I flexed my arms struggling to push off the bench to remove my face from the soaked vegetables. “How could you be so petty?”

“Mein Bombshell vas supposet to be mein!”

“Tell her that yourself, I don’t care!”

“I dit ant I do! She does not vant mein in her life!”

“And how is that my problem? Get some more tact with the ladies before being a total creep. Girls don’t dig you humping their legs like some horny animal.” It angered me to have to explain to such an idiot. “Not even a whore would appreciate your creepiness.” My words only seemed to anger him as his grip tightened around me, pressing my nose uncomfortably against the bowl.

“Silence!”

“Nein, shtop zis at once.” An angelic voice came in to save the day. I did not know I would be grateful to here the sound of a Nazi in my life. The Führer stepped up to save the day.

“Mein Führer vey hello.” Jäger greeted the Nazi leader sheepishly. “Vat are you doink here?”

The blond mare glared at him. “Release mein pet!” She bonked him on the back of the head as his magic around me dissipated.

The unicorn rubbed the back of his head glaring back at me. “Vey? He is an alien kreature he does not belong here. He needs to be studied.”

“Dit zat look like shtudyink to you?” Aryanne said pointing at the mess he made out of our table. “Voo are you anyvays?”

“Do you not recognize me?” The unicorn stallion asked the mare puzzled.

“Of kourse not.”

“It's me Jäger,” he said uncomfortably.

“Jäger? Zee scientist Jäger?”

“JA!” He exclaimed, nodding his head swiftly. “You see, zat is vey I must take the kreature for study!”

“I thought you died.” Blaze glared at his old employer with disdain.

“I dit but I am reborn again!” The unicorn let out evil maniacal laughter. “A unicorn of zee right kolors too.”

“Awfully racey.” I commented as I stood back up.

“Ant you! You veren’t supposet to leafe! You vere supposet to reat meine filly bedtime shtories!”

“Look I can’t even read english very well.” I told her raising my hand up defensively.

“Vat ‘english’ read Equestrian!”

“Yeah, that. I can’t read that stuff fluently.” I told her. “It was much easier to speak it with a Russian accent. “But to sound soothing to the ear to set a little girl to sleep I don’t think it can be done. Please reconsider. I’m a soldier not a babysitter. Look, just let me go. I am of great use being an exterminator of creatures lurking in the metro.” I was getting annoyed by how they wanted me to be used for their own reasons not appreciating my abilities in the slightest. Wanting me for other precarious reasons.

Aryanne stomped a hoof looking upset. “Hunter. Now! Heel!” She called at me like some sort of master calling for their dog.

Jäger smiled pleased with himself watching the scene unfold.

“I’m not a dog!”

“Heel!” Aryanne called out louder this time.

“Come on this is ridiculous.” I continued to plead.

The mare marched up to me glaring up at me with narrowed eyes. “Heel.” She spoke in a low growl.

“No.” I glared back at her in defiance.

“Hunter…” Bonesaw covered her face as she turned away.

Aryanne turned around to face away from me.

“Hunter lookout!” Blaze called out to me, but it was too late as two legs shot back towards me striking me in the stomach sending me flying back into the stone metro wall. I felt the last remaining armor in my vest shatter and my back being exposed with no armor from my previous engagement meant nothing to cushion the blow of my back slamming against reinforced concrete. I felt something internal shatter from the blow.

I didn’t know something so small could generate that much force. I slid down the wall in a defeated slump. I sucked in a breath and let it out. Just breathing hurt. “God damn you… I thought we were on good terms.”

“Me too.” Aryanne glared at me, Jäger following close behind her.

The crowd of ponies nearby watched in anticipation having just witnessed their leader take down the strange alien creature that was me.

“I’m not a pet you bitch.” I couldn’t help but snarl in defense.

“Führer Aryanne! This isn’t the way we do things!” Bonesaw jumped in front of me protectively with tears in her eyes. “Please, what you’re doing is wrong!” She begged

“Get out of the way…” I grumbled. “This is my fight.” I gripped the nurse by the skirt and pulled her aside not wanting her to do something stupid. Because I can fight my own battles. She could do a lot of good being a medical professional. She could save so many lives. I could only take lives.

Because I was meant to be a killing machine, a soldier. I was supposed to protect the inhabitants of the metro. Not drag others down with me.

“Blond bitch that's not how you treat pets.” I smiled toothily at the mare as she turned away from me once more. This time I saw it coming, readying myself for another buck. When she did she shot her legs back at me catching them when they both struck my chest cracking more ribs and shattering a few. I felt like my body was made of twigs with how easily she damaged me.

With her legs now in hand I lifted them up and spread them apart opening her legs wide as I got a good look between her skirt. This is not what I had planned… and as a man of honor I at least tried to claim myself as I would not do anything to offend even if it meant it could save my life. I was tempted to lick or headbutt as if that would do something but I stuck to my moral code.

“Eeeee!” The Führer squealed with reddening cheeks feeling exposed to me.

Even through the pain my strength threatened to give out as I felt the sharpened bones within my chest cut along my muscle, tearing flesh beneath the skin. I groaned heavily as I heaved her up and slammed her down on the floor. She knocked her head against the stone concrete ground, being knocked out cold in the process.

The crowd went silent as I rested against the wall feeling destroyed.

Bonesaw came over to me looking me over. “Ohh you really did it this time you big dummy.” She ruffled through her saddle bags in search of a tonic for me. “I think I change my mind to still hating Nazis… I’m not a dog.” I growled.

Jäger came over with a smug look. “Look vat you dit. Assaulting zee Führer in her territory vile makink a name for yourself kreature.”

“She started it… and how are you even still alive?” I growled up at him, only to wince when a shot of pain shot through my chest. My bones cutting along my lungs threatening to sink in.

“Here's another Zebra tonic or potion… these are expensive you know!” Bonesaw had me greedily down the small vial of green liquid Inside I felt the bones in my chest move uncomfortably causing me to howl in pain as I felt my muscles being torn and bones shuffle back into place it was a painful process.

“Don’t be such a baby you get used to it.” Blaze waved a talon lazily.

Nazi soldiers emerged heavily armored the Führer’s personal guards.

“We got to go… NOW!” Bonesaw exclaimed.

“Run-run little kreature.” Jäger waved evilly as we ran away having no chance against the might of the whole station.

Together the three of us ran, not bothering to shoot back. Leaping over boxes and running past ponies. Not wanting civilians to get shot in the crossfire.

“Out of the way coming through!” I had to run at a low crouch run as I was an easy target to hit being so damn tall. It just happened when us humans stood on two legs. “Where are we going?!” I called out to my comrades.

“To the tracks! We can catch a ride out of here!” Bonesaw called to us as she raced on ahead.

Surprising both Blaze and I with her speed.

Dodging and weaving our way through the crowds of ponies and jumping over objects we made it down a working escalator sliding down through the middle instead of taking the slow more humane way down.

“Get back here!” The armored soldiers got lost in the crowd being far too bulky in their armor to continue chasing.

We ran to the edge of the platform where so many weaponized trolleys were being assembled for war. Sparks flew as ponies in welder masks welded the turret onto the trolley putting it together as we ran for an already assembled one where Bonesaw was at a mechanical control panel nearby fiddling with the levers and bottoms as the trolley on a chain moved the trolley placing it down on the track.

“Blaze, open the gate!” Bonesaw called to the griffon who flew to where several soldiers were fiddling with their guns when they saw the griffon zipping towards them.

Bonesaw and I ran to get on the trolley when a large sparkle of magic burst in front of us blinding us briefly. When our vision returned Bombshell was in front of us, pistol raised.

“Shtop right zere.” She commanded glaring at the two of us.

Blaze opened the gate, throwing the two guards away from the control panel. “GO!” He called out.

“You attacked zee Führer!” Bombshell looked pissed off.

I held my hands up over my head. “She attacked me first! What's fair is fair.”

“Ant you.” She turned her attention to Bonesaw. “Scholt hafe put you out of zee paster years ago!”

Bonesaw whimpered in response feeling queasy having a weapon pointed at her. So I stood in front of the mare who helped me so much. “Hey your problem is with me you disgusting Nazi.” I glared at her and she did the same.

Behind her I could hear the sound of heavy hoof falls making their way down the escalator.

“Look I’m sorry we failed in killing Jäher but we didn’t know he’d come back. You didn’t tell us until we came here! So why are you stopping us-” I was silenced as the mare threw herself at me.

“AH! He’s taken kontrol of meine magic! Somepony shtop him!” She pressed her body against my own as she pushed me back towards the armored trolley. She was obviously acting, but why?

Her pistol pressed itself against her head as she was ‘pulled’ away from the platform and onto the trolley.

Bonesaw puffed her cheeks out, not trusting the mare and jealous of how close the mare was to me but at the moment that was not important.

“Bonesaw drive!” I ordered. I jumped on the back holding Bombshell as a meat shield, causing the soldiers to hold their fire.

Blaze dropped into the gunner's seat as Bonesaw set the trolley full speed. The wheels underneath squealed as sparks shot out as the metal grinding along the tracks started up.

Jäger was seen running to the sations edge calling out for Bombshell, the mare of whom he was obsessed with. “Vat are you idiots doink? FOLLOW ZEM!” He screamed at the soldiers as they too prepared to give chase.

Our trolley picked up speed as we whizzed by more nazi controlled stations. The ponies would stop to look over at our trolley speeding by confusion, not knowing that he had just narrowly escaped.

I looked down at the blond mare in my arms and she looked up at me.

“What is going on?”

“I would like to know too!” Bombshell angrily snarled.

“I needed an excuse to get out of my own. I thought it would have been so easy to get rid of him… I didn’t know he’d come back with a new body…”

“But you did, liar!” Bonesaw accused.

“Did you?” I asked the unicorn who sheepishly smiled. “Then why do you keep lying to us and withholding information? This could have helped in planning the destruction of that annoying asshole.”

I was only helping her since that guy would not stop hunting me and the only way to get him to stop was to kill him. It was like fighting with a child who could not see the truth in front of them. I could explain with all the facts and reasons of the world and he would still refuse to listen.

“Your nurse does the same. She is his assistant after all.” Bombshell shot back looking smug.

Bonesaw went quiet, her anger seemed to have evaporated.

“Is this true?” I asked our driver to which the nurse relented.

“Yes.”

I knew she was his assistant, she said as much, but then she should have at least known that Blaze crushing his head would not have been the end of him.

“Then why don’t the both of you explain yourselves?” I asked as we sped through tunnels.

“If we keep going straight it won’t be a good idea. How about we ditch the cart? And have our little chat in one of the tunnels? That way the Nazis think we’re going up to the surface while we camp out down here for awhile?” Blaze suggested.

“Sounds like a plan.” Bonesaw said, slowing the cart down slightly so we could jump off at a safer speed.

Blaze climbed out of the turret, jumping out. I jumped out with Bombshell clutching my chest. We were sent tumbling as I balled up, rolling against the rough ground.

We grouped at a nearby door, setting Bombshell down who dusted herself off. We let the trolley continue onward ahead of us up the track. Blaze checked the door handle with his talon jiggling it.

“Locked.” He narrowed his eyes at the lock raising his rifle preparing to shoot it point blank when Bombshell held up a hoof.

“Please, allow me.” Her horn glowed as the door clicked unlocked as she pushed the door open with magic. “There. all better.”

“Show off.” Blaze scoffed.

Bonesaw glared at the mare as she went in first Blaze following close behind her.

We closed the door behind us as we heard the sound of metal grinding past us as the Nazis of gave chase just past us.

“That was close.” Bonesaw took a seat in the darkened room.

I shined a light in and Blaze did the same while Bombshell used her horn to create light.

Cobwebs littered the room as tiny spiders could be seen crawling around.

“Great, spiders.” Bonesaw shivered. Uncomfortable of all the tiny little legs.

“Hope it's just the small ones.”

“Agreed.”

Finding a nearby lamp, Bombshell turned it on as it helped illuminate the room.

The room was a surveillance room that had computers that were no longer functional with a pony skeleton on the floor. The computers had wiring ripped out of it, probably scavenged for electronic parts long ago.

“Poor bastard.” I said moving the bones to one corner as respectfully as I could.

“He’s dead, just kick the bones. It's faster.” Blaze rolled his eyes.

“After the bombs dropped there is no longer a heaven or hell or inbetween there is only here.” I explained. “Even in death our friend is here with us. Trapped in the metro as there is nowhere for his soul to go. I may not have known this pony. He may have been good, maybe evil but he is stuck in the same boat as us. Trapped as there is no place for us.

“When you are alone. The ghosts speak to you. But since we are together the ghosts are silenced by our warmth.”

“You believe in ghosts?” Bonesaw asked with a tilt of her head.

“Yes, in God. No.” I shook my head. “Sometimes during my expeditions I hear sounds and see things that I can not explain. For instance the ball of energy that zaps the tracks and traverses the metro. If you were to get in its way you’d be fried. Or the lost souls who would call out to you and bring you down where they had fallen clambering for another chance at life. Bringing you to the same doom that had befallen them.”

“That sounds oddly religious don’t you think?” Blaze asked.

“Just treat others how you would like to be treated.”

“Like shooting others up?” Blaze smugly replied.

“If they deserve it.”

I took out my lighter that was disguised as a bullet burning away cobwebs as the spiders desperately crawled up away from the flames only to be burnt alive falling down as nothing more but charred remains. Behind the wall of cobwebs revealed another door. “So which one wants to go first in how you met Jäger and why is he so difficult to kill?”

Both looked at each other wondering who was to go first.

“Well I met Jäger when I was but a little girl. Should I?” She looked at Bonesaw for approval as if needing a go ahead.

“Knock yourself out.” Bonesaw sounded genuinely curious to hear about the early days of this mare.

“As you see me today I wasn’t always so…” She ran a hoof through her golden blond mane. “... perfect.”

“That's fine.” I said, raising my rifle as I kicked down the door in front of me.

*****

It was a cold dark night leaving the room freezing.

A soft tune rang out quietly, so quiet in fact that you had to really try and focus on it, and really believe that sound was indeed there. The tune played throughout the large home. The sound reverberated off the marble walls, decorated with red banners that all wore a prominent symbol, the Swastika.

Much of the furniture and decorations sported a proud eagle along with the symbol. The home was empty of any signs of life, besides a small simple room where the soft echo of music was coming from. A few of the red banners in the living room swayed to a nonexistent breeze as cold air brushed into the quiet home from an open window.

Hearing the noise the only krept closer to the sound, the more she did the more distorted the sound became.

*Clang* *Doom* *Doom* *Clang*

The music played within a music box perched upon an oak desk. The gears within twisted and turned, clicking forcefully as they moved. Tension within its internals struggling to keep up.

*Doom*... *Doom*... the reverb of metal echoed within the small room. The music box began to click in a slow succession. Struggling to continue onward. The metal scraped and clawed. Not giving up on its one and only live audience member, not wanting to disappoint the filly.

Head laying down on the hard wooden desk. The young unicorn waited and listened to the sounds all around her. Listening as the clock above her door clicked seconds away, and the wisps of wind that would gently blow against her window that was beside her desk, the pony stared out longingly.

The hands of the clock slowly moved in a slowing motion and with each and every passing second she could hear the weight of the hands move. Hear the swing of their momentum. Hear their jarring stop. In a never ending cycle. Listening to life’s music.

She waited as the night’s moon was up above the sky, too high for her to reach. But not high enough that her small insignificant eyes could not see its beauty. The only light source that illuminated her view of the outside and her window partially. The Moon’s radiance lit up the darkness. Casting away the shadows and bringing clarity to her mental portrait.

The filly sniffed whilst she rubbed her bruised cheek lightly. Continuing to listen to her private show. The sounds helped ignore the nagging pain that seared through her, even hotter than an iron brand. For a brand would be quick, for just a moment until flesh was burnt and seared away, the nerves being killed in the process. But for her, the pain was constant, never ending. Forever burning.

She could hear the crickets and owls outside creating music. Chirps and hoots. She stared out the window. To see what hid in the lurking darkness, watching as it stared back at her.

*Cling* *Cling*

The music box continued to sing it’s mellow tune. A tune she found that suited her quite well. Relating to the sad old tune.

The unicorn filly sniffed again as snot threatened to ooze out her nose. She continued to listen to the chimes of music. Her wheels squeaked quietly beneath her as she shifted her weight.

Slowly she pushed herself away from the desk. Dragging herself with shakey forelegs. It was hard to stand without physically resting on an object like her desk, which meant it was difficult to walk.

The wheels squeaked and creaked behind her as she had to drag herself around. The wheels were unkempt as foregin objects jammed in between its joints. Causing the wheels to strain her frail forelegs. Each time she did, agonizing pain would shoot through her causing her to spasm for a quick moment as the pain would jolt through her like lightning. Gritting her teeth, holding them bare as she dragged herself towards the window letting out a pained squeak as she did so.

Once she reached her goal she pressed her forehooves against the looking glass. Peering once again, outside. Out to the comforting darkness. Eyes shimmering briefly as a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Lips parting gingerly, ‘Why did it hurt? Why did it hurt?’ She would ask herself this question again and again. Repeating it over and over hoping, begging for an answer. For a reason to why she was to be the unlucky pony to go through this. Yet no sound escaped her lips.

Constant agony erupted within her. Body tensing as to brace for impact. Yet, as her body’s reaction was only trying to help, it only made the pain worse as it strained her already weakened muscles. She fell against the windowsill, touching the cold chilled glass. Even something as simple as breathing brought her agonizing pain.

She looked up towards the starry sky once more. ‘If Gods and Goddess truly existed… then why did this happen to me?’ If such powerful beings truly cared, why didn’t they help me? Why did they let bad things happen? They had to be strong for a reason!’ Snot began to drizzle down her muzzle as tears welled up in her eyes. ‘Why… why didn’t they help me?’

The filly sniffled pawing at the window. She felt like a bird locked in a cage. Forever trapped in her own body. Desperately clawing to be set free. The glass only responded with silence.

The music box let out a final click before stopping, just as a chilling breeze brushed against her. Sending chills down her spine. She shivered as the cold dulled the pain ever so slightly with its own cold burn. ‘Why can't Goddesses and Gods be like in the stories? Coming down to save me, an important pony. Wasn’t I important? Didn’t they care about their creations? Like how parents were supposed to care for their creations? Or were they disgusted with me? The broken filly...’ Her eyes downcast as she pressed her cheek against the cold glass that brought her silent comfort.

She tapped her horn against the window. A faint transparent aura illuminated her horn. It flicked from time to time like a dying flame. Before going out like one.

The unicorn let out a shaky breath. Closing her eyes. The clock struck again.

And then eternal silence…

*****

Eyes fluttering awake, she found herself in a new place; her vision was drowned out by white blinding light.

‘They’re here, they saved me! The God’s knew I could not end!’

“Sweet you’re alright!” She heard a familiar voice.

She was brought up and held by the only stallion she knew and loved. Her dad.

“Papa…” She whimpered out in pain as reality came crashing down on her.

“You’re safe sweetie. The Doctors are miracle workers.” He held her close to his warming chest. She in turn rested her cheek against his soft white fur.

“Daddy where’s mommy?”

“She won’t hurt you anymore.” Her father nuzzled her. “She won’t… especially not after the doctors finish a little procedure on you. Everypony will love you as I do.” He had tears in his eyes. He nuzzled her mane softly.

“Procedure?” The broken filly questioned.

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. I got you. Shh shh…” He cooed softly. “Just get some rest. You’ll be as good as new in no time. Won’t need that pony cart any longer. Soon you’ll be able to stand just like me.” He kissed her on top the head plenty of times.

“Papa.” The filly giggled only to let out a pained whine.

“Sorry, shh… rest my darling it will all be over soon.” He shushed her gently coaxing her to sleep as he sang tunes to her as he did every night.

*****

When she awoke once more it was as if she had been reborn coming out of a tube of water. She collapsed as fluids were drained from her tank. Confused, cold and scared she looked around frightened. “What's going on?” She asked as the glass around her began to rise.

A number of ponies observed her holding clipboards writing things down as they poked and prodded her.

The pain she had felt all her life was gone. For once in her life she felt what it meant to have peace. She excitedly stood up on shaky legs. Smiling even as she collapsed. “I… I can stand!” She stood up once more only to collapse again. “And it doesn’t hurt as much!” She bounced back up.

“Thank you! Thank you doctors!” She excitedly wanted to jump out and hug the doctors for curing her of her defect To jump in their arms and repay them anyway she could for their kind deed.

She felt as if the gods and goddesses were smiling down upon her. She felt as if she were important. That she had something special to do in this world. She would not forget the great deeds these ponies had done for her.

“Full of life zis one is,” A greasy looking brown chestnut colored earth pony said standing too close for comfort making the filly a little weary of his presence as he eyed her up and down. She felt like he was undressing her with his eyes. She tried to cover herself with her hooves, embarrassed to be exposed like some sort of specimen to him.

“Doctor Jäger refrain from being a creep that's a child.” One of the mares growled at the stallion. “Dirty earth pony.” She smacked him on the back of the head. “Get the creep out of here. Write him up for being a little too close to the subject that is a filly mind you.”

Guards came in and dragged the stallion away who couldn’t stop admiring the filly.

“Sorry about that. He’s just fascinated that our little experiment worked. You have a new body. What do you think?” The mare asked the young Bombshell who stood up shakily needing to still learn to walk properly.

“I like it… where papa?” She asked excitedly, wanting to show her father the good news.

*****

“At the time I didn’t know it but that's when I first met Jäger. He had a thing for young girls… but specifically me.”

“That’s disgusting!” Bonesaw looked mortified.

“You are one to talk. Rapist.” I shot her a glare.

To which Blaze glared at her too, joining my side.

Nice.

“I must have been some sort of experiment to test if his technology worked or not.” Bombshell looked uncomfortable.

“I see.” I said shining my light on spider like creatures that hissed and scuttled away from my lamp. “So you were once a degenerate mutant freak?”

“Not a mutant!” Bombshell exploded in anger only to calm down when she realized she had been too loud. “Just… birth defect… disease maybe… I don’t know what I had…”

“Sounds like to me you had polio mixed in with some other stuff.” Bonesaw shrugged, unsure, only having a vague theory.

“Maybe.” Bombshell shrugged. “But I’m better now.”

“Proud to kill ponies who once had something wrong with them? Is it not a bit hypocritical for you Nazis to be killing when you can give this treatment on a wider scale?” I asked. “You all could be saviors yet you choose to be villains. This doesn't make much sense.”

“Jäger probably had something to do with it.” The unicorn affirmed.

“To be able to come back after death… he may have a backlog of cloned bodies for him to transfer his consciousness to.” Bonesaw suggested.

“So evil assistant what do you know?” I asked as a spider leapt out of a crevasse from the ceiling jumping down at me to which I shined my light on it. Firing my rifle into it as I jumped back instinctively, falling on top of the unicorn.

Blaze shined a light on the spider creature as it hissed laying on its backside as it seemed to burn up from the light. Kicking its sharpened legs about until it finally died from light exposure.

“Off.” Bombshell hissed through clenched teeth.

“Sorry.” I got up, helping her up. “Anything else to share?” I asked the nurse who seemed to know Jäge a hell of a lot longer.

“Well he’s kinda obsessed over Bombshell. Talking about his ‘Tiger’.” Blaze and I chuckled much to the Nazi mares dismay. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s true.”

Bombshell rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

“Yeah, so his old lab where Bombshell’s story takes place is on the surface where the elite Nazi villiage is. So we are going to have to go up eventually. That's where he has his stash of bodies located. Destroy that. We destroy him.”

“And destroy the future of you ponies?” I asked.

“It could be controlled by evil.” Blaze hinted.

“Also good.” I didn’t know if destroying the lab would be good. I could almost imagine getting a new body when my old one broke… it would be life changing to come back again and again.

“Don’t let greed get to you. You might end up valuing life less. Jäger certainly seems to think so.” Bonesaw glared up at me. “Spider.” She pointed to which I whipped around spraying bullets.