Some refreshers for those who might have forgotten, or those new to reading my fanfic.
Thoughts, dreams, reading will be in italics... actually, that's pretty much all I've got to say about refreshers. Just so you guys know, I'm going to guess and say that this fanfic will not stretch out to a lot of chapters, or it might.
Hope you all enjoy the first chapter of my new fanfic!
A bolt of lighting drew a yellow line through the dark skies. Rain showered the large window walls of my office from their dark gray clouds. My chair creaked as I leaned back. My name is George Smith, I had light brown hair that reached a little above the base of my neck, I had black eyes, I looked somewhat decent for a man my age. I was only 25.
"Bye George, call us sometime!" One of my co-workers said as she walked out of the giant office area with two other female co-workers, I waved them good bye.
I sighed, tonight was the last time I would be sitting here at my little booth by the giant window walls. No I was not getting a promotion, I was not being demoted, I was quitting. I loved it here, I've made many friends here over the past three years. It had a friendly environment, we treated one another with respect, it didn't matter if you were the top dog or just a new employee. I was well respected, being the actual top dog around here, other than the boss, she was strict but kind at times. She asked me why I wanted to quit, I was making a decent amount of money and the hours weren't too long. I gave her no reason at all, I just said that I wanted to stop working. The truth is that I wanted to stay here and work alongside all of my friends here at work, but I was dying. I was diagnosed with an illness that had no none cure. My death was estimated to be around two months, doctors told me they could prolong my life for three more weeks, but what's the point in living longer?
I enjoyed helping others, especially my parents. Ever since I started college, I worked part-time to help my parents, who were both unable to work and the government wouldn't help them. Didn't matter if the government wouldn't help them, cause I wanted to support them myself, I took joy in helping others. It was the happy faces of those I helped that drove me to want to help others even more. But ever since my parents died of age, thankfully not by anything else, I lost my source of joy. I could easily go help others, but where does one go to help others when he has a job? I had a little sister by the name of Bianca, but she was far more successful than I am. At the age of 17, she had started her own company and had become very wealthy within a short period of time.
With all her success and wealth, she would better off supporting me than the other way around. I was planning on working to the last day of my life, but my sister started to cry and bawl for nearly an entire hour when I said I was going to die. She wouldn't let me continue working and demanded that I moved into her mansion, so I could spend my remaining days with her. I eventually gave in and decided to get rid of everything I owned, seeing as a dead man wouldn't need anything. I had donated nearly all of my money to charities, given away all of the things that weren't prized by my family. All that was left was my minor amount of money left, which added up to around seven or eight thousand dollars, and a house that no longer had any residents as of now. All of my clothing had been moved into my sisters house, having yet to be unpacked. My clothes were only enough to get me through a week or so, but it was enough.
I was going to sell off my house, but thought of something better for it. The sounds of wheels rolling across the carpet floor, rolling down the rows upon rows of booths, came Janice. Janice was a sweet old lady who worked here as one of the only three janitors. The question on why an old lady would take up such a job continued to boggle my mind until I asked her one day. She had said that she had two grand daughters to raise, their parents had died in an accident and were left under her care. The old lady didn't make as much as the other co-workers or myself, but she did her best to make sure that those two grand daughters of hers were living as best as she could. They lived in a tiny apartment, the grand daughters were getting an education, thank heavens for that, but they weren't well dressed for the seasons. So to fix that, I was going to give her a gift.
"Hey, Janice", I smiled as I waved to the little old lady.
"Why hello there, George. I see you're still here, working hard to your last day at work, hmm?" She smiled as she rested her hands on top of the broom she carried.
"Yeah, was just finishing up on the last few documents, didn't want to burden anyone with my work before I left", I said as I patted a stack of vanilla folders to the side of my computers monitor.
"You're such a kind person, George. It's a shame for someone as kind as yourself to leave this place, it wouldn't be the same without you being here", Janice sighed as she placed the broom back onto her cart.
"Me, kind? You're kinder than I am, even with the wages you make from your job, you still find a way to bake us all cookies from time to time, even with the place you're living in now", I smiled as I rested my arms on the table.
"Yes yes, but that's only because Lucy is always hungry. She never brings lunch", the old lady giggled.
I sank in my chair slightly at the mention of her name. The old ladies face dropped its happy expression and changed to that of regret.
"I'm sorry, George. I shouldn't have mentioned her name", Janice said as she placed her old hands on top of mines.
"It's okay, I'll be at my sisters place. We wouldn't be able to spend time with one another anyways", I sighed as I looked towards the office's exit.
There she was, Lucy, the one who I was once in a relationship with She had black flowing hair that reached down to her elbows, usually it was done in a ponytail. She had baby blue eyes and a personality that was near impossible to predict how she would react. Lucy as a rather clumsy person at times, but dependable as well. We started dating after our other co-workers kept pushing for her to ask me out on a date, I never knew she loved me. I started to love her shortly after I got to know her better, the times we've spent together, the laughs we shared, all ending because of a illness I had. Not telling anyone about my illness, I didn't want Lucy to know that I was dying and end up heart broken. The only person who knew of my illness was my little sister and no one else. It as hard for me to pretend to act like a jerk to her to make her hate me, but in the end she still loved me, and I still loved her. I ended out relationship for the sake of her own good. Seeing that I was staring at her from my booth , she covered her face as she disappeared into the darkness of the unlit exit.
I never wanted to end our relationship, but it was for the best. Me leaving her would allow her to fall in love again, with someone else. Sighing again, I turned off the lamp on my desk and swirled around on my chair. Reaching down, I pulled open the top left drawer and pulled out an envelope and a set of keys with white labels on the fat round ends.
"Janice, your little girls doing okay?" I asked out of the blue.
"*Sigh* I'm able to feed the poor dears, but I've been unable to get help from the government. They go to school still, but have no new clothes to wear. Girls of their age should have a selection of clothing for them to wear", she said as her voice began to crack up.
"Listen, seeing as I'm moving in with my little sister. I've come up with an idea", I said as I placed my hand on hers.
She looked up at me as I slipped the keys into her hand and placed the somewhat fat envelope by her hand.
"What is this?" She asked as she looked at the keys.
"Bathroom, bedroom 1, garage. George, are these keys to some sort of doll house? Seems rather strange for having large keys for something like that", she said as she looked at the other keys, reading each one to herself.
"It's the keys to my house, and this-", I said as I tapped the envelope.
"Is the deed to the place, and other paperwork for you to fill out and officially make it yours", I said.
She gasped and opened her mouth to say something. Stopping her, I continued.
"There are about seven or so thousand dollars behind the sofa, just look at the bottom and you'll see the box I put the money in. I left all my furniture in there. The money should cover bills and other expenses for several months of so", I smiled as she looked at me.
"George, why would you give me these?" She asked as she pushed them away from herself.
"It's because you need it more than anyone else, and you're more deserving than anyone else. It'll just go to waste if I sold it to someone who just needs a new place to move into, rather than a loving old lady with two grand daughters to look after. It's just about twenty minutes by foot and is at the outskirts of the city, it's just one story tall though", I said as I stood up, picking up the pile of folders.
"Are you sure?" She asked, tears were beading down her cheeks.
"I'm more than sure", I smiled as I walked around my desk and walked towards my bosses empty office to drop off my work.
"Thank you, George. Bless your heart", she wept as she held the gifts close to her chest.
"No probl-", I stopped as lighting struck a part of the building, the lights went out.
"Oh my, the power must have been knocked out. I'll have to go reset the power box in the basement", I heard Janice say as she placed the keys in a pocket or something, grabbing the envelope as well.
"No, you go home and tell your little girls the good news", I said as I walked through the dark walkway.
"Are you sure? Do you know how to do it?" She asked as I heard her wheel her cart after me.
"Yeah, had to do it once. Basement, take a right, go down the smelly hallway and flip the switches off and then turn them back off once they've all be turned off, right?" I asked.
"Yes, thank you George", she said as she placed her cart in a closet.
"Your welc- oof", I said as I bumped into the wall.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, just hit the wall. I'm surprised that you can see in this dark", I said, my back was turned to the old lady the entire time.
"I have a flashlight", she said as I placed the folders down on a tray, which I believed to be the drop off box.
Turning around, I was blinded by a bright light as she turned around to face me as well.
"Ha ha, yeah, I can see that", I chuckled as I covered my eyes.
"Well, good bye George. Thank you for these gifts", she said as she walked towards the door, not before turning off the flashlight and placing it in a slot on her cart.
"No problem at all, just go buy your girls some new clothes to wear", I said as I went back to my desk.
Grabbing my coat, I padded my pockets to check if I had my stuff. Cellphone, check. Wallet, check. Balls of lint, whatever. Slinging my jacket over my shoulder, I walked towards the exit, only to walk right into the wall again. Groaning, I walked to the right and into the hallway that led to the elevators. Running my hand along the wall, I used it as a guide as I walked towards the elevators. Patting on the wall, I finally found the buttons, only to realize how stupid I was. No power, no elevator. Janice must have taken the stairs, hope she's alright. Going down the stairs in the dark for an old lady isn't all that safe. Reaching the door that lead to a spiraling stair case to the ground level, I slowly made my way down the stairs.
Finally making it to the ground level from the 12th floor, I pushed open the maintenance door. They should really lock this bloody door, someone could plant a bomb here if they wanted to. Walking down the metal stairs, I followed the self powered red emergency lights that lined down the middle of the ceiling.
"Er... power room?" I mumbled to myself as I squinted my eyes at a rusty metal sign with faint words on it.
Shrugging, I pushed the VERY squeaky door inwards and stepped inside. Walking down the corridor, the sound of my footsteps on the cold stone floor echoed as I ventured further into the maintenance area. Finally reaching the panel, I opened it open, another thing these people seriously need to lock these things. I could hear another bolt of lighting strike down. Flicking all of the switches into their off position, I started to turn them back on. One by one I turned each of them on.
"Huh?" The lights weren't turning on.
"Maybe if I did it again... piece of junk", I mumbled as I started to turn them back off again.
Flicking the switches back into their on position, I stopped at the very last switch as I noticed that it was leaning out of it's socket. Pulling it out, I flicked it into it's on position and looked at the socket again. Realigning the two together, I inserted the switch back into the socket. Just as I gave one last shove to get the thing back into place, a bolt of lighting struck again, hitting the building. A surge of electricity went throughout the building, causing me to get shocked as my hand was still touching the metal body of the switch. Everything went black, but I knew wasn't unconscious, I could feel myself fall into the darkness. Suddenly I saw saw a flash of light in front of me as I continued to fall into darkness.
"Ahh!" I shouted as I appeared above a hay roof of some sorts and crashed into it.
Falling off the side of the roof, I crashed onto a stack of wooden crates, smashing them to pieces. I crashed into another crate and rolled into the side of the building. My jacket fell over my head as pieces of wood fell on top of me, covering me.
"Ugh... what the heck?" I said as I pushed the pieces of wood off of me.
Exhaling sharply, I held onto my arm as it bled. A piece of wood must have sliced into my arm. The cut wasn't deep or too wide, but it did hurt a lot. Looking around, I saw that it wasn't stormy anymore, I was in some sort of alleyway.
"Where the heck am I?" I mumbled to myself as I kept my hand on cut.
As I looked down one side of the alleyway, I raised an eyebrow as I looked at a strange multicolored horse... or pony... is that supposed to be a pony? More and more of these multicolored ponies walked past the alleyway, some even had horns and wings! Okay, either I was high on something from that smelly maintenance area, or I was serious trouble to be in this weird place. How was I even out of the maintenance area anyways? I was inside the hallway, trying to turn the power on for the building. The last thing I remember doing was putting that switch back into it's socket when lighting struck the building again...
"What the heck", I asked no one as I looked up.
A carriage soared over head and disappeared as it left my line of sight. Great, first I'm somewhere with weird multicolored ponies and now I'm seeing flying carriages.
"I got it!" I heard a childish voice say as I saw a round red ball bounce into view to the left of the alleyway.
I watched as a tiny orange pony with a pair of small wings chase after the ball and stopped it from rolling. Curious as to where I was, I started to walk towards the left side of the alleyway to take a better look around. I heard a loud smashing sound coming from the right of the alleyway.
"Scootaloo! Watch out!" Another voice shouted, followed by a loud rumbling sound.
Poking my head out of the alleyway, all of the strange colored ponies didn't notice me as several screamed and shouted as the same carriage I saw go over my head come thundering down the street. The tiny orange pony was directly in the path of the empty carriage. I looked back and forth at the little pony and then back at the carriage, the little pony was frozen in fear, it's mouth was wide open.
"Scootaloo! Get out of the street!" The same voice shouted again.
The carriage bounced into the air as it shot over a lump on the street and come straight for the little pony. Blindly rushing forward, I pushed the little pony out of the way and out of the way of the carriage. From of the corner of my eye, I could see the carriage come straight for me. I tried to run out of the way, but I tripped over myself and fell onto the floor. A pain surged throughout my body as I felt the wooden wheels of the right side of the carriage run over my back. The pain was too much and I started to black out. The last thing I saw was that little orange pony I pushed out of the way being picked up by another little pony that had a giant bow tied to its hair.
And that's it for the first chapters, I think I made a lot happen for the first chapter, oh well.
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