//------------------------------// // One // Story: Fallout Equestria: Wasteland's Beauty. // by D1scordant //------------------------------// Fallout: Equestria; Wasteland’s Beauty Chapter One: This world has two sides, one is joy, the other is pain, both can be equally beautiful. Black. That was the only thing I could see. It was all around me, nothing but an empty void. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out of my mouth. I reached down to turn on the lamp on my Pipbuck, but couldn’t move ether. Suddenly a grey light shrouded in pink smoke, started moving towards me. Faster and faster ,until it was almost right on top of me. Then I woke up. My mauve eyes opened. I glanced around my room. There wasn’t much to see, just a simple bed, an oak chest-of-drawers, and a metal shelf. Other than that, the room was kind of spartan. I climbed out of my bed, my hooves making a clanking sound on the steel floor. I walked up to my shelf, and telekinetically lifted a small pink box and floated it a few inches from my face. Inside was an old revolver my father gave me before he died. It was in perfect condition, after all, he kept it oiled, cleaned, and loaded, as did I. My great grand father had it custom made by Ironshod Firearms during the war. The pony who ran the weapons factory gave it to him for saving a whole platoon of soldiers from a Zebra ambush. It had been passed down ever since. I turned and sat down on my bed, setting the box next to me. Then I opened the box and lifted the revolver out, turning it all around. Also in the box was a small rag, which I levitated and started cleaning the gun. Suddenly, I stopped. Something didn’t seem right. It was too quiet. There where a thousand ponies in the Stable I lived in, usually there was a lot more noise outside. I levitated my saddlebags onto my back and put the revolver in them. I walked over to the door. Outside was an empty hall. Something was wrong. Cautiously, I walked towards the cafeteria. I almost screamed when I got there. The large room was filled with dead ponies, some dismembered or impaled on the legs of overturned tables. My friends, my family, all murdered and desecrated. I collapsed to the floor, and fell into tears. My grieving was cut short, as I heard hoof-steps coming. I ducked behind the counter then glanced over the top. Two bucks entered the room from different doors, one was a grayish earth pony, the other was a sickly green unicorn, nether of them were from the Stable. The grey pony turned toward the other “Them dumb ponies didn’ put up much of a fight, did they, Dag?” The green one glanced at a headless pony impaled on a table leg. “Yeah, that kinda sucked, usually these stable ponies scream a hell of a lot more...” I wanted to rip his face off. “...But, even killing ponies who don’t scream is still fun.” No, check that, I wanted to rip out his skull and beat him to death with it. “Yep, yer still the same ol’ dag. Always enjoys killin’. Too bad you killed all the damn mares, the boss said Ah could have mah way with ’em.” “I’ve heard enough of you’re shit, Axel, It’s you fault three of them got away. I don’t wanna hear you’re bitching on top of it.”. I levitated my revolver and switched on the S.A.T.S system on my Pipbuck. I fired two rounds, both traveling clean through the two murderers’ heads, splattering blood and brains on the floor and walls behind them. I dropped the gun in shock, I had just killed two ponies. I had just killed two ponies!They may have been the ones to kill my mother or, or my best friend. and I killed them? Was I has evil as them? No, I wasn’t, I had just lost everypony who was important to me, and they’d probably killed hundreds more. Right? It was, it was justice. I felt sick. I glanced at the two murderers, then vomited on the floor. I walked up to a nearby sink, and washed off my face. Tears were flowing down my cheeks like rivers. I had lost everything, and became a murderer, In the same day! I glanced at my revolver. I then telekinetically lifted it to my temple. What was the point of living now? "At least it would be painless", I thought. No, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. My little pony was yelling at me not to. I fell to the floor, wailing in sorrow. After about an hour my wailing had died down to quiet sobs and my tears had mostly dried up. I heard more hoof steps coming towards me. A male voice shouted out “Anypony alive in here? We ain’t no raiders, we’re friends!” I checked the EFS on my Pip, two yellow dots, friendlies. “Me, Can you help me, please?” A sing-song female voice called out “Boulder, I heard somepony, I think She’s in the cafeteria.” The male voice replied “Ah’m on it, Winter. Y’all hold on in there, Imma comin’!