//------------------------------// // Purple Terror // Story: No mare left behind // by Aqua_Breeze //------------------------------// The night was quiet. Twilight's platoon slept soundly in their tents just outside a war torn farm. Twilight herself, however, was too restless to get any sleep. Tomorrow she and her platoon would be assaulting a German concentration camp. She'd heard plenty of horror stories about these places, and couldn't wait to burn one to the ground to get rid of it's taint on the world. She had a map sitting in front of her, and was studying it almost too closely. After figuring out her general position, she was able to determine the supposed location of the camp. After going through a checklist to make sure everything was how it should be, Twilight took to the sky and headed right in the direction of the camp. She just couldn't wait any longer. Every second she spent back with her platoon was a second taken from the life of the slaves in the camp. She was going against orders doing what she was, but she didn't care. As the camp finally came into view, Twilight set down on the ground and started walking so she wouldn't be so easily spotted. By the time she reached the big main gate, Twilight had her MP40 drawn, loaded, and ready to fire. Two guards stood on either side of the gate, while two more guards stood in the two sniper towers to either side of the guards on the ground. "Say good night," Twilight said to herself as she pulled the trigger. As soon as the left guard dropped, the right guard had just enough time to look at his friend before he fell as well. The guards in the towers were dropped shortly after, but not before the alarm could be raised. Instead of doing the sensible thing and falling back for a time, Twilight fired a bolt from her horn to blast a good hole in the gate for her to go through, then followed up by rolling a grenade through said hole to take out any guards on the other side. As soon as she heard the explosion, Twilight ran through the hole, aiming down the sights of her MP40. The dust kicked up from the explosion concealed her temporarily, but still long enough for her to gain some good ground without being spotted. She made her way, slowly, through the camp, killing every German she saw. While she hated killing normally, she felt it to be way more than justified in this case. What she stumbled upon, er... rather fell into next just further justified it for her. She rounded the corner of a rancid smelling building and face planted into something awful. As she got up, she saw something that made everything in her want to scream out in fear. She had gotten herself into a mass grave. More bodies than she dared think about filled the space around the princess. Flies were buzzing about, most of the bodies had decayed quite a bit, and the smell... the smell was just awful. What really got to her wasn't just the fact that they were dead bodies, but the fact that the one upon which she had face planted was a child. Couldn't have been more than ten or eleven years old. Her skin looked like it had melted off, her forehead had a bullet hole in it, and she wasn't even given the dignity of being thrown away with clothes. "I'll make sure they all pay for what they did to you," Twilight said to the corpse, "I won't let them get away with this". With that, Twilight took to the sky and glided out of the mass grave. She already had a severe dislike for the Germans for killing people like they do, but now she knew they even killed children in much the same manner. She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream, but most of all, she wanted to kill every last German in the camp. They were monsters, and she was going to put them down as such. The first German to see her found this out the hard way as Twilight slung her MP40 across her back and charged. She didn't want to give these guys a quick death if she could help it. In her mind, they didn't deserve it. As she closed the distance, she spread her wings and leapt at the soldier. Upon landing on him, Twilight proceeded to wail on him with both her front hooves. By the end of her beating, the soldier had blood and deep gashes covering his face. He was unconscious at this point, and Twilight felt she had laid into him enough, so decided to help him sleep a little bit better. She upholstered her 1911, placed it's barrel against the soldiers head, and pulled the trigger without any hesitation. As the blood shot up and got on her face, she smiled slightly. She was satisfied with that kill. The rest of her trip through the camp went similarly. Almost every German who faced her died a very painful death. As the sun finally crested the horizon, Twilight had cleared the camp of all Germans. She had gathered up all the remaining survivors and started heading back towards her platoon. As they passed the mass grave Twilight fell into earlier, a couple of women broke off and ran over to it. Baffled, Twilight stopped the others and went to see what was going on. She was afraid the women were going to kill themselves, but it was not to be. Instead, they sifted, carefully and slowly, through the bodies, looking for something. Out of curiosity, Twilight used her magic to levitate any bodies the women grabbed onto and started to move. When at last they came to a pair of tiny bodies, the women stopped moving bodies. They each picked up one of the small bodies and held it close, crying the whole time. Twilight looked on with a sad and sympathetic expression. The women were mothers, and those small bodies were their babies. "How could anybody do such a thing?" Twilight asked herself as tears formed in her eyes. The women finally walked out of the mass grave, cradling their babies tightly. "I'm so sorry for your loss," Twilight said, trying not to break down. As soon as the women and Twilight had rejoined the main group, they started out again towards the edge of the camp. It didn't take long, however, before they were met with a platoon of U.S. Marines. "Well, fancy meeting you here," Nick said. "No need to look for enemies, I cleared this place out," Twilight said. "We noticed," Nick said. "Corporal, get your ass over here immediately!" Dreadson yelled. "He's pretty pissed, by the way," Nick said. Twilight said nothing as she walked over to her Captain, head held high. "Just what the Hell were you thinking, Corporal!?" Dreadson asked. "I couldn't sleep well last night, sir," Twilight said, "And I knew a little of what went on in these camps, so I decided to occupy my time by clearing out this one for you guys". "I can see that, Corporal," Dreadson half growled, "However, that was in direct violation of orders". Twilight said nothing, but stood there with her head still held high. "Under normal circumstances, I'd have you demoted and under close watch for a good time," Dreadson said, "But, these aren't normal circumstances. I'm still pissed, and you're going to get some killer PT later on, but that's all". "I can take that, sir," Twilight said. "I shouldn't do this, but you've done something good here today," Dreadson, reaching into one of his pockets, "Not only did you wipe out every German in here without so much as a scratch, you also saved all these lives. That makes you quite a hero, and you deserve some positive recognition for your actions". "Sir?" Twilight said questioningly, tilting her head slightly. "Later on today, you'll be going through your first PT session as a Sergeant," Dreadson said, "Like I said, though, I shouldn't be doing this, so don't you dare make me regret it". Twilight said nothing, but instead stood there as her Lance Corporal ranks were taken off and replaced with Sergeant ranks. "I'll let you take some pride in doing what you did," Dreadson said, "Now, get some breakfast and rest for a couple hours. Your PT starts at thirteen hundred". After Twilight finally ended her story, the room was silent for a long time. It was hard to hear that part, and it showed on everypony's faces. "That's gotta be the most disturbing story I've heard in my whole life," Applejack said. "Indeed," Luna said, "To think anybody would commit such heinous acts is... unfathomable". "And to children no less, babies even," Cadance said, wiping her eyes. "And that was one of the nicer camps," Twilight said, "There were some that were given the nickname "House of Satan" because of how horrid they were". "THAT is considered a nice camp?" Rainbow Dash asked, awestruck, "If that was one of the nice camps, I'd hate to see any of the others". "And even though I hated killing, even then, I was happy to know that I had killed the monsters that lived in that camp," Twilight admitted. "What happened to the rescued civilians?" Shining Armor asked. "They were given a free ride to the states," Twilight said, "And every body in that camp was transported back as well and given a proper burial, all two hundred and thirteen of them". "That's... a lot," Applejack said. "On a slightly less gloomy and dark note, I managed to earn a nickname among the German ranks after that," Twilight said, "At least one soldier somehow got out alive and spread around the tale of the 'Purple Terror', and it didn't take too long before I became a tale of horror for the German army". "'Purple Terror' huh?" Shining Armor asked, "Seems fitting". "It stuck," Twilight said, "And I wear it with pride". "Well, after such a... unique tale, who's ready for a peaceful trip to Sugarcube corner?" Celestia asked. "Am I even allowed back there?" Twilight asked. "Why wouldn't you be?" Pinkie asked, "Yea, Mr. and Mrs. Cake were a little upset at the mess you caused, but they understand what happened, and they don't blame you for it. If anything, they blamed me for such an oversight". "Do I even want to know?" Celestia asked. "Long story, perhaps best saved for later," Twilight said, "But anyway, what was about a sweet filled dinner on the royal bill?"