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// What happened after that 
// Story: BROKEN 
// by WolfoftheWaves Pony 
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	Rubble exploded from the explosion. Concrete went flying. I had to push myself out of the way with my good back hoof to dodge. One large piece of debris almost crushed me. Shakily, I got up to my hooves, swaying back and forth and trying to get my balance. Then, I retracted the missiles back into my metal body, with one missing from its place.
The dust from the explosion billowed around me, obstructing my view except for a few shadows moving around. I heard ponies coughing, and some crying out in pain from the aftermath of the explosion.
But then my ear pieces found another sound. It was a scream of despair and sorrow, and it was Blossom's. Blindly, I scrambled towards the direction in which I heard her voice, but then fell flat on my face.The stump sparked.
I slowly lifted my head. The dust was clearing and the visibility was getting better. I could barley make out Blossom's form. She was hunched over, hooves to her face, crying. And a black figure was laying in front of her. The dust cleared a bit more.
Blood. Blood was spilling to the floor from the black figure's chest in a gnarled mess of blood and broken ribs. Tornado. Something ripped inside of me.
Shakily, I got to my hooves as ponies rushed over to Blossom and Tornado's unmoving body. Blossom screamed at them to get away from him. One pony pulled her back, and she called him some very nasty names. A mare with a red cross cutie ran up to Tornado. She put her ear near his mouth. "He's alive!" she exclaimed. "But it does not look good."
Blossom struggled against the stallion's hooves. She broke free, and ran to me.
I stumbled forward, and then with out-stretched hooves Blossom wrapped her arms around me and cried into my metal shoulder. I hesitated a moment, then brought my metal hooves around her. Her cried turned to sniffles, and then she stopped. She did not make a sound. Something was wrong. Then, she screamed.

I let go of her and whipped around just in time to see the single bloody hoof reach through a pile of rubble. Then, a red stained yellowish-brown muzzle poked through, followed by a raggedy gasp of air. Waving Flag pulled the rest of her body up from the pile of concrete, her once tidy suit ripped and burned and literally almost falling off her body. She stumbled as she got to her hooves. She took in another raggedy breath before she looked up, her orange blood-shot eye staring right at me and Blossom. Waving Flag's right side of her face was burned and seared down to the bone, and blood gushed out and what skin was left had swollen her right eye shut. Blood dripped out from the side of her mouth. Then, she spoke. "My mother once told me, when I was just a filly, that ponies near death will realize their mistakes." She took a step forward, the crumpled to the ground. She lay there for a moment, unmoving, then took in a shallow breath and attempted to stand again. She looked at me and Blossom again. "And now, I see," She said, wheezing. "She, was, right." She coughed, and blood came hurtling towards us, but stopped short, splattering to the ground. Waving Flag swayed a little, then shook her head. "I am sorry." Then she fell over. This time, she did not get up. She took in a shallow breath, then sighed. "The only way to shut down the facility us to go in the holder chamber." She gestured with a bloody hoof to the glowing blue smoke. "And only a Robot Unit is strong enough to go in there." She smiled wickedly. "And then you will die. And I know you won't do that." She chuckled, then her eyes slowly closed, and she stopped moving. Forever.
In death, she may see her mistakes, but that does not mean she will change her ways.

I glanced at the swirling blue smoke. The only way?