I grunted and shook my head as I broke out of unconsciousness. I found myself in a fortified position behind some sandbags with a couple of Troopers that looked like they would break out of the fortification and run at any moment. The sound of
gunfire almost unbearable as I poked my head above the sandbags, I was on the airfield next to base.
“What are we supposed to do now Captain?” one of the soldiers asked, he sounded worried.
“Ah shit, we’re all gonna die!” Another said with panic creeping into his voice.
“Stay down we just need to hold out a little longer!” I shouted as I looked over to the field. Hundreds of legionnaires were charging over the airstrip. I looked around for anything to use I almost started panicking before I saw it. The multiple barrels and massive body of the weapon sure was a sight for sore eyes.
“Stay here!” I yelled as I mantled the cover and charged for the weapon, bullets flying all around me. My run was cut abruptly short when I was hit by the blast wave from a grenade that sent me tumbling over a busted wing landing next to another couple of terrified soldiers.
“Ouch” I grunted. I sat up and opened my pack “Fuck playing fair” I muttered. I pulled out my little bag of fun and turned it upside down letting the drugs land in the dirt. I injected myself with a Med-x, a Psycho then swallowed three Buffout and
inhaled a canister of jet and jabbed a Super-Stimpak into my neck as a precaution.
I could feel my muscles and senses growing stronger as everything slowed down, I felt invincible. The soldiers looked at me with worried glances as my vision turned into a red haze. I screamed at the top of my lungs and charged over the cover. Still screaming as I headed for the Vulcan. Getting hit by gunfire didn’t even slow me down. In fact I barely noticed the bullets
striking my vest.
A legionary positioned himself between me and my target and charged me. “Get the fuck out my WAY!!” I screamed as I slammed straight into him. I heard the satisfying noise of breaking bones. He hit the ground screaming in pain. “Oh I’m sorry did that hurt? Maybe this’ll help!” I shouted as I stomped on his neck, I smiled as I felt the vertebrae snap under my boot. Then I stomped a few more times for good measure before returning to charging towards the Vulcan.
I threw myself almost three meters through the air landing on top of the gun as I picked it up in a rolling maneuver I pulled the trigger causing the barrels to start rotating. Then as I stood up I looked down and saw the safety was on and it had plenty of ammo. I pointed it at the legionnaires with a stupid grin on my face.
I started laughing like a maniac as I flicked the switch. The roar that the gun let out was deafening. Spewing bullets at a rate I had only heard of before, everywhere I aimed the weapon legionnaires were turned into a red mist. Spent cartridges flowing from the gatling gun like a golden waterfall. Cackling like a maniac I slaughtered dozens upon dozens of legionnaires before something caught my attention. I heard two voices, one unknown but the other one felt familiar. All of the sudden the Vulcan disappeared and the legionnaires froze in their tracks. But before I could react two soldiers jumped me and pinned me to the ground.
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“Applejack hold him down! I can’t examine him until he stops moving.”
“Ahm tryin’ nurse, he’s mighty strong!”
“Wait here I’ll get the sedatives.”
“Get off of me!” I screamed my mind still on the airfield and fought against the hooves holding me pinned to a bed. I stopped fighting as I felt someone stick a needle into my arm causing me to feel limp and woozy. “Get off.. of.. me” I whispered before
the anesthetic knocked me out.
~Time to wake up, NOW!~
I force my eyes open and begin to draw in air, filling my lungs until they almost burst. I winced as I felt the sharp pain from a broken rib, as well as a disturbing wave of nostalgia. I grunted while I took in my surroundings, I was in a hospital room, in a comfortable hospital bed. The room had whitish walls, a large window with dark green drapes along with a couch, some chairs and an old desk. The room also had some pictures on the wall of an almost sickeningly colorful and cheerful
landscape. But what really caught my eyes was the mirror sitting on top of the desk and what was looking back at me.
“What the fuck…”
The creature staring back at me was a light brown pony with a jet colored mane sporting dark grey outlines and blood red eyes. Eyes five times the size of any creature I had ever seen before.
I forced myself into a sitting position, ignoring the agonizing pain in my chest. I looked down at my hooves. ~We have hooves now?~ As I rolled of the bed I found myself in a very strange body, standing on all four I flexed every muscle in my body getting a feel on how my body now worked.
I didn’t have much time to explore my body or have a new mental breakdown when I heard a very familiar sound. A gunshot followed by several screams of fear and one of pain. A few moments later a heard a door on the other side of my own slam open and several distressed voices shouting and crying.
I didn’t waste a second. I charged at the door and kicked it open. The room on the other side was a waiting room in a small clinic, but instead of people there were a few brightly colored equine creatures standing in front of me. ‘Not dealing with this yet’. I rushed over to the counter where a cream colored pony with a picture of a medical kit on her flank was trying desperately to help a white pony with a dark red mane.
I pushed the nurse out of the way and looked her over. She had been shot in the left hind leg right above the knee. She was bleeding heavily and hyperventilating.
“What are you doing?” The nurse pony almost shouted at me.
“I know what I’m doing” I said turning to look her in the eyes. She nodded and I went back to examining the wound.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly as I gently stroke her mane trying to calm her down.
“R-rose” She whimpered.
“Okay, Rose does this hurt?” I asked, gently but firmly stroking her inner thigh.
“N-no” she sounded like she was about to break into sobs.
Good that means the leg isn’t broken. “Nurse I need a scalpel and pincer.” She nodded and ran into another room. Rose looked at me with terrified eyes.
“Rose do you trust me?” I asked, she just kept hyperventilating but then a purple pony with a blonde mane came up to her and took her fore hooves in her own and a pink pony with a green mane started stroking her mane and telling her everything was going to be okay.
“Y-yes.” She whimpered weakly.
The nurse came back with a small scalpel, a pincer and some bandages. I took them and gave Rose an apologetic look before starting basic field surgery.
I took the scalpel in my mouth and pushed the blade into the bullet wound until I felt it scraping against the bullet. Rose was now screaming through her teeth. Shit how am I going to use the pincers like this?!
“Someone grab the pincers and help!” I half shouted through the blade in my mouth, it was small enough to make my words clear enough to understand. A lavender unicorn ~unicorn?!~ walked up beside me and her horn started glowing, the pincers started levitating with a purple glow, I just stared at it for a few seconds before adding it to things I would deal with later.
“You see the bullet?”
“That metal thing?” The lavender unicorn with the glowing horn asked.
“Yeah, if you see it pull it out slowly.”
The pincer grabbed onto the bullet and slowly pulled it out. Rose stopped her muffled screaming but kept whimpering and sobbing quietly. I grabbed a roll of bandages and pushed it against the wound then taking another and wrapping it hard around the leg to stop the bleeding.
“Wait for the wound to stop bleeding then disinfect and wrap new bandages around it.” I looked around at the group the bright colored ponies standing around me.
“T-thank you!” Rose pushed out between sobs.
“No problem Rose, just stay of that leg for a while.” I said stroking her mane. I looked up at the ponies surrounding me and I could feel my eye twitching again.
“Whoever used one of my guns, goes and gets it right now and puts it back into my pack and does not touch anything else, are we clear?” The purple pony with the blonde mane nodded with a shameful look in her face.
“Good, now if y’all excuse me.” I walked back into my room. I closed the door took a deep breath and once again the adrenaline that kept me going faded away bringing back the agonizing pain that had been multiplied by recent activities. I laid down on the bed in fetal position and started hyperventilating.
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Authors note: I was shellshocked by the response to the prologue. This chapter is a little shorter but i hope you will like it anyway. For my first story ever written about anything i'd say i'm rather pleased with how it turned out. But since i have a lot of stuff to do (Mostly reading other fanfics!) I wont be uploading too often. And i would be very grateful to anypony who could offer creative criticism i will even pay attention to the trolls. (If i get any)
BIG THANK YOU TO EVERYPONY WHO READ THIS!