*Chapter One...Not really sure where this story will go or whatever :P *
The yearling backed into a corner of the muddy paddock. Her tiny, black ears were pinned against her crest. A large, man held a lead rope in one hand, and a whip in the other.
"Get over here!" He shouted, as the filly bolted away from him, her hind legs kicking furiously in the air. The man cussed under his breath.
The black thoroughbred filly had been stolen by the man, Henrik Myte. He stole horses, and sold them to clients. One perticular client had paid him to steal the filly. She was the foal of Sole Sunday, who was a very famous racehorse before he retired. This filly was going to be a racehorse too, before she had gone missing.
The young horse's eyes rolled back in her head angrily, as Henrik raised the whip, and slammed it down onto her hindquarters. She squealed, and reared high in the air. Her hooves flailed frantically, as if someone could grab her, and take her away from this horrid place.
"I can't stand you!" Henrik shouted, slipping in the mud as he stormed towards the terrified filly. As he aproached, the yearling bolted, galloping around the paddock, frantic for a way to escape. She didn't know that there was a very slippery spot in her path. As her hooves landed in the mud, she slipped, and at the speed she was at, she collapsed in a heap in the filthy paddock.
"Heartland Horse Rescue." Ty Baldwin spoke clearly into the phone. He listened carfully, and jotted down the address.
"Amy!" He called, as he ran out to the front barn.
"What's wrong?" Amy asked, hearing the urgency in his voice.
"We got a call about somebody that might be abusing a horse." He replied. She nodded.
Ty shut the door of his pickup truck once they had finished hooking up the trailer. The ride to the address was silent. Amy and Ty had been a couple for a while now, but last month they had called it off. Now moments like this were often lonely and awkward. Amy shook out the thoughts of Ty. She needed to focus on helping the horse.
"Ugh. This place is awful." Amy whispered, as she and Ty carfully got out of the truck.
"Get up, you filthy nag!" Amy and Ty heard a gruff voice shout. Amy crept behind the rotting paddock shelter, and looked into the paddock. The sight discusted her. She saw a black filly, maybe about a year old lying in the murky paddock. Her head was bleeding, and she appeared unconcious, or... The thought was too horrible. The man had a bloody whip, and Amy noticed that the filly's halter was partially embedded into her skin. Amy turned back to Ty.
"Call the police." She whipered. Ty nodded, and jogged back to the truck.
The filly slowly opened her eyes. She blinked. Where was she? She was lying on the ground in a stall full of soft, wood chips. Her face burned, as she catiously rose to her hooves. She saw a girl at the far end of the small stable. She was feeding a carrot to a buckskin pony. When Amy turned around, her grey eyes lit up at the sight of the filly.
"Hey Midnight." Amy said, softly calling the horse's name that they gave her. The police were still pressing her owner for details about her. As Midnight saw and heard the human, she spooked. She was still terrified of people.
"Okay, okay." Amy said, gently walking away from Midnight's stall. Amy eyed the mare's scarred face. She had been out of it for around a week and a half. They had to have fed her through a tube. Once they had rescued Midnight from her old owner, she had been given surgery to remove her embedded halter. Amy hoped she would be okay. She hated to see a filly with such potential have to be put down because of careless, ignorant, morons.
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