The Chaos
*Warning: Extremely Graphic and descriptive Gore. Reader Discretion is advised. (Seriously!)
Princess Celestia was crying. She was crying harder then she ever had in her entire life, even more than after she had been forced to send Luna away for over a thousand years.
Twilight, her prized student, and one of her best friends was gone. Gone forever. She had been alive for a while, she might have made it...but then just faded away...but wait. What was that? She felt something again. Something faded, but it was truly there.
You see, Celestia had forged a magical connection between Twilight and herself a while ago. No one knew about it, no one but Celestia. It wasn't necessary for Celestia to tell anyone, not really, so she didn't.
Celestia knew when Twilight was in danger, when she was hurt, physically. She couldn't tell what exactly Twilight was doing, but the connection allowed Celestia to know whether or not Twilight was in any real danger.
During her time on Earth, Twilight had only been hurt a few times, none of them significant. She probably went through some traumatizing experiences as well. By now, Celestia had thought that Twilight was held back by something that meant that she couldn't come back, and she was just about to go back and retrieve her, believing that Twilight's 'Punishment' had been good enough.
Now, despite her burning desire to punish Twilight for defying her, Princess Celestia sill loved her. Loved almost as much as her Sister.
Now, she was laying on the floor, Luna nearby, looking quite confused-she thought that they were heading back to Earth to rescue Twilight, because she had failed her test, now this?-and her despair, her, sorrow, and her guilt left her about as suddenly as it had flowed into her.
Twilight was still dead, but....she somehow...she was still alive at the same time. Celestia knew.
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Twilight Sparkle couldn't see. She couldn't see, not because of something obstructing her view, eyelids included, but because a light was so bright, that her sight couldn't pierce it.
It wasn't painful, but Twilight reflexively attempted to rise her hoof to shield her eyes. She couldn't do that either. She didn't feel as if something specific, like a large object, or a strap perhaps, was restraining her, she just couldn't move.
Where was she? All she saw was a white light so bright, she should be blind. Perhaps that's what she is, blind. But, wouldn't you only see darkness?
Slowly, the light dimmed, but Twilight still couldn't move. The white light went from painfully-but-not-really bright, to pretty dang dark slowly, and Twilight suddenly fell to the ground. Or could it be called that? She had been suspended, somehow, and she had fallen, but whatever she had landed on was invisible.
She was surrounded by darkness, and, suddenly, it was becoming brighter again. But not a bright white light, that was all over. Instead, a dim, deep, deep, blue glow, came from a specific direction; to Twilight's right.
She turned, and saw a suspended, glowing blue orb. It was suspended in the 'air' if it could be called that, about a half a foot lower than where Twilight was suspended moments ago, a little further off.
She cautiously approached it, and saw that, as she got closer, and as the area became more illuminated as a consequence to her approaching the orb, there was also a mist, a very thick, white mist on the ground. Once again, if it could be called that.
She should be feeling the moistness of the fog, but she didn't. She didn't feel anything except a feeling of falling. Not really, I mean, like when you're on a roller coaster, and you go on a steep dive, and it feels as if your stomach leaves its intended place.
That's what Twilight felt, but...it wasn't uncomfortable. She didn't feel the need to blink, she didn't have to breath, she didn't feel anything but that gut feeling.
As she came closer to the beautiful orb, which cast blue rays of light into the darkness in every direction, Twilight became aware of whispering. It was gradual at first, and Twilight wasn't sure whether they were real, but they were there.
They were unnerving, and in a tongue that Twilight didn't recognize. She finally reached the orb, and, after staring at it for a few seconds, the white light returned. Only this time it was painful, and quite sudden, and the feeling in her gut was intensified, and became very uncomfortable.
Then she became aware of another sensation. And then another. And then another. All five senses returned, and Twilight was laying on a very uncomfortable dirt ground, which was scattered with shards of wood and metal, and had small patches of flame burning in various areas.
Then she heard it. Sounds of fighting. The Russians were back, and her tent had been hit with a mortar round. All of these memories flowing back into her mind, and Twilight became very aware of the fact that she shouldn't be here.
She looked down to examine her body, and saw something that disgusted and interested her at the same time. The biggest, longest, ugliest scar that Twilight had ever seen long all the way from her throat to the beginnings of her left leg.
Then, Twilight became purely disgusted, no interest, when she noticed that there was a lot of insides on the outside. There were strings of shredded intestine, shards of bone, and enough blood to soak the ground. Twilight looked back down at her chest and saw that the scar was still there.
Eventually, she put two and two together and, Hey! Guess what? Those are her guts.
But how had she come back? What was that place?
She was interrupted by another sound that grew closer and closer. Baying and barking. Dogs?
Twilight was tackled by a force that felt almost as strong as the mortar round, and she felt something warm press against her body. Then several sharp pinpricks of pain were felt around Twilight's leg, the one that she had been holding up to defend herself from her attacker.
Those pinpricks grew into something akin to having your leg cut off, and Twilight looked down, and, despite the apin, gasped.
There was a big, mean dog latched onto her leg, and it was a mean one. It looked like a German Shepard. Twilight was then aware of another set of padding noises and looked just in time to doge a big Pitbull that was aimed directly at her throat.
Twilight shoot her head, and shot a bolt of magic from her horn directly into the German Shepard's forehead, and it let go, dead.
Twilight whirled around just in time to clock the Pitbull, who was coming around for another strike, directly in the throat, and her hoof came away bloody; it had gouged a large wound in the poor thing's neck. Twilight silenced it with a heavy stomp to the head with her two front hooves. She had more energy then that one time Darren and her had drank six cans of Red Bull, between the two of them. Wait, Darren?
Twilight's reflexes kicked in, almost automatically, and her back legs struck another dog, and sent it flying into a post, which impaled it. The dog whined, and perished.
Twilight didn't even look at it, she had to find Darren.
Twilight ran around the camp, and the chaos was everywhere. When Twilight had assumed that the Russians had came back in for another attack, she was both right and wrong. The Taliban where there too.
Three sides, all struggling for control, and it wasn't clear who was winning. There were soldiers struggling on the ground, hands and blades at one another's throat, there were others firing at each other from ranges as close as three feet, to several dozen meters. There were vehicles: tanks, jeeps, hummers, and all were being used in the fight.
The smell of blood, burning flesh, urine, and persperation was inescapable, as all of those were everywhere, both belonging to live and dead soldiers.
Twilight jumped over a fatally wounded Taliban; he was literally dragging his intestines around, trying to escape. He probably didn't know, and Twilight never gave him the chance to do notice; his skull was crushed by two purple hooves withing seconds of her spotting him.
Twilight, by simply running through the battlefield, and by her eliminating enemy soldiers was covered with blood by the time she found Darren. He was with two other soldiers, and all three of them were pinned behind a wall, the very same wall that Darren and Twilight had hid behind for a while during the first attack, by machine gun fire. Twilight aimed a charged bolt of magic at the gunners, and the area was enveloped in bright, orange, curly flames. Screams of pain were silenced by a more...explosive bolt, and Twilight rushed over to the wall.
"Twilight! Get over here!"
Twilight jumped behind the wall just in time to dodge a pretty decent-sized explosion. Twilight was just about to fire a bolt of magic at the Russian tank where the explosive round had come from, when a Taliban ran up to the tank, climbed up its side, shimmied across the barrel, and shoved a rock down the end. He climbed back, plugged his ears, and crouched down.
The inevitable happened, and, when the tank fired, the barrel was stripped down the sides, like a giant, metal banana. The Talib then climbed from his hiding place, and dropped a lit bundle of TNT down the much-widened opening. Screams were heard from the inside, and only two of the Russians managed to climb from the tank before it blew.
The Russians were running, but one was faster than the other. The slower suffered the consequences, and was wounded by a large, a very large shard of metal. It went through his gut, and came out accompanied by a spurt of blood, and a string of large intestine strung across the tip, which soon ruptured, and flung half-digested feces all over, spattering the ground. It steamed and sizzled. The metal was also white hot.
He was still alive, and, when he tried to scream in agony, he was stopped by the spurt of blood and feces that had managed to crawl its way up his esophagus. He vomited from the taste, and soon, the area around him was covered in just about every bodily fluid that a man has, (almost) and Twilight gave the mercy blow with a well-aimed bolt of magic.
The surviving Russian had been unaffected by the blast, and he tackled the retreating Taliban. Twilight had seen some pretty nasty things, but what happened next still made her cringe.
The strong, angry, and frightened Russian literally reached into the terrified man's throat and tore the man's Larynx out, and he was screaming unintelligibly while doing so. Two nearby Talibs looked on in horror. They both raised their weapons, and fired. This Russian was filled so full with adrenaline, that heavy rounds from AK-47's, the trademark middle-eastern terrorist weapon for some reason, didn't stop him.
He was hit by at least four rounds in various spots around his abdomen, before he reached one Talib, grabbed him, and moved him into the path of his fellow Talib's range of fire. He was tore up.
The Russian discarded the body, and fell upon the remaining Talib, and began to land blow after blow. The Talib was screaming in absolute terror, the most high-pitched sound of pain and fear that Twilight had ever heard.
"Это то, что вы получаете для траха возиться с матушки-России, вы Черт ублюдки! Пошел ты!"
At this point, the Russian's fists were covered in blood, and, then, he dug his thumbs into the still-screaming Talib's eyeballs, gouging them out
"Пошел ты! Пошел ты! Пошел ты! Пошел....ты!"
Twilight had been taught both Russian and Arab in her studies, and this Russian was angry. In fact, the fear and anger he felt after his comrades died the way they did, more than likely made him snap.
The Russian climbed up, bloody with both his own blood, and the unfortunate Talib's. He whirled around and glared with hatred and flames filling his eyes at Darren, Twilight, and the other two soldiers.
His head soon erupted in a shower of brains, shards of skull, and blood. One of the other soldiers emptied his shotgun at him.
"Well....we didn't want him coming after us, did we?"
Celestia was now crying in joy. Twilight was alive. Alive and filled with much more energy than ever before, both magical and physical. What was that?
The battle lasted long into the night. Reinforcements on all three sides were constantly arriving. The battle spanned from the entire camp to far into the city.
Twilight, and Darren sat in the Headquarters, which had been damaged pretty bad, worse than before. Far worse.
They sat in silence for a long while, but Darren broke it, saying, "Heh, right when we were done cleaning up, eh?"
Twilight laughed, and laughed. It wasn't that funny, but she needed something to laugh at.
Twilight finished and managed to get out, "Is there anything caffeinated around here?"
Darren smiled and said, "Wait here, I'll check the kitchen."
He came back eventually with two Red Bulls. Perfect, Twilight smiled.
Despite the horrors, despite the battle that was raging around them, and despite everything, Twilight was happy. Right here with Darren, with a heavily-caffeinated soda in her hoof, and smiling at each other. Twilight truly was happy.
They sat in silence yet again, listening to the sounds of the battle, and sipping their sodas. Then, right then, Twilight was about to be filled with a mixture of emotions. Anger, Happiness...
It all happened when a bright, golden light began to glow in the center of the rubbled building. It was accompanied with a high-pitched whirring sound.
Then Celestia and Luna stood, at the center of all of the rubble.