Chapter 2
A large portion of my brain was screaming 'Hooah!', or F- yeah in military terms. The other portion wanted to put a bullet into my forehead and save myself the heartache. Staring at my hands, that were coated with blood. My own or someone else's, I couldn't tell. Taking out Peace and Vengeance from their holsters, I looked at both of them with a sad face. I heard a voice slow come from my left, I noticed it was younger and shivering,
"W-.. What are those? Their so loud." The ruby filly said, I shook my head with a forlorn look and answered,
"Beautiful but evil tools." I sighed and quoted, "'Thy temptation of evil elegance is the ever hardest to resist'" I placed Vengeance on the floor to my left, safety on, and took up the flashlight. Taking up Peace in my left hand, I stood and looked about. Throwing my weary gaze to the cream mare on in the corner,
"Do you have some towels, or even a mop?" She nodded, and stood. I held out my hand to stop her, shaking my head.
"Just direction, I don't want you moving about." She sat back down,
"Uhm.. Up the stairs and to the left." the mare whispered. Taking my movement to the stairs, I walked up them. Causing them to creak under my weight. Hurrying up the stairs, I came upon the second floor.
Compared to the first floor, this place was spotless. Everything was neat and tidy, and it sort of surprised me. Going to my left, I came in contact with a bathroom. I gathered up a few towels that neatly hung from a rack, and turned around. I was half expecting a large zombie to be following me, but I saw the wide-eyed expression of the ruby-red filly. Her eyes were a beautiful gray-green, almost like mine. But, mine lack the beautiful part. I smiled, and put away Peace. I took the flashlight in my teeth, and picked her up in the towels. She resisted for a moment, but then relaxed. I walked into what I saw was a bedroom, it was all neat and tidy. I set the filly on the bed, taking the flashlight from my mouth,
"You stay up here for the moment, okay? But, don't hesitate to holler if you need something." She nodded. I turned around and hurried down stairs.
But what I mean but hurried is that I jumped down the stairs in a single leap, and managed to land at the bottom with a quiet thud. Turning my head to the cream mare, who seemed to be in full effect of the cure. Which to mean that she'd looked very feverish. I walked over a picked her up without hesitation, she gave a faint squeak of surprise. Turning back around and I took her back upstairs. Going to the left again, I took her into the bathroom I had retreated too to get the towels. Setting her down next to what I suspected to be a toilet, I looked to her,
"Will you be okay up here for a moment?" She nodded, obviously tired with fever.
I turned again, and went down stairs. Using my flashlight and brute force, I shoved a couch in front of the door. I gathered up all of my supplies. Taking my twenty-two over my shoulder. Find a table discarded near a window, I hauled it up the stairs, panting heavily. Reaching the top, I put it top-sideways, facing the stairway.
Walking back into the bedroom, I took a few steps over to the bed. I set all of my supplies onto the floor. Taking up a bottle of water and some pain killers. Pulling out a granola bar, I opened it and handed it to the ruby filly on the bed. I gave the bar's wrapper a look, it was one of the peanut butter ones.
Which happened to be my favorite. But, a second thought hit me, telling me that it was selfish to think that way.
I turned from the room, and went into the bathroom. I saw the cream mare hanging over the toilet, obviously puking. I rushed over and kneeled beside her. Running my hand over her head in an attempt to comfort her. She pulled back, looking at me with a saddened expression. I looked around from a rag, and found one on the rack I had grabbed the towels from. Dousing it with the water from my water bottle, I began to run it over the mare's face. Who did not seem to complain about it. Finishing up cleaning her face, I gave her the water bottle. Unscrewing the top of the bottle of painkillers. Shaking three into my hand, I held them up to the pegasus. Who licked them from my hand, and gulped it down with water. Which I found interesting to watch as she used both of her hooves like hands. She drained the bottle and sighed. As she dropped the bottle, I put my arm under her waist and chest. Hauling her upwards, and proceeded to walk from the room, and into the bedroom.
My subconscious gave a snide remark about helping ponies, but I shut it out.
Setting the mare on the other side of the bed, beside the filly, who I suggested knick-naming a ball of towels at the moment. Seeing that they were both a warm and comfortable spot, I stripped off my soaked jacket, removing the bandage on my arm. Placing my twenty-two on the wall to my left, looking around at the dark room. Only illuminated by my flashlight. The paint was a calm green color, with pictures lining the walls. The smell was more or less better then downstairs, but I still gave a heavy scent of blood from the injury on my arm. I fell back onto the wall in exhaustion, feeling worn to the bone and soul. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to get a grasp on my sanity and direction.
Okay, my sane conscious said, We're in a world of ponies, a place we used to think about as a child, and it happens to have the same problem as our world. The other side of my conscious, who had totally lost its sanity. The insane conscious began to scream about killing everything in sight, and myself.
Opening my eyes in awareness as a pair of hooves hit the floor, I zipped my flashlight to the sound. I saw the ruby filly walk over to me, medical bag in her teeth. She set it beside me with a weary smile, taking a seat with it.
"My name is Ruby, and I'd like to thank you." the young filly said with a large amount of intelligence from what I guessed her age. I grabbed the bag with my left hand, pulling out a vial of the red substance. Which to note, was a natural blood thickener. Taking the stopper off, I poured half it over the bite on my right arm. I bit my tongue in pain, and closed the vial slowly. Tears began to sprout from my eyes again, the large amount of pain I had been holding back hit me at once. Opening the bottle of painkillers, I poured about five into my palm. Swallowing them dry, and sat back in response,
"Nice to.." I paused as another wave of emotion and pain washed over me. "Meet you Ruby. My name is Drew, sorry that I look like such a mess." She looked at me with sad eyes,
"I know, and you don't look like that much of a mess." Ruby looked down at the floor and back to me, seemingly observing me,
"If you don't mind me asking a question." I shook my head, so she continued, "I was wondering what you are, I've never seen a pony like you before." I tried smile some, but it possibly looked like a spasm of pain,
"Because I'm not a pony, I'm what you call a human. As you could guess from this, I'm not from here. I don't even know where I am." She looked surprised, I closed my eyes for a moment. Then opened them, looking her in the eyes.
"I think I died."