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// The Big Mystery 
// Story: Leave it to Striker 
// by Strikerbolt 
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          (Past) Fluttershy and I were laying in the grass together. She held to me tight and I held to her. She was so warm against my body. Dash walked out and let out a disgusted ugh. She really didn't like our relationship getting in the way of our fun. "Are you two done yet." She groaned. We giggled, and I gave Flutters a kiss on the nose. 
"Yes Dash! We're done." I said, annoyed a bit. Flutters got up, and so did I. They were 16, I was 17. The sun shone bright on this summer day, providing a nice warmth. Dash loved the warm weather. It meant we could play outside. She loved racing, and the only one worthy to race her was me. Fluttershy had moved into an apartment in ponyville. Dash and I still lived with Mom and Dad, but Flutters' parents allowed her to live alone, so she wouldn't hear the arguments and worry. Fluttershy's parents relationship was always quite bumpy, but she got used to that. When it got worse, she moved out.
"So, Striker, can we hoofball?" Asked Dash. Her love for sports out measured mine. 
"If by 'hoofball' you mean soccer." I said. We'd commonly have little discussions like this. We'd always end up playing soccer anyways. Flutters never played, but instead cheered. We played with one rule; No using fore-hooves. The worst part about that was that turning around was common, and hard to do with Dash as my opponent. Eventually, she had kicked it too hard. I went after it, but I didn't like where it landed. 
"The Everfree forest." I said to myself. I entered the dreary place. It was the afternoon, but the trees kept out light, making it look like night. I walked deeper looking for the ball, keeping in mind to only go forward, otherwise I'd lose where I came in. Eventually, I heard voices. I stopped and hid. 
"Vines are such pain. Why (pronounced with a 'v') must we (ditto) do this?" Asked a Germane sounding pony.
"We need more creatures for experiments. Anything in this forest is fair game." Said a normal sounding mare. I couldn't see them anymore. I looked out from my bush and they saw me, and I saw them. One wore a lab coat and googles. He had a gray, messy mane, a matching mustache, and a light blue coat. The other had a hot pink coat, with a leather jacket and a belt with nets and other items I didn't see. The mare pounced on me and tied me up.
"Finally, a pony." She said, a devious grin forming on her face. Her mane was a dark hot pink, looking almost black, tied in a shape almost like somepony's tail. I soon was knocked out by an odd gas. 
I woke up in a cage. The area from what I could see was filled with cages. The cages had various animals, and even plants. All wore dog tags. Mine said #05099. No name. This day began the same way months would repeat. Scientists in protective suits pulled me from my cage and strapped me down. They marked points on my body that gave me the most pain. They then injected me in those areas. Next, they'd expose me to poisonous gases. For the first week, I nearly died every day. I got better from then on. It changed from gases into whole poison, then eventually wounding me. Every time I started awful, then grew better. I'd heal rapidly. After that in daily routines, they fed me these white peppers. They burnt so badly, the pain not wounding me, just torture. They only fed me peppers. Eventually, they'd inject me in my scalp. Oh, the pain was unbearable. Every seven days, they stake blood and inject a puppy corpse. Months turned to years, and eventually, they stopped. It eventually gave birth to a puppy with wings. That happened just before...
"He's ready for the next stage." Said Hotpink Devil. Or at least, that's what I called her in my mind. They strapped me to a chair and put a helmet on me. I felt my memory slowly draining. I let it take away the pain of this place, but then it got closer to my past. I struggled to escape, but to no advantage. All I could remember was my name. It began to fade, but I had to remember. I yelled it. "I am StrikerBolt! I am StrikerBolt!" As loud as I could. I saw them carve it on my dog tag, as they finally knew my name. But by then, I didn't. They let me go. No memory. Only rage. I attacked them, unleashing my rage. I couldn't control it. Some were wounded, but some were killed once I freed the others. The plants and animals alike fled. I escaped, keeping the puppy with me. I took the helmet and erased the rest of my memory. As it drained, I ran out of the forest. 
I took off the helmet as I was fainting, and I saw a name, the name of the industry. D.I.S.C.O.R.D.