===============Denial, Acceptance, and Everything in Between===============
Well, it seems last chapter went fairly well. I decided to take a break from Secret Lightning, so that’s technically on hiatus right now. Also, there’s been a few………other complications that make writing harder right now. None of them bad, in fact really good, but they make me a little busy to write. Also, if SOPA and PIPA get passed……..i’ve had a good run, but I doubt I’ll be able to keep my fanfic online because, “I don’t own My Little Pony” or some other bullshit reason I’m sure they’ll have. But thankfully, I have all my chapters archived locally, on my hard drive. So if this does get passed, I can still write and store it for now, and wait for it to blow over before blast updating like Coal Buck was doing for a while. But I have a feeling it won’t happen, for several reasons. First, the mass protests. Even minecraft is protesting, hell! Second, the fact that if this gets passed, several hackers could easily over encumber strategic backbone servers and effectively cripple the internet. (hint hint) Third, a shit ton of politicians are against this. But whatever, we’ll see what happens. Anyway, I really want to get writing on this chapter. Also, people tell me I should plan better sometimes. I don’t. I just start the chapter and run with it. I don’t have a specific plan of what happens. But I don’t think I will do any more POV changes, those get confusing as hell. And to those who read Secret Lightning, an update is coming…….eventually.
=======================Chapter 2: Denial=======================
John groaned, his eyes fluttering open. His vision was still a little blurry, but a few blinks cleared his eyes up a little. He choked suddenly, realizing there was a respirator tube down his throat. He pulled it out slowly, gagging as he did so.
After looking around for a few seconds, his eyes darting around like that of a trained bodyguard, taking in all he could, he came to a conclusion. He was in a hospital, that was for sure, but things looked…different. There was the standard hospital machinery, sure, but first off, all the buttons on it were huge, like they were designed for something big. But that didn’t make any sense; in fact, the ceiling was quite a bit lower than that of the average hospital room.
He spent the next couple seconds unplugging himself from various machinery, the latter beginning to sound alarms as their data input was interrupted. Fortunately, the mute button was very easy to find, thanks to the huge buttons. He went to stand up, and immediately regretted even trying to move.
It was then that he noticed the bandages covering a very large portion of his body, mostly his chest. Over in a corner, was his clothes, and armor. Also, he could just make out…yes, his firearm was there too, but it looked a little strange.
Back to before about everything looking different. Everything did look very real, just…drawn, like a cartoon. The colors were a little TOO vivid, but that could just be his eyes screwing with him. As he sat there on the edge of the bed, still wincing in pain, trying to figure out exactly where he was, the inevitable happened.
Into the room, trotted, a, well, a little white horse, with a pink mane and tail. John even noticed that she had some kind of symbol on her, well……John's brain would have him say “ass”, but he knew the correct horse term was “flank”. So yeah, some kind of symbol on her flank, and it looked like a red cross with little pink hearts in the corner. Was this one of those special animals used to calm down people who had been through traumatic incidents ?He wondered. It was a good theory, until the little white horse…thing opened her mouth.
“So, you’re awake. We figured the amount of damage you suffered, you’d be out for longer.”
John was on his feet now, pressed to the wall, as far away as he could get from this talking white horse thing.
Finally he found his voice. “You…you can talk?!”
The white miniature horse had been surprised by his rather…violent reaction to her, but this was replaced by a very confused look in her face.
“Of…of course I can talk, every pony can. I suppose I should say the same for…whatever you are.”
John was still pressed up against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to understand exactly what was going on. First, he gets blown up in his place of employment, and now he ends up….wherever “here” is, and to top that all off, there’s a talking horse…thing talking to him. She did mention every pony, does that mean there’s more of them?
Finally, he found his voice again. “What do you mean, ‘every pony’? Does that mean there’s more of you?”
“Y…yeah, in fact, you’re the only non-pony thing I’ve ever seen that can speak Equestrian.”
“Equestrian? What’s that? I’m speaking English. American dialect, to be exact.”
The white…pony cocked her head slightly to the side. “Well, I don’t know what that is, but it must be the same as our language.”
This calmed John just a little bit, and I mean only a little bit, knowing that he could at least communicate.
The white pony sighed, noticing that he had still not come away from the wall yet. “Please, come away from the wall. I promise I won’t hurt you. You are hurt, very badly actually, and you need rest. Please, at least come sit back down.”
John sighed, and relaxed. “Alright, on one condition.”
“And that would be?” she said, a slight amount of uncertainty in her voice.
“I’ll sit back down, as long as you tell me just what the hell is going on here, and where I am.”
She nodded. “I don’t know a whole lot, but I can tell you what I do know.”
He nodded. “I guess that will have to do. Very well….”
He inched away from the wall, wincing as he sat back down on the bed. Since his adrenaline had stopped flowing, he was once again feeling the pain of his wounds. As he sat there on the bed, he was feeling like his chest was on fire. The white mare saw this and walked over to him, jumping a little when he shrank back from her.
“Would you like some pain medication…err….”
John smiled a little, pain meds sounded awesome right now, and she was offering him some. He was so engrossed in this thought that it took him a second to realize that she had just asked him for his name. he shook his head a little to clear it, and answered her, his voice still a little raspy from the ventilator tube.
“I’m John. John Connor.”
“Well, John, I’m Nurse Redheart, and I am basically the one in charge of taking care of you today. And as we discussed, I will answer all of your questions soon, however I don’t think you want them answered while you are in pain. So first, take this” she produced an oval green pill out of seemingly nowhere. “And I will be back in about half an hour when the medicine starts to work. Okay?”
John could only nod as he took the pill and lay back in bed. He would have done more, but he just hurt too much. Also, he knew he should be freaking out still about what happened to him, but there was something about that mare that just…………..controlled him. He’d look into it more later. For now, he was feeling very tired. A nap couldn’t hurt, right?
And so, he closed his eyes, and drifted off into a very peaceful sleep as the medication started kicking in, numbing his entire body.
===============END CHAPTER 2===============
Now keep in mind, this story is not going to be like Secret Lightning. He is not going to be as accepting of this world as Matt, he is just waiting for Redheart to come back and she will answer any questions he has. Also, yeah, I’m trying to go for the she has the Fluttershy calming eyes thing. Also, um, pain meds tend to do that to you, so yeah, next chapter will be interesting as well, when I get around to writing it. Also, Secret Lightning is on hiatus for now, I’ll update it eventually. Oh, and today I saw a video that was shared on facebook of a few young (sounds like girls, they never showed their faces to the camera) setting a puppy on fire and LAUGHING as it died a horrible death. Yeah, I’m losing faith in humanity more and more these days. But, I put my buddy, who is in FBI cybercrimes, on it, and since he is a dog lover, it became a personal vendetta to find these people and have men in black knocking on their door by sometime tomorrow. Oh, I think he’s already completed the IP backtrace, so that will happen sooner than thought. I cannot disclose an address or even a state (if he tells me) so please do not ask. Just know that these people will be brought to justice.