Whispers
Whispers in the dark. The sounds of female whispers itched at the back of my head. I woke up from my slumber and picked my head up from the soft pillow, rubbing my eyes. I dug my hand under the pillow and felt the general shape of two things. My phone and my iPod. I dug into the pillow case and pulled out the first object, a teal iPod five. I clicked the button at the top of the device and immediately regretted it, the bright light assaulting my eyes and blinding me for a few seconds. My vision cleared after a few seconds and I checked the time, seeing it was exactly 3:30 AM. I groaned and turned the iPod off, flipping over and sitting up. I sighed and pulled the covers off of me, the cold air in my room hitting me hard. I breathed in and let it out happily, the slight sting of my lungs welcome to me.
I heard the air rushing over my room and grinned slightly. My vents were closed shut so that hot air didn't get into my room and would just pass over to the rest of the house while leaving my two windows open for the cold winter air to 'filter through' in a sense. I say that because I have two black sheets that cover the windows to block any light from shining through. Some call me crazy, weird, insane, but the truth is that I don't feel the cold. I feel heat and anything above ninety degrees, I can't breath through my nose. I can walk outside when it's near freezing and not feel it, even wearing like a pair of shorts and a small t-shirt. But enough about that. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, a few bones popping from laying down for so long, and stood up, having to duck to avoid hitting my head on the fan.
Being six foot four has its perks and disadvantages. I stepped out of my room and more darkness met my eyes, but I could see perfectly. I made my way across the hallway to the bathroom and opened the door, the smell of faint make-up, deodorant, and shampoo assaulting my senses. I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, turning on the lights and closing my eyes. I opened them slightly and removed my boxers, throwing it into a basket next to the door. I stepped into the shower and turned on the water, rubbing my eyes again to fight the drowsiness. I turned the knob on top of the faucet and water shot from the sprocket and coated me in cold water. I shivered slightly and closed my eyes, savoring the cold before the hot water started to heat the room. I sighed and started washing myself, pulling off all sorts of bottles from different shelves. After spending ten minutes washing the suds off of my face, hair, and body, I stepped out of the shower and looked into the fogged mirror.
"Hmm." It was a simple grunt, nothing more, nothing less. I wiped a hand over the condensation and looked at myself. Short brownish red hair sat on top of my head. A pair of grayish blue eyes stared at me. My features were nothing special, a bored and tired face looking at the teenager in the mirror. For a second, I thought I saw a small flash of white light behind me but I chalked it up to my overactive imagination and grabbed a dark green towel from one of the hooks that lined the wall and wrapped it around my body. I opened the door and stepped outside, still dripping wet, and walked to my room. I gripped the towel and opened my door, the cold air hitting my body and making me shiver slightly. Steam rose from my body as I dried off, tossing the towel into a small basket in the corner and went to my dresser in the corner, covered in objects of varying value to me. I pulled out a pair of blue boxers and pulled them on and checked the time, finding it to be only four o'clock. I sighed in mild irritation and lay on the firm bed, pulling out my iPod and turning on some Avenged Sevenfold, only for it to be interrupted within the first minute of the song playing by my father, a bald man with a beard not much larger than my own, salt and pepper coloring with some brown thrown into the mix. His eyes were mostly squeezed shut besides a small crack as he gazed down at me.
"It's too early to be listening to that devils music." He joked. I stood up, nearly hitting my head on the fan, and smirked down at him.
"You can't say anything about Avenged Sevenfold because you like them, just like you like Slipknot, Disturbed, Five Finger Death Punch, Seether, and so forth." I shot back at him. He gave a chuckle and looked at me with a smirk.
"Shorty." He said simply.
"I'm at least seven inches taller than you old man. Two years ago, I was still taller than you. You just gotta accept it." I joked.
"You make me feel so old." He held his heart in mock pain.
"That's just the heart attack you're having standing up." I chuckled darkly. He gave a frown and looked around the room. A desktop sat in the corner, a laptop sitting on the bed, a TV sitting on top of the dresser, and an Xbox 360 and Playstation 4 sitting next to it. A large box full of games sat next to the consoles, with the controllers on top of it. It made me look like a complete video game junkie, but those who truly know me knows that I hardly use any of the consoles.
"You've became darker when your sister left." He commented.
"That's the psychosis setting in. Plus we still keep in touch. She's only in Virginia Beach. I could walk to Janice's house and get back here before the end of the day, but by the time I get there from school, she's already working at Hardees." I shrugged. "You should start getting ready for work old man." I finished, pushing him out of the door.
"Alright, alright. Stop pushing me." He said, knocking my arms away. I chuckled and slapped his shoulder gently, causing him to stumble forward.
"And you need to stop working out. Nearly knocked me to the fucking ground." He glared at me and stepped into the bathroom, the shower cutting on a few seconds later. I shook my head and walked into the living room, which is nothing but computers, TVs, and wires. I walked past all of the technology and walked into the kitchen, a simple wooden and tile kitchen (guess where they're placed.) and walked into the next room. The next room was supposed to be a dining room, but since we never got guests, we turned it into a laundry room essentially. All of our clean clothes goes onto the dining table and all of the dirty clothes just go into the corner where I, since my parents work and pay the bills I do the chores, would carry it out into the actual laundry room out in the garage. I walked to the table and looked through the clothes.
Pulling out a pair of dark blue jeans, a Five Finger Death Punch shirt, and a plain black jacket, I stepped into my room and pulled the clothes on, then facepalmed as I realized I forgot to find socks. I walked back out, adjusting my clothes to make them comfortable as I was walking. I searched for two white socks in the pile and pulled out all sorts of different sized ones, including a few knee socks. I sighed and grabbed two that were the same length and put them on. I walked back into my room, locking the door behind me before removing a part of the floor to reveal a small fortune of money basically. I smiled and pulled out one hundred and fifty dollars, placing the panel back into its slot. Not a second later, I heard someone knock on my door. I stood up, hitting my head on the lights. I ignored the pain and unlocked the door, opening it. A fully clothed old man stood in front of me.
"I'm going to work. Remember to go to school." He gave me another glare and limped out of the house, his bad knee acting up again. I rolled my eyes and started grabbing random things from around the bedroom.
"Keys... iPod... phone... book bag... I.D... Driver's License... Headphones... Watch..." I named off items I grabbed and stepped outside of my room, checking the time. It was only four thirty and I sighed, sitting down on the couch and pulling out my iPod. I turned it on again, looking at a picture of a bloody Pinkamena Diane Pie. Most people don't know it, but I was a brony. I put the password in and the screen faded away to the app pages, where it had a handful of tabs.
I put my headphones in, the plain white ones, and touched the music button, and turned the Avenged Sevenfold song back on. I head banged to the music softly when I heard the door open over the music. I looked up and saw my mother, a short, large woman that colored her hair in crazy ways. She looked exhausted and rugged, and with much reason since she had worked twelve hours. I turned my music off and pulled my headphones out.
"Hey. How are you?" I asked her, standing up. She looked up at me.
"Tired." She said simply. She sat down in her chair, a olive green chair with two arms that opened up. One of her arms was open and was cluttered with junk, mostly important papers from work or bills. She started to pull her boots off but I stopped her and untied her shoes, then slowly slid them off. She sighed in relief and lay her head back, closing her eyes.
"Thanks." She whispered. I chuckled and tossed her shoes into the corner for now.
"Go to sleep Mom. You have to work another fourteen tonight." I reminded her, helping her stand up. She grimaced as she remembered and sighed in irritation.
"I know... I just wish we didn't have to work so much after we got the Mustang fixed." She said.
"Just go to sleep Mom. I have a job now and I'll help with the bills." I told her, although I had been storing most of it in my room where nobody will find it.
"Where have you been putting all of that money? I know you have at least three thousand dollars in cash." She looked up at me again.
"A super secret place where nobody will find it ever. Not even if FBI agents came in and searched the place." I said, smirking at her.
"The last time you said that, it was under your bed." She laughed. My cheeks went red for a second before I glared at her.
"But now I have a whole new location." I started to ease her to her room. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around my stomach, being so small compared to me.
"I think I should start calling you the Jolly Green Giant." She joked.
"The Psycho White Giant more like." I laughed. She swiped at my head and went into her room, and I walked out the front door, locking it. I turned around and walked to my car, a 2004 dark blue Ford Mustang. I stepped into the car, cracking my neck as I cocked my head to the side. I put the key in and started it, the engine most likely waking half of the neighborhood with its roar. I started driving down the road, stopping at a sign and pulling my phone out. I put in a phone number and called it. After a few seconds of waiting, the person on the other line answered.
"Hello?" The sound of running water reached my ears behind the sweet female voice.
I couldn't help but smirk as I said."I'm on my way." I heard a giggle.
"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. I'll be waiting." Her voice became seductive at the last sentence and I couldn't help but smile widely.
"Keep it warm for me." I hung up and took off, some teens staring as I drove by in the shiny platinum car. In fifteen minutes, I had reached her house and was waiting outside. Some stupid rap song came onto the radio so I popped a CD in and it started playing Slipknot. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door open and a beautiful girl step out of the house, wearing a pair of black jeans, a black Avenged Sevenfold jacket over a Black Veil Brides shirt, and a pair of knee high boots. She had short hair that was dyed fiery red and black that only reached her neck. On her wrist was a few bracelets, but the one that stood out was a bright rainbow colored bracelet with a teal pegasus looking arrogantly off into the distance.
Her name was Brianna, but most call her Anna, and she was a pegasister.
She smiled and walked up to the car, the window rolled down already. "You mind giving me a ride to school?" She asked as if I was a total stranger.
"Maybe, but it'll cost you something." I responded. She opened the door and tossed her bag into the backseat, stepping into the car with a wide smile. She closed the door and leaned over, kissing me on the cheek.
"That's not all you'l get..." She gave a giggle and pulled her seat belt on.
"Eh. I can live with it for now. Once we get to school though..." I gave her a smirk and she returned it.
"Oh you'll get more, just need to find a nice dark corner to do it in." She responded. I chuckled and turned the music up, then started driving towards the school, reaching it within thirty minutes. We drove to the first parking spot in the parking lot and I turned the car off. I suddenly felt my head get pulled towards the right and a pair of soft lips place on mine. I normally would've reacted badly when that happen, but I have gotten used to it by now and kissed her back.
After a minute, I pulled away and got out, popping the trunk. I walked behind the car and opened the trunk, a few cartridges full of bagged snacks and sodas. I grabbed eight bags, four for me and the others for Anna, and four drinks, two Sprite's and two Pepsi's, and grabbed my bag. I handed her four bags and the Pepsi's. I tossed mine into my bags and started towards the school. The principal was standing at the doors, a fake smile on his face as he greeted us. We walked in and a small but stout security guard pushed us through a metal detector and searched our stuff. Finding nothing illegal, he waved a hand away from him. I picked my stuff off of the table, where he just left it cluttered, and zipped my bags back up.
I moved to a corner somewhere in the school. I grabbed a bag of chips and opened it and took out one of the Sprite's, opening the can with a loud crack. I ate through the bag quickly and sipped on the Sprite. I eventually finished and threw the trash away, then started to walk around. Ten minutes later, other students started flooding into the school, the smell of cheap deodorant and perfume, sweat, and weed following them.
An ugly and fat black girl walked by me with a scrutinizing gaze aimed at me and sprayed some sort of perfume on her that, to me, smelled like piss. I scrunched my nose up at the smell and walked away from her, shaking my head at the disgusting and repulsive female. A group of girls walked by me, giggling as soon as they passed me. I looked at them and they looked at me. I looked away with another shake of my head and heard them giggle again. Soon, I just sat down in a dark corner and lost myself in thought.
After what I thought was a few minutes, a loud bell reached my ears and I stood up, the flow of students moving from one direction went to the other. I followed the flow of teenagers, some heading down a small hallway while most broke off into the next hallway. I sighed and immediately regretted it, the taste of disgusting perfume sticking to my tongue and staying there. I covered my mouth as I coughed once and continued, straight into a classroom.
A small trickle of students slowly filled the classroom and another bell sounded. I got ready to be bored all day, and was mostly right...
In second block, which was gym, a fight broke out in the middle of a sport we were playing called speed ball. Me and my group of friends, which was only four, stood and watched in amusement as the two guys yelled at each other and started throwing punches. Soon enough, more people jumped in and it became a full blown riot. I felt adrenaline pumping into my system as I pushed and punched my way out of the middle of the group. I reached the edge of the fight and jumped on top of the bleachers, pulling out my iPod and recording the fight.
Only two minutes later, security and police charged into the place, jumping into the middle of the fight and starting to pull students off of each other. The students soon started turning their attention to the police and security and started throwing punches and all manners of gym equipment at them. One officer was unlucky enough to be pushed into the middle of the group and was being beaten to death by the excited students. I soon found that my friends were also sitting on the bleachers on the opposite side of the gym, a few of them nursing bruises.
I shook my head and stretched, continuing to record the riot. Soon, tear gas was brought in and I stopped recording and ran out of the side doors. Police were surrounding the building with rubber bullets loaded into their weapons. I waited ten minutes and walked back inside. I found that the students had finally been subdued and picked my way through the bloody and battered students to my friends. The rest of the day revolved around the school riot, which wasn't long since the school closed down.
I walked back to my car, the police still hanging around for any other trouble. Anna soon arrived and I started to drive home. We stopped at an intersection and was talking about the riot when a truck slammed into the back of my car. I had forgotten about my seat belt and flew through the windshield, breaking my arm on impact. That didn't faze me much and I tried to pick myself up when I heard tires screeching in an effort to stop a semi truck that was heading straight for me. The truck couldn't stop in time and I felt the forty tons of steel hit my body.
~Equestria~
The wind howled as it tore leaves from the trees, causing the branches to snap under the sheer force of the wind. Apples fell left and right from the trees all over Sweet Apple Acres, many being bruised or damaged badly. Applejack was out in the fields with Big Macintosh catching as many of the apples as they could before they could hit the ground to avoid being damaged. No sooner as one bushel had been filled then another one was kicked into play. Big Macintosh breathed heavily as he ran as fast as his hooves could carry him, ducking and weaving to avoid falling branches and catching falling apples as they were blown from the trees. He collected another bushel and ran back to the barn, grabbing another empty one and running back out.
"AJ! Don't worry'bout the apples, Ah've got as much of the field covered as ah can. Go find ah Pegasus and see why the weather is acting all crazy!" Big Mac yelled to his younger sister, Applejack.
"But Mac! We need ta-" She was interrupted as Big Mac stomped on the ground, sending a tremor around both of the ponies.
"No buts! Now Get goin'!" He snorted as he continued to collect apples. Applejack's eyes went wide in surprise at Big Macintosh's sudden vocal outburst. She hesitated for a moment then took off toward Ponyville at top speed. Although the wind was gusting all around, there was no rain to be seen or felt. The sky was covered in thick grey clouds which seemed to roll with the wind. AJ made it quickly into Ponyville and began looking all around for a pegasus. She was mainly looking for Rainbow Dash, as she could make it to Cloudsdale to find out what is wrong with the weather, but had no luck. A loud crack of lightning shot across the sky briefly illuminating everything in sight then going back to a dull grey as the wind continued its torrent. AJ was having a hard time moving in the wind, she looked around for some cover but all the shops and houses were shut tight. No lights were on anywhere in sight.
"Gotta find shelter, wait the storm out..." She mumbled to herself as she started to look for pegasi and shelter.
Twilight settled in quietly listening to the wind outside as it continued tearing through Ponyville. Spike was curled up underneath a blanket at her side, shivering slightly in fear as the huge tree library creaked and groaned under the constant pressure of the wind. The creaking began to grow as the storm picked up around the library.
"Spike! I need you to take a emergency letter!" She yelled over the wind. He moved from his cover and tried grabbing a quill and parchment. He managed to get his hands on a quill and parchment. Twilight quickly shouted her letter to Spike and he shuddered as he burnt it with his magical flames, sending it to Celestia. Only a few moments later a letter arrived. The letter explained that this was an extremely rare magical storm that happened once every five hundred years and that she should stay inside and not use magic.
Twilight's eyes widened as she released her magic. The wind had picked up in force and battered the walls of the library, but soon released its cause. The storm continued to ravage Ponyville around the library, but the library, Spike, and herself was safe for the moment. Twilight bit her lip in an effort to not use magic subconsciously and asked Spike to write a letter to each of her friends. She used a small spell to duplicate the letter and the wind picked up slightly. She teleported the letters to her friends and she felt something slam into her.
"Twilight!" Was the last thing she heard before she blacked out.
Fluttershy was in her cottage, watching the storm over Ponyville with fear. Her animal friends had already found shelter from the wind and she could only wonder about her other friends. A letter appeared in her face and she yelped in fright, hiding beneath her couch. She looked from under it and saw the letter and crawled from under her temporary hiding spot and plucked it from the air. She read it quickly and gasped, looking out the window. Through the darkness from the cloud cover, she could see some sort of form falling from the sky.
She gasped as she realized that the pony was in trouble and walked out, the wind hollowing but not due to the storm. The whistling only grew more and more and she realized it wasn't a pony at all, but a strange creature that was falling from the sky.
She 'eep'ed and dashed into her house, watching as the figure came closer and closer to Ponyville. She started to take its features in and saw it was wearing some manner of clothing, covered in blood, and she blanched at the sight of its blood. One of its... arms were bent awkwardly at an angle. It was no doubt broken. She watched it disappear outside of Ponyville. The ground shook as it hit the ground with such force.
Fluttershy gulped in fear but started gathering medical supplies for her next operation, and started for the creature.