The remnants

That moment when it all connected a dark shadow enveloped my mind. I felt sick to the mind. My senses were twisted in knots I didn’t know what to feel. Sorrow? Anger? It all hurt in my head. I felt the tears now running off my face onto the floor.

I backed up to the wall opposite of blue. While blood covered my chest and body I thought about all that I had ever done with him. That thought hurt. A deep cut to my brain, my mind swelled with pain and anger. I slammed a hoof into the wall as hard as I could.

“I could have saved him!”

“You would have died too.”

“He wouldn’t have died alone!” Starblazer looked onto the floor at the heap of organs that had been pulled out and were scattered across the surface of the walkway.

“You don’t understand, Star!”

“No I don’t Crimson, I don’t know what it’s like to lose a friend so close.” He said. I could tell something was on his mind.

“If we stay here though we will end up like him.” He said pointing to the mass of torn apart flesh and organs.

I looked at the body on the floor again.

“I-I wish I could have said goodbye,” I got up from my shifty legs and walked down the hall to the medical wing. I heard Star behind me closing the gap between us. I had to leave. If I stayed any longer I would have thrown up.

The walk down the hallway to the medical wing was cold and bleak. I felt almost nothing as my hooves automatically pushed me forward. I kept my face down focusing on the walkway my hooves were dragged onto. Starblazer kept pace next to me, looking back behind us and then ahead of us.

Hunger was starting to catch up with me now. The pain from an empty stomach matched with the punishing soreness from my shoulder was overwhelming. It seared throughout my body relentlessly. I needed food, I needed rest, I don’t know how I’m even still walking now.

Up ahead through the cold white mist that covered the floor, the hallways, left blank. No signs of blood or damage anywhere. It looked new even like nopony had even been there before.

On the floor was a medical clipboard. Starblazer quickened his pace from next to me to the pad on the floor. He picked it up slowly and flipped through the pages.

“Crimson,” he said, his eyes wide and confused.

“Read this.” I walked over to him. What could it have been? I grabbed it from his hoof and read what was on the page aloud.

-Dr. Steam Bolt report; entry 3-

The Biochemical weapon has been fully developed and the mixture has already gone through all of its stages. The final outcome could mean that the product should be ready to use in approximately one-to-two more days. According to the other researchers this is, as they say-not I, that this is a crime against nature and should be forbidden. They were the next test subjects and were used to fullest capacity. The gas worked perfectly except for a few minor details. We have gone through many different outcomes of what the gases side effects are. They will be listed in a follow up report. So far though, we have found that a certain gene that could be passed down hereditarily could negate the effects of the substance but the side effects will still occur just not as fatal. We are approaching the final stages before you are ready to use it, we will await you notice for extraction so Operation; Fin may occur.

“Who’s Dr. Steam Bolt?” I asked looking at the page.

“That’s not why I wanted to show you that.” Star said. He pointed to the top of the page. It was addressed to Princess Luna.

“So? It’s addressed to Princess Luna?”

He shook his head slowly.

“We’re sided with Celestia.”

Then it hit me. There has to be more here, I flipped past another page to look and see if they listed the test subjects. After one or two more pages a long list of names showed up. It reminded me of the draft papers from when I was sent here. Names, information, but- there was more. Side effects were labeled to another column, and then final outcome was listed in the last box. I read on.

Abnormal muscle and bone growth, sometimes exceeding past the skin’s boundaries. The bone growth when exhausted its limit will form at a sharp erect edge. The subjects all prefer to consume flesh of fauna rather than flora. Research will continue for more of these side effects.

“Star,” I said dropping the clipboard.

“D-d-do you understand any of this?” I asked.

“No,” He said walking past me.

“Right now I’m just as confused as you are.”

Then a heard it, a familiar scream, from farther down the halls.