One rainy day (not really, I think it was sunny) I decided to write a story. And why would I choose to write a fanfiction on a show for little girls, of all things? Well, why not? Anyways, hope you enjoy.
I've got to get out of here. Right now. I'm not spending any more time with these bloodthirsty psychopaths, I'm not going to slip deeper into the abyss.
This place is fueled with anger, hatred, and, of course, the smell of blood slain from helpless victims. How I hadn't noticed for so long? Well, I guess I was so blinded in my own quest for happiness that I somehow ended up here. Must sound sick, huh? I could try to justify it, but it's no use.
I honestly don't know why I'm still here. Don't know where else to go, I guess. Well, who am I kidding, I do. Somewhere that's not here. Duh. But and can't be that easy, can it? Surely there will be heat. I can't deny that. But if it leads to a bigger corridor, I can take it. Anything to live a semi-normal, happy life. Really find myself, perhaps. I'm going to break free. Free from the chains of the people who put the bread down and kept me "safe." No decisions are on my part right now, just "do this" or "do that." In return, I get my basic provisions. Maybe the occasional gift. "Gift."
What the fuck is wrong with me? Well, I suppose I would've been in a much worse situation had I rejected. Or would I? It couldn't have been that bad, now that I think of it. Never mind, I'd rather not. Oh, what the hell is that?! Shit, I need to go.
"Lightbolt, up!" He heard a voice yell. Jumping out of bed, he quickly rolled up his possessions and saluted. He looked around to see the familiar dreary stormclouds that they seemed to frequent so often.
"Good to see you sir."
"Yeah, whatever," responded The Leader, a dark pony with menacing eyes. "Now I need you to go talk some sense into some fools who think they can challenge our authority. They're talking about killing us off or something like that." The pony smirked at the thought. He had a jet black coat that had scars all over; battle scars he wore proudly. His face was dominated by his angry expression that never seemed to fade. A dark, mysterious trail followed him, same as the others (when they were in form, of course.)
"You leave in 10 minutes. I will brief you on the location once you are ready. Now get into form, would you?"
"Yes sir," Lightbolt responded. He closed his eyes and looked down, transforming into what could be considered a completely different pony. His greyish azure coat shaded into a wicked black, his mane and tail went from its brilliant blue to fire and ashes, and his teeth morphed into bloody fangs. He put his armor on and snarled, The Leader nodding in approval. "Excellent," he said in a villainous voice.
Lightbolt was then left to his own thoughts. He pondered about how he could escape; he would have to go stealthily for sure, as there was no way he could take on all of them at once. But how?
"Okay, Lightbolt!" The leader said harshly, breaking his train of thought. "There they are, way out there in those pathetic makeshift tents. Get in there and scare them off by any means necessary. Take anything that may be useful as well, and get back up here."
"I'm on it." Lighbolt said. He quietly coasted down to under the treeline and started making his way towards the encampment. Perhaps they will have something of use stored up in there, he thought. Something that can be of use to me.
As he saw the tents come into view, he flew down, ducked behind a bush and scouted out the area: a few tattered tents sat scattered around a clearing, and in the center was a group of makeshift boxes. At the far end of the camp, he spotted two earth ponies conversing. That's it? He thought. Well, I suppose I should go in. He heard rustling behind him, but didn't think much of it.
"Get the fuck out of here, both of you!" His voice was of terrifying ferocity. The two earth ponies sat wide-eyed and in shock, unable to move. "This is your last and only warning! Now! Unless you would like to die, of course!" The ponies then dashed off as fast as they possibly could, not looking back once.
Once they were gone, Lightbolt started to feel a sorrowful feeling overcoming him, as he seriously doubted those two even wanted any trouble. The Leader had a notable reputation of ordering his ponies to terrorize innocents.
He reluctantly traipsed around the clearing looking for salvageable materials and cleared the area, but was then brutally bowled over by an inexplicable force.
"Ssssssshit!" He shrieked in pain. Unable to move, he looked to his left flank to see a brutal, grisly gash.
"Lightbolt, you've been doing a great service to us," he heard a wickedly familiar voice say quietly. "But unfortunately, we don't need you anymore. I am terribly sorry." With that, he felt an excruciating blow to the face and nothing else.
What seemed to be green leaves started to come into the view of Lightbolt's eyes, albeit very slowly. Soon he could start to hear the sounds of birds chirping and a seemingly distant conversation. As he started to regain feeling, however, he started to seethe in pain from his wounds. He tried looking around amidst the agony, noticing his body was back to its original form. But he wasn't able to think much more than that due to the extreme pain in his head, and he sat there incessantly in misery, eventually slipping back into unconsciousness.
The second time his eyes opened, things were undeniably clearer. He was able to make out that he was still in the same general area he was knocked out, or at least he assumed. After much hesitation, Lightbolt cautiously moved his head to get a better view of his surroundings; the same deserted camp was vaguely in view through a thicket of bushes, and the area was surrounded by the same dense forest.
"Ugh," he sighed in pain, but also in relief. Well, it happened. Not exactly the way he planned, but it did. He was free, presumably at least.
Lightbolt could feel a small wave of serenity flow over him, despite his aching body, and let out a small smile as he lied there. "I'm free…I'm free…" He whispered ever so quietly, embracing the moment, The Leader unwittingly giving him the greatest gift of all.
Feeling a flash of confidence, Lightbolt gingerly tried moving his right back leg, and then his injured left. Surprisingly, it only caused a small amount of pain to flow through his bones. With that in mind, he steadily attempted to rise. At first an excruciating throbbing coused through his nerves, but once he was fully up and leaning against the coarse bark of a tree for support, the pain subdued considerably. He took the chance to take a good look at his wounds; his left back leg was still marred by a large, bloody gash, but the swelling had gone down. Other than that, he only had a few bruises and presumably a hoove print in the face. His large wings seemed to be relatively unscathed. "I'm a lucky bastard," he mumbled.
Lighbolt first went in the camp and grabbed some materials, and then hobbled along into the deep forest dragging the stuff, being careful not to fall. Eventually, he came along a small pristine stream and sighed when he realized how thirsty he was. Taking big gulps from the stream, he decided to set up camp in the direct vicinity. By my decision, he thought happily.
Lightbolt started to organize the materials he took from the camp: a roll of hay, some kind of game-like meat, a small metal canteen, and a tent.
"Nice," He exclaimed, but then immediately silenced himself to avoid attracting attention. It was too late however, and his heart skipped a beat when he heard a vicious snarl honing in closer and closer. A large gray timberwolf broke through the underbrush, fangs showing, and barreled towards him. "No! Please don't!" Defensless Lightbolt yelped before curling up on the ground and bracing for inevitable impact.
But to his suprise, the bloodthirsty beast leaped right over him and engaged combat with something else; Lightbolt whipped around to see it was a dark pony of his size with that black coat and ashes as a mane.
"Holy shit..." He murmured in shock as the wolf brutally ripped out the pegasus's jugular, leaving him lifeless on the ground in a mess of gore. Growling deeply, the wolf quickly whipped around to face the blue pegasus and slowly prowled towards him.
"H-hey..." Stuttered Lightbolt as calmly as he could, still stunned. "Do you w-want some, uh... Food?" The wolf's ears shot up and a more friendly expression grew on his face, clearly not intent on beating Lighbolt to a pulp.
"H-hang on just a moment," he said as he scrambled over to his supplies and pulled out some deer meat. "T-there ya go."
The wolf slowly approached the food and sniffed the food tentatively. Obviously approving, he snarfed it down. Then, to Lightbolt's surprise, he actually came over, licked him a few times, and plopped down by his side. Hmm, guess I'm a natural, he supposed.
Feeling relieved and actually somewhat comforted by the wolf's presence, Lightbolt started thinking out loud about the issue at hand. "I need to get the hell out of here before they send more, sooner or later they will find out about that guy and..." He heard the wolf whining lightly, making him wonder.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked inquisitively. The wolf got up and nudged Lightbolt, a sad expression on his face.
"Oh, you want more food?" The wolf thought for a second, and then shook his head, nudging Lightbolt again.
"Oh... You can understand me!" The wolf nodded, and then stood saluting.
"Ah... You want to... Stay with me...?"
He nodded vigorously, a happy expression on his face.
"Oh, of course! And... Thank you so much for, you know, saving me. I'm in a bit of a tough situation if you can see," he said, pointing to his left side. The wolf nodded once more, and then bolted off.
Lightbolt sat there in confusion for a few minutes, wondering if he would come back. But sure enough he did, carefully balancing a mix of forest herbs. He brought it over to Lightbolt and used his large paw to point at the leg wound.
"Ah, I see..." Lightbolt cautiously put the blend of leaves on his leg, feeling an instant pain relief.
"You're a lifesaver!" He declared, the gray wolf smiling cheerfully. "Now, once I heal up fully we need to keep moving and get to another part of Equestria. Somewhere safe from those guys."
Over the next two days, Lightbolt taught his new friend, who he decided to name Scout, to only attack aggressors. He certainly didn't want to cause problems wherever he ended up. On the third day,feeling fully healed, he came to the decision to mobilize. After much traveling with his companion, he came across a sign:
Ponyville: 5 miles.
Well there you go, my first attempt to write something significant in my free time. Chapters one and two are mostly complete, so expect them to be out soon. :]
Peace out,
pinkfloydzoso