DEFCOИ: Rewritten

Hospital Hell

The train shook lightly, various items stacked on the shelves beside the window fell onto the hard floor. It was Seven Thirty PM, on January 27th 2019. Outside, the snow was falling onto the relatively quiet streets of Kemerovo. Those outside were going about their daily lives, or, nightly lives as it would most likely be addressed. A cold breeze swept through the warm train car, earning several mad glares and quiet curses toward the doorway. A man in an out of place dark grey duster walked through the aisle, receiving several quizzical and odd glances here and there. He found a seat at the end of the car, and he faced the window, his black ushanka covering his face from the rest of the passengers. The other people in the car forgot about him, and began to go back to their previous activities, like boredom or sudoku. One or two of the people were playing on smartphones, and a man at the back was reading a newspaper, his hoodie concealing his face as well. A small child erupted from the bathroom and began to play with a loud wind-up toy, much to the annoyance of the others. The little boy had stopped what he was doing when he noticed a little glint from underneath the man's duster, and carefully walked over to it. The man, however, was not paying attention. The boy managed to lift the flap of the duster, and was given a full view of a Makarov, still warm from use. Not only that, but there was a hint of blood on the man's coat.

The mother of the child noticed her son was no longer in the aisle, and she could not see him. She stood and looked over at the duster-wearing figure, and began to call her son over. As she did this, she too noticed the gun and the now dripping blood, as did the other passengers. The man came to, and saw that his gun had been exposed. Silence overtook the train car, and the man's eyes widened in fear as the man at the back, who had been reading, stood up and drew aim with a concealed MP5.

"Chyort."

The silent weapon released the cold loaded ammunition as he unholstered his gun, and all of the bullets piercing through his jacket and into his body. Blood sprayed all over the back of his chair, and with each impact he could feel himself losing energy. He managed to get two shots off before he lost control. The train car became chaos, and everyone scrambled out of their seats to get to the exit.

Date: 3RD DAY SINCE ARRIVAL

Time: 08-09:00 HOURS

Location: HOSPITAL

Objective: DETERMINE OBJECTIVE/DON'T GET STABBED WITH NEEDLES

"Twi, I think it's wakin' up." A raspy voice said, further pulling Sam from his physical damage-induced sleep. His eyes fluttered open, and he took an uneasy breath. He lifted his head slightly to get a look around the room he was in. He seemed to be in a hospital bed, surrounded by more small little horse creatures. More specifically, the ones that tried their sailor moon-esque attack on him. His head slapped the pillow roughly.

"Fuck..."

He could feel a headache coming on, and at this early in the morning too? Damn. He dragged his hand down his face as one of them attempted to introduce herself, or himself, Sam wasn't paying any attention. Like... at all. He was too busy thinking about this 'Nocturne' character. As he recalled the events that had played out in her dream-world, a purple unicorn was babbling about some form of teleportation or something. Sam tried to sit up from the bed, and found that he was restrained from his waist down by straps.

'Wait a second... how the hell am I still alive? I can remember that tall one zapping me with some sort of light, and pain... but thats it?'

"Are you even listening?"

"Nope."

The unicorn sighed and pinched the bridge of her muzzle, with her hoof...? Sam was more fascinated with her hooves than whatever the hell she was talking about. He then took notice of how there were only two guards at the end of the room, so if he were to break out it would be extremely easy. He took in a large breath, and the excruciating pain in his chest made his previous thoughts on escape quite obsolete. Suddenly, a pink pony leapt forth onto his chest, crushing his already bruised ribcage. She started to mouth off like a machine-gun.

"HimynameisPinkiePieandIwaswonderingifyouwerefromanotherplanetbecauseyoulooklikeanalienbutyoualsolooklikeamonkeythatwasmixedwithaponyandbecametwohybridcreaturesandgrewclawsandlostallofyourhairan-"

WHAP!

The other Mane Six gasped as the human struck Pinkie Pie across the face, a loud smack resounding from his action. Suddenly, Rainbow Dash flew forward.

"Hey Bub! No one smacks-"

WHAP!

Now that Sam had established he wasn't in the mood to hear any crap, he holstered his 'bitchslapper' and closed his eyes, listening as the purple unicorn tried to calm her friends down. He then fell back into sleep. Or tried. He wouldn't try to escape now, as he was not in the proper condition for it.

"Hey, you aren't sleeping now! Tell me about yourself! Anything!" The purple mare exclaimed and shook him violently. His hand instinctively wrapped around her throat and squeezed, effectively stopping her attempts at rousing him.

He cracked open an eye to glare at her.

"No."

He released her, and she gasped for air as her friends came closer to him in an aggressive manner.

'They brought this on themselves.'

He grabbed Rainbow Dash by her wings and threw her into Applejack, who crashed into Pinkie Pie. Fluttershy now focussed on him and began to use her stare. Somehow, Sam managed to halt her mental assault and grabbed the now panicking Twilight Sparkle. His hand reached for the bedside table, and some stupid doctor must have left a pen there. He took the pen and pressed it up against her throat. They all looked at him in fear, anger, and anticipation. A look he knew all too well. The guards too looked quite eager to see some action, and had their spears at the ready.

"Calm. The. Fuck. Down."

Slowly, the took their seats on the floor, and Twilight audibly gulped. He took the pen and jabbed it into the cloth strap, tearing it. The guards saw this as a chance to advance forward, but the pen flew back up to her throat. He slowly sat up, and swung his legs over then mattress. Once his feet touched the ground, he hoisted Twilight up, and made sure that the other unicorns did not have visibility of the pen, lest it be taken from him.

"Now, I will leave, and you will tell your Princess to stop following me, unless you would wish this one here to get stabbed to death with this pen. Understood?"

They all nodded, except the Guards who believed his only way out was behind them. Idiots. He held Twilight close to his chest and dove out the window, greatly underestimating how much distance there was between him and the floor. He angled his fall so he would land on his back, and managed to distribute the damage to a less injured part of his body, however it still hurt like a bitch.

"FUCK!" He coughed, then pulled Twilight up and out into a road. Apparently, now he was in some sort of financial district in some upper class city. He could tell these ponies were stuck up by the manner they held themselves in. He quickly located a cart and threw his hostage in, following close behind. Unbeknownst to Twilight, his weapon was discarded during the fall. He removed the hospital gown and wrapped it around her eyes, blinding her and placing his hand over her mouth. The snob in the carriage was about to scream for help, but he met the business end of a fist. He had now noticed the were on a noticeably steep hill.

Sam muttered something under his breath, and Twi just caught the end of it:

"... damn fucking technicolor horses."

The MP5 fell from the man's grip, and he removed his hat, placing it on the ground beside the dying body. The hoodie he was wearing was smeared with blood, and a small little hole was placed in his left shoulder. Previously, the newspaper had hidden his injuries, but now they were in full view. The hooded man grabbed his enemy by the throat, and pulled him up toward his obscured face. An M1911, doused in the hooded man's own blood, was pointed to his face. His hand was shaking and trembling from the amount of blood loss, and the cold weather wasn't helping either.

The duster-wearing man tried to push the gun away, but he too was succumbing to his wounds.

"Payback's a bitch, huh?" The hooded fellow weakly said, then pulled the trigger.

Sam's hand drifted toward his shoulder, and he rubbed the exposed scar tissue. His breath was coming out ragged and erratic. He looked around the cart and noticed a small canteen in the traveling snob's bag, and he took it, drinking the entire bottle to calm his nerves. The hand that was covering Twilights mouth had been accidentally pulled back, and she let out a blood curdling scream. Sam's eyes widened as he threw his hand back over her mouth. The carriage stopped. Distinctive trotting came toward the door to his right, and he dragged the snob up, preparing to throw him into the doorway.

"You know, I heard Celestia has got a lot of trouble on her plate."

The voices were coming closer.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, first some dragon/pony thing escapes from her dungeon, then ponies start going missing in towns like Appleloosa and Ponyville."

'Ponyville? What the fuck...' Sam thought, not one to enjoy unoriginality.

"Bro, I heard its vamponies. I know they are supposed to be myths an' all, but I am garlic-ing up my house like there's no tomorrow, colt."

"I hear ya." The other chuckled, and the door opened.

"SUPERCALAFRAGALISTICEXPIALADOCIOUS MOTHERFUCKERS!" Sam yelled as he threw the pony.

"AH!" They both blurted out as they were given a face full of snob each. Sam then threw himself into the wall opposite of him, more specifically, the one that was facing the steep slope. This is gonna be a bumpy ride. The carriage lurched forward, and Twilight started screaming hysterically, not being able to remove the cloth from her eyes. She eventually undid it with her magic, but it didn't do her much good seeing as they were heading straight for a wall... at 100 MPH (160 KMH). What they did not know, was there was still one pegasus in the reins, and he did not know what the hell was happening. You see, he was dubbed by his colleagues as Sleepy Stevey, for obvious reasons. Right now, he was rudely awoken by the cart he was driving flying down the road at top speed. In his confusion, he flapped his wings upward to knock the reins from his mouth. This ended up sending the entire craft into the air, and it got an impressive air-time before crashing into the forest.

"BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Sam yelled at the top of his lungs, and he managed to damage his ribcage even more.

Date: 4TH DAY SINCE ARRIVAL

Time: 00:02 HOURS

Location: CRASH SITE

Objective: ASSESS CURRENT MEDICAL CONDITION

Sam's eyes opened, looking up at the roof of the flipped carriage. His vision was blurry, and he could feel something warm and sticky running down his scalp. Semen! Blood was pooling next to him, and it seemed the unlucky colt had crashed through and was self-impaled on the debris. A low moan escaped the colt's mouth, and it looked like he was in his final moments. He could see moonlight pour in through the shattered window, and outside there was some sort of shuffling.

"R-Rainbow Dash! Thank Celestia you are here! Wait... whats wrong with you? Stay back!"

...

A scream. Wing beats. Silence.

...

...

...

After he was sure that whatever presence that had been there left, he released a long breath.

"What is this... my fifth day here? God damn it." He muttered.

There was a loud bang on the hull of the carriage, and it vibrated slightly. Sam's heart caught in his throat, and a figure pried open the door beside him. Sam shut his eyes, knowing full well he was in no shape to fight off whatever had come. He guiltily hoped that the poor bastard across the carriage would be taken instead of him. To his relief, there was another scream, and it wasn't his own. The sound of bones crunching and blood splattering filled the carriage, along with the sound of gulping. Sam cracked open his eye just a little, and he could see a prone figure with a little red bow, greedily lapping up the now deceased colt's blood. He recognized her as the little cute filly at the barn, Applejack's relative somehow.

As if she sensed she was being watched, she stared at him with bloodlust. She saw right through his guise, and began to trot over to him.

"Fuck off!" Sam said, sluggishly backing up into the cushioned chair.

She kept coming, a bloody smile coming onto her features.

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck-oh?' Sam thought as his hand touched a discarded piece of wood. He swung it as hard as he could into the little filly, and it knocked her into the broken glass window. He could see the pieces of glass go through her neck, and she was rooted to the spot by the glass. She went limp.

He sighed. That was fucked up. He just killed a chil- HOLY SHIT IT'S STILL ALIVE, KILL IT! The creature reanimated and thrashed about like a wild animal, and Sam repeatedly smashed it with the board of wood. A splinter managed to sink into her flesh, and a small smoke began to rise from her fur. She screamed and shrieked, much to the discomfort of him. He didn't know how long that little splinter was going to keep this up, and the glass shards seemed to break off the frame by the second. He painfully pulled himself up and ran out of the carriage, taking the wooden weapon with him. He limped away, and once he was in the treeline, the sound of metal and wood shattering was all it took to drive the injured man up a tree.

"Supernatural vampire fucking horses now... oh dear god, magical vampire horses, flying vampire horses too... magical flying vampire horses..." He went on quietly.

He stayed up in that tree with his thumb up his ass until the sun came up, and even then, he waited a little bit longer. He thought for a little bit, and reasoned that he wasn't going to stay sane without a proper objective. Eventually, he came to a conclusion.

"I need to find Nocturne, where ever she might be. I think the only viable method of escape would be with her help... why the hell am I talking to myself?"

And with that, Sam set off. But he took the wood with him, god damn fucking monsters out there.

A/N: That Semen bit, I started typing some weird ass shit after that. O.o I deleted the rest of the text, but left that bit after a small bout of laughter.