Fallout Equestria: A Pinch of Raider Influence

I don’t know why I didn't fear death. . . but then I did. It was like an on and off switch. Being enthusiastic about dying, but at the last second yielding remembering as if I had some unfinished business. Was I really scared? Or was it some outside force telling me to hang on for just a bit longer? Living in the Wasteland has always confused me. Maybe it was me just wanting to have it end all right here right now. I really didn’t have anything left to live for. . . Everything I ever wanted had just slipped right through my hooves almost like sand. I had my child again… but that child didn’t want me… I was a failure and that was that I suppose. Nothing could change how I had failed as a mother, and as a wife, and now here I was… my end. I closed my eyes feeling the hot burning flames wash over me like a veil that has been thrown over a dead person. Smiling. Wanting to greet death like an old friend… I read that in a book once. . . To her. . .

***Third Person POV***

The ponys hollered loudly seeing the flames consume Radiant in its brutal glory, but she did not scream in pain or bellow or cling to life. She accepted her fate not moving a muscle. While the raider in power armor continued to shower her with fire leaving only a silhouette to be seen until nothing was left. . . all that remained was ash. Making the raiders disappointed and confused on why that she didn't scream or writhe in pain. The flaming executioner looked up at the pony in the stands shrugging in the bulky power armor that was made of fire-resistant material. The pony's big metal shoulders moved up and down with his shrug.

Flame Ball in the flaming painted power armor kicked the pile of ash with disrespect. For making him look stupid in front of everyone. He was well known for making his victims scream in agony. Courtesy of fire, but this one made him the victim smiling up at him and embarrassing him in front of the crowd. The image of her smile imprinted itself into his mind making him tremble in his power armor, but to the outside view, he looked perfectly still.

Discord sat in the stands unnoticed as the raiders cheered as Kalidas came out wielding a gas mask with an air looking tank on his back that was oval in shape taking about the whole space on his back. He also had two pouches of some strange green liquid connected to his two hind legs. He pulled out a laser rifle with a roughed up looking battle saddle.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen. . . “ Discord sighed sadly. Discord might have been powerful… but he was careless and reckless and right now it hurt. He couldn’t bring back the dead even in his weakened state. He couldn’t even bring back poor Fluttershy. . . he couldn't even save his hu-. . . friend. . .

***Third Person POV END***

“What is that Precious?” A pristine looking white coated mare asked her daughter. How others would consider her daughter to be a freak of nature. They were within a large luxurious bedroom with a terminal on a desk at the corner of the room that seemed to be a mini office. With manuals and video game holodisks scattered about. There was even a giant mirror that was in pristine condition. Not something so easily accessible in the Wasteland. The room even sported a closet filled to the brim with clothes all hung from hangers or stacked on the floor under the hang clothes. There were even clothes in a large cabinet that seemed to be filled to the brim with clothes. drawers hung open to the sheer amount of clothes stuffed into them.

The baby giggled showing her mom a picture. It wasn’t just any old picture. It was the picture. Showing a crudely drawn sweating tired looking pegasus mare standing beside a dragon. Together holding a little baby demon looking monster. The mare in the picture was resting on a bed while her husband was standing up beside the bed with arms outstretched so the pegasus and the dragon could both hold the baby. . . The baby snuggling up with her mom more. “Mama mama!” The baby said enthusiastically showing her mother the picture proudly.

The mare put a hoof to her mouth as her shiny gold mane fell into her field of view. looking down her mane obscured one-fourth of her vision. She brushed her locks of mane aside as she smiled nuzzling her baby as she sat down on the floor with her ‘precious’ baby. “Yes, that’s me.” She said with a smile. As she picked her daughter up laying her on her lap. “And that’s you baby-baby!” She mare repeated playfully while her baby responded with her own words.

“Mama mama!” The baby giggled reaching up out towards her mother with her little claws. Just then a glass shattering sound went off *Glass Breaking*.

The mare’s head whipped toward the direction where the sudden outburst of shattering glass came from. That mare hated loud noises and for a good reason too. “Mama! Mama!” Her baby spoke scared now beginning to cry scared. Seeing her mother with a fearful expression told her that danger was near. The mare slowly looked down at her daughter sad to see her daughter this way. Slowly smiling to cheer up her daughter “Don’t worry mommy will protect you…” She said giving her a sweet smile nuzzling her daughter comfortingly wrapping her soft feathery wings around her into a motherly embrace.

*Thud*

Everything began to become blurry. As things began to fade in and out of existence. The only thing left was the mother. She looked down only wanting to see her daughter's face in this scary situation. But was only more disturbed to see nothing at all but herself holding onto nothing at all. Her eyes slowly widened in shock as her mouth opened wide wanting to scream out in disbelief and horror, but nothing came out.

She started to frantically search getting up quickly looking everywhere around her surrounding hoping to find her missing daughter. “Precious!” She screamed but no sound came out. Even the ambient noise became nonexistent starting to make her feel sick to her stomach. She could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. Even her own breathing it made her feel light headed. But still continued to look everywhere as the surroundings became shrouded in complete and total utter darkness. She began to cry collapsing onto the nonexistent floor longingly clinging to the thought that her daughter was still alright. In her never-ending search. She curled up into a ball. Slowly looking into her hooves empty hooves here eyes blurry as tears continued to stream down rivers down her muzzle.

She too saw that she was begging to fade into the inky blackness. She seemed to give into the darkness laying limply. Whimpering in pain, heartbroken. She laid there accepting her fate disappearing completely out of view into the pitch black abyss of nothingness. . .

*****

My vision swam in waves disorientated and wet. I choked on a sob as my everything hurt. Feeling a warm liquid against my side. While I laid on the floor. My shoulder burned with searing pain while the rest of my body proceeded to scream in total agony. I tried hard trying to focus my vision and slowly getting up on my shaky legs. Looking around my surroundings yet still blurry eyed. Everything was hard to focus on as I stumbled about.

I could hear glass crunching under my hooves stepping on small shards of glass fell out from my body. Continuing to walk through what looked to be a long gray hallway swaying as I walked. I couldn’t see any of the details even if I wanted to. I leaned against the right side of the gray colored wall trying to keep myself up my vision would momentarily blink in and out. Making it really hard to see where I was going. Slowly making my way forward sliding my side against the wall leaving behind a long trail of blood on the wall. The clip-clopping of my hooves underneath me on the whitish marble floor. . . I think it was white. . .

Blood slowly dribbled down my quivering lips sobbing quietly to myself in the empty dark quiet halls walking for minutes. . . no. . . hours. . . I seemed to hear the echo of all the sounds I was making all at once. Giving up on my endless walking trek pressing my wounded side against the wall till I slowly turned away from the wall right before sliding down against the wall until I was in a sitting position. Leaning my back against the wall. I looked up at the ceiling as everything began to unfocus like a camera. That was not saying much that I couldn’t see anything, to begin with.

Had the ceiling ‘some sort of large gray? No… white? No… can’t be…’ I thought to myself as I began to then slowly look down feeling so, so tired. But when I looked down I was surprised to see a blurry white shiny yellow looking creature in front of me as it reached up to me. I couldn't tell what it was being so blind in my state. Wasn't I supposed to be dead? I tilted my head ever so slowly. As the small creature opened its mouth and closed its mouth talking. I couldn’t see it as my everything just looked so unclear. I couldn't even hear what it was saying. Then when the little creature was finished talking it hugged me… I teared up as I wrapped my wings around the friendly creature.

I slowly closed my eyes as I blacked out. Darkness taking hold of me once again. Sad to say. . . I was almost used to it. . .

*****

I gasped loudly sitting straight up. My eyes widened my head snapped right to left a couple of times in a quick succession. I was in a white padded room now. That reminded me of a crazy house or if you wanted to get technical an 'asylum'. I pushed down on the padding with my soft hoof not surprised when I felt how soft the padding was. In a crazy way, it was pretty comfortable. I then turned to the door that was padded as well with the same color of the room being white. “I swear all this white is going to make someone crazier,” I muttered to myself walking right over to the white padded door. Looking out of the small tiny little food slot. Then quickly finding a small handle beside the door. The handle was padded as well but was colored black.

Looking through the small flood slot I saw outside. Seeing an empty dirty gray hallway with a straight line of red blood. 'Was that mine?' I even saw Radroaches scampering around the floor. Some even on the walls seeming to be mating. I cringed watching the disgusting sight before my eyes. “Fucking bugs…” I muttered before taking a couple of steps back closing the slot quietly. I couldn’t see much so I needed to get out of here first. I sat my “big” rump down on the soft plush padding. ‘Fuck it’ I threw myself back as I rolled around over the cushions enjoying the comfiness. lazily lounging around laying on my back sighing in contempt as I closed my eyes reaching a hoof into my blonde mane searching for something useful to use. Beginning to hum a soft tune to myself then after a few hums I began to sing softly to myself.

"Go to sleep. . . go to sleep. . . my little baby~ go to sleep. . . my little baby," I sang with an angelic voice with all of the practice I’ve had with a small smile before I reached into my mane pulling out a severed unicorn horn. I had once severed it from one of my victims. My raiders were always tasked to bring me back unicorn horns for their magic. After I lost everything I felt like I had nothing left. . . So I gave myself a purpose wanting to restore order to the Wasteland… that is still my goal right now… there is ain't no one who would stop me here anymore… so I don’t have to hold back anymore. . . this would be my sacred deed. . .

Getting up so now that I was sitting up straight. I placed the purple horn standing up vertically in front of me the cushion supporting it holding the horn up. I then reached back into my blonde mane with a hoof as I continued to sing. "Mommy, loves you. . . my little baby~. . ." I ended the song quietly closing my eyes. Fresh tears began to fall down my face yet again always being emotionally distressed. I felt my heart feel hollow and numb. The feeling was so unnerving feeling a quick flash of depression wash over me slumping forward in my sitting position my head hung in sadness. Making me shiver my voice hitched in my throat as I began to whimper out like a kicked puppy.

The sound of jiggling of glass, metal, and even a rubber squeaking sound was heard coming from me as I searched within my mane. Only using the sense of touch. As my hoof skidded across a hardcover. I slowly I pulled out a large book that was in good condition; well as best as I could get it in. The cover withered by age. The title making me freeze as it had a picture of the three main ponies. The Earth Pony stood on the left while the Pegasus stood on the right, and lastly was the unicorn… that stood in the middle of the cover. They all had a somber look on their face as I stared down at them. A fire lighting up within my eyes.

I stroked the cover with a hoof remembering everything. I wasn’t a mother… I was never a mother… I slowly opened the book looking over the edge of the book to peer down to the purple horn. I licked my lips seductively 'I need the magic right now… whatever it takes… whatever it takes…’

I flipped through the pages vigorously. Studying the old writing that littered the pages who were filled to the brim with my past experiments. Each page had at least a drawing or two sketched into them. Of diagrams and what not of the results of the test a subject a before and after if you will and of course prototypes of past inventions that I had quit. I wanted to enhance my strength like the earth pony, wanted magic like a unicorn, and wanted to be the best flyer I could be as a pegasus. . . I tore those dirt ponys limbs from limb to divulge into their magic's essence and biology secrets. Drew out their blood and even studied how their gametes. I didn't waste any data.

The Pegasi I butchered for fun and sometimes even jealousy. Tearing their eyes out studying every inch of them and finding it fascinating when I would find a rare mutation in any of my subjects. Then there were the unicorns the most magical of all. I licked my lips as I reached the unicorn section in my book. I had sawed off horns and even forced my raiders to saw off horns of our enemies horns and give them to me. Telling them that I would have them rewarded greatly… and I did of course. But I never did truly give them the true reason not wanting them to know of my research and try to steal it from me. Though they always wanted to question me but held knowing that I would kill them if they asked. I made a fine many of examples of those who tried to ask me.

I pulled out a contraption from my tail as placed the horn on it. Before going back to my book inspecting it closely. Then I looked over back to the horn setting it up on my contraption that looked more like a stand more than anything. As it had coils that would wrap around the grooves of the unicorn's horn. It wasn’t like my prototype which was fixed to one horn size. This model I had to move the coils manually but at least I would get magic instead of no magic at all.

I only wanted magic to keep me alive and youthful as I’m like about forty-something. I think I'm around thirty-five, but I look like a damn eighteen-year-old. I didn’t want to die and I sure as hell didn’t want to look ugly as fuck. So I tested it on other ponies for that exact reason… though not long term as I killed them after… I would use the magic more so to heal myself then use it as a weapon. Only sometimes I would make an example to have my raiders tremble in fear beneath me. To keep them all in line when I took control of the band of raiders.

The contraption started to buzz to life as it whirred quietly like a fan. Seeing the magic being drained out of the horn was quite the show. I smiled wiping my eyes clean. I did one final check on my journal before I stuffed it back into my mane. I rubbed my hooves together evilly as I held back the urge to cry out. ‘It’s alive!’ The magic then began to flow into my chest.

When my contraption was done harvesting the magic from the horn. That was now turned into a charred husk I tapped the horn as it fell into a clump of dust. I giggled wrapping my contraption around with my tail like a snake. I whipped it into my tail. Into a pocket dimension. Which is why I was weak I used up most of my magic with pocket dimensions that severely weaken me. ‘Especially since I gave up years worths away to my-’ I stopped my train of thought as I violently shook my head. “Get your head back in the game Radiant!” I screamed out now hearing the hissing of aggravated Radroaches outside of my cell. I turned over back towards the door only to see a small Radroach crawl in through the slot on the door. Successfully pushing the slot open the nasty bugger!

I cringed in anger as he invaded my room! Even if it was a crazy padded room! I screamed as I thrusted a hoof towards the small roach splattering its guts over the door. Painting the room and my hoof with its green goo. I then did a swift one-eighty as I bucked the door off its hinges using a small bit of magic that I absorbed from the horn that I harvested from its magic. trying to conserve as much as possible. If I would have used full power I would have kicked my legs clean through the padded door, and that wouldn’t have solved anything. But put me into a fit of embarrassment.

The door skidded across the hall decapitating most of the Radroaches. I laughed like a maniac hopping around smashing the Radroaches with my hooves. Spraying me with their green goo blood. One flew up at me actually catching me completely off guard as it lashed out at my face. I flinched instinctively bitch slapping the bug out of my way on instinct. It soared through the air just before going head first into a pile of scrap metal impaling the little fuck. He continued to twitch like a mad bugger now. I quickly turned around ready for more only to see the ones with decapitated limbs twitching on the floor that were still very much alive. I smiled evilly as I slowly stalked over to them in triumph. I flipped my blonde mane striding up to them.

“Not so tough now are you!?” I laughed kicking a roach into the wall hearing him go splat. It's insides smearing onto the wall. I turned over to another Radroach who kept twitching flailing its last leg around trying to get back on its stomach as it was laying on its back. I walked over to the roach before slowly pointing my face down towards the disgusting bug. Cocking my head to the side while I commented: “You should have stayed out of it kid…” I said growing a toothy grin. I kicked him sending the roach sliding across the dirty metal floor. Turning over to face the two other crippled Radroaches that were trying to crawl away but weren't getting very far. Having fewer legs; that would do that to you.

After having some sadistic fun. I finally had some free time to look around noticing that I didn't have a clue where I was. Which was usually always the case… but it made my life interesting and I loved it. I swayed my hips exaggerating the movements walking over to the gray wall that had a straight line of blood. Cocking my head to the side examining the blood. The color of the blood was reddish-brown having dried. It must have been here for awhile. . . was it my blood? If so. . . how the buck did I get in here? I looked away from the blood shaking my head. It was a nice decoration I must admit. The blood and the dead roaches gave the plain grey hallway with white floor and ceiling some flavor. Empty things were boring. . . take a can for instance. . . it's just a can. . . but what if that can had food? money? Now it's better! Wait wouldn't that be contents? Does that count as decoration. . . ? 'buck you raider brain!?'

My mind was glued on goal: looking for a way out. if these roaches are in here… then there must be an exit… maybe even a tiny hole? If possible. . . The skinny rectangular hallway seemed to annoy me as I looked through the other padded rooms opening the doors open to inspect inside. They were all unlockable from the outside only to see nothing in them. And they all seemed to be shiny white and clean which was odd. Untouched and untainted by the outside radiation was not something so common.

I grumbled bored out of my mind. Storming off towards one of the two possible ‘exits'. both doors being at the opposite ends of each other in the grey gory single hallway. The doors looked to be heavily armored. But why? For who? Or for what? I don’t think a crazy nut job could even bother escaping from this crazy place. The door I was inspecting seemed to have an insignia. And seemed so familiar to me… the insignia seemed to consist of two crosses a red one and a silver one seeming to form a stop sign like shape. As if creating an umbrella in shape. The red cross seemed to be more prominent than the silver one. I shook my head feeling a sense of Déjà vu wash over me. I slid a hoof into my mane pulling out a kitchen knife. Pressing the blade against the sturdy metal door. Then with practiced ease, the knife began to glow with a baby-blue aura around the kitchen knife. Beginning to saw a hole through the thick metal door. My magic was baby-blue. . . kind of weak. . . my magic was supposed to be blue when normal. Purple when overcharged, and a faint baby-blue when I was nearly drained.

After I was done sawing a circle through the door. I then pushed the thick metal circle out with a loud *bang* sound as it clinked metallically on the floor. My ears quickly slapped against my scalp going cross-eyed for a second cringing at the sudden loud noise. I shook with the metal vibration before I slowly grabbed my bearings. Shaking my head to relieve myself from the brief pain. Looking back at the now somewhat sizeable doggy door. I began to climb through. It looked like I was training for that game show ‘Hole in the Wall’. It was fairly easy wiggling through. About to make it completely through. until a problem popped up. I was ¾ through but my ass seemed to have been big enough to have me stuck. I slowly looked back with a glare. "A flat ass would have been nice!" I growled bitterly at my distracting natural gift.

I hated having a big ass. My now ex-husband might have only liked me for it… but I hated the damn thing! It always seemed to cause me more trouble than good. Some girls would only dream of having something like mine. I wasn’t super big or HUGE orDAMN! However, I didn’t have a flat ass either. I grumbled trying to wiggle my way through but was stuck with the same result.

I grumpily hung from my doggy sized door. I was fucking stupid. . . trying to conserve such little magic I had. When making this small ass door! No pun intended; thank you very much! I had one foreleg conquer the cold steel floor while the other was placed against my chin in thought. “I should have lubed up,” I said slowly nodding my head in agreement. Looking around for something useful that could possibly help me in my current situation. Having nothing better to do then ‘hang around’. Just then an idea went up in my head. If I could fit the front of my body then I should be able to still fit through… a crazy conspiracy theory started to form in my small raider brain.

I sucked in a deep breath clenching my blank ‘flanks’ tightly quickly dragging myself through. I got on all four glaring at my rear. “You’re the definition of an ass!” I hissed angrily as my white coated rear just shined back at me as if unharmed. Though I really wished that I would have got a cutie mark through my rough life. But I was getting the impression that I would never get a mark. I envied all of the other ponies. It just wasn’t fair to have a cutie mark at such young ages. I was old and I still didn’t have my mark. Though my looks said otherwise. Now that I wasn't distracted by a fight with roaches and a door I had time to look myself over. Inspecting myself I seemed to have been cleaned. . . now that I think about it. I looked myself over to see that there wasn't a single red patch of blood and grime on me. I looked like I had come out of a plastic toy package in pristine condition.

Getting back to the main topic. Looking left then right all I saw was two more metal doors closed with the same symbol or insignia whatever you want to call it. The one with the two crosses one red and silver making a stop sign like shape. I dramatically flipped my mane while I whined stomping my hooves like a child having a tantrum. I really didn’t know if I should go right or left. My head slowly rotates left… then right… I bit my lip as my ears flopped to the sides unsure what my next move should be. I felt torn apart sighing hanging my head low.

The hallway was almost exactly the same. Minus the blood trail and the dead roaches and the extra doors that lead to padded rooms. This could very well be the choice between life and death… I slowly raised my head turning my head to face the door on the right. A look of determination obscured my features as I made my way to the door. grabbing the knife's hilt with my mouth trying to conserve as much magic as possible. Using my hooves for grabbing would only drain me further. This time having in mind to cut the door just a tad bit bigger so that I wouldn't have the same problem.

On the inside, I was so very scared. ‘Would I even have enough magic to even make it out of here? Is there even an exit? Should I just give up? Is there a point to even attempting?’I quietly asked myself as I carved yet another circle into the metal door. The metallic scratching filled the hallway with such needed ambient noise. The metal shavings dropped down to the floor starting to pile up. Making the floor look messy when the floor previously appeared to be clean and untouched for years. Suddenly I began to zone out getting lost in my thoughts. While I continued to listen to the rhythm of the metal making an schlik sound.

o0O0o

I hugged a yellow coated earth pony close to me. Her once yellow mane drenched in blood. I cried hugging her for I don't know how long. Her body was bruised and bloodied having a black eye and a broken leg.

Just then my room’s door flew open as a frantic blue unicorn came in rushing opening her mouth to speak. “Radiant I need your help finding-,” She quickly shut her mouth rushing over to me and the cold earth pony in my arms. She hugged her yellow dead sister as we cried together.

My heartfelt tight and heavy as if being held down by a heavyweight wrapped in chains of titanium. I felt as if something was leaving my very being looking over at the crib seeing nothing. . . empty. I cried closing my eyes as the halls echoed with our cries of grief. I started to tremble slowly opening my eyes. “It was Viola,” I said growling out my voice cracking. The words seemed to broken coming out of my mouth. My eyes beginning to burn with hatred like never before. Selene looked up at me with the same burning hatred we shared against 'Viola'.

“I’m going to kill that bitch!” Selene screamed through her tears as she held her dead sister close to her.

I got up gradually making my way into my closet. Looking over my shoulder with tear filled eyes. “You will… and she shall pay…” I slowly turned back to my closet opening the two wide doors open. As I examined its contents. “For everything…” I said bitterly as a piece of paper fell down to my hooves. I looked down before rubbing my eyes trying to get the tears out of my eyes. I looked down. *BANG*

o0O0o

I was quickly joisted out of my thoughts as I heard a deafening bang coming from behind me. I gradually turned my head to see the metal door from across the hallway. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary besides making me jump as I clutched my fast fleeting beating heart. I taking quick calming breaths trying to keep myself calm. Until I heard another heavy bang against the door, this time the door bending it inwards. My heart skipped again as I quickly did a one-eighty starting to saw much quicker desperately trying to get through.

The door was hit again and again with the same heavy metal screech the door looked about to cave in at any given moment. I squeaked beginning to saw even faster hauling ass while I did so. Completing the clean-cut circle. Without skipping a beat I quickly pushed the five inches of metal forward with the same deafening metal bang when the metal made contact with the floor. Just as the door behind me across the hallway was hit yet again, but this time; the door was ripped out of the wall now slightly slanted inward in my direction. Light from behind the opening began to shine through the small opening.

I quickly jumped through the opening I made only to get stuck again because of my rump. I whined as my ears folded on top my head in embarrassment and carelessness. But was swiftly smacked back into alert when heard the door across the hallway explode inwards just before I heard a blood-curdling screech. Before I heard whatever the screech came from was stomping loudly and quickly in my direction. My face scrunched up in the ‘Oh Shit!’ expression once again clutched my flanks tightly as hard as I could rolling forward trying to gain some distance. ‘That hurt by the way!’

I saw the door dent holding up just barely. It was weaker now that I tore a hole in the middle of the door. Being less mass and all. I officially just weakened my barrier meaning I officially screwed myself over. I chuckled nervously looking around once again hearing the ‘beast’ like creature banging against the huge metal door. I frantically looked around the bright white room. That was really hurting my sensitive eyes by the way with all the white. The room seemed to be filled with x-rays of ponies. The bones seeming to be twisted in unnatural ways. I cringed frantically searching the room. Trying my best to ignore the disturbing x-rays as much as possible. I might have been a raider and seen shit like this first hoof. . . but that didn't mean I liked it. . . I only did like it. . . when I hurt the ones I hated the most.

I found a medical box quickly cutting the lid open with the kitchen knife with my baby-blue aura around it. My aura began to flicker around the knife about to go out. Without hesitation, I lifted the open medical box over my head with both hooves squeezing the box tightly to grip it instead of using magic. Spilling the medical supplies into my mane. I just started to flat out ransack the place hoarding everything I could into my mane using the last of my magic to transport it into my pocket dimension. The only drawback is that if I ran out of magic. . . I wouldn't be able to open it. I looked in one of the two trash cans in the room and was greeted with candy wrappers. I frowned in disappointment meanwhile the door that was momentarily blocking the unknown creature went flying towards me. I quickly ducked squeaking in surprise with widening eyes being large as saucers. 'That’s what I get for not paying attention!'

When I saw the monster my blood ran cold. What stood before me was nothing that I had ever seen before… it was unique and almost beautiful in its own disgusting way… in the doorless doorway was a hulking bulk of mutated flesh. A pony that stood on both hind legs successfully towered over me. I shrunk away as fear gripped my heart tightly in my chest.

It quickly spotted me, sneering while long strands of saliva leaked out of the corners of its mouth. Its cheeks seemed to be torn as it was being held together by thin threads of flesh. It’s two front hooves seemed to be jagged and sharp even the hind hooves seemed to have been sharpened looking to be the creatures two weapons as well. Probably to trample over somepony. Both of its forearms being sharp right up to the elbow like pointy spear-like weapons. I would most likely get decapitated in one swing by that fucker! I was utterly disgusted with a slight trace of awe in my mind.

The red meaty creature roared as it swung its sharp arms at me viciously in quick sharp motions. So I did the reasonable thing… I jumped between its legs quickly ducking between the largest sack I’ve ever seen. . . Didn't notice it before. . . but I did now! I stabbed it with my knife to say ‘fuck you’. I laughed as It screamed up into the ceiling. Quickly pulling the knife out of its ball sack. I ran through the now doorless frame as it savagely turned around to face me radiating death towards me.

I ran out through the first door the monster broke through. The room I ran into was unexpected. It was filled with tubes of more of that creature. A greenish water seemed to wash over the creatures while bubbles of air would quickly bubble and rise to the surface. There was more than one! I resisted the urge to shriek as I saw them all around the room seeming to be asleep. But if one could wake up… I would really hate to see the rest of them awake!

I then suddenly heard a heavy thumping coming from behind me. My eyes widened quickly flapped my wings like a frightened bird propelling me to the side out of the way. Crashing into a metal table which dazed me bouncing about. Seeing multiple images of the creature. Watching it crash into a tube with one of its own kin. My eyes rolled around inside my skull seeming to be confused on what to focus on. I blinked my eyes repeatedly trying to clear up my vision. Observing the two beasts tangled intertwined in cables and now wet with water. They both seemed to stare at each other for a brief second before they started to fight each other. Stabbing and clawing at each other trashing up the lab we were currently in. Rolled around the area like two cubs playing rough.

I wanted to watch but shook my head trying to focus on my main goal. Which was to get the hell out of here. Looked for an exit was the only thing in my mind. Overhearing the two monsters still rolling around hearing more crashing noises of glass breaking with water splashing and electricity sparking.

I soon found a door at the corner of the room smiling, as I tried the handle that had a keypad with a keycard reader that read ‘locked’ in red text quickly frowning. I tried the handle again. Only to find confirmation that the door was indeed locked. I gulped nervously as I tried to jiggle the door handle frantically this time. Just as a keycard fell two the floor right in front of me. I went cross-eyed as I picked it up trying it on the keycard reader. The text turned green as it now read ‘unlocked’ I smiled as the fight continued behind me. Not thinking twice about why the keycard magically fell right in front of me.

I walked into the next room with a sigh of relief locking the door behind me with the keycard. “The convince is strong in this one,” I joked to myself letting out a light chuckle turning back around to survey the room only to see a trashed office filled to the brim with cubicles.

Paper littered the floor all around. The cubicles looked to be in decent condition as I Inspected them each individually. Searching through the cubicles finding plenty of bottle caps as I would store them in my mane. Hoarding anything I could get my hooves on. I saw bullets holes engraved into the walls accompanied by some scorch marks. The floor had some patches of dried blood. But no bodies or bullet casings on the floor whatsoever. Which was odd, to say the least.

Instead of their being metal grey walls like the other hallways and rooms. In here there was glass like windows that were a substitute for walls. Some of the glass walls and doors were shattered. I shrugged passing over the glass. Hearing the crunching beneath my hooves. Before I knew it. I had walked down to a dark T junction. The lights seemed to have burnt out. There was yet again right and left passageways. I sat down on my tush pressing both hooves against my temples rubbing them while I puffed my cheeks out right before screaming out in frustration with my mouth closed. I had to resist pulling pieces of my mane out. Because of the stress of choosing. There was always something bad! I just know it!

After I took a couple of minutes to compose myself I went right again. Because in most cases… the right was the right way to go. I walked in front of the door pulling the knife out again holding it with my hoof. The knife felt heavy in my hooves. My magic was extremely waining now. I was about to start carving when the door slid upwards. What stood before me was an elevator. Weird that the door slip up but whatever. I smiled widely quickly scrambling into the plain silver elevator. I sighed in relief as I looked over to the left seeing a panel of a couple of buttons, clicking the button to close the elevator doors. I then leaned back against the elevator wall. Feeling a sense of peace wash over me, I felt safe.

looking over to the right side that seemed to have only two buttons. I tilted my head in confusion clicking the button that had an arrow pointing upwards. While the other button was an arrow pointing downwards. Shaking off my curiosity I sat back down looking up at the screen that rested up above the silver metal door. Counting number that I had no clue where about. If there were only two buttons how could there be so many floors? I breathed quietly as I felt the elevator lift me up gently.

I remembered when I was small and my parents would always take me to places on the weekends, and on breaks. I would constantly take it for granted. ‘I wonder how they’re doing now… I wonder if they’re happy… without me… are they still alive?’I wondered too myself as the elevator rose up smoothly. My parents and I would always go shopping or take me to theme parks and I would always complain “Why are you bringing me? I didn’t even want to come!”I would whine and sometimes even have a tantrum being a little kid. But as I got older I would say the same thing minus the tantrum of course. I would normally just have a look of disdain etched on my face.

And they would tell me because they “wanted to spend time with me”. . . and I continued to push them away… and now they’re gone… I have nothing… I am nothing… but…

I can make a difference… I can fix this Wasteland with a new order… It’s the least I could do… I had too… or else I would be… as I always say. . . useless. . .

The silver metal door slid upwards as a bell dinged prompting a mare's voice to came on. “Ground Zero,” She spoke in a monotone voice. Slowly getting up from my sitting position to walk out. The room I entered was dark and quiet not wanting to be surprised by a sneak attack I activated the light from my ‘pip-fuck’ as I called it that because I just couldn’t seem to see shit in this darkness and because I despised it so much. The room was filled to the brim with metal box-shaped crates. I then again saw the same insignia with the two crosses again. I rolled my eyes in annoyance having the name on the tip of my tongue but I just couldn’t seem to say it or remember? But then I did at the same time? Weird.

I walked around aimlessly for a couple of minutes until I came across a door. With a relieved smile I tried the handle to find it locked. It didn’t seem to have a keypad this time or a keycard reader so I did the only logical thing…

***Later***

A loud metallic clang slammed against the ground as I slipped right into the outside room only to find out that I was now in a pitch black stairwell. Well, it would have been if I didn’t have my lucky pip-fuck with me. I climbed up the stairs really wanting to get out of here. Lucky enough I only had to go up for a couple of seconds to find that there was a door. . . again. . . I sighed loudly just before throwing my head back letting out a scream of frustration.

***Much Later***

I slipped through the new hole in the door feeling my magic numb as I had pretty much wasted it cutting my way through all those blasted doors! But this time I had entered into a room that had. . . windows. . . I never thought I would be so happy to see a stupid window in my life. I smiled as the sun rays rained down on me. I ran up to the window closing my eyes as I bathed in the rays of golden light. I hummed to myself as my tail swished happily missing the sun's light.

I didn’t know what it was but the sun just made me feel. . . well. . . better! It was like if God was looking down at me telling me everything was going to be alright. I was once the image of him. . . not like the rest of these ponys, dragons, griffons, or even mutants. This place wasn’t really my home at all.

After taking a couple of minutes to soak up the light of hope. I made my way out to the only twin doors leading me to another corridor, but this time there were raiders standing guard. One on my right and left. Standing to the side of the doors like royal guards would have. I seemed to have sneaked in behind them somehow? They both jumped spooked by my sudden appearance I was just about to pull out my knife. Before they both blurted out.

“Holy crap! You’re the mare that was set on fire!” The raider on the right blurted out as his friend on the left followed suit.

“You didn’t scream either! And how the hell did you even get passed us!?” He said with his left eye twitching.

I gave them both a blank stare soaking up the obvious information processing it like an Intel processor. Before smiling coyly. “Well I’m the raider leader where I come from,” I said with pride in my voice. Even though my raiders were most likely all dead. Me having killed them no. . . slaughtered them all.

They both stared at me wide-eyed while I continued to nod my head in confirmation. “So you’re here to take over or what?” The raider on the right asked nervously shifting in place believing that I 'was' a raider leader. He was pretty much below my tier. Which was true I was a raider 'leader'.

“Well, I’m Radiant Shine The Destroyer Of Dick,” I said dramatically with a serious face before rolling both of my eyes. Then doing an exaggerated mane toss. The two raider stallions looked over at each other confused by my ‘name’ and the sarcastic title. I pretty much mind fucked these uneducated idiots. “Where am I by the way?” I asked mentally chiding myself for messing around and not doing something useful like gathering information. Stupidity on my part I know.

The one on the left was being more helpful as he answered me quickly. “Your at Rusted Chanel,” He said nodding his head vigorously with a twisted smile that brought a smile to my face. I just thought it was so cute. By how retarded he looked.

While his friend or companion corrected him. “It’s Rusted Channel you,” He said shaking his head. “I’m Red Blood and that. . .” He pointed to the guard on the left. “That is Red Skillet because of his stupidity,”

“He-heh you care!” Red Skillet on the left of me said with a raider like chuckle.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes again ‘he didn’t even say it right. It should have been ‘heh-heh’ dumbass. . .’ “Alright I need raider barding stat!” I shouted wanting to get on with it, and get the hell out of here. Hopefully getting a bonus of raider followers too.

We went down several narrow corridors passing some guards along the way. They seemed to stare in shock at me before going back to their angry raider expressions that looked laughable in my opinion. Probably wondering how I even got passed them or they saw me ‘burn in the PITT’ without screaming, and thought it was commendable? We then walked through what looked to be a town of raiders. They seemed to be going about their business. Some would chat others would fight each other for chems and other stupid reasons.

We walked through the raider looking marketplace which had only the shit weapons on display while they had armored raiders watching the stores with heavy weapons for intimidation. While the poor amateur raider traders had everything good on sale. As they eyed everyone suspiciously with a twin double barrel out pointing at each and every potential customer.

I was getting a lot of stares by raiders when we passed by. They would often narrow their eyes towards me while they brushed their weapons trying to threaten me. I shrugged them off seeing them as lesser raiders. I was the top dog where I came from. If I could survive a mutiny I could survive a couple of wild savages. Though I don’t consider any a savage strangely enough. Even if I do I don’t really believe it in my heart. A raider with a heart? Laughable!

Some raider children would look at me oddly. I would wave a hoof at them with a kind smile which would scare them off. They would go wide-eyed and take off running. Looking all around I felt pretty much at home. I saw raiders arguing some even rutting in the streets. Which was always fun to research. . .

We walked into a building that was made out of junkyard scrap metal plates. I walked in with Blood and Skillet. I didn’t bother to call them red because it felt repetitive. Walking into the store it had three rows of objects laid out in dirty looking glass casings that seemed to be bulletproof. Inside the casings were clothes neatly stacked nicely. My mare brain almost exploded looking at all of the clothes. I pressed my face against a casing that had black lightweight combat armor.

The case said that it was enchanted to be waterproof and much stronger against bullets and flameproof. . . but that was probably a lie. . . it was more than likely resistant than actual ‘proof’.

“Ahem,” I heard an elderly mare’s voice coming from behind me across the room. I Jolted straight up like a cat that just got scared minus the fact that I didn’t make a single sound. I did a quick spin to see a mare with a dark green mane and a grey coat. Her hair seemed to be prepped and taken care of. “See something you like?” She asked with a raised brow opening my mouth to say something only for her to beat me too it. “Ah know you do,” She said as she came from behind the counter slowly walking up beside me. Her movements were so fluid she practically placed me into a trance.

I slowly turned back to the lightweight combat armor that was colored black. She tapped the casing lightly. “This hear is. . . well. . . it serves’ well. . . made it mahself,” The mare said with pride in her voice as she examined the armor alongside me.

The two stallions that accompanied me looked at each other before smacking themselves on the head. “We were supposed to be guarding!” They then both quickly scrambled out the door. I didn’t care though. They meant nothing to me.

“How much for this piece of art?” I asked trying to sway her in my favor so I could possibly get a discount on enchanted armor. She turned her head to face me as she smiled.

“400 caps,” she said with a toothy already holding out a hoof expectantly. I frowned at that price. Sure I could buy it. . . but that was ‘A LOT!’ of caps that could be better used elsewhere. . . like watching strippers.

“I’m sorry but I don’t have that kind of money,” I lied with a sad look on my face trying to manipulate her hoping she even had a heart.

She still continued to smile before turning away from me starting to walk away from the casing heading on over back behind the counter. “Ahm so very sorry to hear that. What’re you even goin’ to do anyway’?” She asked placing her elbows on the counter as she rested her face on her hooves staring right over back at me.

“To save the Wasteland. . . but not in the way most want me too,” I said not really thinking about it. I wasn’t going to bring what most would want. . . I would bring what must be done.

She laughed behind the counter her smile continued to brighten. “And what’re you planning ta' do?” She asked as I stared down at the armor in deep thought.

“Well, to tell you the truth. I don’t actually know,” I said honestly running a hoof through my mane. I really needed a bath. It has just been so long. . . even if I was relatively clean compared to everypony else. “Anything else you have that's cheaper and can protect?” I asked with a hopeful smile.

“Ah’ve got plenty of Leather Armor if that’s what youre’ asken,” She said with a smile prompting to sigh in disappointment. Knowing that there was nothing special in this store. I bought a set of Leather Armor for around 27 caps. I was cheap and so was my armor but it would hopefully help me blend in.

Before I left the store I checked myself out with a mirror staring deeply into the image within. Staring back at me was a raider. I pressed a hoof into the cracked glass. The dirty mirror just amplified this feeling of dread inside of me. I licked my dry lips as my double stared back at me with sad filled eyes. I sighed walking out of the old raider mare’s store.

As I walked alone continuing to get stares from raiders all around me. I was genuinely surprised that there were only ponies and no other species. Actually, now that I look around their only seems to be earth ponies and unicorns walking about. Where were the pegasi? I looked around for about an hour bored until I heard a ruckus. No one else seemed to mind what was happening inside of a dark alleyway. Me being curious checked because I wasn’t scared of anything. . . or not at the moment anyway. . .

I turned the light on my pip-fuck to see a little colt with a pitch black coat with a red mane and tail being held down. By a stallion who held a knife clenched tightly in his jaws. “Who, the hell turned on the lights!?” The stallion with a disgusting brown coat asked as he spits the knife out in surprise. His back was littered with scars. That left the gray damaged skin on his back.

“Get off me!” The colt screamed spreading his wings wide. Taking me back by surprise not noticing before that he had wings at all. That’s how dark his coat was. The colt then latched his teeth onto the stallion’s forehoof. Sinking in his fangs into the stallion tender flesh. The stallion cried out; going to throw a punch to the colt, but only for me to grab his raised arm. The stallion looked back up at me with tears in his eyes. I did the only reasonable thing.

I broke his arm. He let out a blood-curdling scream before I grabbed his mane with a hoof and bashed his face against a trash can repeatedly. Until his face was fucked beyond recognition. Panting letting go of the raider’s head his face slapping against the dirt filled floor that was now mixed with blood.

I looked down at the little bat colt, and he looked back up at me. With a look of awe on his features. His little jaw hung in astonishment while his eyes grew gradually. While trickles of blood dribbled down his lower lip as time seemed to stand still. “A-are you-u an angel?” He stuttered while I slowly smiled towards him for the compliment. His eyes were slitted telling me what he was. Including his wings how different they were from mine.

“Yes, yes I am,” I whispered as I sat down with the colt in the dark alleyway. Turning off the light from my pip-fuck. Sitting at the very back together. I lifted him up making him squeak in surprise placing him on my lap. I was about to say something else, but then I heard a cardboard box began moving. I was about to reach for my knife until to see two more small pairs of slitted eyes. I smiled ushering for them to come out with a hoof quietly.

They hesitated because of me being a stranger and all. Then they looked to see me holding the bat colt unharmed. They both came out slowly still just as cautious both being young bat fillys. One seemed to be very young probably the age five while the other filly was probably eight, and the colt looked to be about nine. They all rested on my lap looking up at me. I continued to look down at them with a smile. Slowly closing my wings around them. “Sleep my little babies,” I said shutting them off from the outside world for just a night. It was the least I could do. . . I didn't have a heart. . . I just had to do it. . .

*****

I didn’t know why I helped those three bat pups. But something just pulled at my heartstrings seeing them all huddled together. Maybe it was the colt in trouble. Or that all three of them seemed to be a family. Sadly I had to leave them to their own devices. I couldn’t support them here in the Wasteland. I didn’t have a base like last time or a home. I left that all behind me after I sacrificed almost all my magic for her. . . I left those three pups with some caps but not a whole lot. I was cheap that way, and because if they got mugged those mountains of caps would have been for nothing. Besides giving weaklings caps would make them a huge target.

Walking through the streets of this raider like metropolis. I did the only sensible thing. Walking into a bar with a mighty slam. The saloon doors slamming against the walls. Feeling like an idiot right after. Getting the attention of the whole bar. The only reason why I did it was because I saw it happen in lots of movies when I was younger. I strode in like I owned the place trying to gauge reactions. I loved reactions, it was always fun not knowing what kind you would get next, but was also dangerous at the same time. Reactions were always a gamble.

What I got were a bunch of stares watching me walk on over to the bar. Even a few whistles from a couple of stallions and even one mare at the back of the bar. Some were playing a game of cards as they watched me walk by. One pony even took the advantage of his buddy's distraction slipping a card from his sleeve into his hoof giving me a wink. I winked back making his face heat up. Not suspecting me to wink back. Some raiders were cleaning and sharpen their blades as they drank down their hard liquor. Because supposedly the 'weak' liquor was for pussies. But I drink the weak shit to enjoy it thanky you very much!

I walked backward until I sat on the stool. Looking back at all the occupants with a smug smile plastered on my muzzle. I did a small spin on the rotating head of the stool to see the bartender cleaning a glass nonchalantly at my sudden appearance.

The bartender was a jet black stallion with a white mustache and white mane. I had to snort as I held back my laughter going teary-eyed. “Anything you fancy?” He asked slowly looking up at me. Taking his gaze away from the glass he was currently cleaning “We got the finest beverages around that are freshly made,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

‘Alright if this stallion actually made his own liquor then I will give credit where it was due.’ “Well. . . I would like to buy some in a bottle actually,” I said wanting to store some away for later.

“Oh? And will that be all?” He asked inquiring. I smacked my lips together thinking about it looking over the selection over the bar. Only seeing a select few tonics I remembered but no wine. Yup, I was a wine girl. I'm not tasteless or anything. But I was really dying for a beverage right about now.

I looked back to the bartender. “I’m sorry, but do you have any wine in stock?” I asked with a kind smile. Taking the bartender aback by my attitude and mannerism. In all honesty, I was shaking scared on the inside. I usually. . . okay almost. . . always! I always had someone else do the talking for me. Even as a raider leader I always feared my own. Scared of get backstabbed like Caesar by even my closest friend. I didn’t trust anyone. I would always question myself why I was still holding onto my life. When I really had nothing left. . .

The earth pony bartender looked under the bar searching for quite some time. Just as a pony sat beside me. Without looking I said, “So what’s your poison?” I asked wanting whoever it was to answer. Trying to give me the advantage of the conversation. So they would most likely to answer giving me power where the conversation would flow to next.

“P-p-poison?” The stallion beside me stuttered. Making me roll my eyes at the uneducated fuck.

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I asked dryly resting my head on a hoof to look at the stallion beside me. He nodded his head vigorously. Making me sigh at his stupidity. So I decided to toy with him. “S.O space W.H.A.T.S space Y.O.U.R space P.O.I.S.O.N. Question Mark?” I asked sarcastically with a toothy smile.

The stallion stared at me with a dumbfounded expression as his jaw hung at my bluntness. “N-n-no! T-that's not what I meant!” He stuttered out a few time making me burst out laughing.

“So what’s your drink?” I asked again so he could understand as I was laughing lightly now. I waved my hoof at all the drinks behind the bar. Turning his attention to all the drinks.

“O-oh,” He cleared his throat before speaking again. I examined the dumbass closely. He looked to be a pristine looking stallion. His coat and mane seemed to have been recently washed making me raise a brow at his appearance. His mane was slightly messy but still a bit glossy. He had a purple mane to be exact and tail with two stripes of orange running through it. He also had a green coat and he even had this large greenhorn. Well. . . you know what they say about large things. . . Making me want to laugh at the stupid combination of colors in my opinion anyway.

His barding was a whole different story consisting of numerous bullets holes. That shit didn't look to have any protection left! Being a chewed up mess riddled with holes. “Well?” I asked with outstretched hooves as I sat up straight in my stool.

“Oh. . . ! uhhh. . . that one,” he said with uncertainty pointing over at a low shelf. I looked over to what he was pointing with interest. Until I saw what it was. It was a bottle of ‘Sparkle Cola’. I tilted my head at the drinks name. 'Shouldn't it have been Nuka Cola?' ‘I’ve seen that before’ The lettering the wording I remember that. . . ‘but from where?’ I questioned myself. Just as the bartender slammed down the glass bottle of alcohol.

“Sorry didn’t have any wine. . .” The bartender said with a sad sigh. Seeming to be sad not getting what I had asked for. Well, he should be sad!

“That is fine,” I said with elegance once again catching him off guard. Expecting me to lash out at him and blame him. Which I did. “Thanks for the drink,” I said reaching into my barding and tossing out a small sack of 15 caps. “Keep the change,” I said with a wink. Looking back over to the stallion beside me with a smile. “Name little colt?” I asked with a toothy smile making him shy away from me in his stool.

“Wish View,” He said rubbing the back of his head with a hoof. Letting out a nervous chuckle.

“I’m RS,” I said using an acronym or an abbreviation; ‘weren’t they the same thing?’ He blinked several times muttering my ‘name’ under his breath. Saving it in his memory. “Don’t you mean ‘W-w-w-wish VIEW’!” I mocked him bursting out into a fit of laughter making him turn redder than a tomato with all my teasing.

“T-that’s not f-fuun-n-n-nny! He stuttered out with an angry expression crossing over his features making me only laugh harder. We were starting to get all the attention back again. Or I was just starting to notice being watched? Or had I forgotten that we weren’t the only ones here. That’s what happens when you get too comfortable.

I continued to mess with him just to make myself feel better. “S-s-s-sure is!” I mocked even exaggerated it by twitching my eyes in tune with my stuttering. I looked like a bloody broken record player by this point.

He turned away from me asking the bartender for the Sparkle-Cola. It reminded me of the unicorn Twilight Sparkle but that was all. I had this nagging feeling on the back of my mind telling me. . . clawing, screaming what it was, but I just didn’t seem to remember what it was at the moment.

“RS? What kind of name is that?” He asked confused as he popped the cap off the Sparkle-Cola. Leaving it on the counter.

“It’s my name don’t question it,” I said with a kind smile telling a half-truth because technically it was my name. My eyes would occasionally glance at the bottle cap on the bar. “You going to keep that?” I asked him pointing towards it with a hoof without taking my eyes off the lonely bottle cap.

“No, why?” He said with a confused look on his face. Without hesitation I just as I snatched the bottle cap up.

“Thank you, kind sir,” I said inspecting the cap as if it was a diamond in my hoof. Before I pocketed into my mane like a slot machine. There was even a metal clinking sound effect.

He gave me a weird look opening his mouth slowly. “Okay. . . ?” He said a bit weirded out by my speed. I didn’t want anyone taking it before I could.

‘First come, first served’ I thought quietly just before he began speaking again.

“Do you know where I can find One-Eyed Lat?” He asked me with a slight tilt of his head hesitantly taking a sip of his drink. Levitating his Sparkle-Cola up to his thirsty lips.

I then grabbed my bottle of liquor stuffing it into my mane. Getting a weirded out look from Wish View. “One-Eyed Lat?!” I burst out laughing at the stupid sounding name.

“That’s not funny! He’s a well-known raider!” Wish view hissed in a low voice looking around at the other raiders in the bar. Who seemed to have taken interest in our conversation.

I brushed my mane with a hoof. “He’s not well known if I never heard of him! You’re funny kid!” I said punching him on the shoulder. My hoof made a squeaky sound on impact. Making him look down at his shoulder in confusion. Starting to prod his own shoulder in confusion. “Anyway, why you looking for a well known raider? Shouldn’t you want to be putting distance between any raider? Unless you’re trying to become. . . the very best that no one ever was! Dun dun dun-nun!” I sang dumbly with a dopey smile.

He looked back up to meet my happy go lucky facade. “He took something from me. . .” he trailed off lamely; pique my curiosity.

“Oh? And what might that be?” I asked fluttering my eyelashes at him leaning towards him. Making him lean back in his stool away from me. Making his face turn crimson red. Then I leaned back closing my eyes with a smirk gracing my lips. “Oh, I know. . .” I slowly opened my eyes as my smirk grew into a wide smile. “He ran into your room and yelled “boonk gang!” and stole your anal virginity before running off!” I enthusiastically before I burst out laughing no one else in the bar seemed to share my enthusiasm and didn’t get my joke. "Screaming out 'A whole lotta raider shit'!" I made fun of Wish View.

“Wha?” He said with mouth agape. “That didn’t happen!” He shouted embarrassed at my accusation and messed up imagination.

I only closed my eyes raising my hooves up passively at his aggression shrugging him off. “Maybe it didn’t. . . maybe it did. . .” I said hearing him growl. Before slowly opening my eyes to look him in the eye and get serious. “And what did this guy take? Hmm. . .” I asked with a hard look in my eyes. Making the Wish View gulp nervously.

“H-he t-t-took my p-pip-buck!” He blurted out as he looked down at mine. “Why does yours look weird?” He asked as he grabbed my foreleg that had mypip-fuckwithout my consent.

“Hey!?” I blurted out slapping him with my free foreleg.“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!” I screamed grabbing him by the throat completely losing my shit. The whole bar went dead silent with the bartender hiding under the bar. I glared down at the Wish View. I took a quick scan around the quiet bar with my searching eyes. To see everypony watching me. I coughed into my hoof. “Yeah, don’t touch me or you’ll regret it. . .” I warned, calming myself down filled with embarrassment with my actions, but I didn’t show it. Hiding my emotions I was good at that. It was all apart of being charismatic only showing what you wanted to show.

“S-sorry. . .” He said looking away ashamed. “Yours just looks different. . . your’s is slimmer. . .” He trailed off noticing my wings. My pip-boy or uh. . . Whatever you want to call it was a special gift. It was white just like my coat with a gold trimming to it to match my blonde mane and tail. It was slimmer for my pegasi uses and because I stayed fit. . . overly using the V.A.T.S. it began to use up my body mass as fuel. Only if I use it low on the energy, of course, you will have to wait for it to recharge. Only negative drawbacks if I force the use. But that’s what the magical horns were for. To counteract the drawbacks. To use the magic as a shield to help protect my body from the side effects.

I gave him a deadpan stare. “No shit sherlock do I look fat to you?” I asked spreading my arms open wide.

“N-n. . . no!” He said nervously as he began to apologize for some reason feeling like he offended me.

‘This guy’s an idiot’ I thought quietly to myself. He continued to apologize until I socked him out of his stool. My forehoof making a squeaking sound on impact. “Will you just shut the buck up already!?” I said annoyed. All that magic spent I was pretty weak right now.

“And I would like your payment,” The bartender said behind the counter with an annoyed glare directed at Wish View. The bartender was obviously taking side with me since I had been kind to him. And he was right in that regard. I had no beef with the bartender besides his funny looking color scheme.

‘LOL’

Then Wish View did the only reasonable thing reaching into his barding. Everyone in the bar got uneasy as some of the raiders slowly reached for their guns. I just narrowed my eyes cautiously ready to use V.A.T.S at a moments notice. But what surprised me was what he pulled out. I doubled over laughing as I too fell out of my stool. The bartender raised a brow taking the pre-war money with him. The stupid idiot traded bits for a sparkle cola.

“Is that all *breath* all *breath* you had!? No *breath* caps or what?” I laughed hard rolling around in laughter. I could almost swear I felt someone laughing with me. “I actually can’t believe he accepted your worthless coins! You should feel lucky!” I said slowly regaining my composure. Yeah… I sometimes laugh at things that aren’t even funny to others but it is to me. Being lonely would do that to you… I slowly got up. “Alright I’ll help yeah,” I chirped enthusiastically.

“Really!?” He said enthusiastically a huge smile forming on his face. Before I began to walk away with a grumpy expression on my face not really caring. Walking towards the twin saloon doors. “Hey! I really need your help!” He blurted out. Then looking around the bar getting a bunch of unwanted stares. He gulped running up close until he was beside me. “I need my pip-buck back!” He told me in a harsh whisper following me out.

“And why me?” I asked once we got outside. Turning to face him with an annoyed side glance. “What makes me so goddamn special huh?” I really just wanted to hear what he had to say. I just didn’t want him to know that. That how charisma works. . . well. . . that’s my strategy anyway.

“Your the only one who can help me rescue my friends. . .” he trailed off lamely.

My thoughts started to race quickly. 'I can help this idiot. Would it even be worth it? He needs me more than anything right now. He could be killed any moment. Should I even care? I can be a hero! Maybe. . . I could squeeze money out of him?. . . but then again he probably doesn’t even know that bottle caps are currency here. . .’

“Ummm hello?” He asked waving a hoof over my eyes. Making me shake my head exiting my deep thought process.

“Well, do you know what bottle caps are?” I asked going to give him a quick pop quiz. With one question mind you.

He blinked at me in confusion thinking my question was so random. He might have even been right. He gave me a confused expression slowly nodding his head. “Uh. . . yeah. . . they keep the carbon dioxide in the soda bottle? Or something along those lines,” He answered half-assed.

“No bottle caps are money here. . . currency. . . in the Wasteland dumbass!” I said barring my teeth at him threateningly making him shy away from me. I was actually surprised that he even found me intimidating at all. I only said money and currency testing his vocabulary skills. I wanted to gauge his retardo levels. “If you want to live like a king. You need bottle caps,” I explained nodding my head in confirmation. With a cute straight face. I looked softer than intimidating which was bad. Curse you looks!

“So. . . I gave you some of my money without even realizing that!?” He blurted out in shock. Before he started beating himself over it. Pacing right in front of me as he muttered insults to himself. Making me smile at his stupidity.

‘I could ransack him dry just knowing how weak minded he was.’ “So about your friends?” I asked giving him a cheeky grin as a motioned my right hoof about in a 'continue' gesture.

Wish View quickly snapped out of his trance his mane whipping as he rushed over to me with widened eyes. “Yes! Yes! I almost forgot! I need your help. . . !” He then gave me a quick once-over. “You can fight right?” He now asked skeptical his eyes searching me quizzically.

My mouth forming a thin line as my eyes bore into his very soul. “Say that again,” I dared him stomping a hoof in the ground. Making dirt fly into the air. He took the hint not to ask. Which surprised me yet again. This guy either feared mares or he was just a pussy.

“Y-y-yup! You c-can definitely fight!” He squeaked like a little filly. It was fun scaring the shit out of stallions.

“Now. . . what’s with this raider guy? Why did he take your friends and you pip-boy?” I asked getting a confused look. “What? Hit a nerve?” I asked as we began to walk side by side.

“It’s. . . pronounced pip-buck not pip-boy. . .” He finished matter factly. Rolling my eyes in annoyance literally about to snap. . . matter of FACTLY!

“So details mission!? Raider asshole!? Your friends!?” I snapped because about three seconds passed by without his saying shit. I swiftly turned to face him roughly shoving him into a wall of a store. Getting a lot of attention by the passersby's. “Do you want your friends to die with all of this bullshit stalling you’re doing!? Huh!? Well, answer me, boy!” I screamed in his face. Giving him a real hard slap using my magic to do so. I was far too weak to do that on my own accord.

He gave me a fearful look quickly sputtering out. “I sort of kinda broke into his territory by accident! And he captured my friends but I got lucky and got away!” He squeaked slamming his eyes shut turning his head away from me. I eased up not wanting to break him this early and this easy. There would be no big reward doing that. I had to aim high to hit high.

I slowly nodded my head. “Alright. . . so. . . what’s the reward?” I asked in a low calm voice. Slapping him was satisfying by blowing some steam off.

“R-r-reward?” Wish View stuttered out making me sigh looking down at the dirt floor.

“Nothing is free here in the Wasteland. Everything has a price,” I said slowly looking back at him to meet his gaze.

“Uh. . . well. . . my friends have lots of. . . uh. . . caps. . .” He said rubbing his foreleg nervously. “And. . . well. . . my friend Scarlet has this cool pistol. . . maybe you could have it for saving them?” He asked nervously starting to sweat bullets fearing that I would refuse such a crude offer.

My eyes practically grew sparkling like an excited filly. Hearing about a custom pistol. That could possibly be mine. And that I could add it to my collection that I had acquired over the years. Most I didn’t even use. Having no direction or anything better to do I. . . agreed. . . “That pistol is mine!” I said grabbing him by the shoulders. “Now where is this sonofabitch!?” I said with my best raider smile I could muster scaring the crap out of him when it came out naturally. He shakily pointed as I started trotting in the direction he pointed out. He quickly trotted beside me trying not to get left behind.

I might have been a weak pegasus. But I was faster and more magically enhanced than the rest of the pony races. But it always came at a dark price. . .

***Hours Later***

I slowly raised my head up from behind a giant gray boulder. My eyes squinted with an intense gaze. My eyes shifted rapidly scanning the area like a hawk but in this case, a pegasus. Seeing the beautiful decoration that consisted of; rust filled metals covered with blood red colors decorating the surroundings. I smiled seeing a raider walking around a small fire pit. Talking to his raider friends as they laughed around socializing around the small fire pit. That was positioned right in front of the two double doors that led into a one-story building. It looked to be built quite cheaply made out of; gray concrete cinder blocks. There didn’t seem to be any patrols around here, and there also didn’t seem to be any snipers around here. Which made things hell of a lot easier.

“Psst. . . what do you see?” Wish View whispered beside me anxiously. His green coat camouflage nicely with the color of the Wasteland’s dirt floor. . . I just wanted to beat his disgusting coat into the ground for not shutting the fuck up; making me lose my concentration. ‘He has evolved nicely. Or I could convert him into one of my raiders. They are all so annoying’

I ducked down out of exposure area behind the gray boulder turning back around to face him. “I see a stupid colt questioning my authority. Shut up or your friends die numbnuts,” I explained with an innocent smile that sent shivers down his spine. I could tell by the scared look in his eyes. He was so naive and fresh it made me question where he came from. It made me very curious just to know. “I don’t even need to be helping you. I can just kill you and your friends and those raiders and I 'can' take what I want, when I want,” I said swishing my tail behind me with half-lidded eyes.

I was trying to get into his head. Cementing my terrifying presence into his weak naive mind. It was all a mind game. First impressions matter the most when you want to use them for your own personal gain. This was my time to implant the seeds of self-doubt into his mind. I was weakening his mental state of mind. This would all play a vital role for me later. Unless he is dead. . . Then all of my progress would have been for nothing.

He stared at me with a terrified expression on his face. “S-s-sorry!” He stuttered out quietly in a whisper. Making me giggle at his reaction acting casual causing him feel more uncomfortable being so close to me. I pulled out a .32 pistol from my mane as the spinning wheel that held the bullets came out. I called it the ‘circle of life’; because when you insert a bullet inside. It was the birth of waiting fire and metal. Which now gave you the power to end a life. . . if that makes sense. . .well. . . I’m a raider so I might not be that smart. . . and I’m blonde. . . most things I say don’t make sense coming out of my mouth anyways.

Wish View pulled out a standard 10mm pistol short for ‘10 millimeter’. He put a fresh mag into his gun as he cocked the slide back with his magic. Holding it steadily in front of him while he faced me. I knew he wouldn’t turn on me because he needed me more than I needed him, and he was a pussy. . . “Follow my lead. . . and don’t get in my way or you’ll die little Wish View. . .” I said with my cocky raider smile. He slowly nodded his head while I nodded enthusiastically back at him. Wish View continued to give me a nervous glance. Yeah, I wasn’t making things easy for him.

I stood on my hind legs leaning back out of cover to the left; so that I could poke my head out of the rock cover. I didn’t scout the back so there could be more raiders waiting for us inside and back. But being as experienced as I was. . . I wasn’t scared, and I had my favorite gun in my hooves. . . ‘sarcasm at it’s finest people’. Oh, yeah did I forget to mention I can hold objects with my hooves? With the cost of magic; of, course but the strain wasn't high enough to strain myself out. It was like using the same equivalent to fly. ‘Like your mom!’ I chuckled to myself at my weak joke. Doing a quick reconnaissance of the layout before striking with a light assault. No strategy no nothing, just running straight into the fight. Just like a true Raider. Straight ahead of me was a wide open area. These raiders didn't even implement a standard chained fence. Not that it would have slowed me down anyway. Having wings and all. I got very close to them quickly. I was actually surprised that I didn’t get spotted by no-.

*Bang!*

My eyes widened as a bullet struck the ground beneath me. Spraying dirt onto my legs. Forcing me to roll behind another rock separating me away from Wish View who was traveling behind me. Just as I was looking back another shot was fired onto the boulder that I was now using as cover. The bullet struck right beside my face hitting the medium sized gray boulder right beside me. My face got peppered with small pieces of rock. . . 'would it even be called small rocks? Uh. . . debris? Pieces?’ My mind went into overdrive slamming my eyes shut doing a quick combat roll to the side throwing myself out of cover. My heart rate sped up slowly opening my eyes to see everything move in slow motion. Enhancing your body can be exciting and dangerous but I fixed 'most' of the bugs so I should be good. Quick to examine the area with the raiders spilling out and about like ants.

Now you’re probably wondering why I just didn’t use V.A.T.S. Well, that’s because I liked to do things myself personally. I didn't like to hide behind a machine.If you want something done, you do it yourself. I would only rely on V.A.T.S if I was in desperate need of help, and out of energy and my magic.

The only way I could hold a gun, with a finger guard and fire it was because; I used magic. Let me explain. . . I hunt unicorns for their horns. Then convert the energy into my being, after that, I grab hold of the object by wrapping an aura around the weapon almost similar to a unicorn. But you know me being a pegasus I don't have a horn to transmit magic, like a fucking Wi-Fi router. Except my aura is invisible to the naked eye, which makes me look ridiculous when I hold a gun oddly in my hooves.

My eyes shifted between enemies. I have about five shots for this shitty thing, but against raiders, this low in IQ this should be a walk in the park. . . if there were any parks still around anyway. Directly in front of me were three raider stallions in the standard raider barding. The had scraps of metal and leather stuck welded together. It looked ridiculous in my opinion. They all smiled gleefully while I had an intense look of focus on my face. They each were equipped with metal clubs of sorts. One was once part of a stop sign. While another was just a shiny metal pipe. The last one had a golf club. They each held their own weapon tightly in their jaws.

Off in the somewhat distance, there were two more raiders on the roof that seemed to have been mares, but I couldn’t tell with their faces being covered with some weird ass masks. Those two came out of nowhere! They were skinny and frail. They reminded me of slavers. . . I love those guys! Good for business and good for the soul. They both had hunting rifles aimed towards me with another bullet slowly moving its way towards me. I tilted my head to the side as the bullet whizzed past me. Missing me by inches. They weren’t going to take me down that easily. 'So they were the one firing at me' I thought quickly to myself.

But what I did use my pip-fuck for was to listen to music.

Since I was pretty much in intense focus mode; I used the V.A.T.S function to have the music in sync with me. So the music would sound like it was playing normally to me. But to others, it would be a quick garbled mess. So, yeah. . . pretty cool for me, but not for those who were around me. My pip-fuck was special in its own fucked up way. Having been specially made for me. . .

I fired three quick shots sweeping my gun left to right. Hitting each of the three raider stallions that had metal clubs of sorts. Getting them all right between the eyes. Being trained by a dragon would do that to you. That training being; less than 5 minutes. but having a great teacher and being a good listener getting hooves on experience. though I would have to say the speed that everything was in was the major factor.

I smiled when an earth pony raider mare pushed the buildings front doors open. Seeing the doors move in slow motion. Exiting the old cheap looking building where Wish View’s friends were being held. She had a pipe pistol held tightly in her mouth. Getting a quick once over examining her. She had a yellow messy mane and a bright orange coat that seen better days. Being matted with blood and gore she wore; armor that was made out of cutie mark trophies I could only presume. I didn't bother doing that because I was markless and usually covered my flanks in embarrassment. Because I didn't have a cutie mark. Her cutie mark was exposed that seemed to have been ripped to shreds then having been healed but was heavily scarred which made me shiver in disgust. Her cutie mark was barely recognizable I didn’t like scars. It made people look ugly. Showing people who saw your scars telling them you experienced something. All scars tell a story. I’m pretty sure I said that sounding lame. . . yeah, whatever! What do you expect from a raider? A damn history lesson!?

Finally looking up at the two rifle raiders on the roof. Seeing two more bullets whizzing a little to close for my liking. I rolled to the side in what seemed to be normal speed while it would have looked incredibly fast for them. Being a pegasus had its perks. Being agile as fuck and now being magically enhanced. Yeah. . . I need to be put down before I take over the world. . . I do get power hungry sometimes. I fired two shots at the two ‘snipers’ though they had rifles. I still think it’s valid in this situation. They’re sharpshooters by the way. Either they were good at shooting or pointing their weapon at me. . . wait isn’t that the same thing?

The two snipers drew back into cover hiding together as there wasn’t much cover on the roof beside a table that they were slowly flipping over. I rolled my eyes at their foolishness, but first I needed to kill this cutie mark hunter looking ass pony.

I looked back down to face her she didn’t hesitate or bother to ask questions. She fired her automatic pipe pistol while it rattled violently in her mouth from the recoil. The hot pieces of metal flying towards me. I quickly spread my wings before propelling myself into the air. Everything went back to normal speed.

I started to feel my head pounding; feeling as if somepony was putting both of their hooves on my forehead and was pushing all their weight down on me. “Stupid headache!” I cursed gaining altitude dodging the barrage of bullets from her shitty gun.

I swooped and twirled in the air going higher to make it harder for them to shoot me out of the sky. The two snipers began to once again open fire on me. I could hear the whistles the bullets made as they passed by me missing by inches. I was about to swoop down and kamikaze them just when Wish View popped out of cover opening fire on the two snipers. Whoso foolishly, in turn, popped out of cover firing with their hunting rifles held in their magic back at him. But he got the attention of the cutie mark hunter pony. I didn’t care though. He didn’t have my prize. His friend Scarlet did, but having him alive would give me a higher chance of obtaining the weapon peacefully; but what was the fun in that?

The two snipers took cover crouching low as they continued to fire at me getting behind cover. I growled having a bullet hit my side. Getting lucky that it hit the leather and that their guns were total dog shit. Not bullet notable to go through. It still hurt, but the now boiling anger made me let out a war cry at their stupidity for pissing me off. I rushed towards them in a dive bomb scaring them by how fast I was moving towards them. Thank you gravity. Screaming bloody murder with a deep hatred in my eyes. They couldn’t seem to focus their magic on their guns dropping their weapons in fear. Beginning to run towards the roof access door. This place was weird having been made out of concrete cinder blocks. . .

They rushed towards the metal door trying to get inside I pulled out my empty pistol spearing it into one of them. It wasn’t sharp but the momentum was enough to help plunge the barrel into her back. She let out a pained scream as some of her flesh filled up the small barrel. Stupid science and volume. . . and stuff. . .

She collapsed on the roof with me roughly on her back using her as a pillow to soften the blow. I twisted the barrel like one would do with a knife. Hearing her cry out as her flesh twisted by my actions. Making a sadistic grin form onto my muzzle. Her friend looked over at me with her weird mask thing. It looked like she was wearing a sock over her head that had two eye holes that were fitted with goggle lenses, and it even had little tufts of fur sticking straight up at the top. I gave her a perplexed look as my grin fell into a look of utter confusion then to slow realization.

She tackled me aggressively like a Pokemon. We rolled on the roof that was made out of concrete that seemed to be weathered and cracked, by old age or just didn’t dry right in the sun. I wouldn’t know though, it was just a thought. She pinned me beneath her using all her weight. It was funny because we were both built like twigs. Now having my back against the crude concrete roof; which hurt by the way. She held my arms down and quickly pointed her head down going to spear me with her horn, but before she could. Thinking fast I lunged forward tilting my head at an angle dodging her horn incoming horn. Immediately using my face slapping her muzzle with mine as a temporary distraction. Giving me the opportunity to swiftly clamp my jaw onto her throat viciously growling like a savage dog. Sinking my flat teething into her mouth. Shaking my head violently tearing out her jugular. She fell off me clawing at her bleeding throat as she gargled choking on her own blood wanting to scream. Continuing to thrash helplessly on the roof. "That's what you get," I said with no sympathy for her.

Now that she was down for the count I looked over the edge to see Wish View Holding his own with a now broken leg. The raider mare laughed tossing her now empty gun at him then made a wild charge towards him laughing crazily. Wish got hit by the pipe gun losing his concentration. The aura around his 10mm faded clattering to the ground briefly stunned. She tackled him to the ground using both of her forehooves to beat his face in. Acting quickly I picked up a hunting rifle that was currently unoccupied on the roof; standing up on both of my hindlegs aiming as fast as I could move holding it in my tender hooves. With a slight shake lining up the iron sights with some trouble pulling the trigger. . . but nothing came happened. . . My eyes widened looking down at the rifle in my hooves in horror starting to freeze. 'NO!'

***Flashback***

I was fiddling with my hunting rifle with shakey hooves. Hearing a girl scream for her life from within the cafeteria's kitchen. My rifle seemed to have been jammed with its old rusted parts. Blood must have also leaked into the cracked parts of the gun effectively jamming it. I picked the rifle off one of the dead raider’s that were lying around. Standing in the cafeteria of my home. That used to be an old world military academy.

I could barely make out the two fighting in the kitchen having my tears blur my vision. She was being held down by a small dragon. He pulled out a knife raising it up high. I tried to cock the rifle to no avail. I let out a scream of horror as the knife plunged into filly's chest. The dragon slowly turned towards me. His sinister smile growing ever so slightly. His slitted yellow eyes fueled my grief that quickly transformed into burning hatred.

***End of Flashback***

I looked down at the trembling rifle in my hooves cocking the rifle. Prompting the jammed bullet to fly out. I didn’t know why I even bothered to save Wish View but this time I chose to use V.A.T.S. I used the freeze instead of the slow function. To conserve RAM on my pip-fuck to conserve its Action Points or AP. Though it only made my perception in this world drastically speed up making me go into maximum overdrive!Making it look like I was frozen in time and space itself. . . okay, I might be acting a little dramatic. I would have done it myself in slow motion but right now I was desperate, and desperate times call for desperate measures. I highlighted her barrel using my pip-fuck. Being the biggest and easiest target to hit getting 100% hit rate or whatever you called it. I couldn’t take any chances. Especially with a poorly maintained rifle. Having it be more technological then magic based. . . you could say mine was an out of date version. But antiques are better anyway!

The shot hit true but failed the kill the mare. She only grunted turning her head back around to face me. “Is that all you got!?” She mocked smiling up at me. Even shaking her rear like a naive child. I answered her back by shooting again. Taking her ear off. She cried out pressing a hoof to where her ear used to be stunned by the sudden lack of her ear. While simultaneously trying to get out of the entanglement of hooves with Wish View. Now knowing that I wasn't messing around she started to panic. I cocked the rifle in my hooves pulling the trigger again only to get annoyed when I heard the oh, so persistent annoying click of a dry gun. The rifle was dry meaning ‘it was out of ammo’. I cursed under my breath angrily using V.A.T.S once again but this time I tossed the rifle towards her with a 46% chance. Taking my chance in my blind fit of rage. Succeeding in missing only to make me even madder.

Wish View was on the floor motionless. My E.I. ‘Enemy Indicator’ said otherwise having a rectangular blue bar highlighted telling me that he was still alive and an ally. While the mare who I was going to kill him was a blood red rectangular bar; on my E.I. quickly scooping up the other raider’s hunting rifle on the roof. The raider that I speared with .32 revolver laid still with said pistol sticking out of her back. She was highlighted yellow. Because she was unconscious and was still an enemy, but not hostile enough. At Least that's what I believe it meant.

Without skipping a beat I pumped my wings launching me into the air. Smiling down at the lesser raider. I was the top dog here. I knew I had won because I had the ‘high ground’ and everyone knows that having the high ground is GG for the ‘low grounders’; you could all ask Anakin Skywalker. I activated V.A.T.S seeing the mare trying to limp away towards the building, but I didn’t let her sniping her on both hind legs having her drop down onto her face. Just about to fire a third but was out of ammo. Smiling as an idea popped into my head choosing to do a melee attack. . . raider humiliation style.

***Flashback***

I glared at the dragon as he hopped over the counter till he was now standing only a few feet away from me. I took to air lucky that the cafeteria was quite spacey giving me enough room to fly above. Circling around him like a vulture. He was already dead in my eyes. He killed my friend and now he was going to pay for it.

"Well are we going to fight or what?" He taunted me with an unnerving smile. Making my skin crawl. I had just lost my family a few weeks ago and now a few of my best friends. . . I only had one left. . . Selene was the only one I had left. . . I can't let anyone hurt her! I can't lose everything! I don't even care what happens to my raiders! I tossed my rifle at him that he easily dodged. I growled angrily at my failure to strike him. "Yeah, you really are weak!" He mocked me. "You know, for the new leader you're pretty pathetic!" He said with a dark chuckle. I didn't take to kindly to his words swooping into the kitchen just over the counter. "What? You're going to run now?" He asked smugly. "You should really just give u-" He didn't get to finish. When I rammed an icepick through his eye socket. Completely impaling his brain. I went so fast he didn't even see it coming. I could have even made Rainbow Dash proud. Though I could never in my life achieve a Sonic Rainboom. . . I panted heavily just as some of my raiders came into the cafeteria.

"Boss are you alright!?" Limp Barrel asked loudly seeing a lot of dead raiders littering the cafeteria floor. . .

"I'm good. . . We're going to kill them. . . all. . ." I said quietly looking down at the collapsed dragon that killed my friend. "Do you have their camps location?" I asked them without looking. Feeling a burning hatred deep in my heart. It felt like it was cracking like if my heart was made out of glass. It had a large crack and Selene was the glue holding it all together.

"Yeah! They live about 12 kilometers south from here!" He said enthusiastically loading a few shells into his shotgun.

"Prepare for an assault! We're killing them all boys!" I shouted with a crazy sadistic smile on my face turning to face my raiders. Hearing them laugh maniacally with me. 'You're all dead. . .'

***End of Flashback***

I pulled myself downward going heading head first downwards quickly gathering up momentum. Effectively ramming the rifle’s barrel just above her tail hole breaking her tailbone. Officially making her a second asshole. She screamed out in surprise her eyes widening straightening her back in surprise. I laughed like a mad lad above her. The challenging disrespectful raider was now on her stomach crying from the sheer pain. I leaned in close licking the length of her last and only intact ear. Giving her flank a hard slap “this is mine!” I growled grabbing her flank firmly making her whimper under me. I was dominating her showing who was boss. “Now. . .” I whispered dangerously in her ear. “Get the fuck. . . OUT OF MY FACE!” I screamed getting off of her giving her a kick in the ribs. Making her cough beginning to try crawling away towards the dangerous Wasteland. Wanting to test her own luck.

Turning back over to Wish View walking over to him just about to help him out; when I felt a cold metal barrel press against the back of my head. “Don’t. you. fucking. move. BITCH,” I heard a gruff stallion’s voice behind me with a chorus of laughter behind said stallion. Wish View had passed out from either the pain or he was knocked the fuck out. Which was not good for me or him.

“Then why are you still moving your lips?” I shot back calmly thinking on my heels. Using V.A.T.S ducking my head giving the gun that was being levitated in a red aura. I highlighted it with a golden aura getting a 99% chance of smacking it. And I was offended that I didn't get 100%! Giving the gun a quick back hoof. Slapping it out of the air. My eyes swiftly shifting right and lift in a quick succession looking over my new enemies or old enemies that just seemed to have exited from the cinder block building, and was now here to fight. My smile grew into an excited one ready for battle. Jabbing my hoof at the gruff speaking pony’s throat. Running out of AP ‘Action Points’ my pip-fuck called it. Again. . . 'I always spend these fuckING POINts so QUICK!'

Time began to move in normal speed again because my pip-fuck ran out of RAM or something. Just as I was roughly bitch slapped making me stumble backwards falling flat on my ass. My hoof jab was ineffective it seemed. The stallion with an eye patch covering his left eye glared down at me picking up his previously dropped pistol to point right back to me. His 9mm aimed down towards me again. “You’re weak. . .” he taunted me with an unreadable mask his face devoid of any emotion.

“Depends on point of view,” I shot back once again nursing my reddened cheek that had previously just got slapped. “Well. . . I’m done!” I said throwing myself down on the floor spreading my wings wide on the floor. Starting to make dirt angels on the ground. “Kill me or do whatever you want. I don’t care!” I said with a bored expression. ‘I’m still going to kill you, you stupid asshole.’ I thought dangerously towards him but otherwise didn't say it nor show it. I was going to assume that he was One-Eyed Lat because of the fucking eyepatch for Christ sake!. He had a yellow eye color with a dirty brown colored coat with a pink mane. He had a weird color scheme. . . just like most ponies in the Wasteland, I guess. . .

His raiders seemed to get rowdy at my submission. It was all a ruse though; I didn’t give up. My dream was to make this Wasteland a home for us all. For us to live free once again. . . even if I never saw the day. When ponies weren’t corrupt, like how they are now. The race of ponies can be pure once again. I’m not really a pony, so I might not understand what peace truly feels like. And I probably never will. Death would only be more painful.

“Can we have her boss?” An ugly stallion asked with drool leaking out of his open maw. As he excitedly bounced on his hooves. 'No thank you. I would rather get raped by some good looking guy. Thank you very much!'

Then a mare spoke up “Maybe this birdie will taste good. . . pegasi are some exotic eating here in the Wasteland,” she said smacking her lips together in thought. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a bit, as she began to what I would assume to be daydreaming.

One-Eyed Lat was about to respond, about his decision on what to do to me. But those words never came when I saw a huge chunk of face exploding outwards. Smearing all over the hungry mare’s face. She smiled licking the blood from her lips. Losing her sanity in an instant now charging towards the sniper that was firing in our general direction. The loud booming made me roll behind cover. Using my previous gray rock for safety measures. ‘I can’t die here!’ I waited it out hearing them scream as they died.

I clasped my hooves together tightly pursing my lips as I looked over into the Wasteland facing away from the carnage that laid waiting for me. Seeing the raider town off in the distance that held the PITT. A huge tumbleweed blew watching it blow by. Entranced in its movements while it rolled across the Wastelands floor. That’s when I noticed how quiet it was now. My face scrunched up. About to get up when I felt a cold metal barrel poke me on the side of the head. “Oh, for the love of GOD!”

Footnote

Traits:

Lucky Antagonist - Luck seems to be on your side. But that doesn’t mean that it’s always good.:

Crazed Scientist: You have a chance of losing yourself if you have too much magic intake.