This is a remake of the story everyone liked so much, because the old one was just full of plot holes and stupid twists. Think of that story as a rough draft. This one will mostly stay the same, because a lot of people liked the original one. This one will have a deeper look at Ven's original life, his relationships with the ponies, coping with the loss of his parents, more suicidal tendencies (yay), how other ponies react to him, and just a lot more story.
The original was more or less smaller stories put together to try and make a story, where as this one will have a real storyline. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to have my fun with messing with ventus' life, but this one will be more storylike-with bumps in the road, hooray!- which you will like in the long run.
The main reason I'm rebooting this story is because I've gotten a lot of complaints about the sequel, and Yes, I know, its confusing and it sucks and blah blah blah, I'm sorry. That's why I need to reboot the series, because the 2nd one was rushed, and I have no idea what I'm doing, and blah blah blah. I'm not the best writer y'know. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the reboot. P.S. Later on, This story will change perspectives, between 1st and 3rd.
They said that all they had found were 2 small rings, Silver. One of them was a womans, the other, a mans. The woman's ring was missing the diamond, and the only way you could tell that it was a woman's ring was because of the setting. Out of both of the rings, the setting was the most damaged, to the point where you could physically see burn marks.
December 12, 1996. I was born as Artyom Snow to my parents, Yuri Snow and Lara Snow. In Rossosh, Russia . the doctors remarked how lucky I was to be alive, and it was impossible for my eyes to be the way they were. Heterochromia. Purple in the right, Red in the left. Where everyone else thought I was weird, my parents thought I was beautiful.
May 17th, 2002. I was 6. That's when my parents were killed in a fire accident at our house. Luckily, I was out with a friend of mine. Her mom was baby sitting us, and she had taken us to the park across town. When we had gotten back, The fire was put out, and 2 body bags were hauled straight past me. One of the police officers asked me if I had anywhere to go.
"Your mommy and daddy are gone now. They're in a better place. Do you have any place to stay?"
"Мама? папа? Mister, Where are my parents?"
"They're in a much nicer place, and they miss you very much. They wish they could be with you."
I hadn't understood at the time, I thought they were taking them away from me. I feel bad now that I understand. I had yelled at the policeman, but somehow I knew he understood that I wasn't trying to hurt his feelings. Before they had taken me to an orphanage, one of the firemen had found 2 silver rings. They were my parents wedding rings. How they survived, I still don't know to this day. He gave them to me after they cooled down, and told me "Ваши родители будут с вами до тех пор, пока у вас есть эти."
November 29th, 2005. I was less than a month away from turning 9 when I was adopted by my american foster parents. This is it! I had thought,This is where my troubles end, no more will the other kids make fun of my eyes, because now I'm going to live in america! The land of opportunity!They had looked so nice, I thought they were going to be great parents.
I was wrong. As soon as I had gotten to my new "home", they had started yelling at me and beating me up. I didn't know english very well at the time, I thought I had done something wrong. They told me to go to my room, which was basically just a room with a cardboard box on the floor. This was my bed. I tried to please them, but everytime I tried, they would yell at me. Whenever I spoke my language they would hit me and say "Speak American!" They changed my name from Artyom, to Boy, not legally thank the lord. I thought It couldn't get worse. Then they showed me public school.
It was here where everything started to get worse. The kids made fun of my eyes, the teachers were angry and frustrated that they had to teach me english. It truly was hell.
December 22nd, 2005. It was my birthday. I expected cake and presents, or at least a hug. They locked me in the attic with no light, no food, and just a mirror. I hated what I looked like. I hated my own image. I hated being trapped. In fact... I was scared of it. I screamed for them to let me out, but it was no use.
March 6th, 2009. I had finally learned proper english. My foreign accent was gone. No one harassed me as much. Brick, the main bully and the principles son, was bored with harassing me and went off to harass a new muslim kid. But I couldn't let that happen.
"Haha, go pray to allah you Bomb wielding-"
"Hey brick leave him alone. C'mon man."
"Whatchu want man? We finally done harassing you, and you want us to do it again?"
"No, You're an ass, just lay off him, I'll take it instead"
"Alright you freak."
That was my first friend in america.
June 23rd, 2010. My friend, Eric, left me. He had to go to a different school. He left the state. I was so pissed. And sad. Why did he have to go, It wasn't fair. I took his punishment, and he leaves a year later! I grabbed a razor from the bathroom, and ran out our back yard and into the forest behind our house. There I cut myself all around my arm after climbing up a tree. This became a regular thing after that.
April 3rd, 2012: I had gotten a job that gave tips. While I hadn't been payed a lot, in my first day I made $14. Great.
June 16th, 2012. I found a stray dog in the was black and white, furry all over, and it was a male dog. If I had to take a wild guess and say what type of dog he was, I'd say he looked like a collie. He had a brown leather collar, but no name or anything. The dog had wimpered, And I could tell he had not eaten in a while. Making a quick decision, I ran back to my house, snuck some bread out before my foster parents saw and ran back to the dog.. I gave the bread to the dog, hoping he'd take it. He did and, after a while, he laid down, so I sat next to him. I put my hand so he could smell me, and get familiar with my scent; Then I put it on his coat, and stroked his fur which, surprisingly, he let me. We stayed there until it got dark. Fearing he would freeze in this part of the country, I made him a small makeshift house, with grass covering the top in cased it rained. He went to lie down under it and gave me a look as if to say "Thanks for your help. Guess I'll see you later then?"
August 30th, 2012: I found Danya covered in a pool of blood. He was shot. Danya, The collie, was murdered. I had just bought him a name tag too... Danya- The gift from god, as the name meant. I choked, and had to stop myself from crying, yet unable to help myself, A few tears escaped, and so did a was gone from me forever, just like my parents. I carefully Removed his collar, and put it in my pocket. He was the only thing that had loved me on this earth, and I loved him too. He would die with Honor. The first thing I did was walk back to my house, and get the shovel from the garage. That's where my foster dad had confronted me.
"Where you heading off to so late?"
"I'm making amends, and saying goodbye, отец" I had hissed.
"Oh, with that dog I Shot earlier?"
I had been frozen in place. What did he say?
As if he read my mind, he continued "Oh yeah, I knew it was you. I knew you loved that dog. But it was a stray, and you could've been hurt, son" He smiled.
"YOU DID THAT?" I screamed. I was so upset. I hit the side of his head with the shovel, making a loud DING as it came into contact with his skull. He went out like a light, and fell to the ground, limp. Blood ran out of his nose.
I could kill you now, Right here. Then I could bury you, and no one would have to put up with your shit. But I did the right thing. I walked away, and buried the dog. My Dog. Danya.
"Иьлл мисс ю "
It is now January 12th, 2013. With the money I had earned from working, I had finally been able to purchase some fairly used clothes. I bought a striped jacket with black, grey, and burgundy stripes, with fur on the inside of it, giving it a soft-to-the-touch feeling. Jeans were the next thing I bought. Although they had holes in them, they were still comfy. I needed a new backpack, and thankfully, they had just that. A brown messenger bag. It actually completed my last thing I bought were some light green sneakers, that had some bounce plate or something at the bottom of the shoe, that supposedly helped out backs. Which was good, since I started having back problems due to my climbing.. I had spare change left over, But didn't know what to do with it. I thought about getting a necklace, but stopped myself. The only thing I wore around my neck was Danya's collar along with his nametag, and my parents wedding rings. Everyone made fun of me until I told them what happened. Then they felt pity for me, but by then I didn't care; He lived on through me, and I made sure of it.
But enough about that. This was the day I kill myself.
I had enough of life, I just wanted to be with my parents...and Danya. The new clothes were the only luxury I could afford, And I wanted to die wearing what I wanted, not crappy hand-me-downs that I wore during school. I wasn't afraid of hell, I mean, How could I be; I lived it. I was now in the forest. I climbed the tree next to where I buried Danya, easily able to climb up thanks to the 6 months of practice. The tree branches were sticky, and covered in tree sap. Every once in awhile, I would stop, and look around.
The beauty was amazing. The tree's looked gorgeous, and the way the sunlight went through it made it look even more magical. This was my sanctuary, no one else ever came back into this magnificent place, and I wasn't sure why. Surely people have seen this beautiful place, right? Who wouldn't want to be here. I could live in these trees. Then I climbed up some more.
I finally reached one of the tallest tree branches. It was a long way down, but I didn't intend to climb back down. I pulled the razor out of my back pocket, and rolled up my sleeves, looking at where the previous scars were, all of them above or below the wrist, never on point. Until now.
I slashed my left wrist, then before I could react , I slashed the right. A good deal of blood flowed out, And I closed my eyes, hugging the tree branch. The sound of the world- the birds chirping, the squirrels jumping from tree branch to tree branch- was growing quiet, as if they were waiting to see what happened next at the suspenseful part of a movie. I held on to the branch as long as I could, until my hands grew weaker. Reluctantly, I let go, and fell...and fell...and fell...
I never felt myself hit the ground
I felt myself leaning against something hard. A tree? Probably, It felt like it. Is this what being dead feels like? It's not comfortable or nice or anything like in the brochure. I opened my eyes lazily, my wrist's being the first thing I looked at.
That's...Impossible...
I looked down at where I slashed my wrist's, where I should have bled to death, but instead of open wounds, There were just scars. How had they closed up so quickly? I inspected my should-be-fatal wounds. The scar on the left had a more prominent cut and straight in the middle, while the one on the right looked my sloppily cut, and at a weird angle. Maybe...Maybe this is heaven, and It doesn't need an explanation. Maybe my parents are here!
With the thought of seeing my real parents, I hauled myself off the ground. I hadn't checked my surroundings before, so I did so now. It looked like a forest, not MY forest, but a rather different looking forest. There were weird looking plants sprouting out from the grass and twisted in loops and weird angles, and vines hanging from the trees. But... it wasn't the type of tree that vines hung off of. The forest had all types of trees; Redwood, Pine, Oak, Elm, a couple of wide Yew trees, all with vines hanging off of them. I think I even saw a willow tree to my right, but with no vines, Which meant that maybe there was a lake that's where I'm heading first. I walked and brushed past the weird bushes and vines that hung, and nearly walked straight into a lake. "Woah," I said without realizing it "That was close." Upon further inspection, I found out that it was not a lake, but a river. Guess I'm following it. Maybe it'll take me somewhere.
It started to get just a little bit warmer the way I was going. I could feel it. The day was nice, and so was the walk, although it had been cold at first. Luckily for me the fur in my jacket kept me warm. I had snuck up on a bunch of squirrels, pretending I was a predator, before deciding to use my better judgement. Wouldn't want to get bit. Rabies would be bad. The rings and nametag jingled with each stride I took.
Something caught my eye. I turned my head towards what looked like a stone pillar. "At least this is some sign i'm heading in the right direction...I hope." I jumped, bounced off one tree and grabbed a branch on another tree that I wouldn't have been able to make if I just jumped. I hauled myself up, and hopped from tree to tree until I made it to the stone pillars. "What the...?"
In front of me were stone ruins that looked like they used to be a part of a castle. I wanted to explore it some more, but it looked like where the bridge was supposed to be was ...Better not. I'm getting hungry anyway, gotta find food now. Besides, I can see the clearing up ahead. Maybe I'll make it before it gets dark.
I didn't make it by nightfall. But I did make it to the city (about 3 hours after dark). I was starving, and my stomach made it clear it was . I pulled out my wallet and counted the bills. "1, 2, 7, 17...$22. I hope this still holds value in heaven." I put the $10, two $5, and two $1 dollar bills back into my wallet, and continued walking towards the town.
Up ahead there was a sign. When I got closer to it, I could see that the sign had taken some damage, and had some holes and dirt stuck to it. Regardless, I read the sign.
Welcome to
DODGE JUNCTION
A quaint little town
POP: 379
A rather small town. "Guess I'll look and see if any shops are open." I whispered. Walking around the town, I found that no stores were open. I was getting frustrated. The next shop I went to, instead of walking by, I grabbed the door and yanked. Surprisingly, it was open. Jackpot baby! I walked inside and immediately spotted a small loaf of bread. Nice, What's bread nowadays, like $1.50? I guess I'll just pay them $2, more of a sorry I broke into your store. But...It's not stealing if I pay for it right? I mean-
SHUT UP AND TAKE THE DAMN BREAD. I pulled out my wallet, left the two one dollar bills and took the bread. I carefully closed the door, not to make a sound and thankful that the door didn't creak.
I took a bite out of the bread. "Oh man, this is the most delicious bread I've ever eaten." Find food: Check. Lets see bear grylls do that. Next item on the list is...:Find shelter. Well I think I see a comfy train. Without hesitation, I walked towards the train, hopped up onto the boarding area, then climbed up on the top of the train. It was a rather old train, not one of the new high speed bullet trains they had in japan, so getting inside should be easy. I finished the bread, and got on my hands and knees on the last train car. This one had no windows and no doors, which I could only think meant it was the luggage area. I felt around grabbed what felt like a handle and heard something click. I pulled up, and saw luggage and boxes and crates all around the car.
I slipped inside, and started to close the secret top door. It'll be nice to- OW OW OW. I lifted the door up and pulled my hand back. "Owwww, Ohhhh owowow." I smashed my finger closing the door. глупый, watch your hands next time. I squeezed my smashed finger to try and null the pain, and it took some of the pain away. after a couple of minutes, the pain dulled enough for me to use it. I pulled some luggage away and made myself a spot near the corner and under the shelves. I debated using my jacket as a pillow, but I decided not too, and instead, used my bag as the pillow.. I pulled some crates and small luggage near myself to make it look like nothing had been moved around without making myself uncomfortable. Before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.
The first thing that happened when I woke was I hit my nose against something "Ow." I stirred and opened my eyes. The suns rays hit my eyes, so I closed them until I could get out. There was no room to stretch, so I had to kick the luggage away from me so I could crawl out. I then got up and stretched while opening my eyes. I looked out the window on the back door. We were moving. I'm uh...I'm not sure if I should be here? What if this is the train for hell? Or, maybe it's heaven. Who knows, better go see where I'm going. After Idly standing for a minute and stretching, I grabbed my messenger, slipped it on, and opened the door. The warm wind hit my face, and it felt nice to be in the sun for a while. I opened the next door, walked through, and closed it. This train car looked like it was a dining car. My stomach rumbled in agreement. I'll eat later.
This car seemed to have no one on it either. I hadn't noticed how much I needed to use the bathroom either. "Oh great." I looked around the train car, and, lucky for me, there was a door. I jogged towards it and opened it, thankful that it was a bathroom and not a closet. This entire town feels like a ghost town. Am I in heaven...Oh no. What if I'm in purgatory? What if I'm just actually a spirit, and there are other people, but I can't-
No, think happy thoughts, I'm going to see my parents and Danya again. What's better than that? Nothing, nothing is. I wonder how I'll know its them. I flushed, and I washed my hands. I scratched under my collar.
"Um...Is someone in there?" I heard. Oh good, finally, I can meet someone and ask them where I'm going. I opened the door, and just below my gaze, something yellow stood there. "Uh-" The yellow thing- It looked like a small horse- jumped back. "AAAAAHHH- TWILIGHT!"
"HOLY JESUS IT JUST TALKED!"
"AAAAAAAHHHH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH HHHHHHHH!" She-It- screamed. 1000's, Literatlly 1000's of thoughts were running through my head.
It talked
It's knowledgable
It's a female?
It talked
Food
Who's Twilight?
It talked.
I didn't wait around, I jumped out of the small bathroom, and ran back to the luggage room, and barricaded myself in. My heart was pounding, and i was waiting for what happened next.
Thanks for reading my remake, Hopefully they'll stay long as well. Also, I should be ungrounded soon, which means that these should come out faster. I hope this doesn't become the next DMC and people actually like it. Anyway, Please R&R.
Special thanks to: Mouch30 (For Ideas), And PyroHoop[Or Aaron Hooper](For editing.)
In memory of Clemenza, my families dog.