More Than a Flesh Wound
Fluttershy shot up in bed, eyes wide and a cold sweat drenching her coat and clothes, a tank top and pajama shorts. This had been a regular occurrence ever since her mistake eleven years ago. The nightmares got worse every time she lost control, more faces added to her restless dreams. She hated thinking about it, but it was impossible to forget.
Knowing she wouldn't be getting back to sleep any time soon, Fluttershy got out of bed and walked to the sink in the bathroom. She lived in a small apartment, the bathroom being the only other room. A television sat in one corner across from the bed, a worn out chair in front of it. On the far side of the room from where she was stood a sturdy table and a chalk board covered in complex equations. The table was strewn with research papers, books Fluttershy had collected to help in her research and a picture of a stallion. The last noticeable feature was a small closet in the corner of the room.
Fluttershy washed the sweat from her face and plodded sullenly back into the main room. Might as well get ready for the day, she thought to herself, approaching the closet. There wasn't much inside. The only clothing Fluttershy owned was an orange jump suit that she used for work, a pair of stretchy pants and a few stretchy tank tops.
She was employed at a plant that bottled household cleaning supplies. She was able to use her job there to get her hands on several chemicals she needed for her experiments. She felt bad stealing from the Diamond Dogs she worked for. They had been kinder to her than most ponies had been back in Equestria. Unfortunately she needed a cure for the monster inside herself. Not that there had been any success.
Fluttershy pulled the uniform off of the hangar and started putting it on. It was an awkward fit because it was made for a Diamond Dog. Her employers had never expected to have a pony working for them.
Fluttershy zipped up the front of the uniform, fitting her wings through the slits she'd cut in the back and walked to the door. Before she left she turned to look at the picture on her desk. So many mistakes, she thought as she left the room.
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"So... umm... Mr. Strap, how can I help you?" Fluttershy asked hesitantly, keeping her eyes on the file to avoid staring at the stallion sitting across her desk. The two had met in Fluttershy's office in the labs she'd been working in the last several months. Fluttershy was intimidated by the stallion who seemed to have an almost militaristic build that was mostly hidden by the boring gray suit he wore.
The stallion smiled warmly as his eyes glance around the room at the posters on the walls. "I've been keeping an eye on your research and I really believe in your cause," he began, earning Fluttershy's interest. "I've had several ideas that could help out," Boot Strap explained, reaching into the bag under his chair and retrieving a thick manila folder..
"Oh... umm.. like what?" Fluttershy asked, barely above a whisper, curious as to what the stallion had to offer her research.
Boot smirked. "What do you know about Gamma Radiation doctor?" he asked, earning a quizzical look from the yellow pegasus as he set the folder on her desk and opened it to the first page.
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"Fluttershy! Fluttershy!" a voice barked at Fluttershy from the catwalks above her conveyor belt. She had been watching the chemicals mix, making sure each bottle got the correct amount of what it needed.
Fluttershy looked up to see her boss, Mr. Hunter beckoning with a paw for him to join her. As she left her station another Diamond Dog quickly filled her seat.
"What's wrong?" Fluttershy asked, speaking louder than usual to be heard over the heavy machinery.
Mr. Hunter started walking towards the other end of the factory. "One of the chemical spouts stopped working. We can't figure out how to fix it," he explained showing Fluttershy to another conveyor belt. A large vat of chemicals hung over it, ready to squirt a cleaning agent into the bottles on the belt. A group of workers had gathered around the dysfunctional apparatus, their productivity halted.
Fluttershy inspected the machine, looking up the spout to check for a clog. She had become very handy with machines, having made and remade several pieces if her own equipment in her time avoiding the General.
"I think the valve is stuck," she informed her boss. "Does anyone have a wrench?" she asked out loud. One of the dog's nearby held up the required tool and joined her at the front of the group. "Okay, loosen the bolt holding the valve in," she instructed, pointing to the correct bolt.
The dog nodded, climbing onto the conveyor belt and placing the wrench on the bolt, tugging as hard as he could to turn it only for the stubborn bolt to resist his efforts. "Let me help," Fluttershy offered, joining the dog and pushing the wrench with her hands. After a few seconds of struggling the bolt popped loose, spinning with the wrench attached. The tool slammed into Fluttershy's nose, knocking her off of the conveyor belt and onto the floor with a hollow thud.
Mr. Hunter was holding her up, Fluttershy's head swimming as the shouting around was distorted by the blow to the head. As she regained her senses she felt a tissue being pressed against her nose. She looked up into the eyes of the dog who helped her fix the machine.
"You okay?" he asked with concern.
"I'm fine," Fluttershy replied taking hold of the tissue. "Does the spout work?" she asked.
Mr. Hunter nodded to one of the other workers who activated the machine again. Chemicals began pouring out in intervals, filling the bottles as they passed below. The gathered crowd cheered at the accomplishment, Mr. Hunter smiling at Fluttershy.
"You should clock out and get that bump looked at. I don't want you getting hurt anymore today," he told the mare, helping her up off of the floor.
"Oh no, I couldn't. It's not fair to anyone who has to stay," she argued.
"I'm not asking. Go get yourself checked out. Come back tomorrow if you're up to it," the dog ordered leading her to the door.
Fluttershy relented, tossing the bloody tissue in a garbage bin as they went.
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The factories janitor looked at the mess he had to clean. "Don't those dogs know how to clean up after themselves," he muttered, angrily as he started collecting the trash from the bins. He tossed the bags into a cart and then wheeled them out to the dumpster outside. After opening the lid of the dumpster he began tossing the bags in, unaware of the blood stained tissue smooshed against the side of one bag.
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Early the next morning, the trash truck arrived at the factory. It backed up and picked up the dumpster with the large steel claws in the back dumping the contents into the compactor.
Once it was finished, the full truck returned to the local dump and unloaded its contents into a field of filth.
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A raven flew over the landfill it typically acquired its food from and began searching for a proper meal. It had scoured a good portion of the dump before it picked up a familiar scent. The raven smelled blood.
The carrion bird began searching out the scent, finding only a blood stained tissue. It pecked at the tissue, trying to find a carcass beneath only to be dissapointed. The raven flew to another area in search of its meal.
Several other birds stumbled across the bloody tissue as well, each one searching for a decaying meal that wasn't there, each one leaving only for another bird to be fooled by the same bloody tissue.
Not one of them aware they had ingested fatal amounts of gamma poisoning.
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So, I have to ask, who's the bad guy in this one dude?
3732223 Abomination.... probably.
3732225 Sweet.
3732227 Hopefully.
Wait.....
Blood dries really, really fast, and basically turns into a solid (like glue), due to the platelets inside (which cause blood clots to prevent excessive bleeding).
The reason I bring this up is because it usually takes about a day or two for the garbage to get to the main dump, which, by then, the blood has pretty much dried up completely and resembles paint. Also, it has no smell to it. Ergo, the crow would not be able to smell it, and therefore have no reason to pick at the tissue, and that means Fluttershy wouldn't have been discovered anyways.
.....
I'm probably over analyzing this, but I just feel this is information that's really easy to find, and therefore, when people ignore it, it looks lazy.
Not that you guys are lazy
3749581. This is also, a fanfiction about genetically altered magic ponies trying to cure themsekves if deadly levels of radiation poisoning. I may overlook some basic science, but then again they do the same thing in movies because science in its entirety makes all of this impossible. The blood in the drink in the Incredible Hulk shouldnt really have happened. On top of that its not really the blood so much as the radiation in it.
What would be funny is if the crow turned into a hulk
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Yes. And on a newspaper:
Flutter Hulk's/Hulk's Minions?
Ravens found with same poisoning as Dr. Fluttershy/ Dr. Banner. Could be conspiracy from government? Witnesses say...(etc)