Razor's Philosophy - Dark Times

by P0opster

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Original Character, Adventure, Gore, Princess Celestia, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Main 6, Lyra
Length: 6426

The dark secret of the Princesses and Princes of Canterlot Royal Family threatens the life of Equestria.

The dark secret of the Royal Family is rarely mentioned outside of the hushed discussions that take place within Canterlot Palace. Even the Princesses are oblivious to the withheld information. Only one pony, a noble pegasus, stumbles upon this dark secret by accident. When he attempts to share the truth with Equestria, things go from bad to worse. But to what lengths will Equestria and the Princesses do to protect themselves?
(description really cheers to sierra_seven_ for helping me out here)

Thanks to Deep Pond for prereading and help and the TWE members for giving me courage to continute this.
Thanks guys!

Published 2012-11-28 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-24 15:54:00 UTC

Discovery

~~Restricted Access~~

SYSTEM: Accessing... Complete!

Files: Footage_01

Footage_02

Footage_03

~~Restricted Access~~

The cursor on the screen shifted to the last file.

*Play*

The screen flickered and speakers whined, causing the pegasus to wince at the bright light and sound.

"No... Please, no!" the little pegasus sobbed. He backed away from the massive flaming maned alicorn, leaving bloody hoofprints on the floor. The alicorn just sniggered and held up the frayed ends of some wires which sparked with red glowing electricity in the dark room.

"Come on now brat. You know what would happen if you don't follow our instructions, don't you?" she said coldly, her blazing ruby eyes flashing wickedly in the light. Her mane lighting up the dark room enough for her to be seen clearly.

The small colt backed away from her until the back wall of the room where he flattened him against the wall. The alicorn was losing her patience. She stomped up to him and tried to drag him away from the wall. He resisted strongly and refused to simply move. Tears splashed onto the floor as he slid down the wall, leaving a trail of crimson red blood. His raw and bleeding wings hung uselessly at his sides.

"Blah! This kid is seriously stubborn!" She roared, totally losing her cool and she threw the wires she was holding aside.

She grabbed the poor pony by his head. Furiously, she pulled him up and slammed him hard on the wall. He gasped in shock as pain stung throughout his small body. Red liquid splattered all over the wall's white surface. At this point of time, a bright purple alicorn with dark purple flowing mane stepped into the room.

"Fire Fury! What are you doing!?" She exclaimed.

She galloped over to the enraged alicorn and magically restrained her from bashing the colt again.

"What!" Fire Fury shouted, glaring at the new arrival.

"What were you doing?" The purple alicorn strained. "You are not supposed to KILL him!"

"But he is such a stubborn brat!" Fire Fury spluttered angrily, "he would not even listen to what I told him do to and still try to run away from me!"

"I know you have a short temper, but please!" Don't vent your anger on this kid! Remember that we have some plans with this kid, alright?" Fire Fury snorted. She stomped the ground furiously and dropped the dazed and bloodied pegasus.

"Whatever big sis. If I were you, I would just kill him to prevent any leaks of what we are doing here in Canterlot. I still think that we should not waste time on this miserable kid for some idiotic plan that I don't think would even benefit us in the project!" Fire Fury glared at the crumpled pile of the white colt as she walked out of the room. She bucked the door closed on the way out.

Her "big sis" noisily clip-clopped over to the young pegasus, who had rolled himself into a protective ball. She sighed and went over to a nearby operating table. She hovered a bloodstained note infront of her, mumbling "magic...","electricity...". Her unicorn horn glowed with magic and the small colt was surrounded with a violet coloured aura.
She hovered him to the table and carefully pried open his body.

She then strapped him down to the table. He whimpered softly. He gazed at her with pitiful eyes, pleading her to stop.

"Heh, I wouldn't be able to do this without enough light." she ignored him and gropped around in the darkness for awhile. She gave a sastified smile when she found the small switch on the wall.

"Let there be light."

"Konhg!" The overhead lights flashed brightly, casting light all over the room. Blood could be seen almost everywhere; the ceilings, the walls, the tables, the chairs and the floor mostly. The alicorn princess picked up the wires that Fire Fury had tossed away earlier.

She glanced at the pony strapped to the table. He was in a pitiful state. His pure creamy white coat was covered in his blood, his wings were bloody at the top tips. Strangely, his triple-coloured mane still out, untouched by blood. It was coloured in dark golden brown, lightning yellow and a navy blue. His middle portion of the hair was shaped like a lightning. She would had felt sorry for him but he had seen what they were doing. She had no choice.

The princess pulled the wires that was connected to some transparent box that contained yellowish electricity like waves closer to him.

"No..." he whispered, unable to tear his eyes away. She tied the end of the wire to one of his shuddering wings and took another set of wires for his other wing.

"No!" he screeched. The alicorn merely ignored him and walked to the mysterious electricity pulsing box, where a switch lay.

"No!!! Don't do it!" he screamed, struggling against his restraints but to no avail.

She put her hoof at the switch and grimaced at him.

She flicked the switch.

Razor Light flinched and quickly hit the stop button. The video froze on the thing he called computer screen, in mid spectrums of yellow and red. He shivered as he recalled being there, the small white colt in the video.

He buried his head in his hooves; it had been ten years. The experiment and torture that they had done scarred his life and experiences. His wings were one of the examples. They have been opened up, changed completely and also merged with something they called RAGE.

All in pointless need.

There was a sudden loud rapping knock at the door. Razor shot up in his seat, reality coming back into his thoughts, and quickly closed the video and shut off the screen light. Nopony should know of it yet.

"Come in," he said coldly. The door swung open to reveal a familiar grayish-blue unicorn with a long brown mane and tail. His brilliant green eyes swept across the room, landing on Razor seating in front of the computer.

"Ah, good evening Whiteraze. I thought you might want to take a look at the new papers?" He said courteously. Razor froze for a moment, recalling who he was.

He was the leader of an underground society, the Equestrian Grim Reapers, or EGR, also known as the Sulton-Reapers because of their origins; the Sultoner Desert. This band of pony murderers specialized in killing and assassinations. The Equestrian government has put out bounty for each Reaper caught or killed. They did not want scum to cause bloody massacres in Equestria.

"Yes. Give me a moment," he sighed.

Razor cleared the table and switched on the light. The unicorn, Outpodest, magically hovered a set of papers to Razor.

"Supplies, weaponry, cards for cops..." He muttered while flipping through the stack of boring papers. It is tiring and boring to be a leader at times. Papers and stuff are usually the downside to be the head of an organisation.

"Hm? Whats this?" He grunted, spotting something unusual. He pulled out a paper and put it on top of the stack to have a better read.

"Some blue streak thing crashed in the south side of Zulch Grab, a distance of 87km away from the center of Sultoner desert, seen by sentries two days ago. Reported to have unusual markings. Permission to launch a search party," he mumbled. He glanced up and covered the paper from sight with his hooves.

Outpodest had curiously shifted closer to Whiteraze as he read the report and backed away after he was caught. His leader stared at him. He could only guess Whiteraze was glaring at him with narrowed eyes, since the mask his leader wore hid his eyes and the rest of his face.

I don't think anypony has seen whats behind that mask, Outpodest thought. He have been so mysterious and withdrawn ever since I have known him, maybe that's what that made other bucks scared of him.

"Well, do ya have a quill?" Whiteraze asked. Outpodest reached back to his backpack with his head. He floated the quill and ink from the bags with his horn. The quill levitated over to Whiteraze, who took it with a soft thanks. The masked pegasus dumped the papers onto the table. He grabbed the feather of the quill with his left hoof, dipping it into the pot of ink, he began to sign the stack of papers.

"How are ya? Haven't seen you lately." Razor asked while signing the papers. "You should be feeling better now from that headache eh?"

Outpodest rubbed his temples with his spare hoof and shrugged. The usual light was back, twinkling in his eyes.

Well, thats a good sign, he got me very worried there. I thought he got the magical syndrome, which I heard that in the worst case scenario the unicorn would completely lose his or her magic.

"Yeah. Its been better, thanks. And you too Whiteraze, why aren't you out of your room for the weekly draws?"

Razor stoppe, the quill made an extra big dot on his signature. He had completely forgotten that he was supposed to be overlooking the new arrival of weapons. It was to make sure his weapons were not in 'black' quailty and could function in the way they should. Somehow it had slipped past his occupied mind.

"Been busy with stuff," he sead finally after awhile.

"What stuff?" Outpod asked, looking curious like a cat.

Orh oh! Hes becoming more like a job interviewer by the minute! Razor realised. Better not let him know.

"Hmph. Lets just say that it should remain 'shushed' at all times," he winked at the unicorn.

His magical friend stared at him blankly. Then, a small grin crept at the edges of his face as he realised what his leader meant.

Quite the joker.

"Aww! Why don't you just tell me!?" Outpod whined, punching him on the shoulder. "I am your most trusted friend ya know?"

"No. I still don't think it safe enough to be revealed just yet." He frowned, remembering his 'trust nopony' rule. "Its supposed to be something to do with my 'state'."

"Alright then," Outpod smiled. "Thats quite good news since you told be about the secret between Scarlet and Vanish. What a great laugh! I still got the giggles; it haven't quite gotten out of my mind yet."

Razor sniggered too; the two tough earth ponies of his group had actually been gay. He found out about it by accident.

When he had entered one of the restrooms in the halls... lets just say he saw them 'mating', and they panicked like mares and he was blasted with some... water. He turned up in his assistant's room looking all sullen and dripping wet with piss. All he could say before he immediately went for a private shower, was, "Silver Scarlet and Quicksliver Vanish mated." What a disgusting night.

"I won't. Trust me, pretty soon you would be able to join me in normal life as well."

His leader sighed and continuted signing the last paper, taking care to sign next to the blob of ink.

"Alright, I am done. Thanks Outpod."

"No problemo boss."

Outpodest leviated the papers into the air. He counted the papers and noticed that there was one missing. When he turned to ask Whiteraze about the last paper, he noticed the missing piece was in his hoof, hiding behind his back. It was the Unknown Crashed Object Report.

"Is there any problem?" Whiteraze asked, noticing his hesitation.

As usual. Super secretive. I really wonder what goes on in this pony's head, Outpodest thought. I don't seem to remember any time he did not keep any secrets away from me. But eh! He is difficult to read and predict. He seem to be very interested in that object, what could be it? He decided not to ask for the report back. Who knows what that pegasus had planned to do?

"Nope. None at all," he assured Whiteraze. His leader rolled his eyes at him as he hurriedly stuffed the paper into his bags.

He walked out of the room, not before waving goodbye to his leader. "Whiteraze" returned the gesture and poked his head outside, ensuring nopony was around after his assistant went down the stairs. Sastified, he turned off the light and closed the door. It creaked against its hinges and got stuck. He frowned deeply and kicked it, closing it finally. He must oil or get a new door soon. He suddenly ripped his mask off in discomfort.

"Blast it! This thing is so uncomfortable!" He complained, "I should get something better for my face. Otherwise I don't think I would be able to tolerate the air inside." He shot a glance to his "computer" and at his mask before deciding to use his invention to create the new facial blocking mask. His invention, which he calls a "computer", was quite useful indeed. It helped him to record and store data at will and could perform many function at once. The only problem was its power source, which wasn't a problem as he used the secret he had.

He sat in his tall chair and booted up his strange device again. He closed the video footage of his younger self. Humming to himself, he drew up a blueprint on the screen and started to redesign his current mask. It took him quite awhile to get everything smoothed and finished, but at the end he was still feeling fresh. Creating new things was one of his favourite hooby and he was good at it.

After he was done, he grabbed the report that he did not gave back to his unicorn friend and assistant. He read the report again. It was strange, as usually things and ponies do not come into the desert, mainly because of harsh conditions and it was so far away from the pony homeland: Equestria. Somehow it appealed to him that he should check it out.

But maybe it was just a lost bird. It is a waste of time and effort, one part of his mind suddenly nagged.

No, it can be something from the stupid project that I got messed up in! He argued. If that is the case, I would have the evidence for everypony to believe me then!

He threw the paper aside and leaned back in his chair. His mind throbbed as he planned on how to get out of Zulch Grab without anypony seeing him. He maybe the leader, but it is dangerous to let anypony know he was going out of his safehouse. Through his painful and long fighting life experiences, he learnt that he should never, ever, trust anypony. The only reason why he was alive was that only he could run E.G.R as many members looked up to him, thus those who wanted to grab his seat could not do anything to him openly.

Well, lets hope I am right this time, he frowned, getting up to his workstation to make his new mask.

Two hours later at midnight, Razor hopped from the window near his bed with his new and more tough mask on. It had better grip on his face and allowed better air flow. He also painted it in a skull like shape that he felt that it looked cool and "deathly" like.

He planned to move out at midnight when his ponies hardly disturbed him. Most of them would be drinking in the local bar in the mess hall or just out in the other nations to have abit of gang-scaring fun. They have quite a reputation, both in under and legal gangs.

He locked the door and blasted some loud music in the room, which meant he did not want to be disturbed. Nopony would notice he was gone, if they didn't have anything they wanted to bring up to him. He shuddered; there were so many Reapers that disturbed him consistantly for stupid things like, buying a pack of drugs or weapons that they wanted. It was tolerable for sometime, but it became annoying after awhile.

He landed on the metal edge of the fire escape, wobbling a little off balance. He grabbed the nearby pole for balance. The metal structure groaned and creaked loudly from all the sudden movement. He froze. If the ponies had heard the noise, they would definitely come out and investigate.

All the better, he thought, its Dare to Drink Up special tonight. They should be getting drunk down there.

He smiled a little when he thought of the mare in charge of these events. She was quite the pretty drinking pony to have when you have to drown your sorrows with a buddy. He had challenged her once. What a Big mistake. He lost half of his money to the bet and had a massive hangover that lasted for mornings.

Now back to the matter, here comes the tricky part. The old rusty fire escape he stood on didn't have any way down. The ladder was long broken and was now at the bottom of the platform. He peeked over the edge of the metal floor and saw a long, dizzy height to the ground.

He gulped and shrink back into the safety of the fire escape. One of his greatest fear now was heights, even though he was a pegasus. He couldn't fly down: his wings were sawed and cut to be razor sharp, which hindered his flying patterns. He cannot get a lift from the ground no matter how hard he pushed. The modified wings had either lost their natural wind flow and catch, or that it was because he did not complete flight school.

"Well, I did not even had the chance to take my third flying test."

He shrugged and proceeded with what he was doing. Talking himself was one of his good ways of ignoring and distracting himself from the height that he couldn't stomach, though that would make him look abit crazy.

After awhile of searching and thinking, he could only see the way down was to drop down from the window to the other window below it. It was the first time he took this new route. His old secret path that he took had nearly exposed him once. He didn't want to risk his luck again.

The wndows of Zulch Grab all had balconies. All he have to do was to get from the balcony and drop into the next. After that he could go and get evidence to support that there are "evil things" going on in the Canterlot castle.

"There it is..." He whispered to himself, spotting the nearest window directly below him.

He tightened the straps of his saddle bags and secured the locks tightly. Its not worth losing stuff while doing crazy maneuvers. Razer gripped the edge of the platform with his forelegs and hung himself off into the air, where his hind legs and body was left tangling in the air. Strong and hot wind blew his small frame to the side as he struggled to position his drop accurately onto the window balcony.

Then, for a heartstopping moment, his grip on the fire escape slipped as the wind blew his small body harder. He was carried more to the side by the wind and off the window balcony and he started to fall to certain death.

Falling to his death! Oh no.

Counting on his instincts, he pushed his hind legs to his left so that his four legged body faced straight. His wings beat uselessly as he strained to reach out to the balcony with his front hooves. His front legs skidded across the balcony before getting a grip on the edge of the stone. His fast descent was stopped and he slammed hard into the blunt edged bottom with a loud but silent thud.

"Ech!" He yelped. He bit his lips, restraining the urge to cry out aloud. He looked into the room and noticed there were many ponies there. He was just right at the mess hall's window. Blood drained from his face and his ears drooped when he saw one of them turned around and glare at him.

Oh shit.

Luckily for him, he was drunk and blubbering nonsense. He swayed on the spot and crashed onto the floor, bringing down a table and bottles of beer. The other ponies eyed him irritably and the bouncer dragged the drunk pony out of the bar, screaming at him to shut up. Nopony else had noticed him. Perrrrfect.

He pulled himself up onto the balcony and examined his sore body. Although his body hurt like heck, he had no visable cuts or bruises, which he felt that he was lucky not to even get any injuries from that kind of impact.

He peeked into window once more to ensure that he was still unseen. He climbed over the balcony railing, dropping into the next window without difficulty this time since the wind had dropped, until he reached the ground. Looking back that nopony noticed him, he shuffled into the hot and sandy dunes of the unknown Sultoner Desert, kicking up huge piles of sand.

Unknownst to him, another pony had followed him from the shadows of Zulch Grab and into the desert. The aqua green coloured unicorn conjured a royal letter out of nowhere and wrote in it. He smirked and teleported the letter away as he stepped onto the unsuspecting white pegasus's hoof steps. The moon that Luna brought out shined onto his narrowed eyes, revealing a smooth but glinting blue colour.

"So, you are finally out of your hidding place eh? Filthy, experimented RAGE containing pegasus."

The Crash Site

"Hmm. It appears that the subject has responded to RAGE," the bespectacled unicorn doctor declared, taking a glance from his test results at the unconscious gasping white pegasus.

He was still strapped to the blackened table, with more wires are plugged onto his chest, his hooves and his head. His wings that were recently connected to the wires looked untouched, except for the hot, barely visable white smoke emitting from the tip of his wings. A purple alicorn next him walked over to the doctor.

"Well? Is he stable and alive?" Valance Rose asked.

"Well," the doctor paused to read his report, "the subject has successfully reacted well with the RAGE, but not with the extra strengthening chemicals and sense boosters. We will need to carry out more proceedures to boost him to fighting level. Levelled of str -"

"To the point please," the princess sighed, rolling her eyes, "or in simple Equestrian."

"Oh, so sorry, your highness." He took in a sharp intake of breath, rolling his eyes secretly as if the alicorn was just being an idiot, "in simple terms, subject Razor Light is alive and kicking to his maximum, if not quite shaken."

Then he ranted on, obivious to her dark clouded face, "...the R.A.G.E implement charge, the physical changes to the body for maximum battle capabilities, refilling the bones with more efficient marrows..."

Her left eye narrowed and twitched. She yawned and grumbled under her breath in annoyance as she listened inattentively to the doctor. There wasn't anything for her to interrupt him either. She levitated the report sheet over her face to read it instead of waiting for the doctor to spill complicated notes into her ears.

"Razor Light , RAGE positive. Chemicals not reacting. Body structure complete," she murmured.

"That sounds good enough." She interrupted, "Looks like we can finally go into the last tier of-"

"Whoa, hold on princess." He halted her in mid speech, earning a death glare from the rose coloured princess, in which he cowered in fear.

"Well? What is the problem now?" She gritted.

The project has dragged for far too long and it have been taking a toll on her younger sister's temper. She snapped at subjects more lately and made her unpopular. There was nothing she could do to help keep her reputation, except to control her outbursts.

"T-t-the che-chemicals if they don't react soon," he stuttered, still cowering in fear. He gulped, "Razor might be... terminated."

"What!?"

"Those... chemicals which are mixed and combined in the dosage, something that I was against but, anyway, erm, can cause the cells of his body to mutate out of control in his body and cause death by rotting him inside out."

"So... you mean we should still wait for further results?"

"Urmm, you can say like that princess."

Silence dropped in the room as the princess studied the now unconscious pegasus, his ragged breath punctuating the silence softly. She closed her eyes, sighing and her magic flared. The noteboard was flunk back accurately back to its position.

"All right, a few more weeks for you. Do not let him die. You know your job, don't you Doctor?"

"Yes, princess."

Satisfied, she walked out of the dimly lit room with a nod. Doctor watched her exit, and heaved a sigh of relief. He can finally be more "gentle" to his subject now without any stress. He loaded the needle and pumped a shot of adrenaline straight into Razor's heart, pulling him out of his nightmare.

He woke up with a loud gasp, his eyes wide. Black straps restrained his movements as his body jerked up in response to the drug. His eyes focused after awhile, glaring at the grinning doctor in hatred.

"Hmm... Your right eye is light blue, what a nice mix combination," the doctor smirked, "I should probably record down the results of RAGE implement also causes different colours of the eyes."

He adjusted his glasses neatly and floated a syringe out from the metal plate of medical tools. The unicorn levitated the syringe in the air above his angry subject, its long sharp needle gleaming wickedly in the light. His subject immediately withdrew from the sight of the medical instrument, whimpering in fear. His wrecked body heaved in the restraints.

"Well, I need to get blood to test from you," He explained to his little kid, not even caring about his objections, "lets hope that the chemicals did work, or else we are going to have two dead ponies, and that, doesn't sound pleasing to me."

And with that, he plunged the syringe straight into Razor's neck.

"Gahh!" Razor shrieked. He shot up in his makeshift shelter and got caught up in its net. He tore down the whole shelter and rolled down the hill where he was perched on. He yelped in pain in each bounce that his net-wrapped body impacted the sand. He stopped at the bottom of the hill, looking dazed and grumpy, with his body entangled in a cargo net. His sharpened wings slashed out in a flash, cutting the ropes into small ribbons. He sighed in relief, as the nightmare recount he had faded away.

Lucky it wasn't real. I do not want to go through it again.

He trudged back up the hill, picking up the grey sand in his fur with each step.

Not your usual sand colour either, he thought.

Ponies and things that live outside the rule of the goddess of sun, Princess Celestia, had a bad time trying to even survive, thus many things changed. Wars raged, hatred spread and betrayal backfired. Many of them came from different backgrounds, some were abnormally huge, had better wing power then an average pegasus, more magic and many other special attributes of anypony. Heck, he had almost every single species of mutated pegasus, earth pony and unicorns, except alicorns. The only alicorns in existence were in Canterlot.

Those that were in his ranks had many great prices to pay. Many lost their families, betrayed and backstabbed, outcasted or even exiled. Believe it or not, there's a royal prince as one of his elite hitsman. His kingdom had kicked him out when they found out that he stole most of the apples from a nasty shopkeeper. He claimed he to have done it for the ponies.

Unfortunately, nopony would ever know now. He is currently wanted in many states for murders and assassinations of officials, but not as many compared to his little white lost leader.

Grr. That princess. He growled in his mind. She better make sure she doesn't see me again, otherwise I won't be so gentle.

He flopped onto his hind legs on the tip of the hill and sighed miserably. He had gained better body, a power that has unlimited potential and a pair of razor wings. The downside was the loss of his family, friends, somepony he fancied in the flight school and his flying skills. This sunk a dark big empty hole in his stomach. A horrible feeling of loneliness. It is depressing. Even though he does have some good friends in the E.R.R, they were the kind he don't really trust fully. Razor just hoped that he would get some real friends that are trustable soon.

"Pfft." He puffed indignantly, looking up at the dark skies, with hints of sunlight brightening up its left side.

East... That way.

He grabbed his saddlebags, enjoying one of the rare and dry winds which was coming from the rising sun. He breathed in deeply, closed his eyes and exhaled. Mother nature itself was a beauty.

"I'm coming." He muttered under his breath after a moment's breeze, stretching his wings out with a flap.

The first few light rays of the sun pierced through the dark and starry sky, shining directly at Razor. He smiled as he felt the energy inside of him awaken and respond to the sun, and so does his wishes. Its very obedient, until it suddenly decides to be angry and cause its owner to lose his mind. It will take over, and it won't be pretty. He hoped that it will not, and ever, happen again. The pegasus did not want to hurt anypony close to him. The recent mind control of RAGE had totally cost him quite a lifetime of setback. He quickly grabbed his helmet and wore it. The helmet clanged open and folded over his head and closed with a tight hiss, protecting his head from the elements of the desert

Anyway, he shook himself, pushing all the previous horrible events out of his head, lets get back to the task.

Blue lightning sparked from the tip of his wings as the power of the sun filled his soul and body with energy. He raised his head and sighed deeply. It zapped and threw themselves down his wings that were now blades and paused for a moment at his wing stems, as if asking for permission. Once it was clear, it travelled down his body, random sparks jumping out occasionally, wrapping around his fore and hind legs. It looked like Razor was getting electrocuted, but it wasn't what it seemed like. In fact, it was just teasing him, poking him at random spots that it thought that it might earn a reaction. It did not work. The electricity around him crackled disappointedly and sharply as it snaked down to his legs. Once the end of the lightning-like energy reached the tip of his hooves, the rest of the RAGE gathered together and bonded themselves into his legs, causing them to glow brightly with blue energy.

Razor felt the sudden increase of energy in his legs. The feeling of hype, strength and eagerness to use up the bonded extra energy. He felt like dancing his legs off, but felt a tinge of embarassment even though there wasn't anypony in the desert to witness his tap dance

Aruhhh, that should be enough of RAGE, he thought while smiling to himself, which he also had remembered his dance in the club in that blue moon.

He crouched swiftly and folded his razor appendages, discharging the rest of the RAGE into the ground. They slithered away quickly, hissing softly as they travelled further into the sandy earth.

He snapped open his eyes and looked out far into the horizon. The trail of smoke still there. Apparently, the object that crashed into the sand had travelled quite a distance from the air, which probably caused lots of things inside whatever that ship to burn.

Right. It has been quite a while since I used RAGE. Slowly does it.

Razor stood up and took a cautious step forward. "Hmm?" He tilted his head in confusion, one eyebrow raised, "not even booming yet?"

He took another step on his right, and soon he hopped along with his back legs.

"Sheesh. Here I thought I might lose control and just s-" He broke off, eyes widening. "and oh."

Sapphire coloured electricity burst out of his legs in a flash and circled around them with a loud zap. His legs ground into floor, kicking up clouds of sand before grinding to a halt. His left front leg raised up involuntarily as he stared at his electrified legs in a fanboy-like craze.

Speeding is always fun!

As his front legs swiftly hit the sands with a dull thud, he whooped with exhilaration.

"Bloody l-!"

There was a sharp and booming crack as he disappeared in a white blur.

The unicorn who was tailing him, stared unbelievablely after the blur that was Razor.

"What. The. HAY!" He exclaimed.

Razor struggled to keep on track as his hooves pounded furiously in a blur below him. It was a challenge to keep straight when he was RAGE Sprinting, since he couldn't control his hooves when his skill was active. Not only that, the sand he was trampling on was very slippery. He had nearly faceplanted a few times. Doing somersaults and turns has helped his hooves to catch the ground and start running again.

Wind whistled past his cold body as he carried on running to cover the distance that needed weeks to travel on hoof. He felt a burning sensation building up in his legs as he ran like the light. Small pebbles of sand knocked against his helmet noisily, causing rackets of clattering which threatened to drive Razor crazy.

Argh. I HATE that noise!

After a few distance of running, he noticed his legs were actually beginning to glow blue, really brightly.

Aw shoot. Don't tell me that there are side effects to running fast with RAGE.

He gritted his teeth as he felt his left hoof suddenly kick the air. With a exerted grunt, he pushed his right hooves into the small bumpy gray sand, kicking up a heck load of gray bits. The force of his right pushed him much over to the left. Since he was still going at a fast speed, he did not fall down fast. In slow motion, Razor was lifted from his hooves and into the air, with small distance between him and the ground, while turning to his left.

He turned a full 360 degrees, at approximately at 300 degrees of turn, he drew in his hooves and he touched down with his front hooves first, then his back legs. His legs bucked the hill of sand and off he dashed again, as if the small little incident did not happen at all.

He gasped and heaved a sigh of relief as he passed by the danger of skidding across the Sultoner Desert on his face.

Well, if it wasn't for the unstable ground, I would had already made it further, he thought, looking over his back and admiring the grey sandstorm he was creating, I really-WHAM!

The short time of distraction caused him not to look at where he was going and had slammed straight into the mysterious grounded object that he was after.

He slid off the metal surface and landed facefirst with a sickening thud, his tail whipping over and dusting the ground. "Gouych..." he groaned into the sand, flipping over onto his back with a thud. In front of him, the metal leg toppled over to his side with a mighty crash, pushing a small sea of grey sand over him.

He spat out sand and blood while still lying on the ground, dazed from the recent head trauma. After a while, he finally gained back some strength and clutched his head in pain. He sat up onto his rump with his helmet breaking into pieces, falling and shattering into pieces around him. He got to his hooves shakily as the world started spinning around him, making him feel dizzy.

When he had recovered from the blunt trauma (by stumbling here and there without falling), he realised that he just crashed into a solid piece of metal. It was darn rare to have a piece of pure metal since they were not abundant in the world.

"Uhhhh...?" He slurred stupidly, shaking his head vigorously as if he was waking up from a dream, when suddenly everything slapped him in the face.

Razor whipped around and gasped in awe, finally getting a glance at the "object" he was looking for.

"Sweet mother of sun..." he breathed.

A huge looming metal and glass structure stood menacingly in the crater where Razor stood, at the top of the edge. Light shone on its roof, that had a shiny and metallic surface looking like plates of armour. Smoke billowed out of its burning vents, heat hissing from the metal plates while the sand around the object had became glass. Razor presumed the part where he was standing in front of, was the spearhead of the thing. It looked like a ship, with pointed metal edges that gleamed in the sun as he checked the mysterious thing out. It had two sections, the "head", which was bigger than its accompanying section, with a small folded split between the both of them. They were covered in solid sliver metal which was radiating heat, and had glass portions over at the middle parts of the sections.

"Finally, something interesting fell out of the sky," Razor said to himself, jumping down into the crater to explore the unknown.

Author's Note

Hai guys, I am back after months of setback. Sorry for that HUGE delay lol, I have been busy with life lately, with somebody new that I like and all. Anyways, this is the raw version of Crash Site, since my editor is MIA already. Overall, I hope you all enjoy my story so far. THANKS KUTIEL, MY FRIEND FOR PRE-READING!