E4P1

some say that dreams are just your mind sorting of the days events. others say they are a prediction of the future. while others still say they are nothing but random flashes of synapses connecting everything like the price of tea in china.

for sales however he never had a dream. he had nightmares.
a replay of that one fatefull night a year or two ago.
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Virgina conversion bureau one year and ten months ago. 8:30PM.

The first blast rocked the entire building. it was designed to break through the outer wall of the compound. the enhabitants of the building were soon up and running.. knowing precicely what had happened.
the HLF. they had sent a message a few weeks before.. a fake celestia rag doll hung from one of the streetlamps outside.. and covered in blood. equine blood. pony blood to be more specific.
the bureau went into lockdown shortly after due to "possible risks"...

too bad none of the possible risks were C-4 on the walls.

Sales was one of 14 people to be converted the following day. his parents also were there. they wanted to go through it as a family. his mom was todays last transformation and his dad would have been the first of the morning.
if you ask sales the one thing he remembers most about the day.. he will say he does not remember anything but the sirens.
he lies.

he remembers everything in every gristly detail.

Sales' mom stirs him from his sleep and asks him to follow bunsen beaker and featherwind to the conversion room. the stronghold of any facility.
he does so.
as sales enters the sealed room he first things he noticed were that all the ponies where here exept for the unicorns.
the second was only the human kids were there.

the third was they locked the doors... with his parents outside.
now here is where the exactness of his memory would begin to get a little fuzzy.
what seemed like years.. millenia or even eons passed.
soon sales thought they would open the vault door and it would be after a nucular apocolypse. where equestria, the HLF, and most if not all of the human race would be gone.
three taps on the rocketproof glass of the door shook him and most of the ponies and kids out of the stupor.
"come out to play little ponies.. we wont harm you" a voice said through the door.
"by Celestia no! we will not." beaker said standing up
"well then i guess we start killing every hostage one by one. First up a unicorn.. had to snap the horns of these guys.. magic is a finniky business. but lets tap into the..."
a buzz signals the speakers all around the bureau followed by the mans voice "the Public Adress System... so EVERYONE can hear...  now then miss unicorn... what is your name?
"golden h-harmony" a higher toned voice came out of the speakers.
a few of the kids gasped at the name. harmony was the unicorn in charge of the nighttime magic class.
"good.. now miss pony.. i want you to beg.. beg the kiddies inside the door there to open up and save you." the man said again, his voice crackling through the speaker.
"i w-wont." golden harmony said before a gunshot echoed was heard followed by a scream.
"one down.. a few dozen more to go... i will let you discuss."

in his dreams sales flinches visibly.. he knows what is going to happen next.. even if his younger self did not.

"BZZZZ times up. next unicorn... your name please?"
"diane kital."
sales blinks and jumps up "m-mom"
"diane? huh.. a newpony.. tell me diane. did you come here alone?"
"yes i did"
sales runs for the door but a shadow desends upon him. featherwind holds him down
"dont kid. all that will happen is they will rush in and kill us all." he says almost coldly
"oh really? because i happen to know one of my fellas took a locket from around your neck.. and it shows a picture of a very handsom man... and a baby boy. the man who.. my associate here says is in our lineup, and i can assume that your baby is in the locked room. but first things first.. lets bring in daddy"
the speaker picks up the sound of a door opening followed by four new voices sounding like a struggle.
"now.. whats your name sir?"
"bite me."
"tsk tsk.. language. i will assume it is Mr. James Kital. yes.. we can read the files. now then.. i want to talk directly to Sales. i know you are in there.. and if you dont hurry and open that door i will have to paint this hallway red with... well i will let you assume with what." the speaker falls silent and sales struggles more..
a few more pegasai struggle to keep sales down as the minutes tick down.
"and we are back.. tell me sales.. why would you let your parents die like this? why? well any last words of begging?" the man says
"only three." Mr. Kital says "we love you son."
"sorry that was four. now say goodbye."
the speaker picks up the last words of mr and mrs kital.
"i love you" they say right before the gunshot.
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present day. 2 AM
sales bolts up in bed "DAD! MOM!"
silence is in the room.. silence exept for one thing.
the sobs of a fourteen year old crying out for his parents.