Chapter thirty five

Nurse Sterile refills a stock of insulin in the cabinet near her single patient as Flash lays there in the bed looking through a rather bland magazine that was found in the room, and probably most other medical rooms in Equestria. Normally he would be reading a good book, putting his body through its paces with some workouts, or at least filing down his sword at this point to an even sharper edge. Though that effort was thwarted when it was taken from him by Twilight in an effort to prevent him from harming the nurse.

‘Well…no I wouldn’t have gone that far,’ he thinks at first, before rethinking his own mind set and going back to what it was, ‘okay I might have, but it would have only been a scratch… though Twilight would have probably had my head for that one,’ he reminds himself before going back to the paper back in his hoof.

Sterile in the meantime tries to keep herself busy for the moment, considering that Flash has had a new bandage put on both his wing and ribs to give both of them a fresh start at the healing process. The young pretty nurse has nothing really to do other than twiddle her hooves… unless. ‘No, no I can’t pry in to that subject…’ she scorns herself at first, though eventually curiosity gets to her more than anything, “Umm… Mister Sentry?” she whispers, hoping that he doesn’t hear so she can quell her mind that at least she tried.

Though she severely underestimates the guard’s senses.

“Yes ma’am?” Flash asks.

‘Damn…’ she kicks herself again while filling one last vial, “I know this is probably a touchy subject, but do you mind if I ask how you and Princess Twilight… well, err,” she awkwardly tries to get out.

Flash himself just lets loose a small laugh at the moment, seeing the nurse stumble over her own words. It must be hard to ask how a princess and a guard got together in the first place, especially when you are in charge of treating her Coltfriend at the current time.

“I’m comfortable with the subject, and you already said you would keep it on the down low. As for how we did…” Sentry looks back to all the subtle moments that he and Twilight shared with one another. From when she first ran in to him as she entered the Crystal castle the day before her first summit. Skipping over the part of her going in to another world where she met him in a school. On wards to the many occasions where she had to go to the Crystal Empire and he was set up to assist her in the studies assigned to her, or the time that the royal family managed to get together and he was put on security detail, and their few conversations with one another. “…Over time after the first meeting we just didn’t act on it, until recently when I was stationed here as her personal guard in Pony Ville.”

“Well now I must say, it seems like fate that you managed to get here to be around her all the time,” the mare responds, not knowing the inner planning that went with Princess Cadance.

“Yea… Fate seems to be playing a major part in this whole thing,” he snickers to himself when he looks down to his side, remembering the times where others have played a part in he and Twilight getting closer to one another.

The nurse can’t help smile at the expression that is plastered on the young guards’ face, one filled with sheer joy and happiness of a colt who is actually in love with another mare. A heartwarming thing to see when you can still remember your complete wreck of past relationships. The mare has never really had that much luck in the department of trying to find a suitable Coltfriend.

Now only remembering when she even had the thought of trying to hook up with Flash after he got out of the hospital, ‘Yea that was a smart move, Sterile…’ she mentally face hooves herself.

Their moment of peace is broken when a pony rushes through the door. The new arrival plants her back against the door as the mares face shows a fear stricken expression like that worn by a pony that just saw death itself. The blood flows out of her skin and in around her heart as the two in the room try and figure out what exactly is going on at this time.

“Excuse me, miss” Sterile tries to get her attention, “What is the meaning of-”

“Shhh!” she screeches with a single hoof over her mouth as she cuts off the nurse, urging her to shut her mouth.

Before either one of them can question her though, the new mare in the room feels a burning sensation in her chest, and a sudden shortness of breath. Looking down she sees a curved, jagged blade sticking through her sternum as blood stains the sides of the sword. Not even able to mutter her last breath as it’s pulled from her and she collapses on the ground beneath, while her own fluids start to pool around.

Sterile nearly screams out at the sight of the death of a fellow pony while she drops the vial, not even hearing it break against the ground. Thankfully though her mouth gets covered in an instant by a single colts hoof as Flash draws her in close and whispers in her ear.

“Don’t… say…anything.”

The colt watches as the door starts to bow in and out from another on the other side pushing in against it, luckily the body of the now lifeless pony remains as almost a door stop for the moment and gives them both enough time to take cover from whatever is trying to get in. Finally after one final push the door snaps off its hinges. Falling to the ground with a slam, as in rushes half a dozen changelings looking around for the one they were originally chasing.

“Here she is,” one uses his blade to lift the corpse’s leg as it flops back on the ground in a heap.

“Awe… I was hoping to get a piece of that fine pie…” another changeling twiddles the side of the corpse with a blade.

“Oh don’t worry…” one reassures his comrade, “there are plenty of mares in this forsaken castle of theirs.”

“Now it’s just a matter of finding them…” the changeling starts to look around the seemingly empty room.

Though with the messed up bed from the guard that flopped out and a broken flask on the floor, the changelings know that there has to be another in the room with them. The leader motions them to follow him as they slowly creep further in the room, “…now if only we could find one… we could all have her.”

Nurse Sterile trembles under a bed by herself behind the covers that droop over the edges while Flash does the same with a bed across from her. She can hear the footsteps of them getting closer and closer down the center aisle of the room with every passing second, she probably would be able to feel them too if it wasn’t from the shaking in her hooves. It’s a force of habit being in her profession, that she puts a hoof to her neck to try and get her pulse to find out how much it has jumped up sense they walked in the room.

If she had her watch on her, the nurse would have a more accurate answer for herself. For now, she’ll settle on very fast and probably on the border line of having a heart attack. A single bead of sweat starts to roll down her neck at the moment as she can feel the temperature start to rise under the bed that she hides beneath, while her own breathing starts to get heavier. Her lungs filling fuller and fuller to their brim as she tries to keep herself from hyperventilating.

A single hoof wraps around her mane and tugs hard on the back of her, literally dragging the hapless mare back from under the bed with a loud squeal from all the air in her lungs as she is taken by surprise.

“Aghh!” Sterile yells out as she flails her hooves back and forth trying to put up some sort of fight at least.

“Oh now what do we have here?” a changeling taunts her as he tightens his grip around her mane, pulling her in closer as he puts her in a lock behind her head and fore hooves.

The others start to circle like they just found their pray, as the deprived creatures even start to drool at the mouth at the hormones that are rushing through them at the moment from seeing the mare struggle against their friend.

“Let me go!” she manages to sock one in the lower jaw, only resulting in her getting a hoof to the gut as she would have hit the ground if it wasn’t for the changeling holding her up, instead all the wind is forced out of her and it takes a moment or two for her to get anything back in.

“Well she has some fight in her, doesn’t she?”

“I want first go!” one calls out as he laps his lips.

“You will get your turn, now don’t you worry…” the changeling that clearly is the leader of the small bunch pushes his club upon his shoulders off to the side as he eyes his fellow soldier that holds the mare captive, with a single wink commanding him.

The changeling nods to him with a vicious grin as he and another grab both sides of the mare by the fore hooves and bend her over the bed as the others gather on the sides awaiting their turn. Hunched over with her face in the mattress and her flank in the air. Sterile cringes after seeing the look on their faces like an animal that hasn’t eaten to the point of near starvation. Though in this case it’s a ‘hunger’ of another sort.

Sterile bites down on her lips at the cold touch of the leader’s hoof running along her back side as he pushes up the short nurse’s skirt that she and many others wear to give them at least some sort of uniform along with the nurse’s cap.

“No… please, not this…” she tries to plead with them as a few tears start to fall from her eyes.

“By all means…” he loosens his armor around his hind to expose his colt hood, “struggle all you want, little mare. It adds to the thrill.”

He starts to move in to her, about to ease himself inside. Sterile clenches her teeth for the coming onslaught from not only the changeling behind her but his friends as the horrific images of them gang rapping her, feelings of them tearing in to her body over and over again, start to flood her mind left and right. On top of this, there’s no way they would let her live after they’ve had their fill.

‘Goodbye mom and dad, goodbye brother and sister,’ she murmurs in her head as another tear falls down, “I’ll miss you, and I love you all,” she gives her last words in a whisper.

Though the only thing she feels is the sudden warmth that seems like a liquid running down her back, at first Sterile’s mind stays in the gutter and she thinks that he came to soon, and it landed all over her.

Though when she slowly creeks her head around, out of the corner of her eye she sees red droplets going down her back. She didn’t feel any pain? She starts to panic wondering if they stabbed and her body just hasn’t registered it yet. The others there look back and see the changeling that was about to take her standing there motionless…

With a scalpel sticking out of his neck.

“What in the name of the queen!” the closest changeling screams out, looking behind his comrade. The only thing he sees is the grinning Pegasus colt standing there as he starts to wipe off some blood that splattered on his face, like it’s just another day at the office.

“Now colts…” Flash removes the last bits of fluids from his kill with a bed sheet, “Why don’t we try and pick on someone your own size?” he gets out the last word before the changeling to his left lunges at him, dagger drawn.

Only to get a solid metal bed pan to the temple, cracking open his skull plate in an instant after being powered by the strong colt. The others watch their two friends fall in ten seconds flat. One collapses himself down next to the mare on the bed as she gets out of the way, and the other hitting the ground, while Flash cracks his neck ready for the others. All eyes now falling on him and not even bothering with the nurse.

“Any pony else?” he taunts the others as they each charge at him at the same time.

Dipping off to the side to avoid a sword slash, Flash brings up a scalpel up along the middle of the creature. Slicing from the gut on up to the throat as entrails start to fall out on the floor. In a speed inclined to his name, the colt whips around with a surgeons saw and carves in to another’s soft tissue of his hoof as it departs his body, dropping the blade from his grasp as Flash kicks it in to the third’s skull. All three of the first attackers hit the ground as soon as the last one realizes that this colt is more than just a pony in the med bay. The injured creature on the ground flops like a fish out of water as green ooze starts to seep out on to the floor while he wines in a low grunt before the loss of blood takes him.

Taking a few seconds to analyze this situation, the last antagonist sees the bandages on this colt and gives him a weak point. Breaking out his short sword, he moves in closer to the guard with a swing to get his attention as Flash uses the saws side to block the blade. Not seeing the hoof come up in to his side from a counter. The surge of pain shoots up from his ribs as the changeling takes the opportunity to use any advantage against him. Flash forgot for a moment that he wasn’t invincible, during his little bout with the horny changelings. Till one came to his senses and took a step back to look at their current predicament before doing anything.

Sentry quickly lets his block fall as his opponent overshoots and gives him the opportunity to drop a pile drive with his good side on the enemy’s solider. Both of them hit the ground after the attack. Flash feeling the pain reverberate through his body, while the changeling tries to get up from having the wind crushed from his chest. Kicking back with his legs, he clips Flash in the jaw and sends him off on to the bed behind him. Taking his moment and pouncing on the guard, he tries to bring his blade to the vulnerable neck for a quick kill. But is met in the middle by Flash’s own hooves as he fights off the attack.

It’s not an ideal struggle in this case. Both of them are running off of war rage at this point, though the guard is the one with the broken ribs. The changeling thinks he has won when he sees the pain from the injury getting to the pony under him and his defense dropping.

Though that’s before he gets a club to the side of the head.

The weapon that was dropped by the leader of the bunch has enough mass to break through a brick wall, almost too much for the little mare to lift on her own. Though when you’ve almost been raped, that will get your anger and adrenaline levels up to the point of almost being a god.

Pieces of skull brake off of the side and join the blood stains on the bed below, the changeling they belong to falls just as fast after having his noggin caved in after the impact. Leaving Flash there for a second, and the nurse herself a little shocked at what she just did. Dropping the weapon to the ground with a loud thump, she hits her knees as Flash pushes the body off of himself at the moment and gets to his own feet.

“I can see why they picked you to protect the young princess…” Sterile states while Flash helps her up from her slump.

“What can I say? I’m good at what I do,” he raises her up, only putting more pain in his side and causing himself to hit the ground in response.

“We have to get you in some sort of shape here…” the nurse gives him a shoulder to lean on for the moment. Pull out a few more bandages she lays him down on the bed and shoves a foxtail in his mouth so he can bite down on the handle, looking at the confused look in his face. “This is probably going to hurt…” she rips off the bandage and hears him almost scream out from the pain.

Although, she is just as good at her job as he is. There are times, like when you have creatures trying to kill you, that you have to get things done fast. That Sterile can do easily, applying the bandage in record time and tightening it down hard so it keeps his ribs in one place. Helping him back up on his feet, Flash starts to wobble at first. Before finally leveling out.

Soon picking up the sword from a fallen soldier, as he prepares himself for more to come, testing the edge against his hoof, “Well I have to say you work great under pressure.”

“Why thank you…” Sterile rummages through a drawer and takes out a few syringes and several other vials of some liquid. Placing them in a medical bag, she puts it over her shoulder as she follows him out.

The door has been broken in, and the med bay won’t provide any sort of protection now, and the pair have missed something major while in there anyway. “Just in case,” she pats a hoof on the side of the bag, “seeing as you’re the one who is going to need more medical attention by the end of this day it seems…” they both part out of the room and down the hall trying to find out what in Equestria is going on in Canterlot.

Walking down the halls it’s clear that Canterlot is in for a fight. Scattered about are groups of royal guards and changelings fighting to the teeth until one or the other falls to the ground dead. One unicorn guard breaks out of a hold and swings around with a single hoof directed at a changeling’s face, though he never gets the chance to take his one hit. The creature in front of him has his head fall from his shoulders as the guard punches the single stump of a neck getting his hoof covered in blood. Flash stands there holding the wobbly sword in his grasp as the pain gets to his brain.

“Sir!” the guard pushes Sentry to the side and puts a sword right through the center of a changeling’s eyes putting it on the ground in a second, as Flash socks one in the ribs like he had done to himself and cracks the hilt on the nape of its neck, cracking in to the vertebra and severing the spine.

“Nice going there…” Flash mule kicks another in the gut as he talks to the other guard while he head butts another, “…how did this all start?”

“We don’t know Sir. One second things were normal then all hell broke loose!”

“What about the royal family?” Flash asks while quickly slicing across a creature’s stomach to down them, “what’s their status?”

“Princess Celestia is tracking down the queen…” he explains while firing up a spell and freezing an enemy next to him solid in a block of ice as he uses his sword to crack it open and break the changeling inside in half, “…as for the younger princess and prince, they are still un accounted for.”

“Noted, well we can’t stay here forever…” Flash uses his wings, and wraps them around the head of another and snaps its neck.

Sterile still stands there in the corner of the room, away from the action so as not to get hurt. The nurse will happily take care of those that are injured in combat, though only in extreme circumstances will she actually partake. Though this point of view does give her a rather good place to see the battle field, well, the battle hallway at the moment. Looking at the far end of the room she sees the doors open wide, only taking a few seconds to realize what is coming to join them at the moment.

“Umm…Mister Sentry, you better see this!” she points to the other side so that when he turns to look at her, he follows the trail down to the end. Storming in to the room are a dozen more changelings, fresh and full of energy. They manage to cleave several weary guards in half without any effort to be put forth. And continue to charge a path of slaughter down the hall.

“Damn…” Flash mutters as he and the last two guards in the room stand side by side next to him, backing up slowly so their back is at the door that he first entered in.

The nurse pushes open the door and quickly ushers them in as they all fall to the other side, now all three colts hold the door closed with their own weight as they try and fight against the group on the other side. All the while, Sterile rummages through her bag furiously at the moment.

“Well… any pony got any bright ideas?” Flash asks around, seeing as this plan isn’t going to last forever, getting only a slight head shake in response from the other two.

“I might have one…” the nurse draws out two syringes from her bag and fills them both with different fluids. Quickly going up to Flash as she stabs the needles down in the sides of his neck and forces the fluid in to him.

“Agh! What was that?” he asks, after she pulls out the needles.

“That was Epinephrine…artificial adrenaline,” Sterile explains to him as she already starts to see his pupils dilate from the effects instantaneously, “and also some Morphine to take the edge off of those ribs of yours.”

Flash stands there for a moment all to himself. Listening to the pounding heart rate that he had start to pick up even faster, to the point that he is barely able to tell the differences between beats. Everything around him start to slow down to almost a stand still even though it remains the same speed to the others. All pain from his side is gone in an instant as he looks up at the guards next to him desperately trying to hold the door at bay.

But to no avail, it cracks open and falls to either side of Flash, while the two guards with it hit the ground as well. Sterile starts to back up as terror strikes her at her very core, feeling like it’s the events of the med bay all over again. Sentry still stands there in a trance, taking it all in, until a single hole ridden hoof is placed on his shoulder, ready to deal a death blow to the guard seemingly ignoring the attack…

Then his pupils dilate to their fullest, and its game over.

Grabbing the hoof, Flash twists it around and snaps the bone inside, ripping the helmet from its owner’s head in the process and slamming it in the changeling’s skull knocking him off to the side and out of the fight permanently. Two others that fall in first try to bring him down, but the overcharged guard is more than they may give credit as he stabs one in the throat, after taking his own gash to the side, and kicks the sword of the other in to the user’s chest. Tossing his own sword like a large throwing knife, Flash cleaves a fourth in two while the ones to their partner’s sides rush at him and meet him mid-way in his charge.

Sterile helps the two other royal guards up as they all gasp at the single guard taking on a dozen enemies on his own, and decimating their ranks like no other. The blood spills left and right and even though the remaining flood at him to try and overwhelm the guard, he never falters. Flash picks up a few nicks and scrapes here and there from the blades that contact his flesh. Though all of this does nothing to break his stride as he massacres them in his wake.

Biting down on another changeling’s neck, he tears out its artery and spits it out to the ground, as he punches another in the throat collapsing its wind pipe. Doubling back and boxing another’s ears while it tried to get the drop on him with a swing of its axe. Instead over shooting, which results in a thrust of a dagger in to the gut. The piece falls in to the guard’s hoof, as Flash leaps up on all fours and stares down the last enemy standing there before him.

The rather young changeling looks like he has barely hatched, and was trusted in to battle at his still early age. Now facing a pony that woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and is pissed to the point that he’ll destroy everything in his path, as what seems like smoke can be seen fuming from his nose.

The soldier drops his weapon from his hooves and runs down the hall to try and get away from the enraged guard. Though Sentry has other plans, as he gets a small running start and with an expert flick of the hoof, hurtles the axe down the passage way. Sinking it deep in to the retreating changeling’s back after a few seconds of flight time.

The soldier hits the ground without a single word and skids across the tile floor as the other three ponies take their place by his side. “Ms. Sterile…” Flash mutters as he still remains twitching slightly from the effect of what she pumped in him.

“Yes… Flash?” she looks up at the blood soaked colt before her. If she didn’t see his coat color before hoof. She would swear up and down that he was a pure green pony, mane, tail and all.

“If you have any more of that stuff,” Flash takes a deep breath to level out his head, and try to control his breathing, “please keep it close to hoof, incase it’s needed again.”

“Oh you can count on that one,” she says, already filling up two more syringes as the four go down the now saturated hallway of blood and corpses scattered everywhere to help where they can, and clear out this little infestation.