Chapter 68

As always, Stubz was making his way down the same dark hall that he did everyday. There was only silence surrounding him, save for the tired scuffing of his footsteps on the concrete floor as he walked along, thinking about his day.

He decided to check his watch.

Stubz let his arm fall back to his side as he continued on, yawning deeply as he dragged his feet along the hard floor. He was up especially late that night, hoping to finish his data logs a day ahead of schedule so he could have Friday, Saturday and Sunday off to spend alone in his quarters.

He had been looking forward to it all week. It had been ages since he’d had that much time to himself, and now he was so close to finishing his work, it was only a matter of time before he would be enjoying himself in his room with a glass of scotch and a good book. Nothing could stop that glorious moment from coming now.

Just as he was deciding what novel he might read, he got a page in his ear piece.

“Agent Stubz?”

He exhaled loudly, squinting his eyes shut as he shook his head. “So close…what the hell do they want now?” He placed his fingertip to his ear. “What is it?” he answered flatly.

“We’ve got a situation on level twenty-one. Dobbs isn’t at his post.”

Stubz’ pace slowed as he listened, knowing full well which level his comrade was referring to. “That’s FS1’s level,” he thought as he heard the next sentence, which was one he hoped he’d never hear.

“And FS1’s not in her room.”

The news made Stubz freeze in his tracks. “Oh dear sweet fuck...” He could feel the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and his heart began pounding in his chest, followed by him frantically replying over the intercom. “Call for backup. Find her as soon as you can. Restrain her by any means necessary. I’m heading up there now.”

“Copy that," the voice on the other end replied as Stubz turned around to head back to the elevator.

He didn’t get far. When he turned around, he bumped directly into the shy girl, who had been silently following behind him for an unknown length of time.

Stubz’ heart nearly leapt from his throat when he came face-to-face with her dirty yellow complexion, her big, dark teal eyes, her stringy, frazzled pink hair, and her angry scowl. All Stubz could do was stand and stare back, trembling in his shoes, knowing by the look on the fugitive girl’s face that it was futile to expect much, if any mercy after the things he’d done to her. He was frightened into a daze, so much so that he didn’t even notice the hard object pressing against his crotch.

The two enemies kept their eyes locked onto one another as gunfire rang out in the quiet hallway, leaving a ringing in Stubz’ ears, unsure if the sound had happened inside his head or if it was part of reality.

His answer came before too long, in the form of intense numbness combined with unbearable stinging emanating from his crotch, followed by the trickle of warm blood running down the inner sides of his legs. When he slowly looked down, his breath quivered as his knees gave out beneath him, dumping him onto his back on the cement floor with a large crimson stain in the crotch of his pants.

Fluttershy stood over him, still barefoot, wearing the baggy gray pants and shirt that didn’t fit her properly, holding a pistol in her hand, positioned where his crotch had just been.

She finally moved, casually pointing down at his injury with the weapon. “There. You see?” she said in her soft voice.

Stubz placed his hand over his crotch, then whimpered when the horrifying truth struck him: his genitals were gone; blown off by the pistol at point-blank range. He watched in terror as she came down onto one knee beside him, letting her forearm rest on her raised knee with the pistol dangling lazily from her fingertips as she quietly looked him over.

“I told you,” she continued. ”No one breaks a Pinkie promise.”

“Y-you…you bi-“ he tried to curse, but was stopped by Fluttershy.

“Oh Mr. Stubz, we haven’t been very nice to each other all this time, have we?” she said, shaking her head. “We could have at least tried to be friends, couldn’t we?”

Stubz simply glared at her in silence while she spoke, gritting his teeth as he felt a light-headed chill come over him.

“Now,“ she continued, shifting her eyes up to the ceiling. “I can’t leave it be like that. I mean, being kind is my specialty, so here it goes.”

Fluttershy held the gun up, twirling it around on her index finger by the trigger loop and catching it so the handle was facing towards Stubz. She spoke again as she offered the weapon to him. “Here.”

Stubz didn’t move. Instead, he just looked at the gun in confusion, then back at her.

“You see,” she explained, “when I shot your little dick off, I made sure to also hit your femoral artery, which means that, um…you’re going to bleed to death, I’m afraid. Sorry.”

She held the gun closer to him, insisting that he take it.

“Take this, Mr. Stubz,” she continued. “Consider it my first, and last act of kindness between us. I left one round in the chamber, just for you, in case the pain becomes too much and you want to end it sooner.”

He looked at the weapon again, then slowly reached with his weakening arm to grasp it in his hand, holding onto it weakly as the shy girl smiled at him.

“There,” she said sweetly. “Now I feel better, don’t you?”

Stubz glared at her, his anger growing at what she’d done to him as he shifted his eyes onto the weapon, considering what he should do. After a short moment, his emotions overwhelmed him and he pointed the gun directly at her face and fired.

Fluttershy didn’t flinch, nor did she even close her eyes. She watched her ill-fated victim take his anger out on her, firing a point-blank shot in between her eyes. Her head bounced backwards from the impact, but as usual, she was unharmed.

After his arm fell limp again, she rolled her eyes and shook her head, looking around the empty hall for a moment before bringing her sight back to him. “You’re such an idiot, Stubz.”

She reached out with her hand to pluck the access card from his sweater pocket to study it for a moment, then stuffed it in her own pants pocket before looking down at the pool of blood that was growing around Stubz’ body. “Well, maybe you won’t have to wait that long after all,” she said with a little smirk.

Stubz’ face was already drained of its colour. She prepared herself to stand up again, watching her former master’s eyelids began to flutter as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. “Well,” she began, “um, as much as I’d like to stay and watch you fuck off into the next life, I really have to get going.”

Fluttershy stood up again, looking down the hall behind her, then forward, the way Stubz had been headed. After a moment, she looked down at him once more with an innocent smile. “I just can’t wait to get started. This is so exciting!” She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, like a teenage girl thinking about her latest crush.

“I’ve got so much to do, and I’m ready to attack the day!”

She then stepped over him, continuing on her way to exact her revenge on the facility. “Goodbye, Mr. Stubz. Have fun bleeding to death.”

*****

It was quiet in the main control room. The guards stood at their usual posts, two at each set of elevator doors, and one at the top and bottom of the metal stairs leading up to the catwalk. The mission specialists were busy moving from one computer to another, talking amongst themselves and typing madly at their keyboards, anxiously waiting for their shift to come to an end so they could go to their quarters and get some much needed rest.

As all of this was going on, the elevator that came from the upper levels opened and a dozen security soldiers stepped out, heading for the catwalk staircase to make their way to the elevator that led to the lower levels of the facility.

As they passed the rows of computers, some of the specialists stopped what they were doing to watch the unusually large security team pass through.

“What’s all this?” a specialist asked as one of the security men passed.

“There was a breach downstairs; live subject on the loose,” was he answer he got.

“Oh,” the specialist replied nonchalantly, turning back to his console to continue his task. “Well, good luck.”

The security team steadily made their way up the stairs, and then along the catwalk to the next set of elevator doors.

This was the moment their day went downhill rather quickly.

When the team was about halfway across the catwalk, the light above the elevator that they were headed for lit up, accompanied by a quiet BING sound, followed by the doors opening.

Fluttershy darted out from the elevator, running barefoot with her arms crossed in front of her chest, holding a pistol in each hand. She released a round from each gun as she passed between the elevator guards, catching them both in the temples, sending a spray of crimson from the opposite sides of their heads, after which they both to dropped to the ground in dead heaps.

She still had on the loose fitting light gray pants with the dark gray shirt, but now she was carrying some extra accessories along with her. She had taken the belts from two guards in the lower levels and was now wearing them herself, one slung over each shoulder, wrapped under each arm, creating an X-pattern across her chest. The belts had been equipped with one pistol each, and there was an extra magazine on one of them, along with a few other items that could prove useful, given the right situation.

On her back, hanging by a strap over her right shoulder, was a large, black weapon with a sizeable revolving cartridge mounted just ahead of the trigger.

The security team on the catwalk halted when they saw her charging towards them, prompting the man in front pull his gun from its holster to aim, however, the other eleven men behind him were helpless to act. Being caught on a narrow walkway had put them in a position where only the first one or possibly two men could fire, making their numbers useless.

Fluttershy aimed both guns forward as she charged, firing a round from the right hand gun first, putting a round through the team leader’s forehead. She fired a round from the left hand next, putting down the second team member in the lineup after the leader dropped to the steel grate of the catwalk floor.

She continued this murderous process; firing from the right, then the left, and then the right again, ruthlessly mowing down the helpless team members one-by-one. Each of them were unable to fire with a team member in front of them, and as soon as the one in front who was blocking the next man’s view dropped dead, there was no time to react before the pink-haired demon would send the next round through his skull, followed by whoever was behind him, and so on.

She had stopped running by then and was standing her ground just short of halfway across the catwalk with the huge screen to her right, which cast a green glow onto everyone as she continued filling the huge room with the echo of deafening gunfire. The lineup of soldiers continued to shorten one-by-one as the mission specialists on the floor covered their heads and ducked down behind their consoles.

Fluttershy’s attention was suddenly brought to the floor under the catwalk behind her. She could feel bullets hitting her right hip and shoulder, prompting her to turn her head quickly, causing her scraggly pink hair to swing around her shoulders as she looked down to see the two lower-level elevator guards firing at her, having run about ten feet from their posts to lend a hand.

With a blank face, Fluttershy swung her right arm down, aiming the pistol behind her through the railing to fire at the elevator guards while keeping her left arm forward, continually mowing down the remaining security team members on the catwalk.

She glanced forward for a moment to keep her aim steady, then turned back to finish off the elevator guards, accurately placing a round in the forehead of each. Next, she brought her right arm forward and aimed at the guard at the bottom of the stairs to plant a round in his forehead as well, which was the last round from that gun, signalled by the slide locking itself back. She dropped the empty weapon onto the floor of the catwalk, looking ahead to hold the left pistol with both hands to finish off the remaining team members ahead of her.

There were only four of them left, including the upper stairway guard. By that point they’d turned to run back to the stairs so they could get into a more effective position. She fired a round, catching the one closest to her in the back of the skull, dropping him immediately. The slide on the left pistol was locked back, signalling that this gun was now empty as well. Fluttershy released the magazine from the weapon without hesitation while grabbing the full one from her belt, and just as the spent clip slid from the handle of the pistol, she jammed the new magazine in and quickly cocked the barrel, then aimed the gun to fire at the next team member.

There was a bullet plugged into his brain before the empty magazine even hit the catwalk, and Fluttershy continued on, firing at the two remaining men, the last of which was already halfway down the metal staircase. She caught him in the temple, painting the wall next to the stairs with a large, red splatter as his dead body tumbled down the rest of the steps like a pile of dirty laundry.

She lowered the weapon slightly to survey the room, noticing the dozens of people below the catwalk, hiding amongst the rows of computer consoles. A voice caught her attention, and she quickly zeroed in on the source to find a bald, overweight man leaning over the table with a phone to his ear.

“Call for the weapon! Get it down here, now!” he shouted into the phone while looking up towards the windows near the ceiling on the right side of the room.

Fluttershy quickly aimed at the bald man and fired, silencing him for eternity before turning her attention to the control room above the catwalk.

“What weapon was he talking about?” she wondered as she looked into the windows above her, unable to see much in the room due to its elevated position.

Figuring the people in that room were the ones with the authority to call down the ‘weapon’ that the bald man was referring to -- which Fluttershy had no interesting in dealing with -- she decided it was time to silence the people in that room as well.

She aimed the pistol up and fired several shots at the glass. It proved to be ineffective however, since the windows were bullet proof, as most of them were in the facility.

Her pistol was empty now. The slide locked back again, signalling that it had performed its duty and was ready to be cast aside, which Fluttershy did.

It was time now to move onto something with a little more punch. She reached back and slid the strap that belonged to the large weapon off her shoulder and down her arm. While holding it with the barrel aiming down at the catwalk, she rotated the large cartridge counter-clockwise, then locked it in place before lifting the big weapon to aim up at the center window.

As Fluttershy took aim, she heard one of the specialists on the floor down below shout in panic.

“SHE’S GOT A GRENADE LAUNCHER! EVERYBODY DOWN!”

She pulled the trigger.

THP!

The weapon lobbed a projectile into the air, kicking back against Fluttershy’s shoulder, causing her to stagger back and bump against the railing of the catwalk. The round flew towards the window in an arc, leaving a curved trail of white smoke behind it.

It hit the glass in the center panel and bounced off, then detonated about a foot away from the window, emitting a quick, but dull flash of light, shaking the whole room with a loud boom as it shattered the window pane, blowing shards of glass into the control room.

She smirked when she heard to the sounds of panicked shouting emitting through the opening, then lifted the weapon again, aiming at the broken window before pulling the trigger again, this time using the railing against the small of her back to hold herself steady.

THP!... THP!... THP!

Three rounds were lobbed into the open window, each one leaving its own trial of smoke as they disappeared into the room, prompting a series of shrieks followed by three loud explosions.

Smoke, chunks of furniture, computers and bodies were blown from the room, smashing through the other two panels of glass before making their descent to the floor of the main room. The debris showered down out of the control room, bringing out more screams of panic from below as the specialists covered their heads with their arms to protect themselves.

Fluttershy let the weapon point down at the catwalk as she turned back to the big screen, looking down at the rows of consoles with people ducking between them, cowering in fear of what she might do next.

With all of those eyes on her, Fluttershy’s base personality kicked in, sending a tight nervousness through her chest. “Oh my! Everyone’s looking at me,” she thought as she scanned the room, noticing everyone had their attention firmly placed on her.

She glanced up at the giant screen again, noticing the digital world map sprawled across the background with images of people’s faces and profiles peppered around the display, reminding Fluttershy that these people had taken her from her home and placed her in this terrible prison, locking her up and torturing her, abusing her for no reason other than their own personal gain.

She couldn’t let it happen to anyone else. Her anger returned quickly, boiling the blood in her veins as she returned her eyes to the group of cowering specialists.

“You like looking at people?” she thought to herself, scowling darkly at them. “And you like looking at me? Well, I’ll fix that!”

She lifted the grenade launcher to aim into the center of the group of computer banks and fired without hesitation.

THP!

The specialists tried to scatter, but they were given no time before the round touched down and detonated, shaking the floor with a loud BOOM, sending debris and dismembered bodies hurling into the air.

Fluttershy then brought her eyes back to the big screen. With a scowl on her face, she lifted the grenade launcher to let loose the last shell from the cartridge.

THP!

The final projectile lobbed toward the huge monitor in an arc, then exploded just after impacting the center of the screen, blowing a large hole in it.

The shy girl grinned as she admired her handy work, watching large bursts of yellow sparks pour from the gaping hole in the screen, which was now completely black and lifeless.

Somehow, whether by sensors or human intervention, the lights in the ceiling brightened by a few points to compensate for the darkness caused by the dead screen. She looked around the room again, which was now bathed in a soft white light. It was no brighter than before, but the absence of the green glow from the monitor had changed the appearance of the room to a more vivid hue. The remaining specialists were still cowering in and around their consoles, some of them covering their heads for protection, some of them staring up at her in panic.

“They still see me,” Fluttershy thought to herself, “but not for long.”

She reached up and plucked a cylinder-shaped object with each hand from the belts that hung across her chest, held them up and flipped the releases from the tops of them. They immediately started emitting thick white smoke, after which she threw them down to the floor, one on each side of the catwalk.

She grabbed two more of the smoke bombs as the room started filling up with thick fog, released them and threw them in opposite directions to let them finish filling the room, making it impossible for anyone to see where she was.

Fluttershy had intended to leave in the middle of the catwalk, but paused when she heard a pair of feet clanging up the staircase to the catwalk. She turned to see who it was, but could only see a few feet into the thick fog.

It was a woman. A field agent to be exact, who had been hiding safely out of sight since the attack began. With the fog filling the room now, she decided to seize the opportunity to try and neutralize the threat.

She was wearing a black tank top with black cargo pants and boots, her light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had a slender, yet powerful build. Once at the top of the stairs, she turned the corner to make her way along the catwalk to the shy girl’s last known location. Keeping her hand on the handle of the large knife that she kept in a pouch on her belt, she quietly slunk along, stepping over the bodies of the security team who hadn’t fallen off the walkway after being shot dead by the shy girl.

She cautiously made her way past the group of bodies, then continued along the catwalk. The shy girl was nowhere to be found. The agent was at least halfway down the walkway by then, and was starting to realise that something was wrong.

Where was the girl?

The feeling of the catwalk jiggling alerted the woman. She then heard the sound of soft hands grabbing onto the railing behind her where she had just passed, followed by bare feet hitting the metal floor of the walkway.

Fluttershy, who'd predicted that someone would attempt to get the jump on her in the fog, had climbed over the railing and hung underneath the catwalk, allowing her assailant to pass her by, unaware that she was now the one being stalked by the shy girl.

The pink-haired girl had leapt back onto the walkway right behind the agent to take her by surprise. The woman quickly drew the knife from her belt to swipe it at Fluttershy, but was unsuccessful in her attack.

The shy girl swung both hands up, hitting the woman’s hand from below with her right hand while bringing her left hand down onto the woman’s forearm, breaking her wrist, which sent the knife flipping out of her hand.

Fluttershy reached up and snatched the knife out of the air, catching it in her right hand with the blade pointed away from her thumb before spinning to the left in a full circle, slicing the agents’ throat as she came around. She stopped her spin, then changed direction as her shirt was sprayed with hot blood, spinning to the right and burying the blade of the knife between the woman’s shoulder blades right up to the handle.

The agent arched her shoulders back in agony, her eyes wide with shock as Fluttershy drove her knee into her stomach, sending her back against the railing, followed by a hard clothesline that flipped the woman backwards over the rail.

The shy girl watched her take the fall and disappear out of sight into the fog. A second later, there was a loud crash from below as the female agent’s body smashed through one of the tables, where a pile of broken computers and wood splinters became her impromptu resting place.

Fluttershy leaned with both hands on the railing, surrounded by a sea of white fog as she took a quick moment to reflect on the deaths she had already caused, and how many more people in the facility were going to meet their doom at her hands before the day was done. There was one person in particular that stuck in her mind, one who’s death she knew she would relish with the utmost satisfaction.

Agent Cody.

The shy girl closed her eyes, imagining his stupid face with blood gushing from his eye sockets and his mouth, his skull spli-

BING!

The sound of the elevator on the floor level opening caught Fluttershy’s attention, and her eyes popped open to see who had arrived. “Oh boy,” she thought, “Could it be Agent Cody coming to find me? Oh my goodness, that would be a dream come true!”

She listened quietly for the sound of footsteps on the floor while hearing the remaining specialists whimpering amongst the rows of consoles, obscuring the noise she was trying to concentrate on.

There was a loud crackle from the direction of the large screen as a large gush of sparks suddenly burst from the hole blown open by the grenade a moment ago, creating a momentary yellow glow in the thick fog.

Fluttershy turned her attention back to the floor after the light died down, listening for who or what had entered the room from the elevator.

Finally, there was a sound.

Whistling.

“Who could this be?” she wondered. She listened intently as the cheerful music made its way across the floor below her from right to left, presumably headed for the stairs to join her on the catwalk.

A voice suddenly called out to her. “Pretty clever, little lady.”

Fluttershy scowled. It wasn’t Agent Cody, however the voice did seem vaguely familiar.

“Using the smoke bombs like that,” the voice continued, “but I can still see you.”

Fluttershy remained silent as she listened to the sound of footsteps coming up the metal stairs towards her. She did her best to remain calm and waited to see who was lurking in the fog, but the anticipation was driving her heart rate up, despite her attempts to keep herself unflustered.

Finally, the slow, heavy steps made their way to the top and began making their way towards her position in the middle of the catwalk.

Fluttershy used the opportunity to remove the two belts from her shoulders, the contents of which had been spent and now served only as handles for her opponents to grab onto.

A dull thump from ahead caught her attention, followed by a crash on the floor below the catwalk. It took the shy girl a second to realise that whoever was coming for her was kicking the dead security team members off of the platform to clear a path to walk through.

She steeled herself, facing the direction of her stalker, clenching her fists at her sides as she waited for the war to begin.

Finally, she could make out a silhouette about ten feet in front of her.

It was a large man.

She squinted as he approached, noticing something odd about his shape; his left arm looked bigger, as if he was wearing a cast on it, or a…

Fluttershy’s eyes gaped open when he stepped close enough to be seen clearly. She recognised him finally, and his voice was now matched to a face, a face that she was not overly happy to see.

He was one of the first three Navy Seals she had sparred with soon after she arrived at the facility, when she was thrown unsuspecting into the steel hexagon room and forced to fight. Specifically, this was the man who had imitated her crying, which subsequently earned him a dislocated right shoulder and a broken left elbow, courtesy of the shy girl.

There was something new about him now, however, other than the thermal goggles he was wearing, which had allowed him to see her clearly through the fog when he entered the room.

His left limb, which had been hyper-extended and snapped at the elbow, was now fitted with a mechanical apparatus, which was precision built around his arm. There were small hydraulic hoses entering his skin at the joints, where internal parts had been installed, allowing the arm to have ten times the strength of an ordinary man.

Fluttershy cringed at the sight of it. The surgery involved to make this addition was still quite fresh, and there were bandages wrapped around most of his arm, and stitches around the spots where the machine penetrated his skin. It was swollen, bloody, and quite frankly, grotesque. To manage the pain, he was also fitted with a nerve block. On his shoulder was a small cylinder filled with a numbing drug, which was periodically pumped into his spine to prevent him from being crippled with agony.

Evidently, he was not expecting to be thrown into battle so soon after his procedure, but the shy girl’s escape had forced their hand, and he was sent into action early.

“This must be the weapon they called for,” she figured.

He grinned at her from under the goggles, and then opened his mouth to speak again. “You think you had a hard time with me before, little lady?”

“No,” Fluttershy replied flatly.

“Well,” he continued, ignoring her brash response, “Wait until you get a load of me now. You better hope I don’t get a hold of you, cuz I won’t let go until you’re back in your room, and I’ll weld the fucking door shut myself and you can fucking stay in there forever!”

“Well, um…actually,” Fluttershy said quietly, rubbing the back of her neck timidly. “I just wanted to ask one question, if that’s OK.”

He nodded, letting another smug grin smear itself across his face. “Shoot.”

“Um, after I kill you, is that ridiculous-looking arm of yours going to keep moving on its own?” she asked, returning a sly grin to him.

The grin disappeared from his face quickly, followed by a growl as he gritted his teeth and stepped towards her to attack.

He swung his metal arm at her, its power quickly becoming apparent as it whipped through the air with an audible whoosh sound. Fluttershy was already a step back by then however, missing the mighty left hook. She leapt forward in retaliation, grasping both railings with her hands as she swung her feet up, slamming her heels into his face.

His thermal goggles flew off when his head snapped back, and she dropped down to the walkway again to drive her left foot into his crotch.

He grunted, slouching forward for a moment. As she came forward again, he thrust his metal forearm up quickly, catching her across the chest with it.

Fluttershy was airborne for about twenty feet before finally landing on her shoulders and rolling over backwards on the walkway. She shook her head to get her bearings, then looked in the direction of her opponent when she heard his heavy footsteps on the catwalk. He charged out of the fog, his mechanical arm raised, poised to deliver another devastating blow.

The shy girl hesitated for a second, unsure of what to do.

She needed a weapon.

Fluttershy turned to look back towards the elevator where she had shot the two guards on her way into the room. She was sure they were armed, but it was impossible to tell how far away the elevator was with the room so full of fog.

The soldier was upon her by then, and she returned her attention to him with hopes of attempting a counter attack. There wasn’t time for her to gauge his advance however, and he brought his metal fist down onto her shoulder with alarming force.

She was slammed to the steel-grated floor, causing the catwalk to shake violently across its entire length, rattling loudly from one end of the room to the other.

With a grunt, she looked up at him with a frustrated scowl on her face. He reached down to grab her ankle, which she could not allow; if he got a good grip on her with that mechanical arm, she would be helpless to get free of his grasp.

Fluttershy took the only escape route she could think of, and rolled off the side of the catwalk. She caught the edge with her hands and let her feet swing around to grab the catwalk with her toes a few feet farther away from the soldier, pulling herself back onto the walkway before returning to her feet and sprinting in the direction of the elevator to find a weapon.

The end of the walkway came into sight before too long, and she saw the platform where the elevator door was. The dead guards would be laying there, waiting to offer up their pistols for her to use.

“Time to drop this fucker for good,” she thought as she approached the end of the catwalk.

BING!

Fluttershy stopped in her tracks when the elevator door opened. She was still fifteen feet from her goal, and only about three feet from the end of the catwalk.

There were three men wearing dark uniforms standing in the elevator, carrying a large, black object that resembled a tadpole. On the front of the ‘head’ of the device, there was a large hole with a dull red light emitting from it.

It took all three men to carry it. The man in the front, who was fairly tall with a full head and beard of red hair, was holding the large, round head of the object. The second man had dark hair and was wearing thick-framed glasses. He was carrying the middle-section of the object, just behind the head. The third man’s head was shaved bald, and as one would have guessed, he was carrying the rear of the tail.

As they emerged from the elevator with the strange-looking object, walking in single file towards the shy girl, she noticed dark silver markings along the length of it. They looked foreign to her, but not the kind of foreign that comes from the across the sea; these writings, as well as the object itself, looked to be not of this world.

“Oh dear,” she thought, “Maybe THAT was the weapon they were calling for?”

This time, she was correct. This was in fact one of the pieces of alien technology left behind by the creature when it succumbed to malnutrition in the facility, and now, they intended to use it on the shy girl.

She turned around to see where the metal-armed soldier was.

Her heart leapt out of her chest when she saw him only a few feet behind her, charging full speed with his metal shoulder forward. Quick as a cat, she leapt over the railing on her left, grabbing it with her hands to swing herself along the outside of the catwalk as he ran past.

Fluttershy swung her feet over the railing, landing back onto the walkway as the soldier skidded to a halt behind her and spun around, still only a couple feet away when she turned to look over her shoulder at him. She kicked her foot back into his stomach to try to slow him down, but was quickly reminded of why she had to get creative when she first fought and eventually beat him in the sparring room.

Her foot merely bounced off his abs, and he quickly swung his mechanical arm up at her in retaliation. The back of his fist caught her chin with a sharp crack that rang through her skull, sending her light frame over twenty feet into the air.

Fluttershy hurtled through the thick haze, looking down at the room below her. The catwalk appeared to be miles away, barely visible through the smoke. The rest of the room was completely obscured by the fog that she had created, making her feel in that moment like she was suspended in limbo, floating for all eternity in a sea of nothing, with the exception of a small section of steel catwalk floating below her.

At the apex of her arc, time seemed to slow down, giving her a moment to reflect on her situation.

Her adversaries were overwhelming her. She was being bombarded by opponents who’s physical power surpassed her own; and if she wasn’t careful, she would end up captured and locked up in that room again, being driven into madness chained to that table for what would feel like eons.

She closed her eyes to look into the blackness behind her eyelids.

What did she see?

She saw her house, her car, her backyard. She saw the animals at the shelter, along with Jeff, working lovingly on an injured puppy on the table. She saw Pinkie Pie, pulling a tray of cupcakes from the oven with icing smeared all around her mouth. She saw Rainbow Dash, winding up to kick the winning goal in the final game of her work league’s tournament. She saw Applejack carrying a basket of freshly-picked Royal Galas over to the back of a wagon and setting them down to pick one up for a bite, savouring the sweet juice that ran down her chin as she sank her teeth into the perfectly grown fruit.

She saw Sunset Shimmer with that confident smile, revving her noisy motorcycle up and riding off into the distance with her leather jacket flapping behind her in the wind. She saw Twilight Sparkle, stretched out on the couch with a book on her lap, listening to classical music as she absorbed the words from the pages into her hungry mind. She saw Angel Bunny and Link, curled up on the chaise lounge in her living room, enjoying the heat of each other’s bodies as they waited patiently for the return of their master.

Finally, she saw her lovers.

Rarity, with her perfect skin, smooth as silk and paler than the moon. Fluttershy could almost feel her girlfriend's satin-soft indigo hair hanging around their faces like a fragrant curtain whenever they would kiss, filling her senses with that intoxicating vanilla aroma. She saw those sparkling sapphire eyes, the same eyes that made her heart melt every time she lost herself gazing into them. And she saw Golden Arrow, the love of her life. So powerful and wise, yet gentle and loving as any man could ever be. He was the person who gave her the power, the knowledge and the skills to do what she was doing right at that moment, which was fighting with all her might to reclaim her freedom.

“This is your only chance, Fluttershy…” her voice called to her inside her head. “Don’t let them take you again…don’t let them lock you up…don’t let them win! Today is the day you go home!”

Time returned to its normal rate suddenly, quickly sending the shy girl back down to the catwalk. She clenched her jaw tightly as a new determination washed over her, a new level of aggression rising in her mind, causing her to see more clearly in that moment.

She knew what to do.

As the catwalk rushed towards her, she reached out with both hands and grabbed the railing, bringing her knees up to her chest as she swung herself under the railing to the outside of the walkway like an acrobat, swinging her body around and coming back up over top of the rail. She kicked both feet forward, slamming her heels into the side of the soldier’s head with every ounce of momentum she had, drawing a sharp grunt from his throat and knocking him sideways against the opposite railing with such force that he flipped over the rail and fell into the fog below.

Fluttershy landed on the catwalk and dropped to one knee, smirking with satisfaction when she heard the big man’s body crash into a tabletop below the catwalk.

She looked up, bringing her attention to the three men with the alien weapon next. They were approaching her on the catwalk, walking single-file as they carried the strange looking weapon along. The red light in the hole on the front appeared to be much brighter now, which she presumed must have been an indicator that it was ready for use.

Not intending to see what the weapon was capable of, Fluttershy quickly stood and grabbed the railing again, about to jump to the floor below to escape their sights.

But then she stopped.

“Wait,” she thought, “I should take it from them. I have no idea what that thing is capable of, and if I leave it in their hands, there’s no telling what they might be able to do with it.”

She turned back to them, her new goal to take them out before they could use the weapon.

“Weapon charged and ready to fire,” the second man said as Fluttershy sprinted towards them. He turned a small handle, releasing the tail from the weapon, leaving the bearded man in front to step forward and hold the head of the weapon up.

Fluttershy was only ten feet away when he fired.

There was a bright red flash from the front of the weapon, followed by a long, red bolt of energy that emitted from the opening on the front. The kickback from the discharge knocked the user off his feet, as well as the other two men when he flew back and collided with them.

The bolt of red energy tore through the air at a staggering speed, leaving a crackling trail of shimmering white sparks in its wake.

Fluttershy had no time to react. The blast hit her right between the eyes with a blinding flash, knocking her off her feet and sending her across the room at a blistering speed. The impact created a circular shockwave when it hit her, resulting in a expanding ring of red energy that spread across the room, rattling the catwalk as it passed through, bowing the metal railings outwards from the force created by the explosive energy.

The three men sat up to assess the impact. The shy girl had been blown back and slammed into the wall with a force that shook the room, and all they could see now was a bright red glow through the fog at the far end of the catwalk as the weapon’s energy continued to envelop her.

The light seemed to grow, increasing in brightness as the men stood up to watch.

“Did it work?” the bald man at the rear asked.

The light continued to increase, now slowly turning to a fiery orange colour.

The bearded man holding the weapon had a smirk appearing on his face. “I think so,” he nodded. “Looks like she’s burning up.”

“Yeah!” the guy with the glasses cheered. “Look at that! This thing is crazy!”

The red-bearded man held the weapon up and patted its smooth, black surface affectionately as he turned to look at his comrades. “I told you it would work.”

The orange light continued to brighten as it glowed through the fog, eventually turning to a bright yellow that lit up the entire room.

The three men put their hands in front of their faces to shield their eyes from the bright yellow haze, its center emanating from the end of the catwalk, too bright for them to look at.

“Holy shit,” one of them said, “Is it supposed to do that?”

“Fuck yeah!” the second guy said. “Burn, bitch! Burn!” he laughed maniacally as he turned to high-five the bald guy behind him.

“Strange that I can’t feel any heat with a blaze like that,” the bearded man in front said, rubbing his chin.

Without warning, the light suddenly faded away. The room was left in dim silence, aside from the murmurs of the survivors on the floor below.

The three men looked at each other in confusion.

“That’s it?” the bald guy shrugged. “Just like that, it’s gone?”

The bearded man bit his lip as he thought, staring out into the haze. “I’ll go check it out,” he finally announced, turning back to them.

They nodded in agreement as he turned and cautiously made his way along the catwalk, carrying the weapon with him even though it was of no use to him at that point, due to being discharged. It would have to be hooked back up to the tail to be ‘reloaded’ before firing again.

There was a sudden loud click that startled the two men as they waited for their comrade to search for the shy girl. The deep whirring sound of a motor became audible, rising in pitch and volume, causing the two men took at each other when they realised what it was.

“Ah, the exhaust fans are coming on.”

The glasses-wearing man sneered. “It’s about time. Took them long enough.”

They waited for another moment as the bearded man searched; watching below the catwalk as the floor slowly became visible again.

The second guy put his hands around his mouth to shout over the noise of the huge exhaust fans. “What do you see, boss?”

“Uh,” his voice returned from the fog, “There’s a big crack in the wall where she hit, but I don’t see her anywhere.”

“Any burn marks??” the second guy laughed.

“No, I don’t see any,” the front man’s voice chuckled through the haze.

The fog was lifting from the room fairly quickly now, and the far end of the catwalk was starting to come into view. Everything below the walkway at that point was crystal clear; soon the entire room would be visible again as the ceiling of fog continued to rise.

They could see the man with the weapon walking back to them, his head and shoulders still obscured by the fog as he approached.

“Well?” they asked.

He shook his head and shrugged, letting out a confused sigh. “I don’t know. She’s not on the catwalk, and she not on the floor below.”

The bald man rubbed the top of his head. “Vaporised?”

The bearded man turned to look back at the far end of the catwalk, then glanced back at them before looking down at the weapon. “Maybe,” he replied. “Everything’s gotta have a weakness, right? Maybe this puppy had just the right kind of power.”

The second guy let out a victorious laugh. “That’s it then! She’s dead!”

“Hm,” the bearded man smirked. “I guess we finally killed the bit-“

Before he could finish, a sudden gust of air from above blew down a cloud of fog that engulfed them, obscuring their vision once again.

Without warning, the bearded man was violently yanked off his feet and hoisted straight into the air where he disappeared into the fog above.

“AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

The other two staggered back in disbelief, their eyes wide with shock as they heard their comrade screaming bloody murder, his voice becoming more distant as the unknown force carried him up into the depths of the huge room.

“What the fuck? Where’d he go?” the remaining two men blubbered in terror. “What the fuck was that?

To their horror, they suddenly heard a loud, distinctive snap, followed by their comrade’s voice going silent.

They stood together, frozen with fear on the catwalk, watching the ceiling of fog continue to rise as the fans cleared the room. The air was clear up to about ten feet above the catwalk by then, and all they could do was wait for the room to clear out completely so they could see what had happened.

Then something caught their eye. A round, black object fell from the fog, silently passing by the left side of the walkway as it continued on until it hit the floor and smashed to pieces.

It was the alien weapon.

The two men looked at each other, dumbfounded, confused and wondering where their friend was.

They got their answer shortly after. The corpse of their missing comrade suddenly fell from the fog, face up, landing with the small of his back on the railing. He bent in half under the impact, and then bounced off and fell the rest of the way to the floor, finishing his time on this world with a loud crash below.

“Oh fuck,” the man with the glasses said, peering over the railing to look at the body.

Their attention was grabbed by a loud whoosh next, and they both looked ahead on the catwalk to witness something that their eyes couldn’t believe.

The shy girl re-appeared, dropping from the fog like a hammer at an unnatural speed, landing on the catwalk about forty feet ahead of the two survivors. She went down to one knee on impact, bending the catwalk downwards a few feet in the middle, causing it to shake so violently that the two men had to grab the railing to keep their balance.

Once they steadied themselves, they turned to look at her again. The hair on the back of their necks stood on end as she rose slowly, then opened her eyes to glare at them.

Fluttershy stood on the catwalk, unaware of how she’d gotten there. The last thing she remembered was charging towards the men with the alien weapon, and there was a red flash, followed by a surge of energy and overwhelming emotion that ran through her body like a bolt of lightning.

She opened her eyes and looked ahead to see that only two of the men remained on the catwalk, scared out of their wits at the sight that lay before them.

Then Fluttershy noticed something. She felt different. Her body was light as air. She was tingling. Her awareness was heightened.

The room sounded different.

She reached up to touch her ear, but it wasn’t there. Her heart rate heightened quickly as she drew in a gasp, and she continued to run her fingers slowly upwards into her hair.

She was shocked when she found it; a pointed ear, protruding from the top of her head alongside a second one just like it.

“Oh my goodness!” she thought, drawing in a deep gasp.

She quickly turned her head to look over her shoulder and down her back. Her pink, straw-like hair didn’t stop at the small of her back like before; it was now hanging all the way down to her ankles.

Fluttershy looked ahead again, covering her mouth with her hands in shock. Her eyes were wide as saucers, her heart beating in her chest like a jack-hammer. “I’ve…I’ve ponied up!” she exclaimed to herself. “This hasn’t happened to any of us in years! Not since Camp Everfree…”

She stopped again when she remembered that only she and Rainbow Dash both had a certain unique feature when they ponied up. This was when she noticed the extra mass on her back, as well as the holes torn in the back of the gray shirt, which was already quite tattered after being hit by the alien weapon.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then spread her wings.

Her ears picked up the voice of one of the men in front of her. “Ho...lee…shit…” he uttered, completely in awe of the girl before them, who was standing there with the wings of a Pegasus spread open across her back.

Fluttershy opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to the right to look at her wing, and was shocked beyond description when she saw it.

It was huge. In the past, when she ponied up, her wings were fairly small. So were Dash’s.

But these…

She turned to her left to see the other wing, the sight of which gave her goosebumps all over again when she saw the size of it.

Her wing span must have been almost nine feet.

“How is this possible?” she wondered, furrowing her brow as she stared down at the catwalk. “Something about that weapon hitting me triggered my pony-up…”

She didn’t know why it happened. Was it the energy from the weapon? Was it triggered from her emotion? Being hit by the weapon in the face did upset her quite a bit, even though it didn’t hurt, but regardless of what caused it, where did the huge wings come from?

“I don’t understand,” she pondered, “Why are my wings so much bigger now? The only other difference between now and the last time I ponied up is that I wasn’t immort-“

Fluttershy froze. Her mind suddenly locked up, broken with disbelief when she remembered that Equestrian magic wasn’t the only power she possessed anymore.

“Wait a minute…did Goldie’s power combine with my pony-up?”

She was suddenly reminded of her weightlessness, which was something she didn’t recall happening when she’d ponied up all those years ago. The shy girl looked down at her hands, ruminating for another moment before balling them up into tight fists. The pressure that she applied to her own hands felt immense, like she had a stronger grip…

“Oh my goodness!” she gasped. “Don’t tell me…”

Fluttershy glanced over at the steel railing next to her, then slowly reached out to grab it. She paused for a moment, pursing her lips as she prepared herself for what she thought might happen next.

She took a deep breath, then yanked.

TING!

To her amazement, she plucked the one inch thick steel bar off of the catwalk just as easily as picking a dandelion. She stared at the length of metal in her hand, her eyes wide with shock, her skin tingling with excitement.

“Oh my gracious me, I have Goldie’s strength, too! His power has somehow…enhanced my Equestrian magic!”

Just to double check that she wasn’t going crazy, Fluttershy gripped the piece of pipe with both hands, and promptly bent it in half. It was just as easy as bending an empty paper towel roll.

The shy girl giggled as she dropped the bent pipe at her feet, causing a loud clang to ring out as it hit the metal walkway, then she returned her eyes to the two men in front of her, who were still frozen in place.

“Uh, this is bad,” the glasses guy mumbled flatly.

Fluttershy suddenly charged towards them at an unholy speed, rattling the catwalk with each step as her victims stood frozen in fear, staring at their attacker in awe.

The bald man snapped out of his daze first, and then frantically slapped his partner on the shoulder to get his attention. “Come on! We gotta get to the elevator!”

The other man blinked a couple of times, then turned to his comrade to reply, but both men were out of time.

The shy girl leapt into the air, flapping her wings to become airborne, flying over their heads while reaching down to wrap her hands around their throats as she passed over.

They were both hoisted into the air as Fluttershy pulled up and rapidly flapped her powerful wings, swiftly carrying the two men by their throats to the top of the room. She spun around as she ascended, twirling her long hair and the bodies of her victims in a corkscrew formation as they trailed behind her. Stopping near the ceiling where the fog was still fairly thick, the shy girl held both men by the throats with each hand as she flapped her wings idly to maintain a constant hover.

“What do you say for shooting a little girl like me with such an awful weapon?” she asked with a coy tone, raising her voice over the noise of the huge exhaust fan running just above their heads.

“We’re sorry!” they both croaked, their breath barely able to escape through her hydraulic grip. “We won’t do it again! We swear!”

“TOO FUCKING LATE!!” she screamed as she lifted one of them above her head and turned to the broken windows of the upper control room, which was now right next to them at the height they were hovering at.

She wound her arm up and hurled the guy with the glasses by the throat towards the burning control room. Her aim was a bit off however, and his head smacked against the post between the left and middle window, sending him into a tailspin as he crashed into the room.

Fluttershy turned back to face the bald man, scowling darkly at him as he stared back; petrified by the angelic demon that was holding him by the throat seventy feet in the air.

She slowly glanced up towards the huge, eight foot wide fan just above their heads as it drew the last bit of smoke from the room.

A smirk crossed her face when she glanced back at him for a moment before releasing her grip on his throat. She swung her foot up, kicking him hard in the crotch, sending him rocketing upwards, where he slammed into the grate that covered the exhaust fan, denting the bars inward to the point where they contacted the spinning fan blades.

TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH! TCH!

The blades made a terrible, deafening racket as they hammered into the bent shield, sending a sea of sparks down into the room, following the bald guy’s broken body as it fell to the floor.

As the fan slowed to a permanent stop, filling the room with silence once again, Fluttershy let herself glide gracefully down to the upper elevator platform. Her long, pink hair trailed behind her as she made a nice, soft landing, spreading her wings wide to act as parachutes so she could land gracefully.

She was amazed by how small she could fold them up behind her back. Looking over her shoulder at them, she giggled at her long, scraggly hair was it waved around behind her, almost concealing the wings completely.

“Oh…it’s too bad my hair wasn’t clean for this,” she whispered to herself with a sigh.

After a moment to reflect, she suddenly snapped herself back to reality. “The mission!” she said out loud, turning to look at the elevator doors. “Oh darn,” she flutter-cursed quietly. “I used up all the grenades.”

She turned to the floor below, noticing lots of objects that she could use to hold the door open. “That’s what I’ll do,” she said with a nod of accomplishment as she pulled Stubz’ access card out of her pocket to study it. Surprisingly, it appeared to be undamaged.

Before she could get any farther, a gruff, but familiar voice came from the bottom of the stairway. Fluttershy looked to see who it was, then sighed with disappointment when she saw the Navy Seal with the bionic arm limping up the stairs towards her again.

“You bitch!” he hollered. “Enough! This ends now!”

Fluttershy calmly walked to the center of the catwalk and waited for him to approach her.

He was bloodied; his face bruised from her kick and the subsequent fall, and his leg was clearly injured, as evidenced by how he hobbled his way up the steps. He finally got to the top of the stairs, then proceeded to make his way along the walkway towards her.

“Agent Stubz’ card is locked out, bitch. Those elevator doors ain’t gonna open for you, so you’re stuck in here with me! I’m gonna catch you, drag you down to that room of yours, lock you up inside and weld the doors shut! Then I’m gonna pump that room full of fire and let you burn in hell until we run out of fuel!”

Fluttershy stood still with nothing but a slight scowl on her face, watching patiently as he approached. He pounded on the railing with his metal arm after each step, bending the steel with every blow to display the strength of his upgraded arm.

It didn’t intimidate the shy girl, however. She could see the rough condition he was in when he got closer, and evidently he must have been briefly knocked out after his fall, because he didn’t seem to be aware of her transformation.

His eyes were swollen half shut, his gait was unstable, and his mouth was on fire with vulgar insults directed solely at her.

“This is not going to end well for him…” she thought to herself as the scowl grew deeper on her face.

“I’ve had it with you and your little fucking tricks, you little fucking princess bitch! I can’t wait to watch you roast! You stupid, weak, fucking little whore!!” When he was finally at arm’s length from her, he wound up his metal fist up and swung the hardest right hook that his mechanical enhancements could produce.

Fluttershy calmly put her right hand up and caught his fist, stopping the attack with a loud clang as his arm was brought to a sudden halt. She glanced over at his metallic limb for a moment, then narrowed her eyes as she retuned her gaze to his face.

“I love you too,” she said sweetly, with a little smirk for good measure.

The soldier had a look of pure shock in his eyes as she placed her left hand on his chest to hold him in place, and then proceeded to tear the metal enhancements from his arm.

He let out a blood-curdling screech as she slowly yanked the apparatus from his flesh, tearing skin, muscle and tendons in the process. As the metal parts tore themselves free from his bones, the hydraulic hoses popped off and sprayed a dark, slippery fluid in every direction while Fluttershy kept a sinister grin on her lips. Once the last piece of sinew snapped free, she dismissively dropped the apparatus onto the catwalk at her feet with a loud clang.

He stood before her screaming, reaching across himself with his other arm to feel what was left, only to find nothing but torn, ragged, bloody skin and muscle hanging at his side.

Fluttershy smirked at his frantic screams of pain, covering her mouth with her fingertips as she glanced down at the blood-covered tangle of metal lying next to her feet. “I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on that,” she taunted.

Then, the smile suddenly disappeared from her sweet face. Without warning, she slapped her hand on the top of his head and curled her fingertips inward, poking them through his skull to get a secure grip. He recoiled in pain even harder, reaching up with his only good arm in a futile act to pry her powerful grasp from his head.

The shy girl spread her magnificent wings again and leapt into the air, flying swiftly to the top of the room with him in tow. Once at the ceiling, she held the soldier’s entire weight by the top of his head as she hovered in the air, holding his pain-stricken face close to hers.

“Goodbye, um…whatever your name is,” she said sternly before releasing her grip from his skull to watch him fall back down to the bottom of the room.

Unexpectedly, he landed on the catwalk again, flat on his back on the steel grate.

Fluttershy looked down at his mangled corpse for a moment, flapping her wings quietly as he hovered near the ceiling. She noticed the movement of the mission specialists on the floor beyond the catwalk, and decided it was time to finish her job in this room.

She leaned back suddenly and flipped herself over so she was face-down, then flapped her wings hard, rocketing herself head-first towards the floor at an alarming speed. She brought her wings in close to her body, accelerating her descent even faster as she put her fists forward and gritted her teeth, preparing herself for the impact. The wind blew against her face and around her body, causing her pink hair to trail behind her like a streamer as the catwalk rushed closer and closer.

The shy girl hit the one-armed soldier’s body with her fists, cutting him as well as the metal catwalk in half, passing straight through and continuing on at the same speed towards the floor. Her trajectory was aimed dead-center in the middle of the computer consoles, where the few surviving mission specialists still sought shelter under and between the tables. She slammed into the floor like a missile, sending up a massive wave of tables, computer monitors, chairs, keyboards and bodies twenty feet into the air in all directions, where they smashed against the walls and piled up around the impact crater she just created.

The catwalk, now broken in half and unsupported in the center, began to collapse. It pulled away from the walls at each end, tearing the anchors from the concrete as it came crashing down on top of the pile of smashed debris created by the shy girl’s explosive impact with the floor.

The sound was deafening. The entire facility shook. The room was completely destroyed.

Fluttershy's day was off to a good start.

A stray table flew through the air suddenly, thrown away by the shy girl as she got up from her landing spot to quietly walk out of the debris field towards the elevator.

She folded her wings up behind her back while sauntering over to the floor-level elevator, which led up to the office levels, where she intended to complete her next objective: find and decimate Agent Cody.

She stopped in front of the stainless steel doors of the elevator and pulled Stubz’ access card from her pocket, only to find it cracked into several pieces. She sighed, remembering what the soldier had said about the card being locked out, so it really didn’t matter anyway. She was trapped in this room until some-

Fluttershy shook her head suddenly, then smacked herself on the temple. “What am I thinking?” she said to herself, before slamming her fist into the elevator door, crumpling it like a sheet of tin foil. She then gripped the edge of the door and yanked it out of the wall, taking part of the door frame with it before tossing it on the floor behind her. The heavy door clanged, then screeched along the floor after being tossed aside like a dirty shirt.

She peered into the elevator shaft for a moment, then stopped when she remembered that she had to blow both elevator doors so the fumes from the fuel could spread through the entire facility.

Fluttershy glanced quickly at the catwalk, which was now sprawled across the floor in a twisted heap. She giggled at her own handywork. “Oh Fluttershy, what did you go and do?”

No matter, she didn’t need the catwalk to get up to the second set of doors. She spread her wings and ran toward the far side of the room to take flight, ascending upwards along the wall above the metal staircase, flapping her powerful wings until she was about two-thirds of the way to the ceiling.

She swung around suddenly, aiming herself at the upper set of doors that the catwalk led to before it was destroyed. She brought her wings in tight to her back to increase her speed and dive-bombed straight through the doors, smashing them into the back of the elevator shaft, sending shockwaves throughout the facility with the powerful impact.

The shy girl hopped out of the shaft and walked to the edge of the platform, leaping down to the floor with ease, using her wings to slow her fall as she touched down and turned to the elevator that led upstairs.

Half of that door was still left in her way, so she tore it out of the opening with one hand, pulling some more of the wall with it as she tossed it aside with the other half of the door.

“Oh my goodness, this is so much fun!” she giggled to herself. “I don’t know how Goldie doesn’t go around destroying everything he touches. It’s so liberating!”

Fluttershy leaned into the elevator shaft to see what was above her. It was dark, making it hard for her to see where the elevator was.

“Oh well, I’ll just fly up,” she shrugged.

The shy girl backed up about twenty feet, then charged towards the door and leapt into the shaft. She kept her wings close, flapping them rapidly to avoid becoming entangled in the cables that hung down the middle of the passage as she made her ascent. Eventually, she got the hang of flying this way and started gaining upward momentum, increasing her speed to deadly levels.

By the time Fluttershy reached the elevator car, she was travelling fast enough to smash through the floor, and then through the ceiling before she continued upwards, giggling uncontrollably at the glimpses of shocked faces that she caught when she passed through the elevator like a bullet through a skull.

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxW9iekNSek