WOLVERINES!

by The Producer

Chapter Twelve

(With this, I am working on a little side-project called Party of One: Call me Pinkamena Pie. Yeah, I'm sure the title alone should tell you what it's about. Its a one-shot, so It won't take up too much time. Look out for it.)

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Reaper spread out his wings to the front of him, displaying themselves to him. He reached out, and felt them. The wings were warm, but didn't burn him with their fire. They actually felt like they were a physical limb that he was born with. Reaper reached up with one hand, and flicked the horn floating on his forehead, getting the same feel, and emitting a soft pinging sound. Without even looking up from what he was doing, he asked of the princess sisters,

"How in hell is this happening? Why does it feel so real?"

Celestia replied with saying,

"You are an Alicorn. Being flled with arcane magics will cause you to transform, to use some of the magic that was stored within you to manifest the Alicorn buried deep inside of you. Even you have a limit to how much power you can store."

As Reaper pondered what Celestia just said, he noticed that while in this state, his senses seemed to increase exponentially, from seeing the pulse underneath his skin, to being able to feel the prickles of raw energy surging about in the air, and he could hear the faint clopping of a small contingent of guards as they rushed down the large hallway to get to their leaders. Reaper cocked an ear, and decided to bring out one last thing before he would be drug into another conflict. Reaper raised his hand, and little dancing flames danced about his fingers, jumping from finger to finger, hand to hand with almost an aura of glee. They danced, round and round, until Reaper forced them to converge onto his right palm, causing a small pillar of fire that slowly grew, until it engulfed his entire body. Reaper stretched out his arms and flapped them down, extinguishing the raging inferno. As the fire extinguished at his feet, he asked,

"Now how can I manage to do that?"

The two celestial sisters stared at Reaper, they weren't expecting the sudden expense of energy, and his eyes were changing. The glow that they emitted died out, and his pupils seemed to dilate to the point of enveloping the red iris of each respective eye. It was both entrancing, and revolting at the same time. His magical appendages had also been absorbed back into his body. Luna seemed to snap out of her trance first, and was going to explain, but she was interrupted by the guards finally breaking down the door with a,

"STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM!"

Reaper manages a quick look behind his shoulder, and notes that the pegasi had leathery bat wings, and they had curious-looking ears. His face contorted into a malicious grin full of macabre glee. Celestia, who had snapped out of her trance from the brief break of eye contact, understood what that grin meant. She promptly buried her muzzle in her front hooves. Luna caught on, and she said,

"Alright, but don't hurt them too bad, I just got them a few months ago."

Reaper chuckled with mirth at stretching out after getting the suit off; he hadn't had the chance in about ten years to move about unhindered from the constricting fabric. He spun smartly on his heels, and started to feel about the insides of his body magically when he noticed that he couldn't feel, or move the fire wings. Reaper found that he could actually feel the appendages within his body, and that he could siphon his own energies into them. Ignoring this, he got back into the current task at hand-making trained military personnel look like they were trained to fight gumdrops when the candy revolution hit. Reaper flashed his razor-sharp teeth, and said,

"I see you have come to attempt to protect your princess. Let me test you."

A burly guard armed with a greatsword charged at him, completely blind with a berserk charged. While in the suit, Reaper might have been the epitome of a walking steel wall with a tank hidden behind it somewhere, un-suited Reaper looked like a first-rate acrobat. He nimbly dodged the charging stallion, and neatly disarmed him with a boot to the side of the muzzle. Reaper retrieved the blade, it was roughly full-sized for a human. Reaper had taken a few sword-fighting lessons in the time before his upgrade to juggernaut. This was mainly because for someone to pop out of the top of a tank wielding a nasty-looking blade screaming at the top of his lungs,

"Driver! Drive me closer! I wish to hit them with my sword!"

And proceed to impale people like it was a fondue dinner on Saturday night is pretty freaking scary. Reaper began to bring the basics up as he tried some practice swings to help familiarize himself with two-handed blade battles. After obtaining a few nasty cuts, bruises, and lacerations, Reaper decided 'screw this', then throwing the useless hunk of metal out of the door and resorting to unarmed battle. Reaper was always a pugilistic phenom. In a rating system of one being a blind man with two broken arms, and ten was like Chuck Norris while drinking pure radioactive kool-aid, he was somewhere around a fifteen in unarmed combat. It was basically like geting into a bar fight with not Reaper and everyone else had a mickey slipped into their drink, except Reaper. Needless to say, he was a spinning ball of lashing limbs, wreaking havoc in the ranks. Reaper had barely remembered what happened after a particularly nasty stallion spat on his face and bucked him in-between the legs, but he distinctly remembers using said stallion as a mace. Next thing he knew, he was standing in front of what looked like the leader of the guard, he had all of the regular trimmings of a captain; the fancy little hat, medals galore, and leading from the back. As the guard captain drew his fancy little rapier, and the two combatants circled about, Reaper could not hold back a chuckle at how useless all of those ponies were in a fight. This evidently enraged the captain, because he decided to insult Reaper. The exact same way that Reaper's father had.

"You freaking disgusting monster! You don't even deserve to live, just look at you!"

This tripped off Reaper bad, and a deep, guttural growl issued from his lips. He stood up smartly, and his eyes started to get that red glow. Reaper raised his hand towards the offending pony, and he enveloped him in a red glow of telekinesis. Reaper blindly began to slowly increase the temperature of the blood inside of the guardspony, slowly bringing it up to almost killing temperature. Just as he was about to take the plunge into making the blood boil, he felt a restraining hoof placed on his shoulder. Reaper turned his head to see who did it, and was confronted by the face of Princess Celestia. Again, he felt anger well up inside of him, but this time, it was a cold, malicious anger that he could control. This anger reminded the uncontrollable fury to whom was responsible for him having an abusive father was her. Together, they made the foundations of contempt for Celestia. Reaper released the now-unconscious guardspony, and slumped down onto the ground, suddenly feeling weak, and noticing that his senses were gone. Celestia picked up on this, and explained,

"That reaction is from coming off of a magical high, where your body is filled to the brim with magical energies. As you were sure to notice, your senses went up, and you were stronger than you regularly are. After using up a large amount of that energy, you got off the high, and you returned back to your normal state, and you used up an astonishing amount of energy, so you are probably going to be weak and tired for a small while."

Reaper was too exhausted to care, and he wanted to melt into the floor. Butter always looked so carefree and relaxed whenever he melted it in the microwave. Reaper had his face in a crack in the marble floor, and was considering how to transmute things, and if he could safely trans-mutate someone else, or himself into pudding, he suddenly remembered something-the five ponies that he would consider friends, and his one mortal enemy, the large fluffy marshmallow creature. He lifted a crazy crocodile eye lazily up to the monarch standing in front of him, and he said,

"What about your faithful student, and her friends? How are we supposed to handle telling them?"

Celestia felt like a bit of a tyrant with her answer, and she didn't like leaving her student out of the loop, even if it was for her own good. She said,

"We won't. You will not tell her, or her friends, nor will everyone else. It's better for everyone involved if this does not get out in the world. It would be a nasty affair."

Celestia turned her head towards Luna, and hoped for the best. Fortunately for her, Reaper was still in a exhaustive state, and didn't care much for emotions at the time. The most she got was a noncommittal grunt that sounded strangely like pudding, before going back into the crack. As Reaper pondered about various viscous liquids, and how they represented full harmony and peace, the two princesses discussed silently about what they were to do with the situation at hand. Luna started with,

"A whole contingent of my moonwatch elite guard? Just how strong is he? Isn't my half of the guard supposed to be better trained?"

Celestia looked at the now-slumbering form of the gigantic Russian bear of a man, and shook her head, she said,

"They are. Remember that he is the definition of a super soldier. He could probably take on our whole army of all pony types in that suit of his."

It was starting to get late, and it was bout time for Luna to go out and raise the moon. Celestia sent a letter to Twilight saying that they could stay the night, and she brought Reaper's unconscious body into a spare room near the royal chamber. As she left the room, she looked back from the door at the sleeping form of Reaper, studying his sleeping, and she whispered sadly,

"My little Day-glow..."

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Que card: THE NEXT DAY.

Reaper woke up with a pounding headache. And he was in a bed that he didn't recognize. Huh, it wasn't the first time for him, he once tried to see how many shots he could get to without choking on his own vomit. He got to about thirty-two shots before his military licence didn't get him any more. He was then pretty much raped by a girl for the rest of the night. Reaper looked around for the bottle of Smirnoff that he kept perpetually on his bedside table, until he remembered where he was. And it hit him like a cement truck filled with C4.

"Damn ponies."

Reaper groggily got up onto his feet. He stumbled into a random door, broke through it, and found that it was the closet. He picked another random door to try and find the bathroom. This time, he went out into the hall, where a bruised and battered guard was walking down the hallway. It was the nasty stallion who bucked him down there. Reaper half thought about going over and beating his sorry flank, but more pressing matters were at hand. He finally found the bathroom. Thankfully it had a bathtub. Reaper put ice cold water inside of the tub, and dunked his head in for a good amount of time. Reaper emerged rejuvenated, but a little groggy. He went over to the bed, and jumped onto it. Reaper felt awkward about being there, he couldn't go anywhere because he didn't want to cause a commotion outside currently, and even if he did feel like it, he couldn't figure out which ways were what. It was basically like a prison without bars. Without anything else to do, and still being tired, Reaper fell asleep on the bed with his hands tucked behind his head.

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Needless to say, when Reaper woke up, it was very uncomfortable. Celestia had sent two guards to escort him from his room to the throne room. The guards lost all premise of being hostile, and were almost to the point of shitting themselves when they figured out who they were escorting. Reaper had slept throughout the day, and the two halves of the guard had an opportunity to talk to one another during the change of the guard. The walk to the throne room was deathly silent, and Reaper didn't feel like talking right now, he had some choice words for the 'Princess' when he got there. As they entered the large double doors, the mane six were conversing with the two princesses.

"Ah don't think thaht whut yer doin is fair, princess..."

Reaper was noticed once he plodded silently up to the group, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. When all of the ponies stopped to look at him, Reaper motioned for them to continue. They did, but with a certain amount of difficulty, as if Applejack had suddenly run dry with her conversation with Celestia. Reaper picked up on the fact that they were talking about something that they didn't want him to hear. He sighed in defeat, and found doors that flank the thrones. He creaked one open, and saw that it lead to a large balcony that had the perfect view of the sky. Reaper was surprised that the sun was setting, he must of slept throughout the day. He wouldn't have told anyone, but Reaper enjoyed sunsets more than almost everything else in the world. He always found it to be a daily reminder that in a world full of uncertainties, there will continuously plod on with no change from the status quo. Reaper ran his hand through his close cut hair, the hues of the stripes identical to the sunset that was slowly unfolding in front of him. So Reaper stood there for a while, observing the daily natural phenomenon. After a good thirty minutes, Celestia opened the door, and motioned for him to come in. Reaper entered the throne room, and stood slightly to the left of the six ponies, facing the princesses. He said,

"What do you need me for, Celestia?"

Again, a nervous shuffling of hooves from the party of ponies that Reaper was standing by. They must of been talking about this. Celestia glanced at the posse, and cleared her throat officiously, and said,

"Reaper, you are not to return to ponyville, and you are to stay here at the castle here under the tutelage of me, and my sister Luna, to learn how to control your magic."

Reaper somehow knew this was going to happen. After all, he was the son of an all-powerful ruler of the land. It didn't stop him from being angry at her. Reaper took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, the metal holes dotted across his body released small gouts of steam. Little whirring sounds emanated from his body as he calmed himself down. He responded with,

"As you wish."

The tension inside of the whole room lifted because of Reaper's reluctant complacency. Reaper was definitely sad that he had to leave the only sentient beings in this world that he could call friends. Celestia said,

"I understand that Twilight and her friends have made friends with you, and their flight won't go until a few hours, so you are free to talk with them before they go."

Reaper looked at Celestia with his curious black eyes, and he nodded. The ponies all bowed, and they left the throne room. As they left, Pinkie piped up,

"Um, Reaper, I though you were going to say something like 'and now for something completely different, and explode when you let off that steam! How do you do that anyway?"

Reaper regarded the small metal rounds that were embedded inside of his body with disdain, more steam escaping his body.

"I shall tell you when we get to Twilight's room. Shall we?"

The rest of the walk was in silence as they strode down the hallway, Reaper noting that the guards were warily eyeing him up. They entered the bedroom, and Reaper took up position on top of the mattress, while the ponies took up a semi-circle around him.

"I'm about to talk about something that would be considered a bit graphic for you ponies. Is everyone alright with that?"

Everyone except Rarity shook their heads yes. Even a terse head bob from Fluttershy. Reaper continued on with his story,

"As you know, I am a soldier. Not just a regular soldier, but a super soldier. I was chosen out of the whole army to become the front runner for being a guinea pig with body enhancements. They injected me with things like dangerous drugs mixed up with uranium to make me resistant to irradiation, proven I survive the blast, along with many other things. This includes my eyes, which were 'adapted' to allow me to transition from bright to dark quickly, making me almost impervious to bright flashing lights. They would then take me out into the yard to see how far I could go until I would break. They went so far as to shoot me with smallfire munitions to see what my threshold was like after my extensive testing. The final thing that they did to me was install these little holes that you see about my body. Every few months, I would be suspended in a vat of water as they pumped various liquids, gene treatment, and more chemicals. After ten months of researching and testing, they finally came up with nanobots, which are small robots that monitor my vitals, look after minor things like bruising, chemical distribution, basic bodily functions and the like."

Reaper took a minuet to take a breather. He surveyed his audience, and they were still attentive. Good.

"After I was named the first Juggernaut, more came after me. However, these were also made in the same way as I was, so they were mentally unstable, and would often commit suicide after a few months of service. Ten years later, and many comrades killed by their own hand, they figured out a way to safely make a Juggernaut without the suicidal tendencies. In that, became the beginning of the Juggernaut legion. We became a ruthless unit, and we did things that I am not completely proud of, but we did save many lives of fellow army men. That is all I cared about."

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After a few hours of talking, it was time for the mane six to go. Reaper was sad because of it, but there was a strange thrill about it, too. Reaper saw their leaving as a door opening to a whole new objective rearing it's head into the fray, the take down of a threat to the world. Reaper had done many things that have preceded even some of the heroes made up by America, but this was a whole new frontier, a whole new world to live in. As Reaper made his way to his bed in the bedroom he was given, his suit was neatly piled on the side table near the bed. Reaper patted the helmet with a bit of affection, and said,

"We still have something to fight for, friend."

Comments

[beepboop]

I love you

[DJ Cobalt]

epic

[partiallygayguy]

I smiled at the last sentence

[Azzazel]

Well ain't that utter shit , from their reactions to Reaper's fight I can say Celestia has no fucking idea the Hell he went trough , what happened to his rage ? Why doesn't he feel disgusted by looking at her ?? Ah well The bastard better get a good reward for the nightmare he endured!!! Good story though !

[The Producer]

114677

He does. It's just that his personality doesn't allow him to go full out rage at her, his own compassion numbed it down into a seething distaste for her. He will go into the more subtle ways of showing his dislike other than running up tor her and punching her in the face.

114742

He's had it on for about five years.

[Cunt_Crusader]

"They are. Remember that he is the definition of a super soldier. He could probably take on our whole army of all pony types in that suit of his."

Are you kidding me? He could basically forsake Equestria with his human-ness

Also, when he was fighting the Moonwatch guards, I kinda expected him to get so bored as to just teleport his machine gun to him and starting shooting off rounds

[Azzazel]

115079 Alas I solemnly believe that some sort of soul shattering , heart bleeding revenge that would make even Satan shutter is in order but that may just be me ... Ugh I can't think of anything...yet... I think your on your own with the whole revenge thing , as soon as I come up with an idea for something that would make Angels scream in agony of sorrow I'll pm you [ I'm usually very good at that sort of thing ] !!

[Morning Frost]

Oh god! Warhammer reference!

[YOitzGEEZUS]

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