Part 4
Voices

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I slowly made my way out of my room, I walked into to main room. I was blank at first, Mum was sitting in Dad's armchair, with her wedding picture in her hands. That's odd...

I moved closer, she was asleep, the picture frame was wet and below her eyes were slight bags and streaks of dry tears. I didn't comprehend what I had walked into... I couldn't... I wouldn't... She looked like she cried herself to sleep. Why... Why did she cry herself to sleep?

I felt a pain in my chest that Francis couldn't dream on inflicting on me. The pain got worse as I neared mum, my legs and arms stiffened up, yet I continued. My breaths got raspy until I couldn't breath any more, my eyes heated up, I felt water pool in the front of my eyes. I neared her further, then I stopped. I looked around and saw the rooms, kitchen, bathroom, living room, dining room, but something was off about the rooms... They were empty.

It was empty... The house... Is... Empty...

I felt like I got brutally eviscerated as realization struck painfully in my heart, it felt like someone threw a white-hot titanium dagger right through it. I felt it slowly penetrate me, the aching pain just got worse. My upper body then got ridiculously heavy.

I fell straight to the floor.

Echos of past memories flooded my ears, assaulting me with what dad had said.

"Nice one Steven! That fish is bigger than my assault rifle~"
"Let's try the one with the label with the warnings on it~"
"We'll call it Daven, we're the same team remember~"

I clenched my hands to my ears, I had to stop it. It hurt, but not as much as this.

"I don't know when Episode 3 is coming out son~"
"C'mon Steve! Your bike is waiting for you~"
"Let's go Steven, School doesn't wait~"

I let out an audible cry as the pain got worse, I clenched my eyes shut, so tight that I started to lose connection with them, yet the echos kept penetrating through.

"Ah Steven! You beat my high score!~"
"Good work Steven! I'm impressed~"

Black holes expanded themselves across the insides of my eyelids, my figures clenched as my hands pushed harder against my head.

"Steven~"
"Steve~!"

I couldn't take it anymore, I started to cry.

"Son~"

My senses faded out until I was standing in my dream, behind myself, I didn't hear anything, not even my own breathing...

Until my father's voice echoed through my head...

"I want you to hold on to these, if you still have them by the time I get back, I'll let you play Gilda. I promise…"

"...I promise..."

I was washed back into my body, still on the floor.

He promised, he promised, he promised. Why did he promise?

My forehead started to hurt as I pushed it into the floor, hard. My hands felt limp as I used them to cover my head. My body shook violently with every pained sob I gave out.

Why?! DAD! I repeated over and over in my mind, I could not believe that he was gone. My mind was arguing with itself:

He is gone... forever...

My father, is not here for me, what am I going to do?

He is gone... There is nothing I can do.

Whoever did this... Whoever did this will be sorry...

Whoever did this will pay...

I will find this no good MOTHERFUCKER AND MAKE HIM PAY FOR WHAT HE HAS DONE!

I felt a pressure on my back, a soft pressure. It felt like a hand.

I looked up, and saw mum.

She is still here for me.

He promised, because he didn't know.

I came to that conclusion, He didn't know, he couldn't know, things like this happen. I looked up to mum, she smiled at me. It wasn't a smile with a sick happiness gained from my emotional torment, one I have seen plastered on Francis' face while he barrages me with emotionally lacerating vocal punishment, and physically lacerating punishment, it was one only a mother could give her child, "Everything will be okay." It said. She pulled me up and squeezed me into a hug, I returned it. My mother is there for me, and that's what matters.

Everything will be okay.

Everything will be okay...

He is connected... They are all connected.

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"...ee schee 'oingtoo beeh 'llright?"

"Ahh donnoh..."

"...Ahmmorr orreed ahbowt rayinboe... houeeschee gohnnah hndll ffis..."

"...ERBAK!"

"...WERINNEAR!"

Your friends aren't waiting for you...
...creak...

...Thud, thud, thud...

"...ays... Wt haaennd?..."

Your friends are not worried for you...

"...ad aphit, atheenk..."

"...ope schee gts ahp tsoon..."

They have deserted you...
"Shut up, shut up, shut up..."

"...ow lung aschee biin owt?"

"...bowt anowah..."

They don't love you anymore...
"Please stop... Please..."

"...emmy trai somming, ahterschai! aik ahp!..."

"...inkee... aat woownt ehlp..."

They hate you, you weak...
"s-stop..."

"...ook! schees mooving...!"

Pathetic...
"Stop!"

"ahttershai, kan yew 'earmmee?"

Excuse for a Pegasus...
"stop it, Stop it, Stop IT, SHUT UP!"

"Fluttershy?"

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Ever since the new Australian Science Division had uncovered the secrets of this device they called the 'Drimen', warfare had been on the uprising. New technology arose from the Drimen, some good, most bad. Good technology includes sterilizers, Plasma shields, a preservative that doesn't affect the food, a reliable and everlasting source of energy, energy cloaks and Magnetic Repulsers... But that was only the top of the list, let's go all the way to the bottom... where all the bad stuff is. Harnessing the Drimen persuaded the rise of the Drimenium, a secret division of Special Ops armed with new weapons like Plasma Rifles, Rail guns, shock grenades, Plasma Cannons, Light Beam Sniper Rifles, and Laser Pistols... But that was only the start of it. When the ASD discovered the Drimen they enlisted the help of foreign scientists. Of course, these foreign scientists decided that the ASD could have the Drimen while they find and discover the polar opposite of the Drimen. No one knows what it's called, but it is immensely powerful. They decided to split it between themselves, well... That was how Japan got incinerated. I'm not sure what happened exactly, but security cameras say that they got it apart, but when they tried to take them away from it's other part? The pieces rushed together, the impact created an explosion fifty times greater then Chernobyl, and only the person closest to the explosion survived, but he was infused with the entity. No one know how he did it, but he survived. He then influenced the rise of the Rilahren.

Go outside, look up, what do you see? The sky? Never heard of it. It's always blue because blue is the color of the Plasma Shield keeping us safe. Safe from what? Safe from Atomic Nukes, safe from Ril-Bombs, safe from Rilahren Jets. Where would a Fifteen Year-old boy get his Intel from? Why... His father of course... But that's another thing that the Drimen happily supplied to the government, the FFS or the Fast Funeral Service. I like to call it the, 'We Don't Care About Your Loved One, So Now That He Is Dead, Have A Funeral!' but WDCAYLOSNTHIDHAF is hard to get you tongue around. What is pretty much means is that every single soldier that surpasses a certain rank gets these 'magical pixie tags' that measures your life-force and registers you as dead as soon as your brain stops functioning. You get noticed as dead then the army will tell the family ASAP, have a small funeral, lase a name into a giant marble pillar, bing bang boop back to fighting.

I sighed, I am on my way to dad's funeral. I think it's horribly cruel what they are doing to families of fallen soldiers. They're too focused on fighting to correctly honor the fallen, it's all far to quick these days.

"It'll be okay." Mum said as she was driving, "We are a ways out." I drifted a glance towards the car's clock, '10:45am' it said. "Get some rest." She continued.

"...Sounds like... an excellent Idea..." I said leaned on the door and shut my dry eyes.

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"Hmm, My human form is looking excellent, as per usual." A human man with medium length jet black hair said as he looked himself over in a mirror. He saw a 6-foot-7 handsome man with stunning blue eyes looking back at him. He wore a black hooded cloak with a dark blue shirt and long denim pants underneath.

"Indeed si- brother." Celestia said as she stifled a snicker.

"Quiet you!" The man retorted as he faced the white horse, "I have to see to it that BlueBlood is changed as well."

"BlueBlood, huh, I can see why." The monarch of the sun grinned then frowned, "I must attend your court now."

"Do tell me how it goes," The man joked as he left the room with the princess. The two divided, the man headed towards the royal chambers, as Celestia headed toward the throne room. The man put up his hood and secured the cloak with his left hand to protect his exposed skin from the cold night air. He magicked an illuminating dark purple flame in his free hand and held it out in front of him as he walked.

Luna's Night Watch patrolled the castle grounds at night. The Night Watch deviated from the Royal Guard in many ways. In order for one to be initiated into the Night Watch, one must accept the responsibilities of the night. Where a Royal Guard has a regal appearance, with their fur dyed white and clad in golden armor, a Night Watch will have an dark appearance. A Night Watch will be different during the day as they are in the night, when the moon comes out, those in the Watch will have their fur change to a dark grey, their eyes will change from a normal eye to a glowing yellow reptile like eye, and their ears will be extended by a bit and frayed at the top, while their armor is much like the Royal Guard's armor but is a greyish purple enchanted steel, the headgear covers their mane in favor of a bat-wing like mane that sticks on the top of the headpiece, the chest plate takes the shape of a dark purple flame on it's side, and the sigil at the front is like that of a purple reptile eye. Just as any race can join the Royal Guard, any race can join the Night Watch, and every race will have different physical changes to suit their form, an earth pony with gain the strength of three ponies and gain the size of one and a half, a unicorn's horn will sharpen and elongate to allow the dark magic to flow easier throughout them and a pegasus' wings will become dark purple and will be like that of a dragon's wings. A Royal Guard has a quite loud and commanding voice, whereas the Watch has a quiet menacing whisper that pierces the intended target's mind. A unicorn guard noticed the light and swept towards it.

"Make your presence and business known, intruder." The unicorn guard's whisper invaded the man's mind, the man dipped his head a bit.

Stand down, Guard. He spoke to the guard with out moving his mouth, For I am the night in disguise.

The guard notably eased up at this and spoke normally, "My apologies, Princess, I did not recognize you."

"Apology accepted," The man said through his mouth, "Please, while you are here, fetch Prince BlueBlood, and have him sent to my bedchambers, it's time to collect the package."

"At once Princess Luna."

"Draco." The man corrected

"Excuse me?"

"In this form I am Prince Draco." Draco restated.

"Of course, Prince Draco. Expect your nephew in ten minutes." The guard bowed, slightly.

"Dismissed." Draco finalized, the guard then promptly turned into a cloud of dark smoke and left the prince to his walk.

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"Prince BlueBlood?" The guard knocked on the door to the Prince's room. The guard heard a grunt followed by a tired remark.

"Kiien estah ayii?" The guard heard back, but dismissed it as tired ramblings.

"Prince BlueBlood, rise and make yourself look presentable, you are needed in Princess Luna's chambers."

"Keh? Por keh?" The tired prince responded.

"I'm sorry?" The guard responded to the prince's ramblings.

"Oh, umm... Why does she want me there?"

"He wouldn't say."

"Right..." BlueBlood mumbled back, far to tired to realize the Guard's mistake, "I'll be out in, ah... sinko- ahd... five minutes."

The guard waited patiently for the prince to exit his room. Sure enough, five minutes later and the prince was at the door, he only had time to get his bed mane under control, and had hastily thrown on a bed gown. "General Lance, relay the princess' instructions."

"He said for you to meet him in his chambers, he said it's time to 'collect the package'." Lance repeated the Prince's instruction.

"Oh, right." The young prince knew what the guard meant by that, "I have to get something, wait here." BlueBlood rushed back inside where many crashing sounds and hurried hooves could be heard.

"Miiehrda!" The prince swore in his language. "Por keh ahorah? Ahorah miz-moh! Dondeh estah- Ah, akii estah."

"Right" BlueBlood said carrying out a floppy package wrapped in plastic in his magic, "Apologize to my maid when you get the chance Lance, if this is what I think it is then I'll be gone for a while."

"Understood your highness, you know your way to the chambers from here?"

"Yes, that would be all General. Return to your post."

"At once." The general turned around and vanished into smoke as the prince made his way to the royal bed chambers, he looked at the package, "I hope this fits."

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Please accept these 2500+ words as an offering of my apology.

Quillo out...

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