Mothership

4

"Sometimes I wonder what came over me that day, I shouldn't have done what I did, But of course, I can't change the past. Nobody can."

Hurried shouting could be heard from just outside Maraal's designated room, it filled the air of the massive building with a sense of panic. Maraal growled angrily and ruffled his hair as he sat up, what could be so important that nobody would shut up about it? He figured it was probably nothing, he got out of bed and changed into his uniform anyway, he was awake now, no point in avoiding his responsibilities. What he opened his door to was half exactly what he expected, half what he had been dreading.
No, anything but this, I'm not ready for this... "Hey, Shady guy get your saws! there's a big skirmish happening outside the east gate!" Shouted one of the few male medics in training, Maraal rolled his eyes angrily, he ran to his bedside and pulled two medium-sized amputation saws from underneath his pillow. He knew it was strange, but he never felt safe without them, after retrieving the saws he ran out of the tent, sprinting to catch up to the group of medics. He silently cursed them all for thinking they could just leave him behind like that, he ran up to the front of the group to walk beside his teacher, Nurse Anvera.
Over the time since he had first become an apprentice they had grown closer, she was much nicer to him now that they had gotten to know each other- it probably had something to do with her being his aunt too. Nobody said anything they just walked, this went on for about half an hour before they finally saw their new setup, the only problem was there was a large battle happening in between them and the medical supplies.
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"Couldn't have fought a little further to left, could they?" Said a particularly quirky female, she had pale grey fur and blue eyes, and like almost everybody else, she didn't like battles. Anvera sighed angrily, pulling out her owns shiny saws, "we'll go through them, if anyone gives you trouble..." She paused for a moment, scanning the scene, "Kill them." A few of the apprentices looked surprised, all their eyes showed the exact same reaction,
we're healers, we can't do that! Nurse Anvera nodded, putting her saws away, she had taught them well, indeed they would not go through the middle of the battlefield. Maraal however, did not put his saws back into their resting place, why should he?
Nurse Anvera led the way around the battleground, they walked in ditches, hiding behind trees so they weren't spotted by the enemy.
Finally, they reached the medic base, Anvera turned to them, "alright, line up." She said calmly, her face was dark and foreboding, the apprentices obliged and lined up. She tapped a few of them on the shoulder, including Maraal. "you will be field medics, you go out and find the wounded, the rest of us will tend to them." The selected apprentices nodded in acceptance and sprinted out of the front entrance, Maraal swallowed hard and followed them into the turmoil. He was greeted by a scene of chaos, he turned just in time to jump out of the way of an enemy soldier, he tripped over something and crashed to the ground, he looked to see what had tripped him. He held stared in horror at the mangled bodies of the other apprentices, he leapt to his feet looking about frantically, searching for an escape, they were losing! How could the Anamoni be losing now when they'd won so much!? He didn't care anymore, he couldn't help anyone like this, he sprinted away from the horrific scene, pushing enemy and ally out of his way. Eventually he reached a clear patch far away from the fighting. Maraal plopped himself down on a large rock, thinking about the horrors he had witnessed. What he didn't know was that he was not alone, a large enemy soldier had become disoriented from the fight and stumbled away, into the clearing. Maraal stepped away from the enemy, the enemies' green-ish grey fur was matted with lavender blood, noticing Maraal she lunged straight at him, swinging her fists at him in a blinded rage.
Maraal awkwardly ducked beneath each blow, the two saws he held in his hands were almost forgotten until he remembered them. Maraal clutched them tightly and ducked underneath another swinging punch, but another swing that he had not anticipated sent him flying into a mound of rocks, he yelped in shock as he collided with the hard rocks, luckily he was uninjured. However, he did not let go of the saws, something struck him, an idea. The undersized Anamoni whined pitifully and sank to the ground, feigning serious injury.
The soldier fell for his trick, running straight at him to finish him off, there was a tiny gap in her armour, if he could just- yes! Just as the massive soldier got close enough to finish him off, Maraal stuck the two saws out in front of him. The large, otherworldly soldier let out a shriek of pain as both of the sharp blades rammed into her front, had she gone slower she could've saved herself from this gruesome death. But now, she lay on the ground in a pool of her own purple blood. Maraal stood over her, staring into her terrified eyes, he felt so cruel doing this, "I'm sorry." He said softly, kneeling down, he tapped the place where her faltering heart was beating with the edge of his saw, he lifted it up and then brought it down, killing her immediately. He returned to the medic base just before the horrific skirmish broke apart, he even helped a wounded soldier who had broken his leg return to his own base.
After that Maraal didn't say anything for a few hours, he was thinking of a terrible experiment.
A disgusting idea, simply awful, too horrible for proper words.
Genius.