A/N:
SORRY ABOUT HOW LONG THIS TOOK! I USED TO BE A FREQUENT UPDATER LIKE YOU, BUT THEN I TOOK A SKYRIM IN THE XBOX! (Way overused, but couldn't resist.) Anyways, now that you're up to speed on what happened to Brian, here's the second chapter. Read and Review as always. I don't own MLP.

(PRESENT)

As I lay here, I realize that my life was a waste. I failed. I failed to save Aidan. I failed to stop the whole robbery. I failed. Now, dying in this grass, I know I am a-wait, what? Grass? I open my eyes to see a firmament of blue, rather than walls and a cloudy sky, in front of my eyes. Well Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore. I thought right before everything faded away.

I think I fell asleep or went into shock, because I'm reliving my memories. Thankfully, my good memories come first. A birthday party. Me getting a new computer from my dad. Seeing the one girl who actually talked to me. The day I joined the Boy Scouts. These come and go by quickly, before the nightmare begins. Dad's death. Mom's turn to alcoholism. My friends all turning away from me. My original escape before I ran out of food. My comings and goings between my campsite and my house, afraid that Mom would be there. Beatings are shown in circumstances when I had failed to move fast enough. Finally, and most recently, I see Aidan.

I don't think I fully understand where I am, but wherever it is, I'm not home. I try to think of what happened-as painful as it is. Let's see… I go out for the evening, get mugged by a bunch of jackasses, get one of my only friends killed, and what seems to be dying in an explosion. What a nice day. What did I do to deserve this? Did I do something wrong? I'm not innocent, I'm definitely not remotely close to being a good person, hell, I just seriously injured if not killed 3 people. Then again, that was self- defense, but that's still a bit serious. Yeah, that's probably it.

Wait, I just heard something. Am I alive? Is this heaven, or is this hell? Probably hell. Just a few more seconds now, and I'll be in eternal pain and agony. Wait, if I can hear, wouldn't that mean I'm still alive? Great, I'm still alive and I'm going to be charged with murder. Or I'm dead-and I'm in hell hearing the screams of the beaten and the damned. Well this has been lovely and all, but I really want to wake up, or find out I'm dead. I don't have all eter-wait, yes I do. Dammit.

Sometime later, the sounds I'd been hearing were getting louder, and I finally discerned that it was people talking. Probably some doctors or nurses, considering I'm most likely in a hospital. All of the sudden, I realized I could feel again, but this time I'm not on grass. Well, at least I'm not numb. Still hurts like hell though. I opened my eyes, and was immediately blinded by the light. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I looked around for the first time in my new environment. The first thing I noticed was that I'm obviously not in a hospital. No, there were books everywhere, on shelves, on desks, and the walls were made out of wood. Well, most everything was made out of wood. I look up to see a canopy of the brightest green imaginable. I couldn't help but to gasp before I said under my breath,

"I'm in a tree?" I caught a blur of motion in my peripheral vision, and immediately acted asleep, hoping whoever it was didn't see me. Once again, I heard a voice-definitely male. However, this sounded like a third grader, no older than 10 years old! I opened one eye, very carefully, assuming I was going to see who ever lived here's son. Rather than a small boy, I saw what looked like Baby Godzilla. I'll admit that I was so surprised I almost screamed. I had to bite my tongue. "Why doesn't she just put the books away herself, if they mean so much to her… well, maybe not as much as whatever the hay that thing is." I saw Godzilla gesture to my position with his hand-claw thing, but thankfully he didn't look at me.

He picked up a few books off of the desks, and appeared to be putting them back where they belong: I finally put two and two together and realized that I was in a library.

Alright, I'm apparently in a library, which is built inside a tree, with Mini-Godzilla here, meaning there's most likely a parent lizard-dragon thing nearby. Where the hell is my knife? Wait a moment…

I'M FREAKING NAKED?

I failed to notice that my clothing wasn't on due to the large, warm blanket that was covering me and almost all my body was bandaged. Well frick, now Aidan is dead, I very well may be dead, I don't know where I am, and now I'm naked. Can this possibly-NO. Something bad always happens when-

My thoughts were interrupted by another voice calling from my left hand side.

"SPIKE! I THINK IT'S AWAKE!"

Well, there goes the escape plan.

I turned my head over to where the voice came from, and to my surprise there was what looked like a small, purple horse standing there. The hell is this? A purple horse? That talks? I must be tripping on some drugs. I don't care what these things look like-I'm getting my clothes and getting the hell out.

The horse started walking towards me, and I jumped up out of the bed and made a dash towards where my clothes were, suddenly aware of all the pain and a strange weight on my back.

"Wait! Don't go out th-" I didn't let the thing finish it's sentence as I burst out the door with all my clothes in a bundle, along with my knife and the now somewhat useless revolver, unless I find ammo, that is. Once out the door, I immediately noticed that there were even more pastel colored creatures outside. One with a lily in its hair took one look at me and passed out as I ran towards where I learned to live. The forest. I don't know how long I ran, but eventually I made it to the edge of the forest. I took a minute to take deep breaths, and get my clothes on. I had some trouble getting my shirt and jacket back on, there seemed to be something on my back, but I decided I have bigger problems right now. I moved deeper into the forest, keeping an eye on the path but staying well away from it. After all, I didn't want to be seen by another one of the horses.

Along my way, I noticed that many of the plants here were the same as the ones back home and gathered the useful ones: Jack-in-the-pulpits, cattails near an unusually strong stream, and some vines for rope. After traveling for a considerable amount of time, I saw a dilapidated stone building that I decided to make camp in. I started grabbing firewood as I made my way towards the castle-like structure, suddenly aware that the sun was starting to go down. As I made my way through the construct, I realized it was meant to be a palace or stronghold. I saw old tapestries on the wall, although I didn't take time to fully examine them. I'd have time for that later. All that mattered then was to get a fire, and find a way to hold water. My back hurts like hell, I wonder if I injured it seriously or something.

I moved through the castle quickly, trying to find a pot or a pan, along with anything that would make starting a fire easier. The sun was almost down by the time I found a couple of small pots, and one small candle. Candle doesn't make things much easier, but at least I'll have a way to keep a flame for a while if the fire goes out.

(?)

"Stupid boy-what does he think he's doing? He's not supposed to be here…"

How was that? I'm so sorry this took so long, I really didn't want to procrastinate, but stuff happens. School, dealing with the kids there, Xbox, all that. I apologize for the wait-and I'll really try to get writing more. However, I did get one thing done-I was able to tell the world that I was a brony, and I'm pretty proud of it. For all those closet bronies out there, don't be afraid-haters gonna hate, ponies gonna pwn.

~LazerShaman