Chapter 1
The Great Escape
The tiny room was dark, to a point where it was pitch black for eyes to see, but a single prisoner quietly breathed with gentle breathes. The girl, a young adult, was suspended off the floor with her arms, legs, hips and chest clamped shut with reinforced fibreglass and her hands and feet were encased with large, plastic containers to keep her from moving. Her body was thinning from lack of exercise, making her lanky then she used to be, and was covered in thin, black, one-piece suite with blue stripes but left her arms, shoulders and neck open. Her short, grey, silvery hair hung low, covering parts of her pale face and her bright, emerald green eyes. A mix liquid protein and vitamin bag hung to her left, supplying her body of what it needs through a glass needle in her arm, though it didn't satisfy her empty stomach in the least, and another needle was in her other arm, the tube leading out through a wall into another room in front of her.
She could hear silent whispers and murmurs of people talking behind the heavy, concrete and fibreglass gate, and that meant testing was undergoing soon to check on her current condition and that meant they'll put her to sleep.
She despised them, all of them. She didn't care if they were males, females, scientists, military, security or simple office workers. They all held responsible for manipulating her in some way or another, and she made sure to show them her… 'appreciation' for their efforts in her three escape attempts. She was sure she caused thousands of dollars of destruction of property, putting at least a hundred or so employees six feet under soil and released a dozen or so fellow prisoners in each of her attempts. After her last escape, they finally stopped reasoning with her and just put her away in 'storage'. No bed, no fresh air or sun, not even a light to brighten up the room, and worst of all, no bathroom breaks. Once a day, a plastic pipe would… slowly shove its way in, expand and dispose of her waist with a suction in the most embarrassing and humiliating way possible with a plastic cup to do her own business peacefully, although it doesn't make it any less degrading, and the pipe always left a sore spot in her rump as well. Sometimes she'll curse for not co-operating, but that always get washed away for what they did to her.
She wanted freedom, but to get that freedom she needs to destroy and halt this facility permanently. But after thinking through on how to finish her job, she doubted the Government will acknowledge her, even with physical evidence and people to back her up. The facility already labelled her as Class A Subject; to the Government and most likely the public eye, she's very dangerous. In some degree, she feels flattered they gave her that title. Very few Subjects get the title, and she knows only one other person who does, and she's hopeful she's doing okay without her.
She always wondered if she'll be about to get out of this bird cage and be free once more before she was taken away, used and lied to for nearly all her life. But thanks to the very people whom locked her up in her cell, she also learned to fend for herself in the outside world, fight and most of all, learned about the world beyond her cage. She knew where to hide, where things were to find and buy food and drinks, and where to find a place to sleep. Being with the Special Task Force had its benefits, but back then again, she was never allowed to interact with others, and at the time she wasn't even interested talking to other people outside her squad and command. All she knew what to do was to do her job; taking back and recapturing other people like her, or kill them if ordered.
She was a puppet back then, but a fellow kind cut her strings to let her see what was happening around her. After a good half hour, she came back out with the same girl lying motionless on the floor of the warehouse, her throat sliced with a large gash. She told her command she became too dangerous to handle and did her job, and told them she'll burn the building into ashes, at least that's what they thought. She knew the lanky girl was still alive and free, she just dosen't know where she is at the moment. She owed her life to that girl for letting her free and see.
She knows she'll get out someday in the near future, she can feel it, and sense her gut feelings were never wrong, she has a feeling today was going to be a little interesting.
She glanced up with her eyes, noticing movement, only to see some type of liquid slowly going through the clear tube and entered her arm with a cooling sensation. She knew how much time she had before sleep took over, and each time this happened she did her best to keep herself awake.
After fighting back the drossiness that took hold of her for a minute, she yawned widely and hung her head with weighing eyes. She improved each time, but will always lose to the chemicals that played with her mind, but that didn't stop her from trying.
But suddenly, a familiar, faint pull drew her back on the edge of consciousness, sensing its movement going towards the opening gate as rays of artificial light cutting through the darkness like a hot knife through warm butter. A good bar of metal was within her reach, more specifically, a bar of Led. But the chemicals in her system stopped her from doing anything further other than letting her move her eyes. If she wanted to do anything, she needed a wakeup call.
As she slowly and sleepily looked up at the two lab coated people with masks coming in, she could see one of the guards being shot in the head with blurred, echoing gun shot as he fell on the floor in slow motion. Another guard came into view, but what she noticed about this particular guard was his magenta, glowing eyes as he pointed his assault rifle at the two scientists and shot them dead. She knew the gun and its ammunition wasn't made of metal sense she didn't feel the pull, but in one of his pockets did.
He quickly got in within her blurring sight, took something out from one of his breast pocket with a shine, and before she knew it, he jabbed the pen like item into her neck with a tiny sting. Just like that, her whole world became clear as cold liquid flooded her system coming from her neck.
Now fully awake, she took a quick look around of her surroundings; the alarm was roaring, two scientists dead on the floor and another guard dead at the door. The one in front of her unlocked her feet, releasing them from their imprisonment after ten strait months. He then quickly took out the needles from her arms, patted in a bandage to stop the minor bleeding and released her left arm. Her padded feet touch the cold floor, but yelped and winced as pain struck her legs, especially each of her foot. The guard quickly unlocked her right arm, releasing her as she fell onto the floor, panting as the aching pain slowly subsided from her legs. She knew she was weak, but didn't understand how much so.
"Can you walk?" he finally spoke up to her from the door way, peeking out with his gun raised, ready to fire.
She panted and with determination, as well as still feeling the rush, she plants her feet on the floor with slight discomfort but nothing more and slowly got herself up with a grunt. She stood herself up straighter and flexed some part of her weakened muscles to get them working once more. She balance on one foot at a time to check her balance and nodded at the guard with a frown. He might have been helping her, but she didn't know anything him or what his intentions were.
"Good." he took out the led bar from his pocket on his thigh and tossed it over to her.
Before it hit her chest, it stopped completely in mid air and slowly levitated up to her face. She inspected it closed and with a smirk, the block of light metal started warming and suddenly split into four blobs of dark, red hot metal and reshaped themselves into small, steaming darts.
"Hurry. Mistress awaits." he said and waved her over while still aiming the gun down the empty hall.
She stumbled a little with her first few steps, trying to let her body get used to walking once more, and when she reached him, he started going down the hall keeping his sights at the slightly ajar double door. She followed close behind; keeping him up front just in case glass bullets flew through the air.
Then without warning, two cans of flash bang grenades flew through the air and clattered on the floor from the door. The guard in front of her quickly looked away, but feeling a familiar pull, she raised her hand and levitated the two canisters and threw them back out the same door.
"What the?" she heard before the grenade blew with a loud bang and a blinding flash. Few soldiers stumble through the double door, and the guard in front of her starts shooting them as the soldiers wander about aimlessly while either covering their eyes or ears.
They both quickly walk over the motionless bodies; they went down the long, empty corridor in a brisk pace. As they went, she could hear muffled explosions and gunfire through the thick, concrete walls, and even a few helicopters flying over head. Something was going around the base, she knew that much but it's the 'what' and the 'why' that's bothering her. The guard in front of her wore the black Special Force uniform, and wondered if he was a spy, or something along those lines. She wanted answers if they manage to escape.
They went through another set of doors to find themselves in a checkpoint with a few dead bodies laying around with pools of blood; a small room of the Containment Wing of the facility with metal detectors and other expansive looking equipment that leads to her own containment. A set of doors were right in front of her, she and him were about to go towards them but stopped as they heard incoming heavy marching down the hall. When they came into view through the small window, she pointed three of her darts through the glass to get rid most of the incoming soldiers, but her guard patted her on the chest with a shake of his head. When a dozen or so soldiers surrounded them they quickly saluted at them at attention, confusing her.
"Charges are in place, illuminated the defences; snipers and other gunmen, and released all Subjects and are escaping into the nearby forests or eliminating the enemy, sir!" one yelled.
"And the reactors?" her guards spoke.
"Captured and charges are placed as requested by Mistress, sir!"
"How about our Mistress' friends' chains?" that perked her up instantly.
One soldier to her right heaved in a feminine tone and tossed a backpack on the floor to her, and instantly she felt the pull of heavy, familiar metal.
"Retrieved." she replied with a huff, relieved from finally dropping off the package.
The girls' smile slowly grew at what was in front of her and raised her hand towards the bag with her palm up; calling it to come to her. Gradually, the bag started to steam, and before long it combusted into flames as a long length of dark chain slithered out with metal daggers at each end. It rose up and started coiling around her whole arm, wrapped around her back and chest, and onto the other arm, warming her cool body with its red hot chains. She gripped the daggers with the chains covering her arms, the knifes' edge pointing back. Now she felt complete with her Chain Dart back in her grasp.
"Hurry. Enemy backup are arriving soon." one of them said once more.
Her guard replaced his magazine with another, "Mistress awaits." he said and all nodded in unison before going down the hall in front of her with the group surrounding her in a casual jog.
She still felt the aching in her legs, but was washed away by the thought of going back in the fight.
She needed to vent, badly.
Her guard taking lead, they went down a curving hall with windows going along to her right, the view of the tempret forest slowly coming to life as the sun slowly rise in the horizon for the coming morning. But below, she could see a courtyard going on an all out war with their similar uniformed brethren and Subjects, littering the air with hot bullets and thunderous gunshots. As a helicopter flew overhead with armed passengers and started shooting at her rescuers, she threw her arm up with spread fingers and quickly turned her hand into a fist, crushing the engine of the flying machine and crashed down on enemy grounds.
A mischievous smile spread across her face.
Her guard kicks open a double door to a vehicle bay, "Drop 'em and place the charges!" he yelled and started shooting his gun at the surprised enemy.
When her guards dispersed to deal with the enemy, she quickly ran up towards an occupied vehicle and shot two darts at the two soldiers trying to get in the armored Jeep, another one right in the center of the head of one mounting turret at the back of the vehicle and the last she grabbed her own, sprinted to the last just as he aimed his rifle, slides between his legs and jabbed the dart into his groin. He yells in pain and fell onto his knees but was quickly silenced as she reached back and twisted his neck with one arm.
She felt the end of a metal barrel being pressed at the back of her head, "Get down! No-" and before he could finish, the metal gun suddenly turn red hot and the ammunition explodes, burning his hands and shoulder. She twists around and slit his neck with her dagger just as he was going to yell in pain. The blood spurts out of his neck as he fell to his knees, coating part of her face and body with red stains, gripping his open neck to try and stop the bleeding, garbling out incoherent words as thick blood oozed out of his mouth. Her smile grew to a small grin, pressed her finger on his forehead and pushed him down on the ground as he continued struggling, trying to save his own life.
She licked her lips as she turned around, tasting a bit of blood before moving on to find other targets within the hanger.
She sees a small group trying to fight back to get to the explosives across the other side of the building, and decides to help out her rescuers. But as she started walking to assist, an armored jeep slides into view from the opening gates with a turret, the end of the large gun points directly at her and fires a barrage of metal slogs.
Countless rounds of heavy bullets either bounced off of her invisible shield or been redirect to the area around her, each blow equaling to a single shot of a sniper rifle. Even with a big gun firing at her, she was calm, confident even. She knew turrets' fire rate was slower than an actual Mini Gun, and she was thankful for that, but the turret was still a problem that needed to be doubt with.
She looked around her surrounding as bullets continued to carpet her field. When she sees other jeeps mounted with turrets, she hatches a simple plan. She preferred getting the job done up close and personal with her enemy, but she also wanted to get this done quickly so she could get out of this place. She knew her limits, and sense her muscles started to burn and ache from the simple, quick activity, she needed somewhere to rest and gain back her strength.
So with a flick of a wrist, she turns three turrets to their target and started shooting, peppering the enemy vehicle with hot rounds, as well as shredding it occupants like a violent Piranha attack as they wailed and screamed in pain. Before long, the peppered jeeps' engine explodes into chunks of metal pieces. With that done, she points her turrets at the rest of her targets with the hanger and shredded them like the rest before them.
She pitied them in a way. She knew she was killing living beings; people with lives, friends and even families, maybe having kids of their own. They were following orders like they should, she admired them for that, but if she wants out, she have to mow them down first.
With the walls and ground painted with the enemies' blood, she turns off the turrets, their barrels steaming like the nostrils of an angry dragon.
After a moment of waiting, all of her guards run up to her, with the leader going straight up to her.
"Thank, you. Now let's get ready. Mistress is coming." he said before reloading his gun, the rest following after.
"Who's this, Mistress?" she finally asked with a raspy voice.
An unarmed jeep slides to a stop behind her, throwing up dust from the ground. Her rescuers quickly stood at attention, causing her to raise a brow in confusion and interest.
"Hey, Silvia!" an upbeat, feminine voice spoke out with a thump of feet hitting the ground.
Her eyes widen with surprise, and slowly turned to the owner of the voice. There stood, a tall, lanky girl with long, black hair with a happy smile on her face. She was covered with simple clothing and a pair of tennis shoes at her feet.
Silvia wipes away the drying blood stain from her cheeks and slowly started walking towards the girls, awestruck.
"Marry?" she murmured as she was just a few feet away from the girl.
Marry grins, took quick few steps and hugged her weak friend, "It's so good to see you again." she whispered and pulled back, held onto her shoulders, but her clothes now stain with blood from her. "Let's get going before more arrive." she releases her and beckoned for her as she started climbing back on the vehicle. Silvia shakes her head and gets back to reality. She quickly climbed on the back with the leader and other two soldiers. "Good. Everyone, get out of the blast range immediately. Mission is a success." she said to her ear piece before the driver shifted gears and sped up to the entrance gate of the facility and out towards freedom.
She saw the majority of her comrades had followed after them either on foot, in a ground vehicle or a helicopter. They had their own, little army at their command, and she was impressed her friend had managed to accomplish such a feat on her own.
But as they drove away, she slowly started getting drossy once more, the chemicals still active, and the serum she was injected with by the soldier gradually fading away. The rising sun wasn't helping warming her body to a comfortable temperature, and the wind passing her to get her cozy. She leaned against the vehicles' metal covering and just watched the forest go by as they climbed higher on the hill. She could smell the morning dew, fresh dirt and the forest itself. Her smile grew to a small grin and closed her eyes, now finally feeling at peace.
Just as she was about to drift off to sleep and dream of the new adventures she and Marry will carry out, the jeep suddenly stops with the tires dragging on the dirt road. She felt someone prodding her cheek as she tried to ignore that they did stop. She opened her eyes to see Marry handing her a small remote charge with a smile.
"Care to do the honors?"
She carefully took the small device and inspected it for a short moment, before looking at the partially destroyed facility. She smiled mischievously, flipped open the small, glass covering and pressed the button.
After waiting for a few, anticipating seconds, the whole compound explodes in a chain reaction of fire and smoke, but as the reactors were reached, a small nuke blows in a mushroom cloud, a deafening sound and a push going past the small group.
The explosion woke her up a little more, and quickly laughed and cheered with her friend. She could hear other people cheering in the distance, but ignored them as both her and Marry danced around with one another, holding hands as the fireworks went on.
But that's when three jets swoop over head and launched a barrage of rockets around the surrounding area; turning up dirt into potholes, setting plant matter on fire and splintering trees to the ground. The three jets circle back and slowed to a near stop as they started to hover in place with rapid fire guns peppering the ground with slugs of led.
"Mistress! Hurry before they spot us!" the Captain yelled. With that, both young women quickly get back on the jeep as the soldier turned on the Radio, "Shoot 'em down!" he said before speeding down a road.
Silvia looked back as she heard a loud explosion to see one of the jets' turbine engines burning, spinning off towards them while it tried to regain control.
She raises her hand to block it away, but fell forward with a yelp as they jumped on a small bridge, leaving enough time for the jet to crash down just an inch from the jeep, collapsing the bridge down into the rather large chasm with a roaring river at the very bottom.
Everything around her slowed as they started falling down. She could see a shard of metal impaling the back of the Captains' head, chunks of metal and ruble flying by, fire expanding from the exploding jet and Marry falling out of her seat with wide, confused and terrified eyes. As everything started to speed up once more, she reached out and shot out her chain to grab onto her falling companion to try and save her.
Princess Celestia, co-ruler of Equestria, the Goddess of the Sun, was rather bored, but dared not to show it in front of her complaining nobles of her Capital, Canterlot, in her court.
Once again, her nephew, Prince Blue Blood, wanted the particular resident humans of the Everfree to be banished out of Equestria because they posed a danger to their nation just because Noble was a little more special than the younger one. The same thing was said about the Griffins, Minotaurs and Zebras in the past, and now the new resident humans were the new danger. Sure, she considered Noble to be a danger as well, but he hadn't hurt any of her little ponies. Me might have hurt their feelings and burned down his own home to fake his death in one occasion, maybe, but nothing more and he is a good friend of hers. From what he told her, her ponies gave him more of a hard time just because one of her Ex-Chief Scientists managed to convince and alienate the little town of Ponyville he was as dangerous as the God of Chaos himself, just so she could get Noble into custody and examine 'the new specimen' in her lab.
Why her little Twilight admired that crazy mare was lost to her, mostly likely because she wrote a few books on physics and such in the past.
She fought hard not to sigh in relief and drop her fake smile when her nephew finally finished speaking.
"Thank you, Prince Blue Blood, but you must remember Mr. Crystahs' home was built and given to him by the crown, and was not a part of Ponyvilles' housing. He could do whatever he wanted with the home, and when he burned it down it was his own loss, he knew it and said it himself. He did no sort of mischief or terrorized any of the towns' residents. He was being ridiculed for doing things he had not done, so sentencing him to a life of banishment will be not fair." she pointed out.
"But what of the-" he tried to continue but with a raise of her hand stopped him while a frown formed on Celestias' brow.
"Are you expecting me to banish his younger kin by her own for trying to survive?" she could see her nephew debating in his little mind, "She is no more than ten years of age, Prince Blue Blood. Stealing a few, minor things such as apples and a piece of torn blanket can be looked over." She leans in a little, still wearing her frown, "Why are you so determined to dispose of our two residents, nephew?" he flinches a little, "They don't even live within the town or bother any of my little ponies." she leans back on her ornate chair, "Just because Noble insulted you is not a good reason to put him into a cage, let alone banish him. The only reason why he even insulted you is because you started yelling at him because he was within the castle grounds. You never bother to listen to any of my messengers on whom will stay as our guest, or listen to me at all most of the time. Your job is to be the good Prince I made out you to be and watch over our nation in peace and harmony, and not try to get every pony into jail whom looks at you funny."
She grabs onto her War Hammer from her side with a long staff and hit the butt of her daunting weapon on the floor once with a resounding 'Booom'. She needed to go get her friend from the Canterlot Train Station in just half an hour, so this court needed to end so she won't be late for his arrival.
"I hereby pronounce court to be at a clo-" before she finished, a hole rips open in the middle of the room, quickly followed by a gust of wind and a rather loud explosion, causing everyone in the room to duck and cover. As quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
Celestia looked around the room; papers scattered around from the sudden gust of wind and cooled to a considerable level. Light groaning echoed below, just out of her sight. She leans over her desk and her eyes widen at the sight of two, young women lying on the floor; the lanky girl resting on top of the other with the chains wrapping around her arms. It was obvious they both were human like her friend Noble, but she suspected the girl with chains, silvery hair and weird clothing to be different like Noble as well.
Her Royal Guards quickly step in and pointed their spears at the two, while both girls groggily got onto their hands and knees while coughing. The Silver haired girl looked rather worse than the other once she got a closer look at her; with her slightly thin limbs and the way she shook a little worried the Princess, but once the weak looking girl looked up at her guards, she felt a cold shiver going down her spine on how 'cold' she looked. It was a look of a wild animal being cornered.
She quickly got up to her feet, the chains coiled around her arms quickly turned red with steam rising. Celestia expected to smell burning flesh, but what came reminded her of the Royal Forge burning and smelting metal.
Before anyone knew what was going on, the spearheads of the Guards' staff breaks off from the handlers with burn marks and shot out towards their users heads in lightening speed. Nine out of ten of them dropped dead on the floor with twitching bodies as blood squirts out of their skulls, while a bit of sizzling echoed from the bodies as the spearheads burned the flesh and fur. The only guard that survived was on her flank covering her bleeding cheek while trying to back away from the girl.
Celestia covered up her mouth at the scene, but just like that, the girls' chains slides off her arms and onto the floor as the girl dropped down onto her knees as some type of metal fragment was jutting out from her right, back shoulder, blood running down her back and arms and started to slowly pool. The lanky girl quickly goes up frantically and held up her companion in her arms
"Sil… Silvia don't you dare." she looks around the room nervously as screams started to fill the room from the terrified noble mares. She shakes her companion to try and keep her awake, "Silvia, d-don't you dare leave me alone." She looked at the metal imbedded in her shoulder with a wince. She carefully grabbed onto it, "S-sorry." she said before pulling out the piece of metal from her friend with a quick yank, making the girl yelp in pain, but the girl threw the metal aside with small splatters of blood staining the floor. She covers up the wound to try and stop the bleeding, but to no avail. She curses under her breath as the ponies start running out the room, "Silvia… Silvia, I have no choice." she whispered before red, glowing ribbons started coming the black haired girls' hand, wrapping around the others' open wound, and before long the gash sealed itself with a red glow. After it was done, the ribbons return back into her hand and the body of her friend went limp in her grasp. The Princes could hear the girls' steady breathing, making her believe she fell asleep.
Celestias' trance was broken when more of her guards poured into the empty room and pointed their spears to both girls. The lanky one pulling her companion close and looked at every one of them with fear, and finally she looked up at Celestia and seemingly shrank from the tall Alicorn like a frightened child.
The train leading to Canterlot chugs on through the mountain range as noon slowly gets closer.
Alone in one of the carts' cabins, sat the second human of Equestria, Noble Cristah. He sat with a crossed leg, reading a small book he was given to by his friend, Fluttershy. He was thankful she gave him the book and offered to look after his new 'sister', he didn't know what he would've done without the kind mare. He looks to his side to see a bakers' dozen of blue berry muffins he was given by his second friend of Ponyville, Pinkie Pie. He adjusted his glasses a little further up his nose, and looked towards the looming city of the capital.
He knew something was happening at the castle that actually needed his attention. He was a little excited if he was honest with himself. He needed to get out of his cottage home, at least visit both Princess for supporting him and once he gets back he'll give something to Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie for being there when he needed someone. The other four? They can do whatever they want; he didn't want anything to do with them after they sided with that crazy-ass mare and continued giving him second glances after the whole mess was sorted out.
Alienation is something he did not like in the past, but now, he despises it with all his might and rage. He was sure that crazy mare could make the whole town cultist village if she wanted to, but thanks to Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie and Spike for helping him with the investigation, that crazy-ass mare was locked away.
But right now, he needed to find what needed his attention so much in the capital, hopefully Celestia or Luna found what caught his interest.
Authors' Note: And that's the chapter 1.
Move on over to chapter 2 for more entertainment and I have news to tell you all at the very end.
