Ayy, Sneak Peek! Also, a question, will you? · 11:20pm Sep 3rd, 2015
So, I looked at the ratings for Two Weeks, and I'm curious: What's so bad about it? I mean, there are the occasional people that just randomly dislike people and then there's the shitposters, but I'm actually quite curious.
Also, I'm going to be busy. College. I'm sure you get it. Anyway, sneak peek for chapter 3 of Escape From This Afterlife! Also, I might go back to my older blog posts and write about them.
I killed again.
That thought rang through my head over and over, like a broken record. It was stuck in my main focus and attention. The premise of it was jarring and I hated thinking about it, so much that I wanted to scream and end it all, but I stopped and controlled myself.
Killing Amber was something I've came to regret. Not because of her alone, because she was a vile and wicked bitch that used me for my income, no that wasn't it. No, it was that she was pregnant, and I ended it. When it wasn't my right to do so.
A life that didn't have to end. One that could have potentially turned out to be my child because even if Amber and Danny created it, their not fit to raise a child. Despite my bitter and cynical personality, I've learned a lot about parenting from my parents.
I could have raised a son or daughter the way I wanted. Made them excel above anyone else and make sure their life would be a thousand, no, a million times better than my life is and will be. But no, I took that opportunity from myself and probably will never get that chance again.
I'm stuck here. In this fucking cell. Trapped in this place full of horses. Alone. Probably the only person or human here and will be for years to come. All because I killed myself and another in the process. Proving once again that I'm extremely moronic.
For about a few weeks I've been here, in Equestria. That's what it's called anyway, to the horses. The horses are called Ponies, because apparently the word horse is offensive and is an insult here. Well, I guess they're ignoring their origin, then.
They won't tell me who I killed. It's seems very disrespectful to me, but who cares what I think, I killed something sentient, my opinion is immediately disregarded. Still, all I know was that he was a guard and has a family. One that hates me.
Oh yeah, they brought in the family. Also, a cart of hard apples, rocks, and anything else painful. Pointless, considering I can't feel anything. I tried telling them that when they said they were going to hang me, but they didn't listen, of course. I'll just use that as my escape plan.
I'm going to gallows for murder, in front of a whole crowd. And that whole crowd will get to witness me survive being hung and then watch as I flee. Hating this entire situation, I'm glad I can't feel pain, although my plan falls on the hope that I can't die, as well.
And I'll be able to test that, today. Because that's when it takes place. The one that sentenced this death sentence is Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria. Weird considering I never heard any mention of a Queen or King, so whatever.
It starts at ten o' clock in the morning, so about thirty minutes. When they brought me here, the city of Canterlot supposedly, I was able to map out the area, including the entrance and exit to the city. The gallows is in the middle of the city, so I do have a little to run.
Oh well, I'll make it work. That's what I've been doing my whole life, anyway. This is no different, it's only a little weird. Once I lose them, maybe I can work on figuring out how I got here and how to get out of here. Living here doesn't seem so great when you'll have the authorities chasing you constantly.
One advantage I do have is that I've never told them my name. And they never asked. It's either creature, monster, demon, murderer, or renegade. I guess they don't care who or what you are if you kill somebody, so sucks for them.
I haven't been fed or given any water. I've been here for a week. Eating or drinking things don't anything, though, it doesn't matter. It always feels like I'm perfectly fed and hydrated, and I sometimes manage to catch some sleep, even if it's not for long.
Speaking of dreams... There's always this dark blue hor- pony that looks like Celestia, or that's black and looks like her. Every single dream she's in it. And it's always night time. I've never seen this ho- pony, anywhere when I'm awake. It's very odd.
"Creature, it's time." Woah, thanks for not making me wait longer. I remained silent as they unlocked the door and came over to me, unlocking the chain that I was connected to. As one guard did this, another spit on my bare chest. They took all my clothes, except the underwear I was in.
"Don't try anything or I'll gut you myself." Watch out everyone, we gotta a bad ass over here. I stood up, rubbing my wrist as they escorted me out of the cell and down the hallway. Other prisoners laughed and grimaced. The former because they were happy. The latter because they were envy.
Guards that we passed glared at me and spit on me a lot. I just smirked and kept silent. After all, if I pull off this master escape plan, they're all most likely going to lose their jobs due to failing at catching me. Hopefully, I do get out of this Scot free.
As we approached the doors leading outside, which it did take awhile to get here because I was in the dungeon, I heard the crowd roaring and screaming, all for my name and for me to be hung. I guess they're all going to be disappointed, then.
The doors swung open, and it became a hundred times more loud because of the exposed sound and me finally showing up. I saw the gallows, with the Princess standing on them and a few other guards. Glancing right, I noticed the train station blocks down.
Walking through crowd, with the guards in front and behind me, I was assaulted with several insults, apples and rocks to the head, and hooves to the shoulders and arms. I was grinning the whole time, because I didn't feel shit. Not a single fucking thing.
Love the sneak peaks Doctor and yeah college...ugh