Black Tulip

Black Tulip

"Twilight!" Fluttershy yelled, frantically knocking on her door. The poor mare's heart was going faster than the concord jet, as the creature she found was groaning in pain as it bled out.

The door flew open as a tired and disheveled lavender unicorn stood in the doorway. Her face adopting the iconic Chinese look with her eyes being half-open. She scowled as the sun practically deep-fried her eyes, can't she just get some time to sleep. However, that scowl and general overall look quickly faded. When she saw the broken mess that flutters brought.

"Ahhgh! Augh!" The creature screamed in pain, also screaming some colorful words in equish and another foreign language.

Its legs, more accurately, its shins and lower legs had been nearly destroyed entirely. Blood was seeping through the thick wads of crude bandages that fluttershy had applied. It was an alien creature, one that managed to speak too! It looked like an alien monkey and wore some crude equipment.

"Oh my Celestia! Quickly, get it inside!" Twilight all but shrieked as her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.

Fluttershy obliged and along with twilight's help, dragged the poor creature into the treehouse. Albeit with very vulgar protest from the unknown being. At least its anger and pain mean it hasn't gone into shock yet. Though, unfortunately, the treehouse was not prepared for a scenario such as this. But this was Twilight Sparkle, she could probably do something.

The two mares dragged the creature to the kitchen since there is a very large table in there. Twilight cleared the table with her magic as fluttershy plopped the wounded being on top. It shouted a slew of racial slurs and immensely profane insults, however, it soon quieted down as twilight went to work. She removed its shoes and socks, then she rolled the pant legs up to assess the damage.

The creature's lower legs were needless to say, HEAVILY mutilated. They were barely holding on, just by some bits of skin and tendons. Blood was pouring out of the wounds. Making the room smell like copper whilst causing everything to be slippery. The culprit behind the extensive damage was metal fragments. Hundreds of metal bits and parts were stuck deep within the creature's body.

"Dear God..." Twilight said as she rolled up the creature's pant leg. She winced when her eyes meet the mutilated appendages, bile rose in her throat. She felt nauseous. She felt like she was going to vomit.

"Fluttershy! Get me a knife, matches, pliers, bandages, a bunch of matches, a needle, and thread!" Twilight shouted to the bewildered scotch pegasus, "And a midwife!"

April 30th, 1984.

We left the base early in the morning. I barely had enough time to take a fucking piss and a shit. Thankfully, I managed to do so before our commander came in telling us to pack up. We're heading for the Panjshir valley, he said.

Those assholes were planning on sending us to that bloodbath of a valley. I heard the stories from some of the veterans who had survived the fifth and sixth offensives. And yet I have only been here for less than a few weeks and I was already getting sent off to die! Godamn bastards!

I prepared my gear like I always did; KZS suit over matuba uniform, Chicom rig over vest, helmet over the hat, Knapsack strapped to chest rig, sneakers instead of boots, and nonessentials in pouches on the waist and below. Nothing has changed really. I sling the old AKS-74 over my shoulder and carry an SVD in my hands. I load my rig and other pouches up with plenty of grenades and magazines.

We wait outside for the commander to give us the debriefing on our assignment. It took a long time for the old bastard to arrive but he did. Although, by the time he did, we had been thoroughly seared by the weather and our ankles were starting to ache. He quickly briefed us about the mission; our goal was to defend and provide air support for the 682nd motorized rifle regiment.

We waited for the sign. The pilots began to prepare their respective vehicles. After a few minutes, we finally received the signal. We ran to the nearest helicopter; an old Mi-8 helicopter with a camouflage paint job and additional weapons added to it. Making the damn thing very formidable in combat, more than it already was.

Our team commander stood to the side of the helicopter door, motioning us to get inside. He began to push whoever was closest into the helicopter. He did this for a while until we were all inside. After the last one entered he stepped into the vehicle and closed the door. All we had to do after that was set up some machine-gun posts at the windows and strap in for a long flight.

The inside of the helicopter was rather hot and claustrophobic, we didn't have a whole lot of light except for the circular windows but those were partially blocked by the machine gunners. And they're arguably more integral than being able to see very well right now. The space was rather small and cramped. Thanks in no part due to the fourteen other people crammed inside this helicopter.

it felt like the flight lasted hours; the only form of entertainment I had was the broken stereo that played old soviet music. Needless to say, the music was not uplifting in the slightest, hell most of it was depressing tsarist and old SSFR music. Back during the 1921 famine and several civil wars. As if we need to be reminded about the numerous horrific events whilst we're fighting in this desert hellhole.

Eventually, we neared the location where we were to be dropped off at. The door opened and we began to exit the helicopter single file. Two other helicopters landed right after we started to exit ours. Once we were all on solid land again, we were a large group, at least forty paratroopers. And an unknown number of special forces and army scouts.

We waited for the last two helicopters to come as they were scheduled to. Eventually, they did. However, these guys were different. They didn't wear berets or patches or much of anything other than equipment. They mainly carried grenade launchers and PKM machine guns. They wore laced boots too, very few wore those. They even had scopes and suppressors on the few rifles they had that weren't designated as grenade launchers. And their fatigues were a white-ish color instead of khaki like ours were.

They definitely weren't regular soldiers or even paratroopers. They're special ones.

The Valley was dead. The BTRs had been abandoned by the companies worth of men that had marched through this valley. The stone gravel path into the valley was soaked with blood. The further we traveled into the valley, the bloodier the path became. We then began to come across mutilated and rotting bodies. The stench of horrible. It was like the battle of somme, but arguably worse.

We eventually came under fire from heavy weapons, I saw many men get gunned down. My stomach churned and my body tried to purge my stomach. I retreated to a large boulder, and my friend Leonid followed closely behind along with two other soldiers.
Everything was going to shit.

The incessant sound of gunfire and blood-curdling screams of agony made my ears ring. I could feel my brain vibrating like a car engine as I shot at the muzzle flashes. A sixty-two-millimeter mortar slammed into the large boulder, yet the rock was too thick. However, the skin on my back was roasted by the heat. I shrieked as the nerves in my spine roared with the rage of a dragon.

My knees buckled under the weight of my gear and the immense anguish. I plummeted to the ground and landed on my floating ribs with enough force to shatter them. I suddenly became breathless; I could not breathe even if my life depended on it. Which it certainly did. However, my broken body didn't care.

Leonid got on his knee and assessed the damage on me, a bullet soon after struck his helmet. My heart sunk deep below my stomach as everything froze. He fell to the ground. I felt like I was going to scream, but I couldn't breathe, I have no mouth and I must scream.

'Oh god, please no, not him. Oh please god'

Leonid groaned as he held his helmet, I felt my heart slam forward against my broken ribs as I shot up. I ran through the gunfire and the flames to my best friend. I grabbed him by the air pits and dragged him to cover.
Once I stopped dragging him, I took his helmet off and assessed the damage. To my relief, there was no damage other than a massive bruise and bleeding from the bare metal stabbing into his temple. The bleeding was mild, though. However, there was a large dent in his helmet from where the bullet must've ricocheted.

"Fuck... My ears are ringing like a godamn telephone, euugh..." Leonid grunted as he clutched his head, the only thing on it now was a sweaty afghanka.

"Here man, take your damn helmet before one of those bastards blows your head off," I said sternly, handing my friend his dented helmet. He huffed as he took it from my hands.

"Yeah, whatever, not like I'll ever get that lucky... HOLY FUCK!" He yelled as another mortar landed to our right. Killing and maiming a small trio of fellow soldiers.

felt like my heart was going to explode right there and then. But my friend pulled me out of that trace of the duality of death. "Well, I guess they got fucked up the ass just like our instructor predicted, eh man?" One of the soldiers who followed us said.

"Yeah, fucked right up the ass. You can even see the blood coming out, that's how you know someone rammed their cock into you!"
The other one shouted.

"I WILL fuck YOU up the ASS!" Leonid screamed at the mujahideen fuckers on the hill, he could barely finish the sentence without laughing.

"Cum on down for an ass fucking! 100% discount on it!" I shouted back,

Leonid and the others laughed. "Approved by the GFA!" Leonid yelled.

"What does GFA mean?" I asked.

"The Great Faggot Allah!"

I nearly keeled over and died from laughing all the air out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe and tears were cumming out of my eyes. "We beat the STIFFEST competition!"

"Bwahahaha!" I fell backward on my ass, I cracked my head on the boulder behind me, but my helmet mostly protected me.

"Summer blowout!" One of the new guys shouted, "Armed Forces Day! semen get 100% off!" Leonid followed up with.

The four of us just laughed our asses off as we shouted obscenities and sex jokes at the mujahideen. Of course, this caused most of the gunfire and explosives to get thrown at us. However, those dumb fucking Afghani monkeys underestimated our giant fucking man sized rock.

"Stupid sand niggers." Leonid muttered, one of the soldiers who followed us looked at him with wide eyes. "Woah, holy shit man." He saId.

"What? They're sand niggers. Niggers from the sand." Leonid replied nonchalantly.

"Where the hell did you hear shit like that?" The soldier asked, "The commander keeps on screaming about the 'sand niggers' and how he wishes to 'fuck them all to death'."

The soldier just looks at Leonid in silence. His friend looks like he's about to burst with laughter. I just sat in between them not caring or really understanding what they're talking about.

"You do know that is a racial slur, right?" He asked Leonid, "I thought they were called sand niggers." At that point, the other soldier can't hold his laughter in and ends up falling ass-backward.

"Hahaha! Sand niggers! You believe that their name is Sand niggers!?"

"Yeah! That's literally what they are called!" Leonid shouts defensively, "No you jackass they're called mujahideen; holy warriors. Well, that's roughly what it is translated as."

"Oh."

"Yeah, it's not their name. That's a slur." He replied, "Then why the hell would the commander say shit like that?" Leonid asked.

"Because he's an old racist asshole who fought in the great patriotic war."

"What's the great patriotic war?" Leonid asked, the soldier deadpans as his friend just ends up laughing harder. To the point of sounding like a jackal.

"Oh for the love of God. It's the second world war you dipshit? What are you from Africa, godamn." He facepalmed.

"You're really not from, well, the union are you?" He asked, "No, I'm from Yugoslavia!"

"Pfff... Hahaha!" The soldier's friend collapses once again. "Sure. So, you're from the remote part of the union, right? I'm going to assume your friend is from Kazakhstan because he looks like he's been tanning in the sun for a decade. And you are from... Georgia."

"Actuall-" I interrupted Leonid before he could fuck anything up. "Yes, we're exactly from those areas! Leonid is from Rustavi and I am from Zhairem. The cities of Rustavi and Zhairem. I come from Zhairem, Kazakhstan. And he comes from Rustavi Georgia."

"Okay..." The soldier trails off. "So you're Leonid and he is...?"

"No, he's Leonid and I'm Rahid. Although I prefer the name Romanov." I answer truthfully.

'Right. Well nice to meet you Rahid and Leonid. Since I know your names I think I should tell you our names." The soldier says, clearing his throat. "I'm Alexi..." He turns around and points at the other soldier.

"And that retard who's laughing like a hyena about to get shot in the mouth is Vasily." He finished with.

"Well, it's nice to meet you two. Maybe we'll see each other again if we survive this battle."
I said, "Maybe."

And with that, we parted ways and continued to fight the mujahideen..

Twilight sparkle was not a doctor in the slightest.

She had very little actual expertise and skill in medicine; especially emergency medicine and trauma surgery. She shouldn't be the one trying to fix this alien creature's mangled shins. A trauma surgeon should be doing this, not a librarian with powerful magical capabilities. Or at the very least a doctor.

The whole kitchen table was covered in blood. The creature had long since lost consciousness from unbearable amounts of pain and acute shock. She had barely kept his body from falling apart, as she removed bits of fragmented metal out of his legs. Hardly any of her tools were sterile, to begin with, now they're covered in its crimson bodily fluids. She did wash her hooves, but now those were soaked in blood. And the wash clothes and torn curtains and bedsheets were not clean. She did, however, remove most of the shrapnel while leaving a large number of nerves and tendons (mostly) intact.

Now was the hard part; suturing and bandaging the legs so that they won't fall off, stop bleeding all over her kitchen, and heal. She used her magic to move one of the legs around a bit. Carefully positioning the heavily damaged limb so as to not cause any more unnecessary damage. She then dipped a sewing needle in alcohol before trying a piece of thread to it.

The process was long and grueling, even the slightest mistake could cause irreparable damage. Especially since she was working with arteries, nerves, tendons, and the like. But thankfully, through sheer dumb luck or raw magical power. She succeeded in sewing the alien's right leg back. And although the other limb was trickier, she still managed to re-attach it without any issues.

"Alright, it's done," Twilight said as she placed the tools back on the table. She turned over to Fluttershy.

"Now, help me carry it."