"You wouldn't shoot an old friend... would you?"
"Your right, I won't shoot an old friend,"
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Sam's ears were still ringing but sounded like they were stuffed with wool. He was taking shallow breaths. But when he took the first whiff of air, he smelled burnt skin and cotton. Sam's left leg was burning! It was hurting him, and it was hurting bad. Why wan't his armor protecting it? If there an open flame. Sam wouldn't be in this much agony. He reached down to his left leg, but Sam didn't feel the balistic leggings. He felt denim fabric. Was Sam wearing his civillaian clothes?
Sam dared to touch the wound. He felt the source of heat, but what awaited him wasn't burned, bubbly, numby skin. There was a cut, and Sam swore it goes from the top of the shins, to the bottom of the kneecaps. He has no idea how much time he'd wasted, because he longed to see a doctor. Stitch the wound up with a dose of morphine. That idea would be chased away unless he knows where he's at, or what time it was.
Sam stired and something poke at his wound, making his seethe and gasp. Was he laying in grass? Was he caught and now being interrigated? No, Sam didn't feel his arms bounded by wires, nor was the ground cold metal. It was still cold, but like in the On-the-ground-at-night, sort of deal. Something kept tugging at his brains. Why was he on grass when he was JUST at the docks? He hoped it was a dream, where his injuries were wrapped when the grass poking him was just a needle..
But Sam Fisher was always an realist.
Sam Fisher opened up a weary eye to a blue-blackish sky. He wasn't back at the docks. Sam was in a patch of grass wtih wierd blue flowers. His legs laying in a puddle of his own blood. He checked his military watch, 05:10 It was early morning? Sam wondered how the hell he got here. But that wasn't the time for thinking, His whole body ached, and his heart started pounding. Every breath took anormous amout of energy, he lifted his body up, arms first. He had to leave, and leave now.
He stood on his two legs, wincing as he put pressure on the left leg. He looked around. seeing small houses, made of wood and straw. He reached to his ear and started speaking. "Hello? Anyone there?" He waited patently for a respond, but he started to feel dizzy because of the blood lost. Not to mention that he was in unfammilar territory. Either they are friendly or hostiles. He can't risk it. Not in his state.
Sam Fisher started to move forward, each step he was hoping for Grims to assure him that evacuation was on the way. It never happened. He realized that if suppossibly this was a hostile place, he would be tracked by the crimson trail of blood he'd leave, that and he won't get far if he donates all of his blood into the ground. So he took a sleave of his itchy sweater and ripped it. RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP
Sam tied the long sleave to the base of his wounds and gave it a hard yank to make sure the blood stays put. It would leak... and it might lead to infection. He was pretty sure he has survival gear on him, he might not.
As he started to tavel to what looks like a forest, he notcied a cabin filled with animals. Maybe, JUST maybe he can gain the people's trust so he won't have to shoot anybody. Just for once he wants peace until he can get back to Fort Meades without the trouble of killing anyone and coming back home to Towson feeling ever so guilty.
Which was not likly
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What was about an hour later, He has almost ignored the cabin and went into the woods to organize what he has. He set down his pack and zipped it open to inspect. Sam had a silence pistol with tons of ammounition, a MP-5w with a few maginzines, a few portable EMPS, flashbangs, His NV goggles, his sonar goggles, four first aid kits, A three inched curved blade, grenades, sticky cameras, grade 14 Sleep Gas, balanced throwing knives, a military COMM blue-tooth (which he didn't need,), and light-wieght balistic gear, his phone(Which didn't have any service...) and rations which were in little tin cans.
(They were stale)
Sam frowned as he zipped it back up, and slipped it on. Samuel was pretty sure this was supposibly Déjà vu, This was the same equement he had on the docks.
The sky has now taken a shift, the lighting was now starting to turn orange. He felt the warm rays reach his neck. Sam smiled, but it was short lived. He felt something boil inside of him. His blood was beginning to freeze. Sam's marrow starting to twist. Sam's bones felt like they were breaking, splintering his body with bones. He felt his eyes drying up.
His teeth was begging to flatten down. as if his front canines were dying down. He felt his arms and legs fluff up. He smelled ozone. Sam fell over.
He didn;t pass out right away, but he did when a wired, small, 'Buttery' horse with pink hair started running towards him,
"OH MY! ARE YOU OKAY?! YIKES! CAN YOU HERE me?"
That was the last thing he heard when his eyes gave in.
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Fluttershy was staring at the brown-grey colt on the ground, "Can you here me?!" She yelled in a small voice, SHe gave up after the fiteenith try and grabbed him by the scruff of his sweater and colt's sweater and started dragging him into her house. He wasn't light at all! And the sweater was very scratchy in her mouth.
She stoped to open the door, adn she dragged him onto a her couch. She exaimed him. Then she found a gash that he tried to cover up with his sweater. "Poor thing..." She searched through his bag to find a first aid kit, She anxiously took the needle out and tried to stitch the wound up, It almost woke the colt. She was lucky to had found morphine she soothed him down with a small dose.
Fluttershy was finished with fair results, She had disinfected it with the can she found in the saddle pack. And gazed his wound up. "Oh my... I hope he's alright...." Fluttershy stated, She looked back at his bag. She wondered if he had anthing else that was vital to him. She went back to the bag and grabbed the zipper and opened the bag. She searched through it.
She found a couple of metal things, a suit that was as tall as Princess Luna, Green goggles, the first aid equepment she had used, The rest she couldn't make out. THere was a three-eye'd goggles that she has never seen before.
"Hey!" a deeper voice called out to her,
She felt a foreleg cross her neck and started to pull closer, and her wings expanded in surprise. Fluttershy couldn't breathe, and she was struggling hard; choking her worse than the colt is. FLuttershy started to scream but it was quickly silenced by a grey-brown hoof.
"Unless you want three bullets going through your brain, I'd suggest not making a sound untell I say you can speak." Fluttershy stopped squirming, and the colt's tension relaxed. If she thought Rainbow Dash was strong, This colt could snap her neck in just one twist! Who was he?