A/N: This was written after wondering if it was possible for one of my characters to get lost, since most of them have vast knowledge of magic, and other worlds, and to explain how the alternate universe I'm working on came to be. This will also reference an alternate dimension still in development. I will reveal the characters for that eventually. Anyway, on with the show!
Dusk desperately raced through the portal on Igne, the nightmare Pegasus she had conjured, to escape the humans, who were accusing her of witchcraft, pursuing her. Igne's flaming hooves pounded against the misty, and spectral ground as it rippled like water. The portal closed, cutting the humans off, and letting Dusk escape. Dusk spurred Igne once more, urging him to run faster. Igne whinnied, but didn't disobey her. A nightmare always obeys its conjurer, no matter the cost.
Dusk clutched her side as the pain returned. The humans got her good. There wasn't much that could pierce nightmare armor. It was either a sanctified of weapon of any kind, a silver weapon, or a silver bullet, and the latter was exactly what she was attacked with. She needed help, and fast. She lifted her hand to see blood, her blood. She directed Igne to the right. She knew the way home like the back of her, now bloody, hand. She held on tight as Igne leaped through the portal. Even with Igne spreading his black leathery wings to soften the landing, it was still a bit too rough for Dusk. She cried out, and clutched her side. She urged Igne to a sudden stop. Igne stopped rather abruptly, nearly hitting Dusk in the head with the back of his neck, and pawed at the ground. Dusk looked around, expecting to see the town she lived in, only to find herself in a train yard.
"Fuck." Dusk grimaced and hissed as the pain got worse. She must have missed the turn when she was looking at the severity of her wound, and now she was in an entirely different realm, but that didn't matter now. She needed her to wound to be tended to. She looked up at the night sky. It was almost dawn. Igne couldn't help her any longer. She carefully slid off Igne's back, and patted its side.
"Igne, you are dismissed." Dusk hissed in pain as her wound throbbed. She knew it wasn't good to move around much while she was like this, but she had no choice. She had to find help, and fast. Igne snorted as a portal to the Nightmare Realm appeared, and then ambled through the portal. The portal quickly closed behind him, and disappeared. Dusk released the nightmare armor she had conjured, and it turned to a thick black mist before disappearing just as the sun peeked over the horizon, letting her take a good look at the wound. The bullet hole was just above her pelvis, and had barely missed her internal organs. She decided it would be best to revert to her cat form and search for help, than to walk around in her true form. If one leg goes numb if the bullet hit a nerve, or becomes paralyzed, she could still get around on just three legs. She relaxed, and let the transformation take place. Her skin gave way to black and white fur as she shrank in size, and took the form of a cat. Once the transformation was complete, she slowly limped around the train yard.
The best thing to do now was to find shelter, and try to heal the wound herself, but who knows how much energy it would take to heal it. She just picked what looked like a large shed, and slipped through a small crack in the wall. The sight in front of her made her stop dead in her tracks. There was, what looked like, a pink humanoid observation coach of some sort, fast asleep on a couch. She had never seen anything quite like this before. Perhaps she could stick around and explore this world after her wound healed. She wasn't sure if it was safe to approach this coach or not. Was it hostile? Was it a predator? She didn't know. The world started to turn grey, and her legs began to feel like jelly. She had no choice but to ask for help.
Pearl grunted softly in her sleep as she felt something soft brush against her hand. It was probably one of the cats that Control kept around to keep the mice away. She then jumped awake as she felt something warm, and wet on her fingers. She looked down over the edge of the couch to see a black cat with white under parts, white paws, and a white tail tip meowing at her, and rubbing its side against her hand. She looked at her hand, and her eyes grew wide. There was blood on her hands. The cat's meows became more faint, and the cat was starting to stumble, as if it was about to pass out. She quickly picked up the cat. The cat yowled a little, but didn't bite her. She sat up, and looked the cat over, looking for the source of the cat's bleeding. Her heart sank when she saw the wound on the cat's flank. Who would do such a thing to an innocent animal? The cat was certainly good natured. Even in pain, it purred. She felt tears begin to form in her eyes. Who would do such a thing to a sweet cat? She had to help the poor creature. She quickly got up, and raced out of the shed, cradling the cat in her arms.
Dusk began to fade in and out of consciousness. She was all too familiar with this from a few injuries she had received during The Great War, but this one very well could be the one that kills her. She felt what she thought was the cold embrace of death, and she blacked out.
Pearl began to skate even faster as she felt the cat grow limp. She wasn't sure if Wrench would be any help, but it would be worth a try. She was afraid the cat would die in her very arms. She almost didn't stop in time to keep herself from running into the door of Wrench's clinic. She burst through the door, and Wrench woke up with a start. The repair truck flicked on the lights, and yawned as she gave Pearl a puzzled, and slightly agitated, look.
"Please, Wrench, this poor cat was shot!" Pearl sobbed, and pointed at the wound. Wrench rubbed the back of her neck, unsure if she could operate on an animal. She lacked the experience of human, let alone animal, medicine, but no creature deserves to die like this.
"I'll see what I can do, but I cannot guarantee that I can be of much help, let alone promise the cat would make it through the operation." Wrench gently lifted the cat into her arms. The cat was a little cold. That wasn't good. She needed to hurry if she was to save this cat's life, but she wasn't sure how she was going to pull it off with no experience in caring for such a fragile being. She set the cat down on a blanket, and accessed Electra's database, searching for the proper procedure. Once she had stored it to her system memory, she made sure Pearl was outside before she started the operation. She didn't think Pearl would be able to watch her do this.
Pearl was on the brink of tears. The very fact that the cat might not make it broke her heart. It was such a sweet animal, and apparently someone tried to kill it. She waited for what seemed hours as the sun rose into the sky as Wrench attempted to save the cat. Wrench finally emerged with blood on her hands, a grizzly sight. Pearl held back a gag. Wrench gestured for her to come inside as she washed the blood off her hands. Pearl reluctantly rolled through the door.
"The cat survived, but I will have to monitor its recovery. Once it is healed, I will return it to you, so you may find a proper owner for it." Wrench didn't tell her all the details. The distinct shine of the bullet told her this was no ordinary cat. Someone would not waste a valuable silver bullet for a normal cat. She decided it was best to keep her mouth shut about that to prevent raising an alarm. Pearl felt a wave of relief. That was a huge weight off her shoulders.
"Oh thank Starlight. The poor thing is so sweet, and I couldn't let it suffer." Pearl was faced with a dilemma. She couldn't keep the cat, but the cat needed a home. Perhaps... a good friend of hers could keep the cat. That is, if her friend's lover would allow it.
A/N: Phew! The first chapter is finally done! Before people start screaming Mary Sue at me, I'll explain why I tend to reuse my characters. I put my characters in alien situations to help create their personality, and just to see how they would react to such a situation. Or in other words, my characters are part of an original idea of mine, and are being experimented with. They do not recall any other situation they have been in before hand, so it won't interfere with whatever they are currently going through. Once again, this is just the explanation for my alternate universe, and the sequel, which has the alternate universe in action, will be much darker, just giving everyone a warning. This will also get slightly dark... and have some naughty jokes, so be prepared. Anyway, see you in the next chapter!