Author's Note

Warning; this chapter features nudity, a brief mention of uncomfortable topics, and a brief touch on the Mamas plan. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Necklace.

All of this for a fucking necklace.

Sand Shaper peered at the guards around her, acting nonchalant as they passed by, though she seemed a little nervous. Not that anyone would notice if they looked at her, as she has pulled up a cloth to use as a mask and wore her googles. One of the guards gave a lazy hand wave as he passed, making Sand smile under her mask and wave back. The moment they were gone, she visibly dropped her shoulders and sighed, looking up to see Spike hanging upside down, like a bat, his claws dug into the stone ceiling of the hallway.

If the guards were not around the corner, she would have likely said something snarky. She, instead, made a motion with her hand, Spike dropping down and slowly walking ahead of her, grasping his chain and pulling it taut. He peered around the corner, giving a grimace as he spotted all the people around.

"Too many." He whispered at her, making her peer around the corner. "Too many eyes, too many weapons, not enough cover." He looked over to the door, giving a soft sigh, seeing no electrical boxes near it. "No way to open to door either."

Sand gave a soft hum, before looking up, tapping Spikes arm and pointing, "Up there." Spike peered upwards to see a window, narrowing his eyes a bit. He couldn't make anything out from this angle, this didn't stop Sand though, her voice mumbling to him, "If you can get in there, you can open the door."

"Okay. And how will I get to my necklace?"

"Why do you need this necklace so bad?"

The conversation stopped as a guard walked by, crossbow lazily held in her grip. The woman groaned and stretched, before walking off, Spike and Sand silently walking forward and kneeling behind a crate, Spike whispering back, "The necklace is a gift from a close friend, and the journal has everything. Maps of the surrounding areas, information on my friends and family, even a picture of Twilight and the girls! I can't just -" A man walked by, chatting with another, likely about something for lunch, though Spike and Sand only knelt down even more, hiding in the shadows. Once they passed, Spike continued, much more quietly, "I can't lose it...I can't lose them."

Sand peered at Spike, seeing his hand squeeze into a fist. After a moment she nodded, then adjusted a bit, pointing to the hole in the middle. "Train is in there, with box cars. Boss will be sleeping in there."

"Sleeping?" Spike lifted his arm, peering at the watch on the bottom of his wrist, giving a soft huff. "It's the middle of the day."

"She likes to drink during the night. Someone asked her once why she did that, ended up with a broken arm and some missing teeth, so no one asks her why she drinks all night anymore."

"It's a wonder she's still single." This made Sand crack a smile, giving Spike a glance, though it was hidden under her goggles. "Lots of eyes, I'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"Not if you climb." Sand spoke, pointing upwards, making Spike grumble quietly. "What's wrong? Don't like heights?"

"Falling off of a giant crystal castle will do that to you." Spike mumbled out, before looking up, making Sand flash him a confused, and concerned, look. "Alright. That door is gonna make a lot of noise when we open it."

"Yeah, which is why you'll need a distraction." Sand stood up, making Spike hiss as he saw her run out. A part of him wanted to call out, but a larger part of him decided to not waste this chance, making him dig his claws into the wall, slowly climbing up, leaving holes in the side of the wall that would be completely unnoticeable unless you were specifically looking for them.

He looked down to see Sand, calling over random guards, saying something he couldn't make out. He grunted a bit as he lost focus for a second, slipping a bit, before digging his hand in more, watching in horror as some dust fell down onto a guard. Said guard would have looked up, had it not been for Sand, calling the man over, making Spike silently sigh in relief. His tail curled around him as he clambered across the ceiling, looking down and giving a soft noise of confusion as he saw some of the guards run in, looking around. He quickly scrambled up the ceiling, before looking down, seeing a guard right under him. He heard some click, making him look at himself, seeing his snapper slip out of its holster; it seems he didn't secure it enough.

He watched as it started to slide out, before finally falling out, Spike reaching for it with his hand, missing it by a hair, before letting go of the ceiling and snatching his pistol mid air, sighing in relief as he slid it back into his holster and secured it properly. He looked back to see his tail curled around a stalactite, making sure he couldn't fall, then looked at the ceiling, "kneeling down" to smash his claws into ceiling, his tail gently letting go of the stalactite as he started crawling across the ceiling again, making his way to the target.

He finally made his way over the train, looking down upon it, before seeing a guard below him. Spike suddenly dropped onto him, dazing the poor man. He punched the poor man, knocking him out, before dragging his body against a crate, hiding him from sight. Spike walked back to the door the poor man was guarding, silently opening it, sliding in and closing it behind him.

To say the car he entered was run down would have been an understatement. What looked like beautiful seats were long since clawed and ripped through. In the corner was a cage, a skeleton of some sort of poor beast inside, a knife jammed into its head, making Spike grimace. He pulled his Snapper out, silently walking over to another door, slowly opening it, ignoring the blood splatter across it, then silently opened it. Now, this car eas definitely an upgrade, in every sense of the world.

Some sort of painting was on the wall, and soft, warm colors or oranges, golds, yellows and some such were on the walls. Spike quietly aimed around, checking behind the door, before walking in. He spotted a table on the left, his journal and a picture left on it, making Spike narrow in on it, though his training was far stronger and made him peer around the room, aiming around. He spotted a bundle in the bed, a loud snore echoing out in the room, making Spike jump a bit, aiming towards the snoring. When she made no movements other than her loud snoring, he quietly moved towards the table, grasping his journal. He opened it, skimming through the pages, nodding to himself as he realized everything was in order, before he looked at the picture. It was him and Twilight, Twilight Velvet and Night Light, when he was much younger. He smiled at the picture, before sliding it back into the journal, then he put it back into one of his vests many pockets, patting it down, scanning the table again.

His necklace was missing.

He opened a drawer nearby, then lifted some of the many bottles decorating the room, before looking over at the bed. He passed by a mirror, broken and in shards, paying it no mind as he walked over, his eyes scanning over the sleeping form of the woman. He secretly hoped she was wearing pajamas.

She was not.

He pulled the blanket down and felt his face heat up, a blush racing across his face as he saw her nude form. Her red hair was cut short, Spike noticed that it was dark red, which he absolutely missed the first time. His eyes scanned across her chest and belly, seeing scars from claw marks and knives, along with a few scars that looked like boomer wounds, if Spike had to guess. Her breasts were rather large, his eyes tracing down across her belly to see her unshaven bush, making him blush even more. She smelled like sweat and something else Spike couldn't place, though the mixture was a bit addicting if Spike was being honest. His eyes traveled down, peeking at her lower lips, a strange feeling bubbling in his gut as he quickly turned away.

This was the fourth time in his life Spike had seen a naked woman. And he felt a little dirty doing so without her permission.

A thought raced through Spikes mind, making his blood boil and those other thoughts disappear; she was going to force him to be her lover, against his will. A grown woman was going to rape him, now he was tall but looked young enough to be her little brother, into being her lover! He grit his teeth, clenching his fist a bit, before looking around her. He noticed the cutie mark on her shoulder was some sort of flower arrangement with gems around it, before he looked in her hand, seeing his necklace clamped in her grip.

He silently adjusted her hand a bit, only for her to moan a bit in her sleep, making Spike pause for a moment. She suddenly shot up, her eyes open and staring deep into Spike, making Spike pause, his hand squeezing the grip of his snapper a bit.

"Hey, Spike..." She slurred out, only to smile drunkenly, mumbling out, "Come make me a Mama again."

She promptly fell back, her palm suddenly smacking her own breast, making Spike growl silently to himself as his necklace went with it, right atop her breast. He blushed as he reached over and lifted her hand, exposing her breast again. He silently slid his hand over, grasping the carved dragon, brushing it against her nipple, making her smile in her sleep.

"Good boy...you better not pull out or you'll get the muzzle again..."

Spike glared at her, before putting his necklace on, adjusting his helmet a bit as he looked around the room again He looked at the cracked mirror again, noticing a picture frame at the bottom, walking over and picking it up, seeing the little girl (much younger in the photo), the woman on the bed, and a rather handsome looking guy...from the neck down. His face was burned away, making Spike look back at the woman, then at the door, placing the photo down. If he was lucky, the guard was still knocked out, and he could get to the controls. He made to walk out, the door opening in front of him, the form of a girl appearing in front of Spike, making both of them freeze.

Nova.

Silver grimaced as he looked at the group of scavenged bodies, still clad in armor. Around them were spent shells and blood, though no bodies of what they were shooting at. Steel and Meteor were aiming around, stepping around the bodies, giving them a quick glance before taking positions in the snow. Silver knelt down, Bright Flare aiming all around, trying to spot anything in the snow, Wave kneeling down with Silver, giving a disgusted look.

"Any of ours?"

"Nope. Don't recognize them." Silver mumbled out, before looking down at their weapons. "Boomers are definitely not ours either, they look scrapped together."

"How do they have boomers?"

Silver rubbed his cheek, pondering that question. How did they have boomers? After all, Blaze made theirs herself, her own designs with no contact with anyone else. Perhaps other groups had their own? They definitely were not Blazes design, that was for sure, but that would mean that there could be others with firepower as well, and that thought did not inspire confidence in Silver.

"That isn't important right now." Silver admitted, looking at the tooth lodged inside the chest armor of one of the bodies, giving a grunt as he stood back up, Wave following him. "What is important is that they were killed recently, and by something big."

Meteor looked back at the bodies, then to Silver, before turning her head back, searching through the snow. "Sir, isn't this the same direction as the radio tower?"

Silver looked up, squinting against the snow, wiping his visor to clear his vision. "Indeed it is. Thoughts, people?"

"Could be a team from one of other settlements, trying to fix the tower." Steel offered making Silver hum in thought. "Of course, it'll be just as likely that it's a team of bastards who might try to kill us as soon as they spot us."

"Agreed." Silver said, before waving over Meteor, who walked over, his muffled voice coming through his mask. "Bright and I are going to move up to the tower and try to fix whatever's going on. You, Wave and Steel are going to take positions in a nearby building and provide cover. Hostile or not, I'd rather not leave our asses exposed like that to anyone there."

Meteor nodded, then made a signal with her hand, moving off with Steel and Wave. Bright and Silver started to walk the original way they were heading, becoming just shapes in the snow. Had they stayed for a moment, they might have seen a shape in the snow.

Big. Angry. Hungry.

Crystal Clear was bored out of her mind. Shivering in the cold, listening to the two what's their names argue. They were, at the moment, fiddling with the radio tower. Why, she couldn't seem to recall, but Mama said they needed to be there, so there they went. To be honest, Crystal wanted to stay at the base and see Mama's new pet before she had a turn as well. After all, Mama gave her good girls a turn.

"Why can't we just blow the tower?" The man asked, looking up and down the tower, sparing a glance towards the panel the other woman was working on. His name was...Copper, if she remembered correctly? Something to do with Copper, at least.

"For the last fucking time, she said to temporarily disable this!" One woman yelled to her supposed subordinate. "We are not supposed to permanently disable it!" Her name was...Penny?

Huh. Two metal Earthbloods. Surprising.

Crystal Clear herself was a magicblood, but she really only used magic to make things shine or use a light or something like that. She would be no use to them, so, she just stood there, scanning the snow around her. Finally, with a spark, Penny stood up and gave a thumbs up, Copper giving a grunt as stood up, knees cracking a bit.

"Sweet Celestia, Copper. Your knees made outta crackers or somethin?" Crystal joked, making Copper flip her off.

"Fuck you, fat ass."

"Hey, I hear the guys like a girl with a dumptruck."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Hey, wait..." Pretty said, crouching down and aiming her rifle down the snow. "Picking up some heat, heading our way."

"How come the boss lets you get the weapon that sees heat?" Copper complained through his mask.

"More of those dog things?" Crystal asked, ignoring Copper, kneeling down and aiming the same direction. Now, Crystal had a crossbow in her hands, Copper held some sort of shotgun (if one had to guess, perhaps a Remington, if it was longer it would be a match), and Pretty had a rifle, whose sight was upgraded with a magic spell to help see heat signatures in the cold.

"Nah. Human. Two of them. Armed." Pretty said, before shaking her head a bit. "What do you guys think? Damsel in distress or rescue team?"

"Damsel in distress." Crystal said, giving an unseen smile at Copper, who sighed in irritation.

"I hate damsel in distress."

"Well, you're outnumbered, two to one, so you have no choice. Positions." Both Crystal and Pretty disappeared into the snow, making Copper sigh and kneel down, putting his hands in and pretending to work on the wires.

"Stupid fuckin plan...and stupid fuckin snow..." He heard crunching in the snow and turned, his eyes going wide as he saw the heavily armed and armored figures step up to him, and they looked far more intimidating than he first assumed. "Uh..."

"Need help?" The man asked, making Copper peer up at him.

"W-what?"

"Do you need help?" The figure repeated, making Copper nod, wiping some water off of his visor. "Mind moving then?"

"Oh, sorry." Copper stood back up, backing away as the smaller figure walked over, holstering their weapon and kneeling down in front of the panel. "Be careful, you can shock yourself."

"Trying to fix the radio tower?" The larger one asked, making Copper nod. "See what happened?"

"No. We lost contact with the other settlements, assumed something happened to the radio tower." Copper lied easily through his teeth, before looking at them both, eyeing the weapons.

Yup. This was a dumb plan.

"Settlement? You survived with others?" The man asked, making Copper nod, before the man visibly relaxed. "We were headed there next. We heard a distress call from your settlement, can you tell us what's going on? And what about the people back there, are they part of your team?"

"Distress call? Team?" Copper asked, about to slip in his lie, however, he was interrupted when his two teammates jumped out of the snow, aiming at Silver.

"DROP THE FUCKIN WEAPONS AND NO ONE GETS HURT!" Pretty yelled out, making Silver twirl around, aiming at her, Copper backing up as he saw a flash of anger in his eyes as he turned. "I SAID DROP IT!"

"I am a member of the Canterlot guard." The man called out, making Copper gasp and back up again, staring up at him. "My name is Silver Spear. Drop your weapons, lower your voice, and we can come to a peaceful arrangement for this situation." He didn't look behind him, calling out instead, "Bright Flare, sound off."

"Got her friend in my sights."

"Good. Don't take your eyes off of her." Silver spoke, his voice cold, seeing Copper nervously look between them. They stood there, the wind slowly letting up, the clouds still hanging overhead, snow falling around them, the gentle clicking breaking the silence occasionally.

"Hey, uh...Crystal, Pretty, maybe we should put those weapons down." Copper said, making Pretty glare at him, Silver noting the lack of discipline and training on her part for taking her eyes of a target.

"Why? Because he claims to be a Canterlot guard? How do we even know Canterlot is still standing?!"

"You don't. However, seeing as I haven't shot you yet, I you can probably guess I'm not looking for trouble." Silver spoke, his eyes still hard as he stared at her. However, when he looked behind her, his eyes widened, then he called out, much more quietly, "Bright Flare. Fix the tower."

"What?! Sir, what the fu..." Bright Flare turned to look at Silver, only for her eyes to widen, words dying in her throat, kneeling back down and working on the wires, Crystal backing up and gasping as she adjusted her aim past Silver.

Pretty Penny turned around to see something that would haunt the rest of her life; the Bat. Sitting there, watching them, its eye staring at them. It stared at Silver specifically, its good ear twitching a bit as it watched them. Pretty took a few steps back, the Bat locking onto her, but not moving from its spot. Its eye turned back to Silver, its lips peeling back in a shrill hiss. Pretty slowly stepped next to Silver, giving a nod towards him as they both started to back up, taking positions and aiming.

"Why isn't it attacking?" Crystal quietly asked, handing Copper his weapon back, making him check the chamber.

"Last time it saw me, my friend nearly ripped its face open...with his bare hands." Silver mumbled out, making Crystal, Copper and Pretty stare at Silver, before they heard the Bat hiss again, aiming towards it. "I'd rather not piss this thing off, we don't have Spike with us. Won't take it long to realize that."

Pretty Penny perked up at this, before looking at Silver, whispering, "Spike?"

"Our dragon." Bright Flare whispered, the Bat sniffing the air and taking a step, staring at them.

"Dragon? Like the one Mama caught?"

"Mama? Wait, what do you mean cau -" Silver had no time to finish the sentence, as the Bat jumped down and screeched at them, rushing towards them in a blind hunger, jumping towards them and reaching its claws towards Silver, its eye flashing in hunger and hatred.

Spikes had never felt a fury like this before. His body acted on its own, his hand shooting out and gripping onto Novas neck, her face going from stunned to shocked as he lifted her up, closing the door behind him. He felt his hand shift into claws, the tips gently pressing against her skin as he walked into the destroyed room, his pupils turning into slits, his lips peeling back to show his fangs as he stared into her eyes. Nova kicked uselessly in the air, grasping onto Spikes scaled wrist, trying to punch into it, though her hands only bruised themselves against his scales.

"You."

Nova stopped, her blood turning into ice as she stared at Spike, his hand squeezing her throat, making the girl gasp and choke a bit. His voice dripped with venom, a lot deeper than she originally heard from him, his mouth glowing green, smoke spilling from his jaws and floating into the air. She could see his eyes, glowing with eyeshine as he passed by a light, giving a choked sound as he squeezed again.

He hated her. He extended his hand of friendship and she stabbed it. He offered her peace and she chose the opposite. He could have been on his way by now, towards the mountains, perhaps even helped out those who needed help!

She, however, changed his plan the second she stabbed into him with that needle.

"Three more pounds of pressure and I'll crush your throat." Spike informed her, making Nova gasp and hold onto his wrist, her lungs screaming for fresh oxygen. She started to black out, the edges of her vision turning dark, before Spike eased off, letting her gasp for air, feeding her starving lungs with air. She could hear her own heartbeat, making her cough as she stared at Spike. "You and your fucking mother. Do you have any idea of the violence you commit? What she has planned? What you are up against?"

"We can handle it." She called out, her voice raspy, before Spike squeezed again, making her gasp for air, croaking out, "I know what she has planned."

"Then speak."

"A-all you need to know is that she needs you alive...after all, she can't have children with a corpse. And dragons are so strong...what uses will they have, I wonder?" She then grinned at him, making Spike rumble quietly. "Shee will break you, Spike."

"No. She will die trying." Spike brought her close, before whispering in her ear, "Your mother believes she can tame a dragon, yet have you considered what happens to you if that becomes a reality?" This made Nova pause and stare at him. It seemed some small part of her was already voicing those thoughts before, but now they screamed in her head, louder thanks to Spike.

Spike, seemingly coming out of his rage, felt his hand shift to normal, his pupils rounding as he glared at her. He dropped her on the ground, then walked towards the door, before looking back at her. "If I see you or your mother again, then you better pray that you can run fast enough to escape me."

He stepped out of sight, closing the door behind him, leaving Nova alone with some bruises around her neck and thoughts she couldn't ignore. Spike took a deep and calming breath...before promptly leaning over and puking, spraying his acidic bile onto the crate and floor. It glowed for a few moments, ash mixing in with his bile, the boy spitting a few times, before walking towards the door in front of him, ignoring the shouts that he heard further in the cave. Had he stayed a moment, he would have noticed the glowing vomit slowly burning into the floor, the side of the crate he had vomited on had started to sizzle and break away.

Spike opened the door, before clunking it shut, leaning against the wall for a moment. He hated what just happened in there. It felt like something else was controlling him, he felt powerless...and yet, he also felt so strong then. He hated this feeling.

He stood back up and walked up the stairs, much faster than his previous pace, as he did not have much time. After all, he chocked a girl not much younger than he a few moments ago, and now he had to make up for lost time.

He walked into the control room, peering around, giving a look around at some of the dirty screens and keyboards, seeing no one there, he quickly went to work. He looked out the window to see people walking around, a little frantic, his eyebrow quirking up as he watched for a moment, before returning to the keyboard, stretching hands out and shaking them, "Come on, come on, come on, where are you, you little..."

Spike heard the door open, grasping a chair as he heard boot steps run up to him. He lifted the chair, throwing it, watching it smash against the wall, a loud yelp heard as he readied himself...only to relax when he heard the voice, calling out, "Sweet Celestia, kid! Friendly! Friendly!"

"Sand, what did you do to catch their attention?" Spike asked as the woman rounded the corner, mask in hand as she tried attaching it to her chest armor.

"As much as I'd like to take the credit, it wasn't me. The bitch came over and knocked on our door, which means we gotta leave, now." Sand said, pushing Spike aside and typing on the keyboard, Spike giving her a confused look

"Who?"

"The Queen Bitch herself, the leader of the Diamond Dogs." Sand mumbled out, Spikes blood running cold as he heard that, a shiver running up his spine as he remembered her voice. "Which means we gotta amscray."

"Agreed. How will we do this? There's no cover to the door."

"Doesn't matter, all the guys are heading off, we can just walk out."

"Won't it be loud?"

"Not if we change power to the panel, which is what I'm doing, so we can run over, open the door a smidge, and then slide under before anyone notices."

Spike mulled over the plan. After all, no plan survives first contact with the enemy, after all, he had planned to walk towards the mountains and help out whatever it was that needed help. Now, he was helping some random woman, trying to escape from another woman who wanted to use him for something that angered him.

Now, Twilight Velvet, Night Light, and Princess Celestia had always been clear with Spike about that whole rigamarole. Spike planned to give his first time to someone he truly trusted and loved, and he sure as Tartarus wasn't going to give it to the bitch sleeping drunk on a bed. Sand finally stood up, then nodded to Spike, the duo walking down and opening the door, peering out of the crack.

Seeing nothing, they slipped out and started walking, the people running by ignoring them, Spike and Sand sharing a glance as they walked towards the door. Spike opened the panel and started to flick the switches, before grabbing the lever and pushing it upwards, Sand standing there with a crossbow, both wincing as the massive door creaked and groaned open.

Of course, said noise grabbed someones attention, a woman running over with her weapon by her side (some sort of rifle, if Spike had to guess, with a scope on it), asking, "Hey, what the Tartarus are you two doing?"

"We're trying to fix the door." Sand answered, before pointing towards the panel. "Lever's stuck, trying to get it unstuck."

"Oh yeah? Then why the fuck it is opening?" She asked, raising her rifle, Spike standing up and looking back at her. "Is that the prisoner? Sand, you know what Mama will do to you when she finds out!"

"Which is why she won't find out...right, Sugar Spice?" Sand said, squeezing the handle of her own shotgun. Sugar stood there, her rifle not lowering, adjusting her grip a bit as she looked between them.

"Look, I have to keep going. If that Queen finds out I'm here, then she'll kill you all." Spike cut in, raising his hands a bit. Had he not been preoccupied by the current predicament, he would have noticed the shadow cast by the open door. "I need to go. So you can all be safe."

"Yeah, more like keep yourself safe." Sugar Spice said, her eyes narrowing at Spike. "I remember what you did, Spike. Turned into a fucking monster and destroyed half the town."

"That isn't what happened!"

"Oh? So you didn't destroy my home? You didn't wipe the floor with the Wonderbolts? You didn't morph into a two hundred foot monster straight out of my nightmares?!" Sugar Spice took a threatening step, Spike took a step back, Sand bringing her weapon up. "I knew Mama bringing you in was a bad idea. I told her and she ignored me! Now, here you are, trying to sneak out while the Queen Bitch herself is here! I should kill you right now!"

"Sugar, you don't mean tha -" Sand was interrupted by the woman sliding the bolt back and aiming at Spike. "Look, just put the thing down, and we can -"

She had no chance to finish her sentence, as the door was suddenly tugged upwards, the scarred face of the Lizard poking through, its long tongue flicking out as it looked around. Sand grabbed Spike and pulled him back, the Lizard twirling its head towards Sugar and hissing. She fired a shot, blood spilling out of the Lizard, making it give a throaty roar. It was upon her in a step, grabbing the screaming woman as she tried pulling the bolt back to push in another round.

She was lifted up, the woman giving a scream as it crushed bones in its grip, her rifle flying out of her hands and landing through the opened doorway, Spike and Sand watching in horror as the Lizard twisted the woman in its hands, the loud snaps echoing out giving a clue that her spine had been crushed like an aluminum can in an hydraulic presser. Her screamed were muffled as the Lizard snapped its jawa over her head and half her torso, before biting down, cutting Sugars scream short. It then tore its head back, blood spraying out as half of her body went down its gullet, the other half hanging in its claws, before it turned to Spike and Sand, its jaws covered it blood.

It stared at Spike, backing up and and hissing a bit as it recognized him. Shouts sounded out, before it was peppered in gun fire, a crossbow bolt lodging itself in its arm. The tegu roared at the approaching guards, before throwing the waist and legs at an approaching guard, taking him down, as it rushed forward towards the others, hissing angrily.

Spike made a move to help them, only to suddenly be grabbed by Sand. She tugged him through the door, ignoring his pleas to help them, before opening the panel and slamming her hand on the button, the doors giving a grinding noise as they lowered back down. Spike made to scramble under the doors, reaching a hand out, only to watch in horror as the Lizard tail whipped the body of a guard, smashing into the man and sending both himself and the body backwards.

Stars swam in Spikes vision, before he slowly got up, hearing the roar of the Lizard, sitting up and pushing the body off of himself. He knew the guard was dead, the tail whip snapped the poor mans neck before he impacted Spike. The dragonblood stood up, seeing Sand grab Sugars rifle, sighing loudly as the doors shut with a loud, audible thud, stopping all sounds from getting through.

Spike leant over and gave a loud growl, before slamming his hand against the wall, causing it to crack. "CELESTIA DAMN IT!" He screamed out, making Sand jump, looking at him. "I COULD HAVE FUCKING HELPED THEM! WHY DIDN'T YOU LET ME HELP THEM?!"

"Spike, they were gonna let Mama rape you and turn you into a fucking pet. Why would you want to help them?!"

"BECAUSE I CAN!" Spike shouted back, before pointing at the door. "IF YOU HAVEN'T NOTICED, THESE FUCKING THINGS ARE THE NORM UP THERE! IF I CAN HELP ANYONE, ANYONE AT ALL, I'LL TAKE THAT CHANCE, EVEN IF THEY ARE MY ENEMIES!" Spike pointed towards the dead body, giving a trembling breath as he stood there, "That is someone. I may have disagreed with him, he may have had intentions to hurt me, and world may have gone to shit, but that was a person." Spike stood up, adjusting his chain on his arm a bit, before saying, "I know I'm not one of the Elements or my sister...but if I can help, I will do so without question."

Spike looked at the corpse, before shaking his head, starting to walk down the lit tunnel, Sand watching him. She looked down at the corpse, before back at the door, shaking her head. She knelt down, emptying the pockets of the corpse for any ammo she could use for her new rifle. Once she had looted the body, she stood back up and followed Spike, giving a grunt.

On the other side of the door, the Lizard was throwing irs head back, swallowing an arm, before tearing off of a leg. Mama walked out of her train, giving a smile as she adjusted her gauntlets, then adjusted her shirt as she saw the Lizard feasting on a corpse, one of her guards no doubt. She looked at Nova, her eyes flashing with worry as she saw the bruises around her neck.

"Spike?" Nova nodded, making Mama sigh, before she cracked her knuckles. "Fine, let's break in the new pet before I talk to Queen Bitch. Then, we'll go have a...chat with our Pup." Mama walked forward, flashing an wicked grin, seeing the Lizard perk up towards her, hissing as it got on all fours, its tail whipping around a bit as it opened its jaws in warning. "My daughter needs a new pet. You're it."