"I thought you dead!"
Princess Celestia wrapped me in a hug, tears flowing down her face, she coughed up some more strange words, before finally letting go.
I simply stared at her, unsure of how to proceed.
"Please, tell us what happened to you?"
I sat on the ground and leaned against a tree, the bark feeling hard against my skin.
"Well, after I fell, hit the ground. I honestly don't know."
Well, it is no matter. You live!"
She turned to her guards, who were sending me some rather hateful looks. "Guards, meet us back at Canterlot, I myself will teleport us there."
The guards nodded and within a few seconds, started flying away.
She turned to me and I noticed her horn emitting a golden glow. In a flash, our scenery changed from a dark forest, to a lit hall. I fell down to my knees and dry heaved. My stomach trying to enter my throat. After a few heaves, I stood up, realizing how tired I was. I turned back to Celestia, noticing the faint look of understanding guilt.
"Don't worry about it, but I do need some sleep."
"Oh yes, um, there is a room that is currently empty, but it's reserved for my niece Princess Cadence for her wedding tomorrow."
I let a disappointed groan escape my lips. I would have to sleep in the cell again. Damn, I hated that damn floor. So stony and bricky.
"But I cannot let that happen, so, you'll have my bed tonight and I'll have my sisters while she has her nightcourt."
She turned and led me down through the castle, the velvety floor contrasting with the stone walls. We continued noiselessly until we came to a massive door, with the sun emblazoned upon it. She opened the door and before me was revealed a masterpiece.
The room was covered in a white carpet, and the walls lined with marble. The bed was a queen size with columns on each end, paintings hung depicting graceful ponies and some beautiful landscapes. I heard the door shut behind me.
I removed my gear and placed them beside the bed, but I kept the pistol with me, locked on to my thigh.
Crawling into the softest bed I had ever known. It wasn't long before I fell asleep.
The world around me shifted as I flew through the air, an artillery round exploding right next to me.
"Move, move, move!"
I landed hard on the ground as I flopped over. I burst open my eyes to reveal a hellish landscape.
Fire burned in the skies, while the screams of wounded assaulted my ears. Bodies lay shattered about the earth, some in pieces, and others riddled with holes. I shakily tried to stand to my feet, and utterly failed to do so. I looked down to my legs, to find I only had one.
Right below the knee, covered in bloody fatigues, was a stump of a limb, the bone sticking out and the muscle shredded. Blood pored out of it like a waterhose.
"We have a wounded man down! Get him up and take him back!"
I felt strong arms pick me up and drag me over the field. Soon I felt wind buffeting my face as a helicopter came into view. I felt myself get hauled into it, and a needle stick into my arm.
"You're going to be fine, don't you worry, you'll be just fine."
Over me, was a small blonde girl, she was wearing a police uniform, and had a set of blue eyes that sucked me into them. Too bad they weren't red, I'd have asked her to marry me right then and there. She labored over me, struggling to bandage my leg.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I wasn't ready for this, not at all."
she started to tear up, her hands frantically trying to stop the bleeding. She stopped when she felt my hand land on her arm.
"Hey, you're doing great, I was shaky too when I first went into combat, hell, I might've joined the military if we weren't at war right now."
She smiled and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, she wiped away her tears as she resumed fixing my leg.
"So, what's your name?"
I laid my head back and groaned in pain as i felt something stab into my gut. I smiled as I felt the morphine rush into me.
"I'm Jakob, the best damned militia sniper you'll ever meet."
I awoke with a start, sweat pouring down my face, I swung my legs off the bed and cupped my head in my hands. This dream was a first.
Who the hell was that? Militia sniper? What. The. Fuck.
"I need some air."
I got off the bed and walked to the balcony, my feet silenced by the carpet. Opening the doors, I found sweet relief as cool night air washed over me. I walked closer to the balcony and peered down. I could see some guards walking about every few minutes. The security in this place was terrible. The drop was about twenty feet and I could see a bar down the street.
Time to get smashed and hire a hooker. Just like I planned.
I turned back into the room and gathered my things, I took only my pistol, but stashed my other items in the bed. A little obvious, but all I had.
Grabbing the bag of coins, I headed to the bar.
The bartender's face was contorted in fear as I asked for another drink. He filled a small glass full of a strange kind of amber fluid, it was weak, but in plentiful supply. Grabbing the shot, I downed it and slammed it back on the table.
"Another."
"I-I-I think you've had enough."
I sighed as I brought my hand up, brushing my mohawk.
"Look here pony, I woke up this morning covered in god knows what, then some weird blue monkey cat thing tried to kill me, so I killed his men, then came here. All I want is to drink today down the drain. I can't even get drunk okay? So chill, man, It's cool."
"No, it is not cool, criminal scum!"
The voice came from behind me, obviously belonging to a guard. I turned and saw a few pony's in a dark blue armor, their eyes were yellow and slitted, their wings were the color of night and leathery like a bat's. Their fur was simply a dark grey. I shattered the glass in my hand, the shards exploding outwards. Some of the other bar patron's gasped and shimmied away in fear.
"Foul monster! You are under arrest for terrorizing the good citizen's of Canterlot! You will be punished in the dungeon for your crimes!"
"All I did was order some drinks."
The guard pony's charged, the first one bring his head to bear for a rib shattering ram. I moved out of his way, and kicked him across the room, sending him flying into some tables. The second guard flew high and dove. I sidestepped and put my hand at the base of his wing and neck, and twisted the wing violently to the right. He cried out in pain and dropped to the ground, clutching his wing.
The last guard started backing up, before grabbing a bottle and smashing it on a table. Threatening me with the jagged remains.
I pulled out my pistol and shot the bottle, sending it's remainder all over the ground. The guard shit himself and fainted.
I turned around, plopped a bag of coins on the counter, grabbed a bottle of booze, and walked out. Singing a song as i went.
"Oh, we'll tear out your guts and bludgeon your eyes."
"We'll fight on til all of you dies"
"We're the best of mankind."
"The turning tide."
We'll take up our guns and you'll keep on coming."
"We'll fire like mad and you'll start running."
"Shootin' every son of a bitch we see."
"We'll shoot you dead and capture your family."
"We're the best of mankind."
"We're the turning tide."
"Shoot first, ask questions later."
"Death to the heretic, death to the hater."
"We'll blow out your guts and cut out your heart."
"We're meaner than a snake and eviler than hitler."
"Oh yes, look out, we're the Hunter Killers."