DEFCOИ: Rewritten

FUBAR

Sam opened his eyes, but immediately, he felt something was absent. As he observed his surroundings, he confirmed his suspicions. The familiar black fog of Nocturne's dream realm, but something was amiss. As he roamed the plane of nothing, he realized that is what it was; nothing. Nocturne was not here.

"Nocturne!"

Silence.

Overtaken by dread, he quickly felt that he had lost the only being he could trust. He began to rapidly search within the black clouds, but his search was fruitless.

However, as hope began to fade, he spotted her magic within the realm, the familiar blue-green glow calming him. But as he neared, he found that she was not where her powers were present, instead, a window open, showing him a strangely recognizable sage cube, towering far above him. As he gazed at it, attempting to remember where he had seen it, he could see himself run into the room, in panic and desperation, and quickly ascend the cube. As he did, Royal Guard burst in from the door, and tried to apprehend him.

But then, the window began to glow green, and a sense of anger radiated from the window.

Large tendrils of arcane magic flew from the cube, striking multiple guards, before destroying the window above him, setting Sam free.

'Nocturne was in the cube...'

Feeling immensely stupid, he cast his gaze back to the object, and his eyes widened as a familiar white alicorn stepped into the room, and began to take apart the cube. The process of doing so was slow, but he knew that within days this object would be diminished.

*I am dying, Sam.*

"Nocturne? Where are you?!"

But her voice did not return.

And he awoke.

Sam's eyes creaked open, and he lay on his makeshift bedding, taking peace in what was supposed to be early morning outside. However, from what had happened last night, he highly doubted that the sun would make an appearance anytime soon.

"Get behind me!"

"Run Spike!"

"NO!"

As he sprung from his spot on the floor, the first order of business was to completely disregard his personal hygiene and ran to the door, ensuring the table kept it closed. His 'bed' was no more than a collection of scrap paper and absent table cloth, but ignoring the pain of sleeping incorrectly, he checked his wounds from the night before, groaning in suit. Scabs had filled the lacerations, and they had become annoying and itchy.

"Ugh..."

He went over to the corner of the room, buttoning up the grey dirtied collar shirt, he picked up his English rifle and slung it over his shoulder. He still had two mags, roughly 60 rounds. He was going to need some more bullets soon. Sam had barely slept with the occasional bout of gunfire or screaming from outside the office door, but he assumed that the group was in control. Moving the table, he heard glass shatter and a shout.

He had assumed incorrectly, and that was proven when he slowly pushed the door open.

Blood here, blood there, unconscious Doctor Whooves, crying Applebloom and two disgruntled and fatigued men standing in the center of the room, weapons pointed to the door. Something bad was going down.

Not to mention an eerily large quadruped standing in the doorway.

'Oh... that looks like bad news.'

Vaulting over the handrail, he plummeted down to the stage below, landing with his fist in the floor.

It was badass. Not to Sam though, on the inside he was stringing together excessive profanities.

Shaking his hand, he stood and gazed at the strange figure at the entrance. Alexei and Kyle had their guns trained on it, but it was apparent they were fearful. Shaking legs and unsteady weapons were never a good sign. Applebloom was still crying, Spike was behind the stage curtains, making a spear out of a broken table. He seemed to be in a hurry too, was very obviously pissed, and he too had puffy eyes.

Where the hell was the white unicorn?

"What's this about, then?" Sam asked.

After a moment, Kyle the Killer spoke, but never took his aim off the cloaked pony. Sam was tightening his grip around the rifle, and his lips pulled to one side as looked at the nervous soldiers.

"Boss battle..."

...

"What?"

Suddenly, the figure shot forward and kicked Kyle into the wall, actually sending him through it. A stone wall. The pony didn't slow down, the cloak spinning as it turned to the Russian, but the graceful motion was interrupted by a .308 round piercing straight through the creatures face. Blood spurted out into a mist, drizzling Sam's face in red.

It flew backwards, and Alexei took that as cue to flee back up the stairs Sam had come from.

It was in vain.

As Sam pulled up his rifle, the creature flew up to the balcony in a gust of air, sending Sam backwards off of the stage and landing then in front of the rugged man. The glow of red magic sent the sniper into the fragile railing, bursting through the wood in a shower of splinters. His body arced in the air before crumpling on the ground beside Doctor Whooves. He turned over slowly, cradling something beneath his form.

"ARGHHHHH!" He screamed, holding his disfigured leg in his hands, bone poking out from the flesh of his thigh.

The creature glided down toward Alexei, large draconic wings sprouting from its back. As it neared him, a toothy grin stretched on it's face, hunger seen in non-visible eyes. It landed on the stone floor softly, and began trotting towards him in a teasing manner.

The Russian responded by desperately backing away from it, but he knew without intervention, he was dead. He pulled his Makarov from the holster on his opposite thigh, and attempted to kill it, only to hear a familiar clicking.

Eyes wide and heart skipping, Alexei slumped backwards.

Lucky for him, Sam didn't like this creature very much.

RA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA-TA!

The 5.56 rounds did their job, embedding themselves within the strange creatures flesh. It tried to move away, but in doing so, caught more of the bullets, and crumpled away from the man as he passed out from shock. However, it didn't go down, and was merely slowed. This wasn't like the vampires outside. As he stopped to check on Alex, the being stood once more, and that toothy grin glinted in the dim light of the candles. Sam turned to only catch a glimpse.

"Fuck."

It flew forward once more, but Sam had been anticipating it, dropping low beneath it as his legs bent towards his sides. As it soared above him, the bayonet on his rifle caught on the flesh of its underbelly, disemboweling the being. Dark oozy blood, flesh and torn cloth slapped against Sams sneering face.

The monster slammed into the floor beyond him, and stopped.

He strode towards it, bayonet raised, hell blazing in his eyes. He came close to it, and used his boot to pull back the tattered cloak, and within, he found a peacefully dead face of one who looked remarkably like Nocturne. In the dim light, he could not tell her face apart from that of his guardian angel, and the grip on his weapon loosened, his bayonet falling.

Sam stood, panting, then grunted and muttered incoherent sentences on something about a large pickup truck. Now without the cloak, the large alicorn flew up in a strange and inhuman manner and slammed roughly into his side, out of the safety of the town hall. As he soared, the being propelled itself forward with unimaginable speed, blowing out all of the candles and fires within the building. It was black within.

More bogeys in the air immediately caught wind of his adventure and shot off after him.

He flew back, and crashed into a tree, but upon breaking through the hull, was surprised to see that it was actually a building. And that it was on fire. Shelves of books were burning in the blaze, and Sam noticed his arm was catching flame, quickly putting it out. As he got his bearings, he noticed the hole where he had been cast through was above a stair case, and ran towards it. Another vampire flew in, and he adequately responded with a burst of rifle fire, sidestepping the motionless corpse. As he ascended back to the hole, he grimaced at the pains of his old wounds coming back, but he pushed through.

As he came to the hole, he looked up and saw the same figure from before fly within and kick him backwards. His weapon collided with him, the business end of his rifle poking into his abdomen. He slammed back into one of the shelves, sending it falling down towards him. As it slammed against the floor, the wooden floor below gave way, and the shelf fell down with it.

The unknown alicorn walked around the flaming shelf for a moment, before taking flight.

Sam sat against one of the dirt walls below, cradling a stab wound with one hand, while holding the blade with the other.

He lost consciousness as the rest of the tree gave way, and collapsed into the basement.

'At least I tried.' He thought as his head slumped.

Coughing, Sam could feel his body shivering, and for a burning building, it was strangely cold. His eyes opened, and saw a massive mound of wreckage and ash ahead of him, but through the hazy smoke, he could see daylight shining down on the ruins. Sam blinked slowly, and his head lolled to one side as he felt himself going out again.

Lights and images flashed in his head.

A vision of his family came to him as the hours stretched on.

His tongue lost the moistness it had held before, and he could feel the energy seeping from him.

He had a dream. He was with his brothers in arms once more, the night before he was shipped out.

Looking down to the wound, the streak of red that was stretched along his abdomen was gone, nothing but a scar replacing it. He noticed that it had severely thinned, and he found that his other wounds had mysteriously vanished. But he was still sore from head to toe, and picked his head up from another roll.

"W-what...?" As he croaked, he heard a voice.

"Ah, thank Celestia, yer alive!"

"A-Appleb-loom?"

His eyes reluctantly opened, and he stared at the form of his vampire friend staring at him.

"P-please, don't suck me dry when I'm conscious, wait for me to pass out or s-somethin'."

Applebloom grinned, much to Sam's displeasure, "Ah ain't gonna drink yer blood, Ah already did!"

Sam stared at her for a minute.

"That is a big ass trust violation right there."

Applebloom sighed.

"Look, Ah saved yer life an' gave you mah blood, 'least ya could do is gimme some of yours."

'Wait, what?!'

Sam's eyes went wide in terror, his mouth slowly opening.

"YOU TURNED ME INTO A VAMPIRE?!" Sam silently yelled, his voice cracking.

She recoiled back from the outburst.

"Nope, Ah healed ya..." She turned her head away in shame.

"Sorry..."

Even when she was a bloody thirsty monster thing she was still FUCKING ADORABLE! Sam nearly died at the sight, but then he felt like shit. Like he punched puppies for a living, or bashed kittens with a baseball bat.

"No! Don't do that! I'm sorry, okay? I've been acting like a dick, so... thanks for helping me,"

She leapt up on his chest, much to the disapproval of his muscles still sore from the fight.

"No prob!" She grinned.

SQUEE

'What was that? Whatever, no time for this, I need to find those other two if we're gonna make it out alive.'

"Applebloom, what happened to the other two guys?"

She went silent for a moment, and scrunched her eyes up in thought, then opened her eyes and sighed.

"The one... uh... Kai-Al? He is hidin' somewhere near Fluttershy's cabin. The Rush-an, Ah didn't see, but the others went an' swarmed the hall. Ah... Ah don't think he made it."

Sam went silent for a moment, then grunted as he pulled himself up with the help of the wall of dirt behind him. Looking at his weapon, he could see it did not escape the effects of the attack, and dropped it to the side. Sam squinted as the light pouring through the massive hole in the roof amplified, and he could just about make out the mane of a familiar white alicorn above the haze of dust and smoke.

"Back to square one... just brilliant."

Applebloom stared as he coughed, wiped the sweat off his brow, and limped over to what was left of the staircase.

"Creature! Come out nice and slow! We know you are in there!" The voice was accompanied by the clanging of armored plates and shuffling.

Sam put his hands in the frames and struggled to lift himself up, but just about managed to climb up. Applebloom was about to follow when she remembered she was susceptible to the glow.

"Come on out before we-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'M COMING DAMN IT!" Sam yelled in a weak voice.

A meek voice penetrated the silence, "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Ah can't go up there..."

Sam pieced two and two together, and turned back to the hole, shouting, "Hey! I'm coming out on one condition! I've got a girl... er, filly, that needs to get out of here as well!"

...

"She is one of them isn't she?"

"Yeah..."