Ripples

NOTICE

The level of writing in this fanfiction is unfortunately rather sub-par and does not accurately represent my full capability as an author. This fanfiction had been in production for several months, however for that duration I was oblivious to how bad the writing really was. I may return and improve it later on, and production has not stopped completely, just keep in mind that I have improved greatly as an author since the majority of this fanfiction was written.WinCamXP, 4/5/13 4:39PM

Introduction

A fate worse than death

        It all began before I could walk, talk, or think rationally. The draft for service included 66% of all newborn foals, and I was one of those really, really unlucky 66%. I was only with my mother for a day, and then they took me. I don't remember her, or even what she looked like. All I know is that she gave birth to me, and brought me into this world. They took me away to the worst place a pony could be. A place worse than death.        They carelessly tossed me, along with twenty other foals, into the back of a truck. They rushed full throttle to the initiation lab, with no regards for safety. Many sharp turns sent us lurching back and forth, crashing into each other and the walls of the vehicle. By the time we were there, most of us were dead, covered in blood, or otherwise seriously injured. I was not as lucky. They took us into the lab inside old used plastic bags with air holes poked in them. Those of us who survived were set on operation tables, and those who didn’t...they were sent to Celestia knows where.        No medication was given. They sliced us open with a non-sterile scalpel down the shoulder of our front right forehoof, inserted a strange metal device which attached to the bone, and stitched up the incision. That was when we lost all ability to be somepony. To have any opinions, to be able to speak, or even choose. We simply became a servant, who will follow orders and never falter. Ever.        I remember this event because that memory has played back to me in my dreams every time I sleep. I don’t choose when to sleep. They do. I have been unable to control my body since that day. It goes about its evil work, all on its own, and I am trapped inside its head, all alone, unable to fight back.I will watch until the day I die, a life exactly like 66% of the remaining ponies in Equestria. There is nothing we can do but watch.        The work performed by our automated bodies includes executing rebels (in the corporate complex, mind you, we can never leave to see the outside world), mining for resources, executing innocents accused to be rebels (there’s really no difference to them), slaughtering diseased animals for food, executing more most-likely-not-rebels, and hauling around very heavy loads and boxes. And we did all of this while forced to listen to the broadcast run by them. They know exactly what to say or broadcast to make us feel like shit. They insult us, congratulate us when we murder all those innocent ponies, and scold us for not working hard enough (what good does THAT do? It’s not like we can help it). I think they deliberately programmed our bodies to do a half-ass job, just so they can beat us and whip us. Yes, they actually do that - usually for hours at a time. And the whip is always covered in little shards of glass, or if it’s a really bad day, hot coals. All while we have no way to fight back.        None of us want to live. We all wish we could just die, and hopefully our bodies would continue the dirty work so they wouldn’t know we’re gone. That’s exactly what they do, but if they notice the lack of brainwaves, they pull the switch and the body combusts from the inside out. No point in having a mindless body doing all the hard work for you with no charge, it must have a mind locked in it being eternally tortured. Otherwise, it might as well not be working.        I have no idea what it’s like for the lucky-as-hell 33%. It’s surely better than the shit we deal with. All I know is several of them die, every day, at my hooves. The looks in their faces as they know what’s about to happen is the worst part of my entire existence, as little as it may be. Worse than the whippings, worse than the endless torment. Knowing that somepony died, because of my body, without having any way to stop it.        So here we are, just another day in the dumps. My body gets thirty minutes of sleep every 24 hours, and I must relive the beginning of my life every single time. And when it’s finally over, I feel like shit. I always feel like shit, but I feel especially shitty when I have to get up. I know what happened way back, and sometimes being kidnapped is worse than what happens after the kidnapping. Reliving that scene for all eternity would sure as hell be better than everything else I go through. But no, I must get up, feel like shit, go to “work”, feel like shit for all day long, go to bed feeling like shit, and wake up feeling like shit. And all of this is fully automated. Did I mention I feel like shit?        I just woke up. I always imagined my mind had a body of its own, locked inside my head. I laid back in my dusty red recliner that I have sat in for years, and watch as the “magic” happened. They were feeling generous today, and decided to broadcast a very, very high-pitched squeal through the broadcast. It hurt like hell, but at least they weren’t really tormenting me. It was just raw pain. Better than anything else.        I was walking down the hallway to the execution block. Great, starting the day with this. Always makes me feel like there’s sunshine and rainbows all inside me. I can’t close my eyes except for the split-seconds which I blink, I can’t look away, so I just think about the only time I had any free will. I try and think about it, but there’s no more to think about. I’ve run the subject dry. I just have to watch.        The glass doors slid open in front of me as if they knew I was coming. Which they did, everything was connected and synchronized. Including us. I walked up to the platform that rose above the pit of death. A small, precariously perched piece of metal with a control panel on it. Always felt like it was going to fall, which would be the best thing to ever happen, but it never did. Two more of us came out from the opposite side of the pit, with the next victim tied in chains so she could not move. This one was purple, with brighter purple hair hanging over her face. The look of terror in her eyes sent my soul loaded with guilt. And this was just the beginning.        Everything went as normal. They tied a very uncomfortable, chafe-y rope around her neck, without even bothering to untie her. A crane up above then lifted her roped, chained body to the center of the pit, hanging there. The bottom of the pit was an unknown destiny, exactly what was down there was a mystery. But the victims never found out either. A rotating saw blade controlled by my hooves using buttons and levers on the control panel comes out of the wall and slices the current victim’s head off. Slowly. The blood would always get in my eyes, and I never blinked. The body would fall, but what was left of the head stayed. It was taken away, but exactly to where was yet another mystery I would never know. My hoof reached out to the lever to send the blade on its way to its next victim. The look of pleading in the poor mare’s eyes was unbearable. I wanted to stop. I really did. But she didn’t know, and never will know. My hoof touched the lever, and the sawblade began moving. This was the moment. Just about everything else I could get used to. Just not this. Every single time, I feel like I might as well be the one hanging there. But I was never going to receive such mercy.        The saw inched closer and closer. It went as slow as possible to torment both me, and the victim. It grew closer. And closer. And very close. The force of the spinning was now whipping the mare’s hair back and forth. Just as her final breath was about to be exhaled, my hoof stopped. My hoof stopped. What the fuck.......my hoof stopped?! Was this some kind of cruel joke to torment me longer? Suddenly, my legs buckled and I fell onto my side. Electricity coursed through my veins, causing me to spasm. The feeling originated from my right shoulder, exactly where the receiver was. I was too shocked to, well, think. All I felt was electric pain. Then, everything just stopped. I just lie there, flat. Is this what it’s like to die? Will I get to go away now?        Then the alarm started. I jerked, startled by the ala-        ...I jerked? I JERKED? I looked around me. I could move! I COULD MOVE! Thankfully, years of marching down hallways taught me how to walk perfectly. I immediately got up, and marched as fast as I could towards the exit to this room. I heard the sawblade start again behind me, and the final scream of the poor mare. But it was too late for that. I continued marching. But the alarm continued, and suddenly the high squealing from the broadcast stopped and a voice screamed inside my head.        “STOP! STOP THIS INSTANT, YOU LITTLE FUCKER! MARCH RIGHT BACK INTO THERE AND SURRENDER!” it yelled. The connection sounded bad, it was crackling and popping. I ignored it. I was free! The voice began speaking again, but as soon as it started I heard a POP! and the broadcast went silent. All I heard was the alarm. I looked over my gray (I’m gray? Okay...) shoulder, and two stallions, one brown and one gray, burst out of the execution room coming after me. And holy fuck, they were going FAST! I’d never seen anypony move so fast! I studied the movement of their hooves as they approached, as little time as I had to do so. I’ve become very observant over these years, and just as they were about to grab my blue tail (my tail was blue?! Cool!) I began sprinting just as fast as they were. I stumbled slightly, but I regained my hooves and began going even faster than them. I could do it. I was free! I reached the end of the hallway and almost smacked into the wall, but I skidded to a stop just before crashing into it and headed down the hallway towards the one place in this building I had never, ever seen before. I heard a large slamming noise and a crack as the two bucks crashed into the wall, and each other. One of them moaned in pain, screaming about his leg.        I continued down this mystery hallway, any features that may have been on the walls blurring past me. This place was entirely new to me - I had never explored anywhere new, everything had always been the same. But now, I could explore. The hallway took several winding turns, but never branched off anywhere. I don’t know why that is the case, but I didn’t care. My logical mind only knew one thing - if I hadn’t been here before, I wasn’t supposed to be here; and if I wasn’t supposed to be here, that meant freedom.        The hallway finally ended in more glass doors. I burst through them, my horn (!!!) slamming onto the roof above it. I was a unicorn! Awesome! I was greeted by an enormous wide, open area with a sky all above me. It engulfed me, and I skidded to a stop, just to stare at it. Little specs of white twinkled across it, along with one large white disc. I could swear it looked like there was a mare on it...        But the sound of smashing glass erupting behind me startled me, and I began to run again. Building after building passed by, all of them looking more or less the same. They were rather bland, white tiled cubes with barred windows, and a large metal door. That was the most variety I’d ever seen in a building, so I was fascinated. I weaved through the sides of these buildings, running down road after road, the entire world looking mostly the same. The sound of the alarm faded behind me, and eventually the buildings became more spaced out. Some of them looked rusty and abandoned, and cracks began showing on the road. I decided to stick to this road, my stamina finally catching up to me. I had to slow down, and take deep breaths. Doing so felt so good, even when my body was worked to or past its limit, it never got to rest. I slowly trotted down the road, until eventually a large gate towered in front of me, completely obscuring the view of any further. Except for one very small hole I noticed, almost behind a building squished against the gate. Maybe I could fit through there...

Chapter 1

1%

        That hole was a bitch to get through. First, I had to squeeze behind the dark corner of one of those bland houses, then I had to shimmy over to the hole, lay down awkwardly, and push myself through. I scraped my side on the way through, the gash somewhat deep and bleeding. Not as bad as past experiences, it will heal.        The sight that awaited me on the outside was more shocking than everything so far. Old, dilapidated ruins of a once homey town stretched out to the horizon. It seemed strange that such a location would be immediately outside a gate into a large industrial city, although I assumed that they were too lazy to clear this place out, and didn’t think anypony would get out here anyway. Well, they were wrong.        I walked down the pathway, looking into the buildings. Windows were smashed, doors lay on one hinge or broken off completely, and a very conveniently placed tumbleweed rolled across the street. Something made a large metallic scraping noise behind me, and I jumped. The roof of one of the buildings caved inward, sending a plume of dust outward in every direction. As it reached me, I began coughing. I had never coughed before, I wonder if it’s a bad thing?        I finally had some time to think. I sat down against the wall of one of these buildings, the wood creaking from my weight. I thought back on what had just happened. Somehow, my receiver inside me had shorted out and stopped working. I was able to escape from the complex quite easily, despite all of the protocols put in place to prevent anypony from getting in...although they had never planned on anypony getting out. Surely any protection would work both ways, though, right?        After escaping, I simply ran wherever I felt would hide me, eventually stumbling upon the gate. I noticed a hole almost completely concealed behind the wall of a house, and squeezed through it. So now, here I am. In such a small timeframe, so much happened. It was very peculiar how I was able to get out so easily, no doubt, but here I was.        I finally truly understood what this meant. I was free. I could do anything. I could-        “HEY!” A voice half-whispered at me. I jumped from my place, startled yet again. “Get in here, they’ll find you if you’re not careful!”        I didn’t exactly know where “here” was. I had to speak to this pony. I had never spoke before. I had seen them do it on occasion, surely it wouldn’t be hard.        “Whur ur yu?” I slurred. Talking was rather unfamiliar for me, I’d never spoken myself.        “Are you drunk?! Walk towards my voice, dammit.”        Well, it was coming from the right, but all I saw was a bush. Its brownish leaves mostly hung from the stems loosely. So that’s what a plant looked like...        “Oh, for the love of Celestia. Get in here right now before we shoot you for meat.”        Shoot? They had GUNS? I quickly obeyed, and walked directly into the bush. On the other side was an interesting sight. Debris and scraps had been carefully placed to form a tunnel, which turned to the right in front of me. This must have just looked like a pile of junk from the outside.        A blue earth pony stuck his head from around the corner. His expression was very annoyed, but I was used to much worse than that. “Get in here, we can’t wait all day!”        I followed obediently. Surely this buck wasn’t one of them. He actually seemed to care. The tunnel took several turns before ending in what looked like the base of a tree. Dead end. I was about to (try to) ask, but the buck just walked through it and it swayed like fabric. So they disguised the entrance...        After walking in, a library greeted me. Books lay all around the floor around shelves which had fallen down. The walls were made of wood, and staircases branched in many directions off to different rooms. It was almost as if this was inside a tree...In the center of the book-filled room, there was a table. Behind the table sat an orange buck with a green, spiked mane. (How did my mane look?) He was tapping away at a laptop, and looked up as I stepped in.“And who is this? Almost looks like one of those mindless zombies they use for labor,” he said, His voice was very deep and gravelly. His face held a rather quizzical look.“I don’t know, but he sounds drunk.” the blue stallion responded. His mane was a lighter blue than his body, cut very short and flat on the top.“So tell me, mysterious wanderer, where did you come from and why are you here?” the orange buck asked me. I didn’t know what to say, what are the chances he’d believe me?“Definitely not a talkative one. Clearly from somewhere out here, though, don’t see any unicorns in the city walls. That is, other than the slave zombies.”...what?“You spoke before, Fury here told me. Are you actually drunk?” he continued.Luckily, I had been studying the movement of their mouth. I’d not had a proper experience to do so before, so now I was able to better assimilate myself with the process of talking.“I...I...no,” I stammered.“So where are you from?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.“In...in there,” I said, gesturing towards what I thought was the direction of the walls.“A unicorn? In the city? Nonsense! I think you really are drunk...”I began panicking. What was I supposed to say?!“It...it’s terrible in there. I couldn’t d- do anything...I just had to w- watch...” I said, trembling. Was this buck going to hurt me? I wasn’t exactly familiar with the social norms of the outside.“Watch what?” he asked. This interrogation was going very deep and personal.“I WAS ONE OF THEM!” I screamed, breaking down. “I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT IT STOPPED! I ESCAPED!”“One of who?” Fury said from behind me, both of the bucks keeping straight faces.“THE SLAVES!” I yelled, and finally collapsed on the floor, sobbing. I hope they understood. They looked at eachother, then at me bawling pathetically on the floor.The blue stallion asked another question, “So you’re telling me you were one of the mindless zombies?”All I could do was nod.“So they’re not mindless?”“B- bodyless...not mindless,” I muttered after a few seconds. He sat idly and thought for a moment.“So they were controlling you?” he finally asked, apparently understanding.I took a deep breath, mostly calmed down. “Yes...”“That explains your lack of a cutie mark.”…?“Anyway, so how did you escape?”“I don’t know...all I know is the device that controls me stopped working.”He looked at me for a moment, then at my shoulder. He stared at it for a few seconds.“There’s a scar on your shoulder. Is that where it is?” he asked.I nodded.Fury turned towards the orange buck. “Rage? Take him to the operation table. Right shoulderblade, you’ll see the scar. Take whatever’s in there out of him. Should probably knock her out, might hurt a lot.”...what? What was he doing?“Before we start, do you have a name?” Rage asked.“...no.” I said quietly.“Do you want one?” he asked, seeming concerned for me?“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with a name yet. I still need to find out who I am.”He stared at me for a moment, taking in my answer. “Well, at least you aren’t stupid. Come here, I just need to inject you with this serum and you’ll go right to sleep. Shouldn’t hurt, the painful part will all happen while you’re sleeping.”I don’t know if that was reassuring or worrying. Not knowing what else to do, I trotted to him and he brought out a tube filled with a green liquid. He inserted a long, pointy needle at the end. That did not look like very much fun...then again, that’s probably the least menacing source of pain I’d seen in my life. So it was actually rather comforting, in a strange way.“Just stand still, close your eyes if you have to. This will only take a moment.”So I did. I felt a sharp prick near my neck, but then it was gone. Rage just stared at me. I was about to ask what he was doing that for when I blacked out.When I finally came back, I felt better than I ever had before. I actually had a peaceful sleep for once!"Well, the operation was a success," claimed Rage, "but there were some complications. "First off, when that receiver of yours died, the flesh around it burned. You'll need to rest, we have serums that can help, but they don't work immediately."I nodded."We were hoping we'd be able to study this receiver and try to figure out how it worked, but sadly yours was damaged beyond repair."I looked at him, studying his face. He had a scar running from his left cheek down to his neck. His eyes were yellow."I want to know about the outside world," I told him. He stared at me for a moment, looking sorry for me. So he explained. Many years ago, Equestria was free. Everypony in it was free to do as they wished. Technology began exploding, invention after invention coming day after day. Equestria was industrializing, and fast.One company, however, had decided they wanted more power. They were worth the most bits, more than any other company. Their products were found in almost every household, and seemingly no matter what they did, ponies always loyally bought their products.They always craved for more. They tried and tried to run other companies out of business, they bought them, sued them, sometimes even publicly humiliating them. But ultimately, it wasn't enough.Princess Celestia had been ruler for thousands of years. She noticed the company's strange behavior, and began to investigate. The company then slowed their malicious acts, taking them underground. They changed their name to Parasprite Technologies, or PT as they were often called. On the outside, it looked as if they turned a new leaf.Little did anypony know, however, PT was training assassins. Ponies began disappearing, but nopony was ever able to find whoever was behind it. They became the masters of assassination, taking out the leaders of rival companies, and others who stood in their way.Eventually, the clues were put together and it was almost obvious PT was behind it. But they could kill. Celestia lost an entire army to PT - after she heard that PT was behind the murders, she immediately hired many, many ponies into the military. All of them died in the end.And just as the last soldiers on the battlefield perished, Celestia herself stepped into the open field where the battle took place, and just stood there. So they shot her. It may have been suicide, but it didn't matter. PT was the new ruler, and they could do whatever the hell they wanted.Over time, they shaped society exactly how they wanted. All unicorns and pegasi (the 66%) were taken to become slaves. The earth ponies (the 33%) stayed behind, locked inside the city. They were fed very little, received very little social interaction, and weren't much better than slaves - they only left their house when there was work for them. At least they had free will.Now I'm not good with numbers. Turns out 33 and 66 together do not make 100. The remaining 1%? They're the rebels who live outside the walls. Including Rage and Fury. Those who didn't hide their bases as well were the ones being executed.I had to be careful, or I was next.

Chapter 2

Ruins

        I had to rest on the operation table for almost 24 hours before I was allowed to walk again. That was the best time in my life. I never had a proper rest before, so finally getting the chance to have one was simply amazing. When I finally woke up, yet another interrogation followed.        “I’m sorry we’re asking you so many questions, but we need this information. The knowledge you’ve given us so far is extremely valuable, and we intend on knowing as much as possible before the day ends. So let me ask you now, how did you manage to escape the city?” Fury asked me as I sat in a dusty red recliner back in the main room.        I explained every detail I could remember starting from the moment I was freed from the prison up until now. They listened intently, Rage typing something on his laptop as I talked. As I drew to a close, the three of us just sat and pondered the recent events.        “Well, the past is behind you. You’re one of us now,” Fury stated. “You’ll have to learn the rules of the Ruins. First off, this used to be a town called Ponyville. Don’t ask me why it’s not gone, you’d think such a location would be wiped off the face of Equestria as soon as PT got here. They left it here, even built a city almost inside it, but never bothered to destroy it.They know we’re here, and they certainly have the power to wipe us out. But they never do, they’re keeping us for a reason.”        “You sure have thought this through,” I told him.        “I’m sure ‘thinking things through’ is something you’re a master at by now,” Rage commented. I had to agree.        Fury continued. “If you stumble upon the base of any other rebels, don’t go in, and under no circumstances should you take something that was claimed already. Find it in a pile of junk? Great, take it. But if it belongs to somepony, leave it. Don’t even touch it.”        Simple enough.        “Also, there’s no laws out here other than ‘don’t get caught’. That means that if somepony is really hungry, they won’t hesitate to shoot you and take your shit.”        “Sorry to change the subject,” I interrupted, “but wouldn’t there be somewhere safer than right next to this city to call a home?”        Rage answered this question. “PT has set up electric shock fields a little ways out from the perimeter of the city. Again, the fact we’re included in its area of ‘protection’ raises a lot of suspicion. Basically, nopony gets in, nopony gets out...except PT workers.”        Fury continued with his instructions. “A gun is essential. We have some spare pistols, but that’s not very helpful when many ponies want you dead. You’ll have to go scavenge around to find anything with enough firepower to kill a parasprite.”        “Parasprite?” I asked.        “Small bug. Multiplies. Eats everything. Annoys the shit out of you. Fairly easy to kill, however,” he answered, “if you have a half-decent firearm.”        I spent even more time pondering what had been discussed. I’d been doing that a lot today.        “Seems rather simple,” I said. “The only real danger is being caught by somepony. If you’re stealthy enough, there doesn’t seem to be anything to worry about.”        “Well, I suppose so,” Fury said skeptically.        “Are you sure there aren’t any, well, mutant monsters?” I continued.        “Nope.”        “Deadly contagious diseases?”        “Nothing deadly.”        “Monsters that want me dead?”        “Not inside the border.”        “Friends?” I asked conclusively.        This came as a surprise to both Fury and Rage. Rage looked up from the laptop and stared at me, curious about my comment.        “There’s no real friendship anymore,” Rage said in his gravelly voice with a deep sigh. “All of it died when the Elements of Harmony disappeared. No reason to have friends when there’s no reason to live. We just keep on living because we go on, day after day, hoping we can make the world better again. It will never happen.”        I was about to ask about the Elements of Harmony, but I’d absorbed so much in one day I thought it was time to do something.        “Don’t give up so easily,” I said encouragingly. “Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t try to make it happen.”        “You sure are determined for somepony who’s been locked away for so long,” Fury muttered. While that wasn’t meant as an insult, it stung inside me.        “What do you think I did in there? Went braindead? I can assure you now that if I was braindead, they would kill me as soon as they noticed. Which wouldn’t be long. I imagined ways somepony would be able to save us to keep myself busy. And they were always a brave, courageous hero that was seemingly invincible. Don’t crush my dreams,” I told them. Well, they weren’t exactly dreams, but there wasn’t much of a difference.        “Are you telling me you’ve learned many hard lessons about life skills, and become a freakishly observant mastermind just by being tortured your entire life, with no way to fight back?” Rage half-yelled.        I blushed. “Well, uhh, I don’t know...”        “Do you know what this means? You were able to learn to run in ten seconds flat, and you spotted a pony-sized hole that led to as much freedom as you can get that nopony has seen for hundreds of years!” He was yelling at this point. “You are just what we need to save us! You can bring the world back! You are the one!”        I looked at my hooves, my cheeks flaming red. “Now don’t you think that’s...a bit generous?” I whispered, embarrassed at the sudden (and rather loud) praise.        Rage finally calmed down enough to talk at a normal volume. “Really, that’s an understatement. But you’ll need training if you want to survive. I imagine you’re not good with stealth, since you’re used to marching around in the open, announcing your presence to everypony.”        I had to agree. I must say, the amount of intelligence and logic in this conversation was really getting us somewhere. How long till something fucks up?        Fate answered: not long. Fury had been walking up the creaky stairs towards the operation table, slipped, and fell of the sides - the railing had rotted off years ago. A large crack sounded from him, along with a moan of pain.        “Am I psychic?!” I said, not intending for it to be out loud.        “Er...are you?” Rage asked, confused.        “I...uh...nevermind.” I muttered. “Are you going to help him?”        “Oh, that would make sense, wouldn’t it?” Rage stated, looking embarrassed at his lack of immediate action. He grabbed a medical supplies box from the one shelf still standing, and trotted over to Fury. Fury moaned in pain.        My mane was starting to itch from boredom. I was free now, I wanted to go do something. I’d been spending so much time speculating and preparing in here, wasting precious minutes. I wanted to explore, now that I finally could.        “This will be a while,” said Rage from across the room. “Just stay in here. There’s drinks in the fridge, although they may be rather warm.”        Drinks? Sure! Stay here? Absolutely not! I walked to the fridge, opened it with my mouth and was greeted by several aluminum cans. I grabbed a green one, and stared at it. How do I open it?        I heard a sigh from behind me. “Pull the tab on the top upwards,” Rage said, annoyed. I set the can on the floor, held it between my hooves, and pulled the tab up as he told me. The can made a loud POP! and began to fizz. I raised the can and looked in the hole, tilting it too far and spilling sticky green soda all over me. Gross."There's a towel in the bathroom. Next time, don't waste precious drinks." Rage said, clearly fed up with my stupidity, still working on the moaning Fury. I walked in the direction he pointed, finding a room with a toilet, sinks, and a towel. I had never gone to the bathroom on my own before, but I felt that familiar urge and relieved myself. I wiped my face with the towel, fumbling it awkwardly between my hooves. I was not good at holding things.I was making my way out back into the main room. Predictably, Rage was still working on Fury.“Something wrong?” I asked.“This leg was twisted badly. It’ll take weeks to heal,” Rage responded. Fury moaned after hearing the news.“Okay...I’ll just lay here...on this couch...doing nothing,” I lied. It was mandatory he did not know anything about what I was about to do.“I know what you’re going to do. I’m not blind, you know. You’ll get yourself killed out there. You need proper training, so you know how to survive. I doubt anypony would stay hidden long without knowing the rules of the road,” he sternly explained.I was about to complain, but all of the sudden the most painful headache I’d ever experience came over me. I let out a loud groan and fell onto the floor.“Oh, don’t tell me you’re hurt too,” Rage moaned. Fury also moaned.I didn’t hear. I was in pain. All I could feel, think, or know was pain. I couldn’t see, hear, smell, or feel anything but pain. Don’t know if I was screaming, or if I was unconscious. All I know is there was pain.

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