Chapter 8
It was dark; Anderson couldn’t see a thing, only his M21 and the little Pegasus pony next to him. It was sleeping quietly, no snort or any noises. He could even hear the breathing of the pony. It was also silent, too silent. He removed his eye from the scope and took a look around.
There was nothing, emptiness, not even a single soul outside at this time, he looked back through the sniper’s scope, Anderson saw some green light coming from a bush, and he moved the scope to the bush, only to see two large glowing green circles. “Huh?” he thought in his mind. It rose, it was a man, but Anderson couldn’t make anything else out from the darkness. It definitely saw him as it had night vision goggles.
Anderson heard a shot; it was a sniper, probably a .338 caliber round. He heard the impact near him, his first thought was Scootaloo, he looked over her, and she was fine, still sleeping. Then he felt sudden change on his left kneecap, it was penetrated, half of the bone was taken away by the shot. He grunted, not feeling the pain, he touched it, still nothing. His whole leg felt numb, he couldn’t move it, as if wasn’t a part of him anymore. Then he felt his chest burn, he clutched himself, curling up to a ball, Scootaloo woke up from the sudden commotion of unrecognized language.
“Asaan!” A man, his face covered with different types of clothing, his actual clothes were ripped robes, his skin was darker, more of a yellowy orange. He was holding something, Scootaloo recognized it as a weapon, He was standing a few feet away from Scootaloo, he saw her, and the man pointed up his gun at Scootaloo, shouting something again.
“Dalee” after that, a more men in scruffy robes came over behind him, with weapons. They came closer and close, not noticing the ghillied marine.
“Aas” one of them spoke, walking towards Scootaloo, she took a few steps back from them, only to bump into a rock and fall.
“Aahista” again the robed man spoke, he suddenly fell to the ground, screaming in pain, he reached his thigh there was a knife stuck, he dropped his weapon and rolled. The other two began shooting in different directions, their weapons creating loud bangs at every second, Scootaloo covered her ears, only to feel something penetrating her left hoof, she screamed, tears began rolling down her cheeks as she dropped on the grass.
“M-mommy” she squeaked, she knew that she didn’t have any parents, Scootaloo was often taken care of by other ponies for some time, spending days and months with her little friends. She broke out into a cry, Anderson saw what happened, he rose up from the grass, surprising the two Afghans, he took out an M9 pistol and another knife, she pulled the trigger, it went straight into the afghan’s face, then he jammed the knife into the other’s neck. They both fell, blood squirting out.
Anderson looked over the little orange filly; it was crying in pain, curled up to a ball, her head buried between her hooves. He saw that she was bleeding on her left hoof, he quickly descended down to Scootaloo, crouched, he looked at the wound, the bullet went through, “Oh my god, Scoot!” he picked her up, ignoring the pain chest, he walked as quickly as he can to the library. He looked to his left, to see a pickup truck and a barrel lit with fire next to it, there were several Afghans standing around it, armed to the teeth.
Anderson kicked the library door, opening it. He walked in closing it with his leg. He looked around and set Scootaloo and the couch “Twilight!” he shouted across the library, a yawning pony descended down the stairs looking at Anderson.
“Oh, umm, what are you doing here so early?” Twilight spoke in a sleepy voice.
“It’s Scootaloo she’s been wounded!”
Twilight looked at Scootaloo only to be taken back by shock, the little filly was crying, her eyes squeezed out tears, and her mouth was open, her left hoof had a hole in it, blood coming out, spraying the couch in red. Then Twilight looked at Anderson’s leg, his kneecap was almost taken off, a bit of bone hanging by a fat string of flesh, she covered her mouth at the wounded marine and filly.
“We’ve got to get you two to Nurse Redheart now!” Twilight shouted, still shocked by the sight. She ran over Scootaloo, looking at her. Twilight tried to say something but she couldn’t stand the sight of a hurt filly. Then looked over Anderson’s kneecap “Doesn’t that hurt?” she asked him.
He sighed sitting next to Scootaloo “It’s feels numb, no, it doesn’t hurt” he turned away from Twilight looking at Scootaloo, a tear formed around his eye and rolled down his cheek.
It was wiped away by a purple hoof; Twilight was standing in front of him smiling.
“It’s going to be fine” Twilight tried comforting Anderson “What caused this anyway?”
Anderson looked at Scootaloo again “No, I-I just want things back the way they were!” Anderson stated before looking back to Twilight.
“W-what do you mean back the way they were?” Twilight asked with a puzzled face.
“I wish I’d never met you ponies, now I’m stuck here in this, Equestria land, full of talking ponies, I got shot, I’ve been experiencing pain, I had to see the most heartbreaking sight, and I almost got killed!” he was breathing heavily from the explanation. Twilight took a few steps back away from Anderson.
Her pupils went tiny and her body began to shake, she began to sweat in cold fear. Anderson stood up, removing his ghillie suit and picking up his helmet from the box. He walked to the door.
“W-where are you going?” Twilight stuttered as she asked.
“I’m going to find answers!” with that, the door slammed shut with a loud thud that shook the library, Twilight relaxed and sat down, tears pouring from her eyes.
A series of loud bangs and explosions went on for hours, but she didn’t care, she was still sitting on the floor, crying away time.
Rapid fire came from outside penetrating the tree house.
Twilight cried even louder.