*~*Chapter Seven- Operation Slate*~*
Ice's eyes grew very wide, and she looked closely at me.
"You sure you're OK, Thunder? You just said you were going to save Slate."
"Yup. I'm definitely fine," I responded. She sighed, and turned her back to me.
"I'd go with you, but then no one will know what happened to you. I need to tell the others. I'm sorry, Magick," she said, turning around. But she was greeted by a cloud of dust from my hooves. I was chasing the thing that took Slate, staying at a safe distance. I could hear the thrashing, crashing, banging, and screaming Slate was doing in there, and I felt guilty. I was glad I had strong legs, and I kept myself hidden in the brush. Occasionally the thing stopped and left some horses go to other creatures, but Slate never got off, hard as he tried, and he never saw me. I guess we had been going for about two days, and the thing stopped. A very angry, sweaty, spirited Slate was led off the thing, a think red something hanging from the red thing on his face. This was handed to a young two- legger. He took Slate's face in his hands and rubbed it. He pulled on the red thing, but Slate didn't move. The man got close, too close for Slate's fiery personality, and Slate bit him. He snatched his limb back, and was bleeding. A loud, strange sound came from his mouth, and another of them came out with something long and thin. I handed it to the other, and took hold of the red thing. The man that Slate had bitten went to his rear and snapped it across his rear. Slate bucked, but the creature in front kept him from running. The one with the thing kept beating him, until finally Slate lowered his head and allowed himself to be taken into a building. Hatred for this creatures and anger at myself flared inside me. The men came out, and went into another building, muttering. I ran along the side of the building and realized that I could see inside. I kept running, and finally I saw Slate. I kicked the wall, and Slate turned around. He came very close, his eyes wide. His voice was muffled, but it was so good to hear it.
"Magick Thunder? DAMMIT! What are you doing here? I didn't get captured for nothing! I got captured to save the herd! Dammit, Magick, go back!"
"I'm not going without you," I said simply. He glared at me through whatever it was I could see him through. I ran a ways back; I had a plan. I ran, full force, into the side of the structure. There was a slight cracking sound, but nothing else.
"Dammit, I'm not strong enough," I muttered to myself. A pure red stallion appeared next to me. HE LOOKS STRONG, I thought. NOT AS STRONG AS THE STALLIONS BACK HOME, BUT STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK DOWN THIS DAMN THING. The stallion ran back, and his body connected with the side. There was a slight crack in the side, but not big enough for Slate to be able to break through it, even with all his weight against the side. The stallion looked at me.
"Come on, son, let's break your friend out of that hellhole," he said.
Ice's eyes grew very wide, and she looked closely at me.
"You sure you're OK, Thunder? You just said you were going to save Slate."
"Yup. I'm definitely fine," I responded. She sighed, and turned her back to me.
"I'd go with you, but then no one will know what happened to you. I need to tell the others. I'm sorry, Magick," she said, turning around. But she was greeted by a cloud of dust from my hooves. I was chasing the thing that took Slate, staying at a safe distance. I could hear the thrashing, crashing, banging, and screaming Slate was doing in there, and I felt guilty. I was glad I had strong legs, and I kept myself hidden in the brush. Occasionally the thing stopped and left some horses go to other creatures, but Slate never got off, hard as he tried, and he never saw me. I guess we had been going for about two days, and the thing stopped. A very angry, sweaty, spirited Slate was led off the thing, a think red something hanging from the red thing on his face. This was handed to a young two- legger. He took Slate's face in his hands and rubbed it. He pulled on the red thing, but Slate didn't move. The man got close, too close for Slate's fiery personality, and Slate bit him. He snatched his limb back, and was bleeding. A loud, strange sound came from his mouth, and another of them came out with something long and thin. I handed it to the other, and took hold of the red thing. The man that Slate had bitten went to his rear and snapped it across his rear. Slate bucked, but the creature in front kept him from running. The one with the thing kept beating him, until finally Slate lowered his head and allowed himself to be taken into a building. Hatred for this creatures and anger at myself flared inside me. The men came out, and went into another building, muttering. I ran along the side of the building and realized that I could see inside. I kept running, and finally I saw Slate. I kicked the wall, and Slate turned around. He came very close, his eyes wide. His voice was muffled, but it was so good to hear it.
"Magick Thunder? DAMMIT! What are you doing here? I didn't get captured for nothing! I got captured to save the herd! Dammit, Magick, go back!"
"I'm not going without you," I said simply. He glared at me through whatever it was I could see him through. I ran a ways back; I had a plan. I ran, full force, into the side of the structure. There was a slight cracking sound, but nothing else.
"Dammit, I'm not strong enough," I muttered to myself. A pure red stallion appeared next to me. HE LOOKS STRONG, I thought. NOT AS STRONG AS THE STALLIONS BACK HOME, BUT STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK DOWN THIS DAMN THING. The stallion ran back, and his body connected with the side. There was a slight crack in the side, but not big enough for Slate to be able to break through it, even with all his weight against the side. The stallion looked at me.
"Come on, son, let's break your friend out of that hellhole," he said.