Foreword: So I know you all were waiting for the next chapter of We are Many but I decided that I was tired of waiting for my beta-reader's slow ass to play the game that crossover was based on so now it's on hold, and in the meantime you get He came from Hell; an epic tale of war, love, and mental conflicts that all come crashing together to form events that will leave the main character, Mark Calaway, wondering if he is a sinner or a saint.
Warning: There are obvious spoilers for the first story so if you haven't read that yet I strongly advise that you do so before reading this. You've been warned.
I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Begin!
He came from Hell
Prologue
February 15th, 2129
Equestrian star system (unlisted)
Town of Ponyville
Pegasus Fluttershy
Fluttershy moved about the interior of her cottage as she tended to her various animals and their needs, feeding the hungry critters and checking on the ill and injured.
The Pegasus looked up at a picture on her wall, the face of her best friend, Rainbow Dash, displayed upon it.
Rainbow Dash too was a Pegasus and Fluttershy's oldest friend, the two having met when they were both fillies back in Summer Flight Camp. Dash had always stood up for Fluttershy and defended her from the legions of bullies that always picked on the weak Pegasus.
Fluttershy forced herself to look away and she walked into the kitchen, trying her hardest not to cry; if Rainbow were here she'd tell her to stay strong and to put on a brave face.
Fluttershy never was really brave.
The Pegasus began to cook herself some soup, staring out the window above her stove at the Everfree forest, which she lived rather close to.
After some time the soup was finished and she poured it into a bowl, setting it down on her table. She took a sip and soon finished it, returning to the stove to refill her bowl. She did so but accidentally dropped the bowl, the soup spilling out across the floor.
The bottled up emotions within spilled out and Fluttershy began to cry, mostly over Rainbow Dash. The speedy Pegasus had been killed just a few weeks prior by some human named Dick Malone, otherwise known as Polaris.
Of course Dick was dead; another human by the name of Marcus Calaway had killed him. Fluttershy never believed murder was right, no matter how justified, but it wasn't up to her whether or not Malone lived or died.
The Pegasus finally recovered and was about to clean up the mess when a knock came to her door, most likely one of her friends coming to visit. Fluttershy pulled a curtain over the doorway to the kitchen to hide the mess and went to her door.
Fluttershy opened the door and almost screamed, but was stopped by a hand over her mouth. Standing before her were Gilda the Griffon and Dick Malone, both somehow still alive.
Gilda produced a knife and stabbed Fluttershy in the throat, releasing the yellow Pegasus and leaving her to slowly bleed to death.
The Griffon stepped over Fluttershy while Dick crouched down to look at her. "Gilda, come over here and wrap up this wound. Lightly, however. I want her to bleed out while I'm raping her" Malone declared, striking absolute fear into the Pegasus.
He looked back down at Fluttershy and moved his face forward until it was inches from the Pegasus's. "Don't worry…I'll be gentle" Dick assured her, then his red shirt turned black and his eyes turned a fiery red.
Malone reared his head back and laughed maniacally.
Fluttershy awoke screaming, her body drenched in a cold sweat which had soaked her bed and blankets.
The sweat wasn't the only thing that had made her bed wet.
Sighing in exasperation the Pegasus gathered up her blanket and sheets and put them in the washer downstairs, her pet bunny Angel accompanied her, having been awoken from his slumber.
Fluttershy checked one of her clocks, the time displayed thereon was around eight AM.
The Pegasus was about to head out when there was a knock at her door, the sound rooting her in place from fear.
The knock came again and Fluttershy approached it, pressing her ear up against it to see if she could hear any evil voices. "W-w-who's there?" the Pegasus asked.
"It's me, Mark" the human on the other side answered, relief flooded through Fluttershy.
"Oh thank goodness, I had a dream and I thought—" Fluttershy started as she opened the door, she screamed as she looked out. Standing before her were Gilda the Griffon and a human Fluttershy didn't recognize, the latter having disguised his voice with an electronic guise.
The human produced a knife and stabbed Fluttershy in the throat, letting the yellow Pegasus collapse to the floor to bleed to death. Both Gilda and the human stepped over her.
Fluttershy stared out the open door at the land beyond, her life quickly slipping from her as she gurgled from the blood pouring into her esophagus.
"Alright, now she's down. Where do we begin?" Gilda asked, turning to face her companion.
"The Everfree forest, that's where our fellow Griffons will be waiting, from there we'll be able to operate independently in this region" the human explained.
"OK. Hey she's still breathing" Gilda declared, pointing down at Fluttershy. The human stepped back over and crouched down to look her in the eye, watching as she slowly died.
"Hey, sweetie. I know you're scared, but look on the bright side; you'll be dead soon" the biped said with a wicked smile.
"Let's get to work" the human said, standing up; his gray shirt hidden slightly by a Kevlar vest.
Fluttershy watched as the duo stepped from her home and went around, assuredly heading around to enter the Everfree forest. The world beyond her home started to fade away as her vision turned black; she was so scared right now, she didn't want to die but she knew that nopony would come to save her, most of them were probably still asleep.
And so Fluttershy was left to die in a pool of her own blood on the floor of her home directly in front of the open door, and she felt sorrow for she knew somepony would eventually find her and would be irreversibly traumatized by the whole ordeal.
She could only pray it wasn't a foal.
Fluttershy's breaths became sharper and shallower as she struggled to breath; she looked down and saw her own blood as it spilled out, the stream slowly losing force as her heart began to slow down its work. Fluttershy's vision turned completely black as she passed out, the last thing she saw was another human stepping into view, his black shirt simmering lightly
A few moments later Fluttershy was dead.
Ten years later
June 6th, 2139
Equestrian star system (unlisted)
Skies above Equestria
Citizen Marcus James Calaway
"Casper Actual, this is Casper 5, be advised flight of three F-40's, four HEATs for the section. Standing by for fire order" the Unicorn pilot of the lead F-40 fighter jet said as he and his squadron proceeded on a Griffon Ultra-radicalist base, located deep in the desert near the settlement of New Appleloosa.
"Casper 5 this is Casper Actual, prepare to fire; Wolf-Two, Wolf-Two" Mark Calaway replied as he stood on the bridge of his new ship, the Private Space Vessel Star Hunter, which was a UN naval carrier he'd bought from a ship-dealer who'd arrived in Equestria several years ago.
"Good tone, good tone. Wolf-Two, Wolf-Two" the Unicorn pilot announced as he and the other F-40s fired their High Explosive Anti-Tank missiles, nicknamed by modern Military forces Wolf-Two.
The missiles, normally used for what their title suggested, were being used now as the Griffon Ultra-radicals had procured quite the lot of titanium in the past ten years and were regularly using it for their bunkers.
The assault on this Ultra-radicalist base was a double-hitter; eliminate Ultra-radicalist Griffons massing near New Appleloosa and apprehend or eliminate the Element of Kindness's murderer.
Ten years, for ten years I've been hunting Fluttershy's killer. And today I will finally have the satisfaction of confronting him Marcus mused as he folded his hands behind his back, staring out the viewport at Equestria.
Calaway was fortunate that he'd purchased a ship when he did, otherwise this whole operation would be a hundred times harder. He only had one ship but Marcus didn't care, he was just grateful that he'd have a place to stay when he needed to get away from the ponies. His house in Ponyville wasn't bad by any means but it just didn't have the same atmosphere and feel as the interior of a spaceship.
Mark watched as the F-40s streaked over their targets, which had been thoroughly destroyed. Calaway moved his ship forward as multiple drop-ships soared down and dropped off dozens of Pony soldiers, who rushed into the Ultra-radicalist base.
Marcus watched as they went inside, opening fire with the weapons Calaway provided. Over the past ten years the human has been supplying the Equestrian military with weapons, vehicles, and many other supplies. As a result of all this Equestria's military has grown to be the strongest on the planet, the only reason it hasn't become stronger is because Princess Celestia has stopped Calaway from selling them any more weapons for the time being, mainly because she doesn't want Equestria to seem like a totalitarian state ruled by a militaristic dictator.
We are a peaceful people Celestia's words rang out in Mark's head, causing him to shake his head.
I wonder if she thinks about how hypocritical that statement is when she sends me and soldiers of the Pony Special Tasks Division out to kill groups of Griffon Ultra-radicalists Calaway mused.
What's the deal with these Ultra-radicalists anyway? Who's leading them? Mark wondered; the Ultra-radicalists were an army of Griffons that were essentially separatists from the rest of the Empire, they formed after the Griffon-Pony war as they believed wholeheartedly that the ponies were inferior and Equestria needed to be 'cleansed' of them.
And then there was Fluttershy's murderer, who Marcus knew for a fact was hiding out with Griffon Ultra-radicals.
Princess Celestia had requested the Griffon Military aid them in hunting down the Ultra-radicals but the Griffon Emperor was too busy managing his country to go after them, though he did promise that by 2145 the Empire's army would be ready for action.
That was far too long to wait.
Mark was snapped out of musings as his partner, a Pegasus mare named Scootaloo, stepped onto the bridge, her checkered flag cutie mark proudly displayed for all to see.
"What's up?" Scootaloo asked, Marcus remembered her when she was just a filly, excitedly bouncing around the human and rambling about some trick she could do on her scooter.
"…Come on! I wanna show you the new trick I can do!"
Calaway smiled at the memory, though the smile disappeared when he remembered that she had said that to Dick Malone, back before they realized he was Polaris.
"I'm just watching the soldiers heading in" Mark finally replied, taking a sip of the coffee he had poured for himself. He poured a cup for Scootaloo and handed it to her, the Pegasus mare thanking him afterward.
Marcus suddenly shot forward when part of the Griffon bunker detonated, a massive bomb going off inside the structure.
"All callsigns be advised; Cellar team is down. Repeat, Cellar team is down. All available teams respond" Command declared over the radio.
"Command I read you, this is Marcus Calaway, acting commander of Casper 1-1. We are on our way to the target location" the human replied as he gathered his gear and headed down through his ship to the hangar.
"Copy that, Casper Actual. Be advised, Team Killer may be on site" Command warned the human.
At the mention of the name assigned to Fluttershy's killer Mark's lips pulled back in anger.
"Understood, Casper Actual out" Mark replied, he boarded a drop-ship with Scootaloo and a fellow mare named Applejack, who was the wielder of the Element of Harmony Honesty. She was an old friend of Rainbow Dash.
Calaway sighed as he reminisced about Rainbow Dash; closing his eyes he could almost see her blood and brains spraying out against the wall that had been behind her.
The human opened his eyes and forced the memory from his thoughts; Rainbow Dash had been killed ten years ago, the man responsible was dead.
There was no reason to dwell on the matter.
The drop-ship exited the hangar and immediately dropped for the Griffon bunker, which was built under a massive hill to conceal its presence.
The drop-ship reached the surface and the trio disembarked, Marcus pulling out an M4A1 carbine and pulling the charging handle. Mark's M4A1 had been heavily customized; attached to the bottom rail on the handguard was an M900 vertical grip/flashlight combo and attached to the top rail above the receiver was an AimPoint M68 Close Combat Optic, which was a tubular-style red dot sight.
In addition to the M68 Mark had replaced the standard front sight with a flip-up type and had attached a rear flip-up sight to the receiver rail. The flip-up sights were to be used if his optic went down or was damaged.
To top it all off Marcus had slipped MagPul devices over all of his magazines, which would aid the reloading process.
In addition to his M4A1 Calaway packed with him a Brugger & Thomet MP9, which had been customized with a reflex-style red dot sight and a side-mounted flashlight.
Finally he carried with him his preferred sidearm, the Fabrique Nationale Five-seveN, which had been modified only with a simple flashlight.
The trio entered the bunker and made their way down, proceeding past the remains of Cellar Team and several Griffon soldiers.
The first few rooms were filled mostly with dead, wounded, or shell-shocked Griffons and were eliminated with ease.
As they made their way deeper into the bunker, however, resistance picked up as dozens of Ultra-radicalists came out to greet the assaulting ponies and the human leading them.
As the restance picked up, spec-op Griffons using human weapons left over from the Griffon/Pony war poured into the corridor and opened fire with M16A3's. The Unicorn grunts following the human and his companions scrambled for cover as the 5.56 rounds whizzed by them, as they began to return fire with Mk.14 EBR's.
Marcus tossed an M67 hand grenade over his cover, and watched as grisly chunks of meat flew past him as the grenade exploded.
Eventually Mark and his team came upon the end of the bunker, which was a tunnel leading to what appeared to be an elevator. Calaway and his companions stepped into the elevator and activated it, immediately beginning a descent underground.
While they were descending Mark checked his equipment and ammo, making sure everything was where it should be.
Satisfied that he was ready Marcus looked up just in time to see a massive tunnel come into view.
It was enormous, the tunnel stretched well over ten thousand feet from the floor to the ceiling, and it was easily over a mile wide. The tunnel was heavily lit with thousands upon millions of lights, which revealed that the tunnel stretched to the point where the lights could be seen no more.
It seemed the tunnel was designed to go straight to Canterlot's doorstep.
An invasion route.
Mark decided that they'd have to destroy this tunnel to prevent a Griffon invasion; if Canterlot was destroyed by the Ultra-radicalists then all of Pony-kind would follow suit.
The elevator stopped about a mile from the bottom floor and Calaway slid the gate open, he and his companions stepped out onto a platform which had multiple aerial vehicles docked to it, leftovers from Polaris's aid during the war.
"Command, come in" Marcus said over the radio, there was a brief moment of silence before Command came on.
"This is Command, we read you Casper Actual" the pony on the other end replied.
"We have found a massive tunnel stretching for hundreds of miles, most likely leading straight to Canterlot. We believe this tunnel is an invasion route" Calaway explained.
There was silence for a few moments as Command pondered over the information. "Understood, Casper Actual. We want you to destroy the tunnel, over"Command ordered.
"Roger that; Casper Actual, out" Mark replied, he switched the radio off and looked around the tunnel, trying to come up with a plan. With the tunnel being lined with titanium it left the human's options rather short.
Suddenly Marcus had an idea, he motioned for Scootaloo and Applejack to follow him back up to the surface where they returned to the Star Hunter and retrieved an Explosive Ordnance Disposal team, ordering them to bring an eighty-megaton nuclear device.
The team went back down into the tunnel and set up the nuke, rigging it on the floor and beginning their work.
"Sir, we're going to need ten minutes to set up the nuke" the sergeant leading the EOD team declared.
"Understood; Combat teams seven and fourteen stay down here to help guard the nuke. All other teams return to the Star Hunter" Marcus ordered.
Calaway was getting antsy; there were no Griffons attacking them and the whole area seemed quiet, quieter than your average hundred-mile-long tunnel was.
The human was about to ask how much more time they needed when one of the EOD ponies' head exploded in a shower of blood.
"Get down!" Mark yelled as an RPG shot streaked directly over him, slamming into the wall far behind him and spraying chunks of shrapnel everywhere.
Marcus poked up from behind his behind a low wall and returned fire on the Griffon ambushers, who were clad in some kind of Spec-ops armor that was all black and even featured full-head helmets, the visors of which a reflective silver.
"Return fire!" Mark ordered, dropping an empty magazine from his M4A1 and loading in a new one, slapping the bolt release to finish the process.
The Griffons intensified their fire; dozens of rounds from both sides slashed through the air and pinged off multiple surfaces including the hulls of drop-ships and fighter jets docked on the platform.
Calaway ducked down to reload and saw Scootaloo and Applejack embracing the steel floor, their forehooves over their heads to cover them from debris and shrapnel. The two mares tried in vain to press themselves lower while the low wall they were behind shielded them from view and bullets.
Mark pulled the pin of another grenade and let the spoon fly off, tossing the explosive over the wall and sending it into a crowd of Griffon soldiers. The grenade detonated sent two Griffons into the air, sans legs. The mangled corpses slapped lifelessly down onto the steel floor.
One of the pony soldiers poked his head up to return fire and was greeted with a 7.62mm round, which smashed straight through his mouth, destroying his teeth before snapping through his spine and exiting him completely.
The pony dropped to the floor and began spasming uncontrollably; it seemed the round hadn't paralyzed him but rather traumatized his nervous system to the point where it was constantly firing off messages to his nerves.
The wounded pony screamed in vain as his comrades dragged him off, leaving him with a medic who immediately began work on stopping the bleeding.
Fed up with the bullshit the Griffons were throwing at them Mark motioned for a nearby soldier to toss him a Disposable Rocket Launcher.
Calaway readied the DRL and tapped the firing button, sending a 66mm rocket up into a balcony several Griffons were standing on, obliterating the balcony and causing it to come crushing down on a few Griffons unfortunate enough to be standing under it.
With the Griffons dealt with Mark made sure the area was clear before approaching the EOD team, who were almost done prepping the nuke.
"There! We're all done, Sir" the EOD sergeant exclaimed.
"Good work, men. Let's get out of here and return to the Star Hunter" Marcus stated.
They were all about to head back up when a team of Griffon fliers streaked by, releasing a cluster of bombs into the elevator which dropped all the way to the bottom floor when the cables snapped.
"Shit" Calaway casually declared as he peeled his face off the floor, the blast having knocked them all down. The human looked around as he stood up, Applejack soon joined him.
Scootaloo was lying face down, a chunk of shrapnel lodged on her flank, slashed diagonally along her cutie mark.
"Scoots! Scoots are you OK?" Marcus asked as he crouched down in front of the Pegasus mare, who was still breathing but otherwise unconscious.
"Applejack, get her on one of the drop-ships. We're getting the fuck out of here" the human exclaimed, the earth-pony did as told and soon the trio was rocketing along the tunnel in a human drop-ship, also left behind by Polaris.
"Ya might wanna pick up the pace" Applejack called back to the cockpit as she looked out a window on the rear hatch; multiple enemy fighter jets were taking off to give chase.
"Hang on!" Marcus yelled as he dumped more power to the thrusters, increasing the speed of the drop-ship. It wasn't enough to out-run the Griffon fighters but it would get them out of the tunnel quicker.
The Griffon fighters opened fire on the drop-ship, causing Applejack to scream and throw herself to the floor to reduce the chance of getting shot, though the chance of one of the Griffon pilots actually scoring a hit on the drop-ship was extraordinarily slim.
The volume of fire increased as the Griffons sprayed thousands of rounds out of the chin-mounted miniguns at the escaping drop-ship.
Suddenly dozens of round sprayed against the side of the drop-ship, several of them piercing the hull and pinging around the inside like pinballs.
Mark activated the auto-pilot and let the onboard A.I. take control, permitting the human to step back into the cargo bay and open the rear hatch.
Calaway returned fire on the Griffon fighter jets with his M4A1, spitting out round after round at the glass of the lead jet's cockpit.
Marcus had just reloaded when a missile streaked for the drop-ship, the A.I. jerked the ship to the left and the missile rocketed past; a clean miss.
The human righted himself and resumed firing on the Griffon fighters as they steadily closed in for the kill.
Mark Calaway activated a hand grenade and cooked it for a few seconds, when he threw the explosive it detonated in between the two fighters; hundreds of shards of shrapnel pinging off their armor. The force of the explosion shook them but they were soon back on course, rocketing straight for the drop-ship.
Marcus continued firing on them to no avail as the light 5.56mm NATO rounds fired from his M4A1 just wouldn't penetrate.
"Fuck this weak-ass piece of shit!"
The human went to reload and the drop-ship was jerked to the side again to dodge another missile, the force of the movement caused Mark to drop his M4A1 which slid out of the drop-ship and began its fall to the abyss below.
Marcus slammed his right fist into the wall next to him which caused a panel to pop open, ejecting a Desert Eagle which the human grabbed by the slide with his left hand; Mark tossed the Desert Eagle into the air and snatched it up in his right hand, chambering around and taking aim on the lead Griffon fighter jet in one swift move.
Calaway pulled the trigger and the .50 caliber Action Express round flew straight and true, smashing through the cockpit of the lead fighter and finally coming to a stop in the heart of the co-pilot.
Mark was about to fire on the pilot when the miniguns fired again, spewing thousands of rounds into the cargo bay which nearly killed Applejack and almost sawed off the human's legs.
"Can't you make this fucking shit go faster?" Marcus yelled, the A.I., though incapable of speech, complied and upped the speed on the drop-ship.
The human took aim on the pilot of the lead fighter and was about to fire when out of the corner of his left eye he caught movement.
Looking up Mark saw what he thought was a familiar human freefalling down toward the Griffon fighter, his entire body adorned in a metal armor suit. The helmet had a blue visor and a flashlight had been attached to the right side.
"One!" Calaway exclaimed, recognizing the human as the mysterious man who'd saved his life twice during the Griffon-Pony war.
One landed on the roof of the lead fighter and swung down into the cockpit in a single swift move, kicking the Griffon pilot out of his seat and taking control of the fighter.
One banked the fighter around and destroyed the other one still chasing the drop-ship. "You're clear, Marcus. Get on out of here" One said over the radio, he banked the fighter around and began rocketing away in the opposite direction the drop-ship was travelling.
The drop-ship was filled with a blinding light as the nuke detonated, which the drop-ship was easily fourteen miles away from. The nuclear fireball expanded inside the tunnel and it began to collapse, the ceiling coming down around the bunker entrance.
Mark grabbed a super-bomb from inside the drop-ship and tossed it up at the ceiling of the tunnel, it adhered and when they were a safe distance away the human detonated it, which caused the ceiling to collapse in that area as well.
The super-bomb, as it was called by human military forces, was designed as a non-nuclear ship cracker, with a varying set of payloads. The bomb could be set to detonate with the force of a grenade, or the force of a one-hundred megaton nuclear warhead, and the device was no bigger than a football.
It was a very versatile and clean weapon.
The drop-ship rocketed up a ventilation shaft, which was more than wide enough to accommodate the drop-ship. The vessel punched through the grating at the end of the shaft and soared high into the air. When they came around Calaway saw that they were inside the Great Crater, the ruins of the Griffon Command Pod still lying at the bottom.
The drop-ship soared out of the Great Crater and returned to the PSV Star Hunter, which had been kindly moved closer to the Crater by the emergency crew.
Marcus leaned back in his seat while the medics tended to Scootaloo and Applejack, patching up the former's wounds and checking over the latter.
When they were finished the two mares reported back to the bridge, Scootaloo standing next to Marcus as he sat in the command chair.
"Let's get back to Canterlot, shall we?" Mark asked rhetorically, the two mares nodded and the human prepared to get his ship moving.
Calaway smiled and leaned back, though the smile disappeared when he remembered that they didn't find Fluttershy's murderer.
"Shit, we didn't find Team Killer" the human declared and he reached over to inform Command when his communications system came to life, an image appeared on the main screen, it was the back of a large leather chair.
"Looking for me?" a voice growled, it was then when Marcus noticed the top of someone's head sticking up past the back of the chair.
"Who are you?" Calaway demanded, he already knew the answer.
"I go by many names, but right now I guess I'm Team Killer" the man replied, one of his hands came into view and he started picking at his fingers with his thumb.
"Show yourself!" Calaway shouted, earning a dark chuckle from the man.
"As you wish" Team Killer said, the chair he was in swiveled around, revealing Team Killer as he sat in the seat.
"No fucking way" Mark uttered, completely shocked by what he was seeing.
"Yes, Mr. Marcus, Team Killer is I…POLARIS!" the man exclaimed; as much as Marcus didn't want to believe it Dick Malone, now known as Polaris, is still alive.
"How? How the fuck are you still alive! You were on the Evil in the name of Good when it detonated!" Calaway exclaimed, earning a villainous laugh from Polaris.
"You dumbass, it took a few minutes for those ships to detonate, I got the fuck out of there before they did" Polaris explained.
"And now you're back, ten years later" Mark said, he found it odd that the evil bastard would wait this long to reveal himself.
"I needed you to believe I was dead, and plus I've been busy the past ten years. Lots of interesting things are going to happen soon, Mr. Marcus, just you wait"Polaris said with a wicked smile.
"Why did you kill Fluttershy?" Calaway asked, Dick chuckled.
"I was bored."
Polaris's answer made Mark's anger skyrocket and he slammed his hand against the control board.
"You MOTHERFUCKER! When I find you I WILL KILL YOU!" Calaway screamed, his voice bellowing.
"Temper, Mark. We'll meet in person soon enough, though I'm not quite sure why you're so eager to die" Polaris said, his overconfidence and arrogance was greater than villains as they were depicted in movies.
All he needs is some sunglasses, maybe a fucking trench coat* Calaway mused, he also thought about how Polaris addressed him by his usual name, Mark, instead of calling him Mr. Marcus.
"Anyway, I have to go, Mr. Marcus, I have work to do" Polaris stated, and with that he disappeared from the view screen.
"You fucking son of a bitch!" Calaway yelled, nearly striking the control board again. For a few minutes Mark stared out the viewport, mentally writhing in pure fury.
The human looked over and saw Scootaloo looking at him in a mixture of concern and fear; seeing her like that made Marcus's anger subside.
Calaway whipped around in his chair and stormed for the hatch that separated the bridge from the corridors beyond. "If you need me I'll be down in the exercise room" Mark called back, the hatch slid open and he stepped through, the hatch slamming shut behind him.
Polaris, Dick Malone, Team Killer, whatever the hell he liked to be called, had revealed himself, and this time Marcus promised himself that he would do whatever was necessary to prevent the villain from taking any more lives.
It was time to go to war against Polaris.
And this time, it was personal.
*This is a reference to something, I'll explain what I'm doing with the references in a moment.
Author's note: I know you guys were waiting for the next chapter of We are Many but I talked it over with my beta-reader, Michael Blackburn, and he decided that I should do the sequel to He came from Space, and so that's what I'm doing. After this story is over Blackburn will most likely have played the game that was being crossed over in We are Many so I'll work on that story then. For now just enjoy the epic tale that is He came from Hell.
So as you saw this story will include references to things like games, movies, and other pop culture. Unlike other stories when I tell you what the references are in an Author's Note I want YOU to tell ME what you think the references are in a review. The first person to get it right will not only receive a special shoutout from me but I will also read and review one entire story written by that person(if applicable.) Enjoy, and happy hunting!
Legal shit that I fucking hate writing: Marcus(Mark) James Calaway, Polaris, and all related characters belong to me. Applejack, Scootaloo, and all related characters belong to Hasbro. My Little Pony belongs to Hasbro.
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