Chapter 7: oh shit...
Hey guys and girls, in this chapter we get to the post-nightmareinacloset scene and we move into a transition of where we see a likely formation of OOC and non-canon plot lines. But don't be expecting me to follow the canon story line all of the time. And guest. Please be nicer. I knew that last chapter was a clusterfuck and that it bored many people to read it. But for my sake (and sanity) please be nicer. Thanks
It had been three days since nightmare moon had entered Simons head. And things were
motoring on as usual. Although he and nightmare held a chat fest during Simons sleep. He
didn't learn much about her and she had already gathered information from just being in
his head. It had been a nice and uneventful day. The sun was out and he had followed the princess
everywhere, although, he couldn't walk into the mares restroom so that was a point wen
he was alone for a few minutes. So naturally he twiddled his thumbs and thought to
himself. Not much could be done except to sneak a peak in the mares room. But he
wouldn't. He wasn't a peeping Tom.
After five minutes of alone time, the princess came back out of the bathroom and as such.
He followed her to the throne room. During the walk there idle chit chat was engaged.
"So, Simon, how are you as of late? I have not heard much of anything since the incident."
Celestia spoke, voice laden with worry for the human. "I've been fine, celestia. Nothing
aside from the small pains in my chest and a slight headache from time to time, but
everything is a-ok." He said, addressing her worry's with less prominate dealings.
Truthfully, he had an evil version of Princess Luna in his head, resting until she felt better.
Not only that, but he had a nasty scar still showing on his chest. And lately, since
nightmare moon had jumped into his mind it had been acting up, burning for only a minute
or so at a time. But it really. Burned and surged with slight stinging whenever he was
around nobles or the rich idiots. "Are you sure? I don't want you pushing yourself too
much." Again, her voice full of worry. "Honestly celestia. I'm fine." He said, patting his
chest. After a moment of looking at him, she nodded and continued on, only now a bit of
silence followed suit.
Twenty four minutes. They had been sitting in the throne room for twenty four minutes.
Celestia was sitting, no, laying on her throne, writing with a fountain pen that she had
received from the president of the United States of America after signing a land-lese act
that allowed humans to colonate areas that had been signed off by the princess, allowing
humanity to live on the planet so long as they didn't commit any crimes to ponykind
Anyways we just stood around for a few more minutes before some thumps came from
the doorway to the right of the throne. I looked that way and there stood a hood figure. My
hight, but this pony pulled a sniper rifle out of nowhere, a red dot following where the
scope connected to the barrel and the tower of the scope. The red line was pointed at
"oh for fucks sake!" Simon ran at the sniper, and everything seemed to be in slow motion
as he ran at the assailant, who's sniper had been leveled and was taking aim. The red dot
slowly climbing from Celestia's flanks to her head. It was midway there by the time Simon
had jumped at the pony. He impacted the pony's body, knocking the sniper up at just the
last second, the bang and the yelp of pain was heard.
Simon had just nailed the pony, only the pony used the stock of the sniper to bash his
face, braking his nose, causing blood to spew forth as Simons head was knocked back.
Several guard rushed in and split up. One went to look after the princess while the other
sped to Simon and the assailant, only to end up shot through his left foreleg and hindleg,
effectively taking him out of the battle. Only for the sniper to be smacked out of the hands
of the assailant . . . wait, hands? "The fuck?" Simons distraction gave the assailant
enough time to break Simons jaw before shoving him off and running. A loud smash was
heard as a window, along the corridor the assailant went down, was smashed and broken.
After that, several guards ran and surrounded the princess. Simon climbed to his feet and
walked to the princess. As he passed the guards he pointed from one of them to the
sniper on the floor. Nodding, the guard moved over to the rifle with a stick of chalk in his
magical grasp. As he outlined the rifle with the chalk and designated it as a piece of
evidence. As Simon passed through the group he saw the small blood puddle and the
even smaller gash on the back of her neck. The wound was an intermediate level of
destruction to the skin and anything below the surface.
Simon kneeled down and pulled some of her matted Crimson fur away from the wound,
receiving a small hiss of pain as part of Celestia's hair was pulled out of the wound. There
was dead tissue and at the deepest point, you were met with the muscles that made up
the back of her neck. Simon was infuriated with the being responsible for this. However,
very few beings held the ability of having digits. Specifically fingers and opposable
thumbs. Simons mind was traveling a mile a minute. His adrenalin was wearing off and he
blunt pain of his nose and jaw began to surface. But even though he was still mad at the
pony's unrelenting murder and genocidal acts against humanity, taking his sister and his
mother and father in the process, his friends, his grandparents, his great-grandparents, his best friend, even his first girlfriend. He had lost so much, and all at the hooves of this mare
before him. Yet he felt nothing more than sorrow. A deep saddens that means he cared for
her, as if she was family. From the time he was "under her service" to the point when she
went missing, he felt nothing more than hatred for the mare. Now, after getting her back,
he realized that she was like a second mother. Not just to him, but to everypony. To
everyone on this planet. Even the animals, who were previously thought to be mindless,
she was surrounded by at almost all times. And left when asked. And came when called.
Almost as if they loved her as a mother. And now she was in pain. In a world of hurt. And
Simon felt helpless. Yet he knew better. If it weren't for him, she'd be dead, a nice little
bullet wound in her skull would prove to everypony that at heir once beloved leader was
now asleep, never to awaken again. Only he had knocked the gun away at the last
second. And he felt terrible he hadn't noticed the figure earlier.
He tapped the shoulder of a guard and pointed to the one bleeding from the knees on the
floor a ways away. The guard rushed to the wounded guards side, checking him for vitals.
When the guard looked at Simon before running out of the halls yelling for a medic, Simon
knew that the pony was in deep shit. Not only from the desperate yells for a medic, but
because of the size of the blood that had pooled under the injured pony.
[POV Change: simon]
I'd never really seen so much pain in my life. The princess, of course had experienced
pain, of that she told me about. But this was a new one. One that if memory serves means
she'll have a large scar. One that not even magic can heal. I picked up the princess after
checking her vitals one more time. As I picked her up, the guards formed a ranking column
around both me and another guard who had picked up the body of the other guard. His
body being pale white, like his fur, gave an inkling that either he was dead or he was going
into shock. Either way, I ordered him to rush the guard to the medical wing. He gave me a
bemused look, before nodding, giving a short salute, before running off, three guards in
chase to maximize protection. Even when they knew the killer would have ran for all his or
her worth after shooting a princess, he wouldn't stick around to kill off more pony's even if
he had solid gold covered diamond balls, he still wouldn't even be dumb enough to stick
around, gunning down any pony he sees. Still, they hadn't experienced anything like this
at all and they were being cautious. When we made it to the medical wing, several doctors
were there. And when the doors opened they were utterly pleased that is had brought the
princess. No they were caught off guard by my appearance. Apparently my face had so
much blood on it that it looked as if I mauled the princess and started eating her neck.
And the blood on my face had already started to clot.
The doctors took the princess into the emergency room while I went into a small sterile
room. I remembered staying in here while I was recovering from nightmare night. It was
both a good and bad memory. There was two nurses in there, although one fainted when
she saw my face. When the doctor brought a mirror out, I knew instantly why everypony
was fainting at my face. There were several large gashes on my face. All of them looked I
had been mauled by a wolf or a Timberwolf. The scratches looked like claw marks. And
that wasn't it. I had several pieces of bone sticking out of my nose. And it was at a ninety
degree angle. Not just that, but my jaw was hanging limply at the left side of my face. Ad
gobs of saliva and blood were just spilling forth. Overflowing my mouth with the rich
sensation of a rusty iron taste. And my own blood tasted vile. Even to my own stomach
and my own tongue I was repulsed at it. Yet the taste of it was so inviting that I swallowed
it over and over. Before long I had several doctors in the room putting my jaw into place,
quite painfully, might I add. And after that, they began disinfecting my cuts and broken
nose. And it was with magic. . .no? Damn. It was hydrogen peroxide they poured on my
face. The shit stung like a horse giving a swift buck to the balls. Not only because of the
cuts, but also because I wasn't prepped for it. Yet they knew what they were doing so I
merely asked for a belt to gnaw on while the disinfectant stung. To which I received a large
band of cloth, rolled up from tip to tip. Like a marihuana cigaret. A dube as its called. Or a
blunt, whichever you prefer. I swear up and down though that I chewed through that cloth
like it was nothing but a cloud. Let's just say, I have sharp teeth. Anyway, after they forced
my nose into place, which involved a lot of unnecessary cussing. Some that even pony's
don't and should never know. After that, they just looked at the cuts before they nodded
and stitched up four cuts that were deep. Afterwards I was put to sleep by an anesthetic.
I fell into a deep and unwelcome, but very much needed sleep.
Hey bros and bronys alike. I'm here to make a little challenge for you all. If you can
answer these three questions then I'll put your OC in the story. Who knows what he'll
be. That's between the winner and me. But before that, let me just say my new
routine has been effective, in more ways then one. I've been less stressed to write
my story's because now I have a full month to work on either one of them. And
before you begin asking, yes I'll continue on The Sins Of Our Lives. Just not at tis
moment. I'm needing to either revise some stuff for TSOOL or scrap what I have and
keep very minimal stuff from the original. And not only that. I'm seeing where i can
go in the whole face to face non-combat situations. You know, like socializing. I'm a
warrior, not a peaceful butterfly. I write war situations. Anyway. Before moonlight
sonata ends and I have to change songs again, let's post these questions, shall we?
1). In halo, what is Chiefs staple weapon(I.E. his starting load out)
2). The [blank] of my [blank] is my [blank]
3). In fallout Equestria. What stable is little pip born in, and who was the overmare?
(Hint: she's related to one of little pip's group members, a song bird maybe?)
Remember, if you win, your OC will get hammered out between you and me in PMsbut if your a guest. ... We'll see what we can work out. But that's all for now, see you all in the next chapter. Bu-bye!
