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// Chapter 7 
// Story: Resistance: Equestria 
// by Evowizard25 
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Twilight groaned as light filled her eyes. She rubbed her head as she sat up. “Ugh, what happened?” She said. “I feel as though I’ve been dragged about.
“Because you were, silly.” Surprise said, popping up behind her.
Twilight held back the cry of surprise in her throat. “Don’t do you that.” She said, visibly shaken.
Surprise giggled. “I can’t help it.” She told her honestly. “It’s my nature. I just have this urge to surprise ponies.” She put a hoof on Twilight’s shoulder. “But don’t worry, I’ll tone it down.” She trotted off. “Maybe.” She started giggling again.
Twilight groaned. ‘She’s too much like Pinkie for her own good.’ Speaking about that pony, she was hopping about with a plate of fresh cupcakes on her head. “Hey, Twilight.” She put the plate onto the table and zoomed over to Twilight’s side. “How are you doing?”
“I’m doing swell, Pinkie.” Twilight said. “Albeit a small headache.”
“Oh, then have this.” Pinkie said, pulling out a bottle of pain killers seemingly out of nowhere. 
“Uh, thanks.” Twilight said, taking the bottle. It still astounded her that Pinkie could do things that seemed impossible. ‘Well Pinkie’s Pinkie, so don’t try to figure her out.’She had learned that the hard way.
“No problem.” Pinkie said, before going back to work. 
“So, you’re still planning the party for Surprise.” Twilight asked.
Pinkie rushed over to her and put her hoof over her lips. “Shh, I want it to be a surprise.” Twilight nodded. Even though Surprise probably already knew about the party, Pinkie still wanted to go through her own little scheme. ‘Sometimes, I think she’s a filly in a mare’s body.’ “And don’t tell the new ponies, not even that big meanie, blow your house down, pants unicorn.”
Twilight pushed the pink mare’s hoof away. “Who?”
Before Pinkie could answer, Twilight saw two of the ponies she had feared, come skip along. ‘Wait. They’re hopping around like Pinkie Pie. Aren’t they supposed to be, I don’t know, TRYING TO KILL US?’ Then another thought came to mind. ‘Maybe I’m overreacting. I mean, what are the possibilities of another creature, from another world even, turning into a pony.’ 
One of them hopped over to Pinkie. “Any more cupcakes.”
“Sorry,” Pinkie told him. “We have to save them for the party.”
“Save cupcakes.” Twilight asked, raising an eyebrow. Pinkie Pie plus deserts always led to one conclusion; gone. That’s why the Cakes always doubled their stock whenever catering for another pony. The pink mare was the nightmare of sweets.
“Yep.” Pinkie nodded. “It has to be big. I mean, real big.” Pinkie threw her arms out wide to emphasis. “There’s a lot of new ponies in town. I have to make sure they all enjoy themselves and feel welcome.Especially my new friends.” She nudged the Pegasus stallion. 
He smiled. The other trotted over and looked at Twilight, to which she saw his eyes. The same, deadly set of eyes she had seen from her dreams. “Who’s she?”
“She’s Twilight.” Pinkie beamed. “She’s one of my bestest friends. Isn’t that right Twilight?” She didn’t respond. “Uh Twilight, are you okay?”
The unicorn felt like she was going to have a panic attack. ‘Oh, no nonono. They can’t be here. They’re just nightmares. NIGHTMARES! REAL NIGHTMARES!’She opened her mouth to scream. 
The two Pegasi’s eyes widened as they jumped over and hid behind the counter. “Please don’t make that sound.”
“It hurts.” The other commented.
“Twilight,” Pinkie scolded her. “Don’t scare them.”
“Don’t scare them?” Twilight looked at her friend incredulously. “Pinkie, they’re going to kill us.”
“That’s not true.” Pinkie said. “They’re just nervous because they’ve got new bodies.”
“New bodies?” Twilight said. She lifted a hoof into the air. “Ah-ha, I was right. They’re not really ponies.”
“Well, they are now.” Pinkie pointed out.
“That’s not the point.” Twilight said, standing up. “The point is that we have to find out why they’re here and stop them.”
“Stop us?” One of the pegasi said. “From doing what?”
“I think she wants to stop us from getting our old bodies back.” The other commented.
The first one growled. “The fiend.”The two pegasi tensed up.
“Hey,” Surprise walked over to them. “What’s going on here?”
“The horned one is trying to keep us as ponies.” One of the pegasi said.
“Is that a bad thing?” The other asked.
“Well, no.” The first one said, tapping a hoof to his chin. “I do like cupcakes.” The other one nodded.
“This is crazy.” Twilight said, looking away. ‘Can’t they see they’re dangerous.’ She started trotting towards the door. “If you need me, I’ll be at home, writing a letter to Celestia.”
“Um Twilight,” Pinkie started. “You can’t leave.”
Twilight stopped in her tracks and turned her head to look at her. “What do you mean by ‘I can’t leave’?”
“She means, that big meanie unicorn ordered some ponies to stand guard outside.” Surprise explained.
“Which gives us a lot of time on our hooves since we can’t go outside.” Pinkie said.
“The party will be so great.” Surprise said, cheerfully. The two mares hopped off. The pegasi followed suit.
Twilight sighed. “How am I supposed to alert the Princess now?” She was silent for a moment, before an idea struck. “I’ll just teleport over to the library.” She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. A couple of minutes passed by, and all she accomplished was giving herself a huge headache. She put a hoof to the side of her head. “Maybe later.”
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Inside her house, a certain orange mare was preparing a meal. She had to take into account the new arrival. ‘Well, I hope he enjoys a good old fashioned salad,’ She rolled her eyes in frustration. ‘Since Ditzy emptied the fridge…AGAIN!’
As she lifted a large, glass bowl onto her head and tried to walk to the table, Dinky, with Fru-Fru the lizard on top of her head. “Eek,” She giggled. “He’s trying to eat me.”
“Who is what?” Carrot Top asked, rather confused by what she meant.
Just then, Golden-Eye came rushing inside, trying to catch her. “Give me that snack.”
“He’s not a snack, silly.” Dinky said, running around the table. “He’s my pet.”
“Well, give me your pet.” Golden-Eye said.
“No way.”
Golden-Eye growled. “Then I’ll take it myself.” He said, with much determination. Carrot Top couldn’t help but giggle at the scene. Though, she had to watch them closely. She didn’t want Dinky to get hurt, or the glass bowl on her head to shatter.
Golden-Eye growled again, which Carrot Top found odd. ‘Ponies don’t growl. Not like that.’ She noted. His growling sounded too animalistic. “Give me that pet, little one. I’m hungry.”
Dinky giggled again. “You don’t eat pets, silly.” She ducked underneath the table.
“I’m not silly.” Golden-Eye looked under the table. “I’m Golden-Eye.” He then lifted his head and stared at Carrot Top. “Or am I Silly now?”
‘Okay, is this stallion for real?’ She asked herself, looking into his eyes. She knew then he was serious. He seemed so strange. He barely even acted like a civilized pony. ‘He wants to eat a chameleon…That’s just sick.’ She shook her head. She knew she shouldn’t think ill of anypony and he seemed nice. “No, you’re Golden-Eye.” Carrot Top finally answered him.  “And stop trying to eat her pet.”
“But I’m hungry.” Golden-Eye whined, giving her a pleading look.
“Dinner is almost ready.” Carrot Top told him. 
Golden-Eye cocked his head to the side. “Di-nner.” He said, unsure of the word. “What is that?”
Carrot Top sighed. “You’ll be able to eat soon.” She said. “Now stop trying to eat her chameleon.”
“What’s a chameleon?” 
Carrot Top’s eye twitched. She hated the fact that she had to explain every little detail to him. ‘It’s like Ditzy all over again.’ But she was saved when the other two mares of the house trotted into the room. “Ah, now we can eat.” She placed the bowl onto the table and grabbed a pair spoons in her hooves and started scooping up the salad into individual bowls.
Meanwhile, the other ponies took their seats, except for Golden-Eye, who was watching her hooves intently. “How are you doing that with your hands?”
“Hooves.” Carrot Top corrected him. “These are hooves.” She continued dishing out the meal. “And to answer your question, you just need to concentrate.”
“Like when I fire my Bullseye?”
“Uhh,” Carrot Top raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure. Like…like…just like that.” She looked to Ditzy who just shrugged.
“Oh please, take a seat.” Ditzy said, smiling at him. 
Golden-Eye looked at the chair for a few seconds, before awkwardly sitting down into it. “Like this?” Ditzy nodded, to which he puffed out his chest in pride.
Sparkler was sitting next to him, let out a girlish giggle. Automatically, Carrot Top could hear the subtle hint in it. She looked over and saw the way she was looking at the new Pegasus. She knew it from experience. ‘Do I really look like that around stallions?’ Putting that aside, she made a mental note about the two. “So,” Sparkler started. “Come to Ponyville often.”
“You mean this town?” Golden-Eye asked himself. “No. I’ve never been here before.”
“So, where do you come from?” Carrot Top asked.
Golden-Eye shrugged. “Some human just made the whole world bright and I ended up here, in this body.” He flexed his wings out. One of them brushed gently along Sparkler’s neck, who shivered in pleasure and blushed redder then a tomato. He didn’t notice it though. He was too busy looking at his wings. “I didn’t have wings before that.”
‘Didn’t have…Okay, screw it. Nothing he says makes any sense.’ Carrot Top thought. 
“So, do you plan on staying here long?” Sparkler said, looking at him with a bright smile.
“Well, my commander ordered me to scout the area.” Golden-Eye started.
Sparkler gasped. “You’re in the National Guard.” 
“National Guard?” Golden-Eye said. “Is that what we’re called? My commander just calls me a pawn.”
Ditzy rolled her eyes…in exact opposite directions. “Oh, those guard ponies are just silly like that.”
“Huh,” Golden-Eye looked down at the table. “I’m a guard. What do guards do?”
Carrot Top looked at him. “Didn’t they teach you anything?”
“No, my commander has always told me what to do, ever since the day I was made.” Golden-Eye responded.
“Well, that’s mean of him.” Ditzy commented. “He should be more lenient. Like my boss.”
Carrot Top sighed. Ditzy was a hazard onto herself. It wasn’t her fault, well from a certain point of view, but she kept breaking things. She was only allowed to keep her job as a mailpony because her boss took a certain shine to her. Something similar to a father and daughter kind of relationship. Of course, she occasionally worked other jobs, but those managers had fired her shortly after hiring. Such as that incident with the town hall.
“Oh, my commander isn’t mean.” Golden-Eye shook his head. “He knows what he’s doing. I don’t know any Chimera that knows the song better than him.”
“Song?” Carrot Top asked.
“Oooh, he’s a musician.” Ditzy smiled, getting excited. “It’s been too long since we’ve had a musician in Ponyville.”
“What about Lyra and that D-J?” Carrot Top asked, while handing out the plates.
“I’m not into that kind of music.” Ditzy said.
“I know, but you kind of implied that we don’t have musician in town.” Carrot Top explained.
Ditzy blinked. “Uh, you’re talking a lot again.”
Carrot Top huffed in frustration.  “Let’s just eat.”
The ponies started eating the salad. Golden-Eye just eyed it. “Is there something wrong?” Ditzy mumbled, her mouth full of lettuce.
Golden-Eye nudged his food with his hoof. “Why are you eating green ground things?”
“You mean plants?” Carrot Top said.
“Oh, plants.” Golden-Eye said. “That’s what they’re called.” He was silent for a moment. “So, what do you do with them?”
“You eat them.” Sparkler told him.
“Why not eat meat?” Golden-Eye said.
The ponies looked at him in shock. “You can’t be serious.” Carrot Top said.
“Ponies don’t eat meat, deary.” Ditzy tried to explain.
“Ponies don’t eat meat?” Golden-Eye asked, looking as if he was going to be sick.
Ditzy nodded. “That’d be gross.”
“Not to mention plain wrong.” Carrot Top added.
Golden-Eye started whimpering. He looked over to a bottle of salad dressing. “What’s that?”
“That’s salad dressing.” Carrot Top said. “You put it on your salad to add extra flavor. Although, I prefer mine plain. You can’t really enjoy it unless…” Golden-Eye had already stopped listening to her and was pouring a bunch of dressing onto the salad. “You’re not supposed to drown it in dressing.” He ignored her to which she groaned. ‘Why doesn’t anypony ever listen to me?’ 
After he had emptied the bottle, he threw it to the side and started going at his food like a wild animal. Bit of lettuce and other vegetables flew every which way and globs of dressing…well, dressed the table. The Pegasus lifted his head. He was grinning as he wiped away the remains off his face with his tongue. “I liked it.”
“Well, that was…an interesting.” Carrot Top said.
“I thought it looked like fun.” Ditzy said.
Golden-Eye looked over to Sparkler. He saw that she had some sauce on her face. So, he leaned over and started licking it off. The young mare stiffened at the touch and blushed heavily. The young stallion didn’t seem to notice as he kept on licking it off, rather slowly. 
Ditzy grinned at the display. “Ahh, isn’t that sweet.”
Carrot Top grumbled. “Lucky.”
Dinky hid her face behind her hooves. “Ewww.”
Finally, Golden-Eye finished his rather strange and intimate act. He flashed Sparkler a bright smile. “There. Now you look good again.”
Sparkler turned to look at him, her mouth agape. Carrot Top could tell she had a lot of questions, comments, and probably the small urge to smack him. ‘Been there, done that.’ She commented. 
Golden-Eye tilted his head. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” Sparkler said, in a soft voice. “Nothing wrong.”
“I should have brought a camera.” Ditzy giggled. “You two look so cute together.”
“MOM!” Sparkler turned on her mother. “Not now.” Ditzy just ignored her, as she kept smirking.
“Well…Dinner’s over.” Carrot Top said, trying to change the subject. “What now?”
“Ooh, ooh,” Dinky jumped out of her chair. “We can open my present.”
“Your present.” Carrot Top asked.
“Yeah, mommy brought me a present.” Dinky smiled. Ditzy stiffened, her eyes went wide. “It’s in her bag.”
“Oh, no.” Ditzy gulped. “I must have forgotten to deliver it.” Quickly she kissed her young daughter’s head. “I’m sorry, Dinky, but that’s not for you, but I’ll be sure to bring back a little gift for you when I get back.” She then turned to Sparkler. “And you two behave. I’m a little too young to have grandkids.” She flew off.
“MOM!” Sparkler called out to her. 
Golden-Eye was confused. “What are grandkids?”
Carrot Top face hooved. ‘Really?’ “Just drop it.”
“Okay.” Golden-Eye picked up his plate and dropped it on the ground. The plate shattered into several pieces. Carrot Top removed her hoof from her face and replaced it with the table, which she smashed it into.
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Nurse Redheart looked over their new patient’s diagnosis on the small clipboard near his bed, as she stood next to him. Because of his size, they had to find a bed big and strong enough to hold him. ‘Not the easiest thing to do.’ She let out an exhausted breath as she recalled how she and Nurse Tenderheart had dragged the bed all the way from storage. To which Dr. Pulse came by and said good work. ‘Good work, my flank.’ She frowned. ‘Unicorns. Honestly.’ Turning her attention back to the clipboard, she read his afflictions for probably the twelfth time. ‘As if there’s anything else I can do around here.’ She remarked to herself, as, to her relief, some of the other nurses and doctors finally showed up to work. 
She stole a glance to the new stallion. His cutie mark still fascinated her. ‘Crushing an ape’s skull. What could that mean?’ Her best guess so far was that it meant he was a poacher or some other kind of hunter. That sent shivers running down her spine. Killing something felt so foreign and wrong to her. 
His strong, large build reminded her of Big Macintosh, which brought a small blush to her cheeks. The large stallion was rather fetching, in that burly farmer kind of sense. She would be lying if she found him attractive, but he wasn’t her type. ‘I’d prefer an intellectual. Somepony to talk to and understand me. Somepony who wouldn’t be STARING AT MY FLANK THROUGH THE WHOLE DATE!’ She snarled. One too many dates had gone on like that.
She shook her head. ‘Pull yourself together. You’re a professional.’ The Nurse finished looking over the papers. ‘Nothing serious. The stallion just winded himself.’  
It was then that a light yellow unicorn stallion with a brown mane came trotting into the room. He looked at her through his small glasses with his usual smile. “And how’s the patient doing?”
Nurse Redheart smiled back. “He’s doing fine.” She said. “He’ll be up and running in no time.”
Dr. Pulse nodded his head. He walked over to the side of the bed opposite her. “That’s good to hear.” He turned his head to the giant stallion. “My, he’s a big fella.”
“Yes he is,” Redheart remarked. “But he sleeps as soundly as a foal.” Said stallion proceeded to burp. The two physicians tried to swat the foul away from their nostrils with their hooves. “That’s disgusting.” The stench was probably the most horrid smell she had ever…well smelled. She tried to fight the urge to throw up.
“Smells like something decaying if you ask me.” Dr. Pulse said, putting a hoof over his nose.
Redheart’s eyes widened as she stole another glance towards the strange cutie mark. ‘Crushed skull. The smell of decay on his breath…Nah, you’re looking too much into this.’ 
“Well that aside,” Dr. Pulse said. “Have him ready to leave when he wakes up.”
Nurse Redheart raised an eyebrow. “But he just got here.”
“Ah,” Dr. Pulse frowned. “You know of the upcoming event.”
“The Wonderbolts are going to perform,” Nurse Redheart said, sighing. She was never a fan of sports. “And there will be all sorts of other ponies rushing into town to watch them.”
“Right.” Dr. Pulse said, walking over to the window. “And we both know that where athletes go, injuries are sure to follow.”
Nurse Redheart had to admit, that was one reason she didn’t care for them. Too many times had she been forced to work on some little colt or filly that tried to pull off some kind of stunt. She couldn’t count how many times that Scootaloo had checked in. ‘Poor thing.’ She thought. ‘It’s a good thing she had some good friends to keep her company.’ She had half a mind to confront Rainbow Dash about Scootaloo. She didn’t want the filly to keep hurting herself like that.“Yes, doctor.”
“So, we are going to need all the space we can get.” Dr. Pulse said. “And a winded pony isn’t a concern.”
“Yes doctor.” Nurse Redheart nodded her head.
“Hmm,” Dr. Pulse said, looking outside. “It seems we might have to rent out another bed.”
“Why’s that?” Redheart asked.
“There are some ponies coming up the front door.” Dr. Pulse said.
“The usual sort.” 
“Bon-Bon is one of them.” Dr. Pulse said.
“Ugh,” Nurse Redheart facehooved. “Again.”
“Afraid so.” Dr. Pulse turned around and headed out of the room. “I’ll go deal with them. You keep an eye on the patient. Be sure to contact me the moment he awakens.”
Redheart nodded. “I will.”
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With each step, Lyra would cast a glance to her friend. She couldn’t believe anypony would do such things to her. Bon-Bon was bruised, batter, completely beaten. ‘I’d be devastated if that ever happen to me.’ She thought. But Bon-Bon wasn’t. She looked more annoyed about the whole situation then angry. Her face screamed it, other than the occasional wince out of pain. Whenever she saw her wince, Lyra winced herself. The two mares were close, very close. Ever since they were little fillies back in school, they had been friends. The unicorn didn’t know what she’d do without Bon-Bon. “So,” The elderly unicorn that was carrying her friend said. Lyra blushed, as she had forgotten all about him. “How much further until we arrive at this hospital?”
“Not much farther.” Lyra responded.
He didn’t say another word. John, that was his name, wasn’t talkative. That question had been the only time he had spoken up through the entire trip. She was curious about him. ‘Why is he acting so strange? I mean, most ponies I’ve met are so open. Well, not counting those Canterlot snobs anyways.’ “So, are you from around here?”
“No.” John said.
“Are you from Canterlot?”
“No.”
“Are you from Trottingham?”
“No.”
“Are you from Equestria?”
“No.”
“Are you going to tell me where you’re from?”
“No.”
Lyra groaned in frustration. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m not impossible, young mare.” John told her. “I’m just not that open about my past.”
The two ponies continued their walk in silence. “This is so boring.” Bon-Bon groaned out.
“We’re almost there.” Lyra tried to reassure her.
“You said that ten minutes ago.” Bon-Bon crossed her forelegs.
Just then, they walked past a patch of dense trees and caught sight of the hospital. Lyra smiled. “There it is.” She jumped up in the air with glee.
“Hmm,” John eyed it as they walked up closer. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen a functional hospital.”
“Why?” Lyra asked.
“Oh, just stop asking the old coot questions, will you?” Bon-Bon said. “You’re driving me crazy.”
Lyra lowered her head. “Sorry.” She said, in a barely audible voice.
The trio finally made it to the door. Before John could knock, a unicorn doctor opened the door for them. “Good morning. I’m Dr. Pulse.”
“Hi, Pulse.” Lyra jumped in front of him. 
“Oh, dear.” Dr. Pulse raised an eyebrow. “What seems to be the matter this time? Another one of Bon-Bon’s failed revenge schemes, I presume.”
“No,” Lyra shook her head. “She was beaten to a pulp by this strange stallion.”
“Good heavens,” Dr. Pulse’s eyes went wide. “Let me see her.” Before she could say another word, he went out and stepped over to John’s side. He looked her over. “My, my, Bon-Bon. You have the worst of luck.”
“Tell me about it.” Bon-Bon grumbled. 
“Get her inside quickly.” Dr. Pulse said. 
“Thank you.” Lyra said, smiling. Just as they entered, a loud, high pitched scream could be heard. “What was that?” Lyra started shaking in fear.
“I do believe that was Nurse Tenderheart.” Dr. Pulse answered. Lyra noted he seemed quite calm. Just then, there was another scream, albeit, not as high pitched or loud. “And that was Nurse Redheart.” They then heard the sound of barking. “And that would be Loose Screw.”
“Take care of her while I’m gone.” John said, shoving Bon-Bon onto Lyra.
“Hey.” Bon-Bon said, a little shocked by the sudden motion.
“I don’t think that’s necessary.” Dr. Pulse said, as John headed off towards the source of the screaming. “I’m sure those two mares can handle themselves.”
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The Ravager’s world came back to him, as he regained consciousness. He could hear faint voices. His ears perked up as he tried to listen in on them. 
“How’s he doing?” One voice said.
“Good, but he’s still sore.” The other said.
“After the kind of thing I heard he went through, he must be in a lot of pain. To poor dear.”
‘Poor, pain.’ He thought, with much scorn. True, he didn’t know what the other one meant, but he knew pain all too well, and those other word reminded him of it. ‘Only weak creatures feel pain. Me not weak.  Me toughest creature ever. These creatures will pay for saying things like that.’ He opened his eyes a smidge. He noticed to ponies, one white and another light blue. They reminded him of the one he had tried to kill back in the forest. ‘There aren’t any little ponies to stop me this time.’ The Ravager remembered his commander’s orders, but he wasn’t here. The two were chatting away with each other, their backs turned to him. They didn’t notice that he was getting out of bed, until he stood right behind him. 
He expected fear, but what he got was a slight smiled from the white mare. “Well, I see your doing better.”
The Ravager was taken aback by this. ‘Why she not scared?’ He asked himself. 
“Yes, he is.” The other pony said.
The Chimera stallion snorted in rage. These two ponies should be afraid of him. He was the strongest. The best of the Chimera. He was stronger than anything alive and he would kill anything for the song. These two ponies should know that. ‘Why don’t they?’ “Why you two no run?” He asked.
“Run?” The white one said, raising an eyebrow. “From what?”
“From me.” The massive Earth pony stated.
The two ponies looked at each other and giggled. The stallion’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe it. They laughed off his threat.  Something inside him snapped when they did that. “Why would we?” The white one asked.
“Because me kill you.” The Ravager growled. A deep scowl formed on his face.
“Really?” The light blue one said, eyeing him. “I think you need a little more sleep.” She moved a hoof to help him. 
‘Me no sleep. Me kill.’ He swung his massive head downwards, knocking it against the light blue pony’s side. She screamed as she was flown through the air and hit the wall. The massive Earth Pony turned his gaze to the white pony who was looking at her fallen comrade. She glared at him. “How dare you?” She said. “She was only trying to help.”
He answered her by snapping at her with his mouth. She screamed, as she backed away. She seemed to know that he’d crush her in his grip. ‘Good.’ 
As he advanced, something unexpected happened. A pony ran in front of him and started barking. He took a step back. “Why pony bark like furry human?” He asked, but the pony just growled in response. She took a fighting stance. He smiled. “Good. This be fun.” He pawed at the ground before charging. The pony jumped to the side, narrowly missing his attack. He quickly turned around and charged again. The pony tried to jump out of the way again. He almost got her, but he missed his mark, instead smashing into the best. The bed cracked in two and was pushed through the wall. He shook his head. 
“Little ponies top moving.” He growled, angry that he had fallen for the same trick twice.The barking pony just growled in response and bared her teeth. He turned his head to see the other two ponies were dragging her out. Before he knew it, they closed the door and locked it. 
“No.” The Ravager said desperately. “Ponies will not get away.” Just then, the barking pony bit his ear. He growled in anger as she tugged on it. The Earth pony swung his hoof and swatted her away.
The Chimera pony pawed the ground. ‘Nopony escapes me.’ He charged and smashed through the door and the wall around it. He then spied the three ponies, who were all shocked to see him accomplish that. He smiled. ‘They die now.’ 
The Ravager pony screamed in pain, as a sudden sharp object pierced his left thigh. He turned to see the old human. He was glared at him. The human’s horn was covered in his blood. ‘No human stab me and get away with it.’ He roared and tried to turn, but instead stumbled as his rear leg gave out for a second. He roared again, this time in pain, as he fell to his side. He tried to stand up, but the human pointed his horn at his head. “Don’t move.”
“Do it, human.” The Ravager snarled. “Or I kill you later.”
The old pony smiled. “Gladly.” He prepared himself to stab his forehead. The Ravager closed his eyes. Death did not frighten him. He knew that the song would take him away and ease him into nothingness. 
“Stop!” A voice cried out. The Ravager opened his eyes to see the white pony standing in front of him. “I won’t let you kill him.”
“Are you daft, woman?” The human pony said. “He was trying to kill you.”
“He’s just confused is all.” The white pony defended him.
“That creature isn’t confused.” The old pony said, pointing at him. “He’s a murdering, vile, monstrous creature that only lives so that it can kill everything that’s not of its own kind.” The tone of his voice carried much hatred and scorn, though already evident in his words of choice.
“This creature is a pony like you.” The white pony said.
The human scoffed. “He’s as much a pony as he is a frog.”
“I could say the same of you.” The white pony turned her back to him.
The human pony glared at her. “Fine,” He turned around and started walking away. “Be that way, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The pony turned her attention to him. “Are you okay?”
The Ravager didn’t know what to say. No one had ever defended him from danger. He knew he should feel hatred, but…he didn’t. It confused him so. “Why you help me?”
She smiled. “Because it was the right thing to do.” She then went to his side and tried to help him stand.
The light blue pony took a step towards them. “Do you need my help?”
“No,” The white pony told her. “Take care of Loose Screw. I’ve got this one.” The other pony nodded and guided the barking pony away. “Now, let’s get you back to bed.”
“Me no need ‘bed’.” The giant Earth pony responded. “Me good.” He finally got back to his feet, but stumbled. The white pony helped keep him steady. 
“I can see that.” She said. She stayed at his side, as he limped over to the broken bed. “I’m sorry, but it might take some time before we get a new bed for you. You seem to have demolished this one.”
He smiled with pride. “Me strong.”
“Yes, yes you are.” She giggled.
Finally, he was able to get himself back onto the bed. The white pony went over to the corner and picked up a case of some kind. She walked back to him and placed it on the bed. “It’s a good thing I brought this along. That wound looks really nasty. We don’t want it to get infected.”
“Infected not sound good.” The Ravager said.
“No, does not sound good at all.” She smiled. She grabbed some kind of patches. “Now, this may hurt a bit, but remember, it’s for your own good. Do you understand?”
He nodded. She then started wiping off his wound. He cringed. ‘No. Don’t show pain. You strong. Stronger then pain.’ He kept telling himself, as the white pony cleaned his wound. She then wrapped it with a cloth. 
“There, all better.” She said. She then patted him on the cheek. “Now, that wasn’t so bad.”
“Wasn’t bad.” He tried his best to smile. Inside, he was waging a war with himself. His instict kept telling him to kill her, but he couldn’t. She had saved him from death and healed him. ‘Why pony nice?’ 
She chuckled. “Now, what’s your name?” 
“Name?” He cocked his head to the side. ‘What she talk about?’
“You do have a name, don’t you?” The white pony said. He shook his head. “Well, I’m Nurse Redheart. Though, you can just call me Redheart, if you like?”
“Redheart.” He said her name. It seemed weird coming out of his own mouth, but for some reason, he liked it. He liked her name. A thought then occurred to him. He remember something that had been played on the song. A name. A name that his supreme commander had called him.“Me Ravager.”
“Well Ravager,” Redheart smiled at him. “Welcome to Ponyville.”
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Dr. Pulse and Lyra stood at the foot of the stairs. Bon-Bon had been taken off and was being treated by a couple of other nurse. They had heard the whole fight upstairs, and to tell the truth, both were anxious to know what happened. Lyra was sweating profusely in worry and fear, while Dr. Pulse had a small concerned looked on his face. “So, how’ve you been?” Lyra asked, trying to kill the silence.
“Good, good.” Dr. Pulse answered. “And you?”
“Good.” Lyra said. An awkward pause followed. “So, anything new?”
Dr. Pulse shook his head. “No, just a couple of strange patients, that’s all.”
“Ah, yes.” Lyra said.
“Any performances coming up?”
Lyra shook her head. “No.”
“Shame. I think you have much talent.”
Lyra smiled. “Thank you.”
“No need.” Dr. Pulse waved a hoof in the air.
Just then, they noticed John coming down the stairs. Their eyes widened as they saw his horn covered in blood. Little droplets splattered on the floor as he walked by. He had a fierce scowl on his face. “I’m going back into town.” He announced and left out the door without another word.
The other two ponies looked at each. “You know that stallion?”
“No, he was just carrying Bon-Bon, since she can’t walk.” Lyra explained. “Other than the fact that he’s so secretive, I don’t know a thing.”
“That could be a problem.” Dr. Pulse rubbed his chin. He then looked up the stairs. “I need to go make sure nothing seriously bad happened up there.”
“Yeah, and I need to check up on Bon-Bon.” Lyra said.
“See you next time.” Dr. Pulse walked along his path.
“Yeah, see you later.” Lyra waved, before walking towards Bon-Bon’s room.
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