“FUCK!!”
“Sit still!”
“But it fucking HURTS!”
“Hold him down RD.”
“On it.”
“Get off me you over-grown buzzard!”
“Can’t I just buck him in the skull, He’ll be a lot quieter.”
“No, better not.”
“Dang it.”
I lay there gritting my teeth, John had me lay on a dining table to tend to my wound. He turned out to be another magic user. Not surprising considering he is Sarah’s Brother. His umbrella was what he called a ‘channel.’ It channels the energy stored from his circle chain, he called it a well item. He was channeling energy into my leg literally knitting skin and fusing the bone together, it was uncomfortable to the say the least. My ‘favourite’ part was when they snapped the bone back into place.
“Done!” John said stepping back and looking over his handy work.
“Whoo.” I said with little enthusiasm. “ Didn't leave any doves in there did you?”
John laughed. “No, though you should be happier, you would have been useless to us with a broken leg.”
“Yeah, about that.” I sat up slowly, testing my leg as I did. “How are we going to do this?”
“Carefully.” John replied.
“Brilliant . . . I like that plan.” I replied with as much sarcasm as I could muster.
John just chuckled. “Look, I am far more prepared than you think.”
“He does seem to be on the ball Tom.” Alex said with a shrug.
“I guess.” I shrugged.
John pulled out a chair from under the table and sat down. The chair was made of red wood and the table matched it perfectly. The whole apartment that John had taken us seemed to scream wealth and power, and here I thought that hotel was fancy.
He stared at me for a second and then at Rainbow and Alex. “Right then. . .we need to make a distraction before we enter their ‘lair’.” John seemed to like using that word.
“What do you purpose?” Alex asked.
“Well we already have a powder keg; all we need is a match.” John said with a mischievous smile.
“What in Equestria are you talking about?” Rainbow said, folding her hooves as she hovered in the air.
“It’s obvious. . .” John started.
“The Bronies. . .” I said staring at John.
“Oh, clever boy.” He laughed and stood up and started to pace.
“What?” Alex said looking confused.
“He wants to use the Bronies as a distraction.”
“How?” Alex asked.
“They know their precious ponies are in there, so all we do is push them. . .we make them want to save their ponies.”
We all stared at John. Alex and Rainbow looked astounded that something like this was being considered.
“That is SO not cool.” Rainbow stated.
“Yeah, manipulating people so they get hurt. . .” Alex shook her head. “. . .it’s just not right.”
John’s smile disappeared. “This is no time for niceties; Pervus is ready to go to war. They are evil and must be stopped.”
Alex took a step forward. “You think starting a riot and making other fight our battle is good?”
“It is a distraction at least.” I said, moving off the table.
Alex and Rainbow looked at me. John smiled and nodded.
“But Tom.” Alex began.
“I’m sorry Alex, but with the way things are going we need every advantage. I don’t need to remind you of what they do to people. The Bikers and Pixie is enough. What if they do that to our friends? God knows what they have planned for the Ponies.”
Alex tried to say something but every time she opened her mouth the words failed to come.
Rainbow Dash looked away, a frown on her face. “This is horseapples.”
“Your element is loyalty right?” I asked looking at Rainbow Dash.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“What do you owe these men and women?” John asked.
“What do I owe them?” She looked at John in disbelieve. “They are outside the bad guys base, they are camping in the cold to help my friends. I owe them my gratitude!”
John looked a little taken aback by Rainbows outburst. I sighed and looked out the window. “It isn’t something we should do lightly; knowing Pervus they will round up any dissenters and drag them inside, torture them and then turn them into
monsters.”
Alex looked at me. “In front of the entire world? There are a lot of cameras out there, a lot of journalists.”
John spoke up. “They think there are about to win, they are at their most cautious and their most cocky. Using that confidence we can sneak in and then do some damage, on the flip side they feel like they can get away with nearly anything.”
“Seems like bit of a paradox.” I said raising a brow.
“More or less.” John replied. “But that caution and confidence would be split between their forces, that bounty hunter . . . and his over muscled compatriot will be cautions. Malik would be over-confident.”
Alex sighed. “So are we going to make a plan or not?”
All of us huddled into a group and decided to whisper amongst ourselves, as we did a plan started to come together.
---
Micheal and Chris sighed in unison; it had been over an hour since she had started to concentrate on ‘the flow of magic’. They paced the room, stopping every time they heard a scream. They would also hear maniacal laughter from time to time.
“God I hope she gets what we need soon.” Micheal said.
Chris nodded and looked at Sarah.
They continued to pace when a piercing scream cut through the air, it sounded feminine and not like the other screams. Freezing in their places the boys looked through the bars into the dark, gloomy room they had been stuck in.
“What was that?” Chris asked.
“I don’t even want to know.” Micheal replied.
They shared a look.
“I hope it wasn’t one of the girls.” Chris mentioned
“No, it won’t be. . .”
“How do you know that Mike?”
“Trust me on this.” He shared a smile before turning away, his smile quickly disappearing once out of view of Chris. “Please hurry Tom.” He whispered under his breath.
---
Snow gently fell to the earth outside of the Pervus Corp Laboratories. A dedicated camp of Bronies had set up right outside. The imposing building had no bearing on the mood of the camp. Singing and laughter was heard. Media started to join the camp as it was close to the sighting of the fictional characters come to life, though there were fewer reporters now because
of the ‘terrorist attack at JFK.’
The sun started to set and shadows from the building began grow long, as if it were trying to destroy all the light in the world. Four figures walked towards the camp, one looked like a hooded dog. As they approached they received several glances from some Bronies sitting next to an outdoor heater. One of the more observant of the group notice one of the hooded figures was limping.
“Uhh hello?” One of them said when the hooded group were within earshot. He was a big guys, well over six foot and a tad overweight. Long black hair framed his face and he was wearing a shirt with the word ‘Brony’ proudly highlighted.
“Good evening.” A London accent rang out. “Is this the Brony encampment?”
“Yep, you joining the cause?”
“Cause?”
The friendly Brony nodded and smiled. “We are trying to free the Ponies.”
“How is that going?” A rough accent huffed; it was hard to place . . . maybe Australian?
The smile on the Brony faded. “I uhh. . .”
“That’s promising.”
“Shush.” The London accent hissed. “What is your name?”
“Bill.”
“My name is John, my friend here is Tom, and the one next to him is Alex.”
“Guter Abend.” A feminine German accent spoke up.
“It’s good to meet you all, is this your dog?” Bill pointed to the hooded animal.
“What!? Who you calling a dog?” Rainbow Dash jumped up into the air, her hood falling back.
Bill looked stunned. Rainbows outburst also brought the attention of the other Bronies in the camp.
“Smooth move.” Tom said with a dose of sarcasm.
“Quiet.” John said.
“That’s Rainbow Dash!” A man shouted out.
“How is this. . .are you are to save the others?” Bill asked.
Rainbow Dash grinned, it was her cocky grin. “Yep, and we need your help.”
“O-Of course! What do you need?”
“A distraction.” Tom huffed. “A big one.”
John stepped forward. “We are attacking Pervus. . .”
The bronies stared at the strangers and Rainbow Dash, more gathered around as rumour and whisper spread across the camp. Soon over one hundred bronies stood in the cold, snow falling on them and John began his speech. All the bronies listened intently, determined to save their heroines from the grasps of the evil that held them. Some started to shake, either
out of fear or cold no one could tell but after one sentence from John a nervous chill ran through everyone’s spine.
“. . .some of you may not come back. . .”
---
The night pressed on with its one way charge, soon it was eight thirty seven, guards patrolled the halls of the imposing building, each content that nothing was really going to happen. One guardsman in particular named Johnny was new to the place and hadn’t seen the dark bowels of the building nor had seen the true heart of Pervus Corp. Now Johnny at first glance isn’t Pervus material in fact he is the complete opposite, a recent high school graduate he always was athletic and his well-toned body was evidence of that. His Greek heritage was also evident, short curly black hair and a bronze tan. He was what most people would call gorgeous.
How Johnny joined the Pervus guardsman is simple. His uncle pulled some strings. Having a family member in a high position is a plus sometimes. Problem was is Johnny was raised by a grandmother who would beat his ass if he acted in anyway bad. A strong moral code was literally beat into him, he still loves his grandmother but every time she raises her hand he flinches. Strong morals and Pervus Corp certainly don’t mix and some of the higher ups noticed this man’s good nature. A man with morals is nothing but a liability and can certainly hurt profits. So they ordered his uncle to lead him to R&D, and be offered a choice.
“Uncle, are we close?” Johnny asked a deep Grecian accent spoke up after ten minutes of silence.
His uncle remained silent, though his uncle was a quiet one there was still a chill in the air. Johnny was suspicious and he didn't like it one bit, to suspect a stranger is one thing but family should always be trusted.
They came to a stop, a light came from a set of double doors, but it made Johnny’s spine run up in down with shivers. It was like ice turned into light.
“We are here.” His uncle said with his gruff American accent.
“Uncle what is this?”
“The future.”
With that his uncle pushed the doors open revealing a laboratory . . . no a laboratory is used to help people, this was something more heinous. It was like staring into hell itself. A body lay on a steel table, its chest wide open to see its internal organs, but it’s heart was still beating. There were other horrors to behold. But the thing the truly caught Johnny’s eye was a little crying yellow pony. It was in the corner crying, it looked like it was in a cage with another pony, a white one. It’s coat
seemed to be dirtied.
“What is this uncle . . . explain yourself!” Johnny had no idea what to feel, anger? Fear? All he knew is that what he had seen was sick.
“My boss wants you to see the future, and to join us Johnny . . . we need strong people for the future we are building.” His
uncle smiled, but it turned into a creepy psychotic grin. “We all have been changed, turned into stronger beings.”
“You’re insane uncle. Stop this Madness!”
“Insane? No . . . better.” He laughed. “My previous boss was too weak willed to see the future as Malik sees it, as I see it. So I got his job and he was turned into a monster to serve at our whim.”
“You are not making any sense uncle! Please you need help.”
Johnny’s uncle just sighed. “You are too much like your parents . . . that stubborn old lady.” He shook his head. “So close minded.”
“H-Hello? Is some pony out there?” A voice called out, from the cage, it was the white pony!
“SHUT UP YOU!” Johnny’s uncle cried out.
The white pony stared out of the cage at Johnny and his uncle. The yellow pony put its hooves on its head and sobbed louder.
Johnny’s uncle turned back to Johnny. “So you will not join us?”
Johnny balled his hands into fists. “NO! Of course I won’t!”
His uncle sighed again and sounded almost disappointed. “I had hope for you Johnny . . . my orders are to terminate you upon refusal.”
Why was his uncle talking like that, he always was loud and short with his words. Now he was speaking like a villain.
“Uncle please!”
His uncle didn’t answer, he just grabbed a knife from the table where the body lay and started to walk towards Johnny.
“Uncle James!”
Once again ignored he started to move quicker with each step.
“UNCLE!!” Johnny cried out moving backwards.
His uncle stopped for a moment. His eyes resting on his nephew, before a rasping voice cried out. “Run!”
With that Johnny’s uncle James lunged at his Nephew.
Johnny put up his hands in defence; the knife hit its mark and tore a gash along Johnny’s right arm. Falling back Johnny looked up in horror at his uncle. Tears coming to Johnny’s eyes.
James raised the knife ready to plunge it into his nephew. Johnny closed his eyes tight and prepared for what was to come. A smack was heard, it sounded like a metal bat connecting with a ball. He didn’t feel a knife enter his body, nor the embrace of death. He slowly opened his eyes and saw another man standing over his uncle, a metal baseball bat in the stranger’s hand.
“W-Who are you?” Johnny gasped.
The stranger turned around a grinned placing the bat on his shoulders. “Names Tom Blackridge, I thought you needed some assistance.”
Johnny looked at his saviour and then his uncle. He scrabbled over to him and looked over him. “Is he. . .”
“No just KO’d.” Tom answered.
“He . . . has gone insane.”
“Yeah, well most of the time I have been in New York has been insane.”
“What are you here for?”
“Where to begin, we save the ponies if first, and then find my friends . . . then stop Malik’s evil ‘take over the world scheme’.” Tom said. “Bonus objective is to punch Malik in the face . . . several times, don’t know about the others but I feel that this objective is the best part of the plan.” Tom said with a devious smile.
Johnny stared speechless at the new comer; shaking off the absurdity Johnny cleared his throat. “Umm how did you get here?”
“Well it was about forty minutes ago . . .”
---
“. . .and that is the plan ladies and gentlemen.”
John had finished explaining the plan, a cocky smile on his face as if he knew this was a full proof plan. The bronies look apprehensive about it, they wanted to save the ponies but couldn’t they just ask the U.N. or other watch group to help save them. Tom looked at Alex and Rainbow Dash and sighed.
“I am starting to think that this plan was made up on the spot.” Tom whispered to Alex and RD.
Both of them chuckled a little, trying to find some humour in this morbid situation.
John turned and gave Tom a glare. He must of heard them. “Tom you have a special mission.”
“Oh? Do I get to make the tea?” Sarcasm seethed off Tom’s voice.
“No, you get to enter the base and look for the ponies.”
“What!?” Rainbow Dash cried out.
Alex remained silent, but put a hand on RD’s shoulder to comfort her.
“Why me? I have my friend to look out for; Rainbow Dash is more than capable. . .”
“Rainbow Dash is exactly who they want . . . she will have to stay with us.”
Tom became silent and then sighed, he knew John was right. “Damn it, I hate to admit it, but you do have a point.”
Rainbow Dash gritted her teeth.
“That just means Rainbow Dash will have to buck a Pervus guard in the head for me.” Tom said with at Rainbow Dash.
Rainbow Dash stared at Tom and then grinned back. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Tom looked back at John. “If that’s okay with you General Montgomery.”
John just stared at Tom and then shook his head. “It’s fine; just do your part Tom.”
“Hey you can count on me eh . . . “
Alex smiled. “Good luck my friend.”
“You too Alex, I fully expect to hear about the crazy German chick beating the crap out of the bad guys.”
Alex just blushed and rubbed the back of her head. “N-No promises.”
Tom turned to RD. “I will find your friends, I promise.”
RD looked at Tom, a small frown on her face. “Pinkie Promise.”
“What?” Tom looked confused.
“Pinkie Promise.” RD repeated.
“You don’t have a pinkie.” Tom noted, wiggling his pinkie for effect.
“No, no it’s not that; repeat after me . . . ‘Cross my heart and hope to fly, Stick a cupcake in my eye.’” She motioned during the promise and afterwards stared at Tom.
Tom took a breath. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, Stick a cupcake in my eye.” He copied the motion of RD and then found her smiling at him.
“Go kick so tail.” RD said a warm grin on her face.
Tom nodded. “Will do.”
John turned to Tom. “We will be in after you, but you are clearing the way of guards still inside.”
“Question.”
“What is it?”
“What if Mr. Suit and Pixie are in the way?”
“Well we mended your leg so you could run.”
“That is a comforting thought.”
John smiled. “I’m sure you can handle it, besides you can be really stubborn when you want to be.”
“It’s a talent.”
The four of them laughed, that was when Bill walked up to them.
“I overheard your conversation; will you be going to find the Ponies Tom?”
“Yep, I ‘Pinkie promised.’ I would.”
Bill looked in awe. “Well then I know you are going to do it.” He said, a warm smile replacing the look of awe. “But I have a gift for you.” He held up a metal baseball bat and handed it over to Tom.
Tom grasped the bat in his hand and then smiled. “Thanks Bill, I’ll put this to damn good use.”
“I’m sure you will . . . you are the ones that caused all that chaos over at JFK aren’t you?”
Tom stared at Bill. “I uhhh. . .”
“Don’t worry . . . we know Pervus was involved now.” Bill said. “We are all thinking that maybe you are a good brony.”
“Oh no I’m not a bro-“ He felt RD touch his shoulder. He looked back at her and then at Bill. He sighed deeply and shook his head. “Yeah. . .maybe I am.” He rolled his eye and looked back at Rainbow Dash. “I said that under duress.”
Rainbow Dash laughed and shrugged.
“Well we are all as ready as we will ever by John. Some of us are really nervous though.”
“Just say that you will all be meeting the Ponies soon, this battle is a necessary step to ensure their freedom.”
Bill looked at John and then smiled with a nod. He walked off too talk to some of the others.
“Are you ready Tom?” John asked?
“Of course I am.” Tom said.
“Well then let’s get to it.” John said walking ahead. Rainbow Dash walked beside John not saying anything.
Tom was about to leave. Before Alex grabbed him and turned him around. “Tom, please be careful in there.” She pulled the gun out from under her cloak. “Please take this.” She said pressing it to him.
Tom looked at the gun for a moment and then shook his head. “No, you may need it, besides you are amazing with it.”
“B-But. . .” She started.
“I already have the bat.” He moved it up and down. “I don’t need the gun.”
“But what if they have guns?”
“Then I will avoid them.”
“Please take it!”
“No . . . what is this about?”
“This thing scares me, it changes me!” Alex said.
“No it doesn’t, you know how to shoot and you were angry. You saved my life and I owe you for it. Keep it so you can protect everyone else.”
Alex remained silent for a moment before nodding. “O-Okay.” She still wasn’t sure about it.
“Protect John and Rainbow Dash, both are probably going to get into trouble.”
Alex nodded and started to walk away.
“Stay safe Alex, like I said I owe you one.”
She stopped and turned her head. “Ja, you do.” She smiled a little before continuing on.
Tom sighed in content and then walked towards the building, the battle of Pervus HQ was about to begin.
---
“. . .and so I snuck in when John took out the first guard. The alarm sounded and several guardsmen rushed out and attack the group. Last I saw, it wasn’t going so good.”
“How could you do this?” Johnny asked.
“Being insane helps.” A small chuckle escaped Tom
Johnny looked at Tom and then his Uncle James. “Why did my mother’s brother betray me?” He asked out loud.
“Your boss, Malik, is an arsehole.” Tom said. “He manipulates the good . . . strengthens the evil, various other clichés.”
“Then I will help you.” Johnny said. “If that man turned my uncle into this then I must help you.”
“It actually would be good to have someone who knows the place.” Tom said.
“I don’t know about this area though.” Johnny said.
“That’s not as helpful as I would have liked.”
“But I know two ponies are in the other room.”
“Much better!”
Johnny nodded and then followed Tom into the other room.
“Damn it, I guess this is where Pixie and the Bikers were made.” Tom said out loud.
Johnny looked confused for a moment. “Pixie?”
“Giant Hulk rip off, wears a snazzy suit.” Tom stated. “Likes to hurt things.”
“Oh.” Johnny said. “Uh well the ponies were over there, one of them talks!” He said.
“Well that just means I am going the right way.”
Tom walked over to the corner and looked in the cage, the small yellow one was still sobbing. “Fluttershy? Rarity?”
The white pony looked up, to his surprise Johnny just now noticed the horn and the yellow pony had wings!
“Who are you?” Rarity asked.
“Names Tom, I’ve come to get you both.”
Rarity shifted. “How can we trust you?”
“I made a Pinkie Promise.”
Rarity took in a breath; Fluttershy stopped sobbing so much, and looked up. Her eyes were red and puffy. She had been
crying for a long time.
“Are you hurt?” Tom asked out of concern.
“N-No.” Rarity hesitated.
“What did they do?”
Rarity looked over to a far wall. “They drained me of my magic.”
Tom stared at Rarity. “Damn. Will it return?”
She nodded and then smiled a little. “Magic can come from within; it just helps if there are lay lines nearby.”
Tom nodded and then looked at Fluttershy. “You hurt?”
She just stared at Tom and then at the floor.
“She is fine; the poor darling is just tired.” Rarity said.
“Good, we just need to get you both out of there now; Johnny is there a key on your uncle?”
Johnny went back into the hall way, only to find that his uncle was missing. “Uh . . . he is gone.”
“What?” Tom walked out to the hall. “Shit!”
“That is bad.” Johnny said.
“Oh I don’t know about that.” A south African accent said.
Johnny looked slightly confused but Tom’s blood ran cold.
“Haha, Mr Blackridge we meet again.” Mr Robinson said appearing from the darkness like a ghost. “Somehow I knew we would meet again in this building.” A dark chuckle left his lips before turning into maniacal laughter.
(A/N: Hey guys, I am again so sorry this took so long. Life has a way of taking you away from things like this. But here is the new chapter and I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for your support and your patience guys!)