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Raindrops roll down my face, mixing in with the tears. I run through the forest, as blind as a baby rat. The occasional lightning flashes and illuminates the night sky, lighting my way. All this has added up, Klo no longer love me, after five years of being together. Was it five years? I have no idea, my memory of the past nine or ten years is a complete blur. I feel as if I slept through all those years of my life and just woke up this morning. It can't be though, I remember being at a Black Violin concert last night. I remember taking Klo to a Katy Perry concert two years ago. I remember the day I was promoted to head waiter, the day I watched Speed Racer, the Christmas morning I spent playing Call of Duty on my new-at-the-time Playstation 3. But why is there a gaping hole in my heart, something is clearly missing.
The thunder shake my nerves as I run to the heart of the forest. My foot gets stuck in something and I fall forward. A root tripped me, pulling my shoe off. I land hard onto the wet ground, my arms break my fall, scraping some skin off in the process. I pull myself up, my t-shirt is now covered in dirt, some bits got into my hair. I grab the shoe that was taken off by the root and slide it back onto my left foot. I begin to run again. Why am I running. Why am I here the first place? I run pass trees and the branches that stick out poke at my skin and clothes. I bite back the tears that began to form in my eyes again. The pain from the scratches and the sudden breakup is a combination that weakens my heart as it is. The sky flashes again and thunder ring my ears. I look back to where I ran from, it's not too late to go back, but my feet keep carrying me forward. More branches scratch at my face and my clothes are soaked with rain water.
I look forward, there's an opening ahead. I run through the thin branches that block my path and tumble through. A large tree stands in my way. My feet stopped running. Is this where they wanted to bring me? I walk towards the tree. Click. I get another shock to the brain, and walk another step. Click. The bark on the tree become visible. Click. I lurch forward, no longer able to take the pain invading my head. My breathing becomes heavier and heavier. Running my hand along the bark of the tree, I feel something scratched in. Click. I slide over to where the mark is. I squint my eyes. Words are engraved here, but I can't read them, it's too dark. Lightning flashes again, illuminating the sky and giving me reading light. I read the words. They're crystal clear. It darkens again. I can't believe what I just read. I wait for the next strike of lightning to read it again. My eyes did not deceive me. Again, and again. Engraved on the bark, is a heart. And in the center of that heart, are the names Kyle, and Dash. CLICK. I fall to the ground, clutching my head. I have an awful headache by now. I turn my head up, reading the names again, hoping they have changed and my eyes were playing tricks on me. Kyle and Dash. Every time, every damn time. I have no idea what this all mean.
A bush behind me rustles. I snap my head to where the sound emitted from. I squint, trying to see the shadowy figure that stepped out. It's standing on all fours. I examine it from the bottom up. It has no claws, no fingers, just hooves. It looks like some sort of horse, it seems to be about three or four feet tall. Its mane is six shades of grey. I stand still, what's freightening the most are its blood red eyes. They glow through the shadows of the night, and they're staring right at me! It opens its mouth to speak.
"Why," It says, I stare at it with both fear and confusion. My brain is telling me to run, but my feet won't let me budge. "Why have you forgotten me?" It let loose a banshee shriek. I wanted to say I don't know what it's talking about, to question it, but my voice won't work. It's eyes flash and it charges at me, right into my stomach and knocks me off balance. I stumble backwards, and slam against the tree. "Why have you forgotten me? Our times?" it continues to lash. I run behinds the tree with my name engraved, and continue towards away from the horse, breaking off branches that block my escape route. It chases me. I sprint forward, not watching my path. A few rocks and roots attempt to trip me, but I stay on step and keep running. My already wet t-shirt is stuck with leaves and dirt, it doesn't help my sneakers are slowly filling up with mud. Thunder rattle the trees around me. The rain had seemed to have stopped while I was back where the tall tree was, but I notice it pelting against my face once again, washing off the dirt. My heart has shrunken in terror, I'm ready to burst any moment but I'm too scared to cry. The roars of the monster rumble through the forest behind me. My legs are cramping from all the running, my feet ache and feel like a million blisters cover them. I keep running. Running from the thing, running from my home. The forest seems eternal, I'll never get out of here. I look back, the horse is galloping hastily, it doesn't look a bit tired. Bad move for me. I lost sight of what's in my path and lurch forward, falling on my chest. Rolling over to my back, I see the horse already jumped up into the air, towards me. It lands on me. Click.
"Why have you forgotten me?!" it barks. Tears roll from its glowing red eyes. Its expression of anger is replaced with sadness. "I thought, we were going to be together Ky." I look up to its face, her face. The tears land on my forehead, seeping into my skin. What just happened. Memories flood back into my head. Lightning lights the sky, and the flashbacks that are rolling through my brain.
Taking her to the movie theatre, gaining the title of head waiter at Roy's Five Star Restuarant and celebrating it over a dinner with her, the snowball fight that left me many frostbites, the afternoons spent playing PS3 and losing to her in so many rounds of CoD, seeing Katy Perry sing on stage at the concert, returning home to catch her feeding a kid cookies, her devastating phone call and the last place I saw her, in Theatre 3 at the River Run Center before Celestia stole her away. They all play out perfectly before my eyes.
"Dash?" I whisper to the grey Rainbow Dash. She looks up, and closes her eyes. When she opens them, they reveal her usual rose rimmed pupils. She looks down at me, and smiles.
"You remember." Dash begins to glow into bright blinding light, it morphs and shakes, and when the light ceases, the once grey Dash no longer sits on my chest, in its place, is the Dash I knew, full of colour. Her six color streaked mane, her cyan furcoat and rose eyes. She looks down at me.
"Ky? Where are we?" I grin. "Why are you covered in dirt? Last I remember, you were a colorless monster trying to kill me." I close my eyes, still grinning.
"Just get off of me ok?" I stammer. She steps off, the weight off my chest. I stand up, and brush the dirt off my face. Dash stares at me.
"You look like you were thrown into a pile of manure," She teases, "Look at you, the dirt in your hair and the mud stained clothes." I point at her messed mane, with bits of pebbles and dirts sticking out and chuckle.
"You're not the best looking at the moment either," I murmur. She laughs harder.
"Can we go home now? At least for the time being, I know Princess Celestia will be back," Dash says. We'll worry about that later. What I could use right now is a nice shower.
In the next two hours, we cleaned ourselves up. I cooked dinner while Dash spent her twenty hours in the washroom, removing the millions of pebbles that got stuck in her mane while trying to make her escape from er, me. I threw my t-shirt and jeans in the watch and changed into fresh ones. We ate our dinner in front of the television, like we always did. I had missed her company so much, even though it was only for a short day. Dash enjoyed the moment, I enjoyed the moment. On cue, after we set our dishes down in the sink, there was a knock at my door.
Dash and I look at each other. We both know who it is. We both know what is about to happen. A wave of sadness washes over me. I walk over to the front door, and open it. Once again, the princess of Equestria stand before me. She has a grim expression on her face. Without looking at me, she walks in. What I didn't expect was the indigo unicorn that peeps her head in, examining the area. She looks to me. It's Twilight.
"Uh, hi, sorry to barge in like this but the princess is determined she must speak with Rainbow Dash," Twilight mumbles to me before inviting herself in. I welcome her anyways before joining Dash and Celestia in the living room. The room's filled with grief. It remains silent for the first five minutes, which feels like an eternity, before Dash breaks the silence.
"If you're here to bring me back, you can forget it." Celestia doesn't seem a bit shocked.
"We aren't, we've decided," Celestia looks away while talking, "We are going to perform a forbidden spell here. Twilight is here to help," Celestia looks my way, "Forgive me for what my student is about to do." The indigo unicorn looks to the princess and nods.
"What? The forbidden spell of bringing me back? I said forget it! I'm not returning, I like it here. Besides, none of my friends can even LOOK at me without seeing me as a killer. They're all afraid of me. I can understand that." Dash spies Twilight walking towards me, "Hey! What're you doing to him!?" I notice Twilight's hoof raise, and swiftly strike down at my head. The last thing I saw was Dash yell at her friend and pin her to the floor, before blacking out the third time this week.
I wake up with a groan. What was her problem anyways? I rub my head, there's a small bruise where Twilight had hit me. How the hell did one strike as weak as that knock me out? The answer to that question is the least of my worries. Did they take Dash again? Am I to stay alone on this world for the rest of my life? The house is dead silent, light pours through the window, telling me I slept through the entire night. I notice I'm in bed. Wha? I lay still for what seems like hours. I hear footsteps, or hoofsteps in the next room beside mine. They sound a bit heavier, telling me it cannot be Dash, as she spreads her weight out over fours, making the sounds she makes when walling quieter. There's a knock on my beedroom door. I sit up on bed.
"Wake up Ky!" Dash's voice is crystal clear. My heart skips. The door open, and I expect a cyan pegasus pony to trot in. Instead, a human girl sticks her head in. Her hair has streaks of six multiple colors running through it. She's wearing a light blue t-shirt that has a picture of a cloud with a rainbow lightning shooting out of it. Her dark blue jeans dangle loosely. Dash. She grins, "Get up and teach me to work this thing!"
Hey guys! So that was my very short first fanfiction. I really hope you guys enjoyed it, as I had writing it. The inspiration of course, came from Rob's famous My Little Dashie story. It was a story I'll never forget in my life. My friends have recommended writing a sequel Painting our Life - 6 Colors, but I really don't think that would be necassary. (dunno what else there is to put in a sequel, but if I do, definitely expect it to be in a whole other catergory) I do plan on writing another fiction, plenty more actually. I just haven't made up my mind if I should continue milking this story. Anyways, I thank those who stuck through my first fiction (even though if you noticed a few spelling mistakes, I'm ashamed to admit, but this whole story was typed out on Notes appplication of my iPod since the complications of Microsoft Word dizzies me. till the next fiction! Ciao.
P.S Yea, I know this fic was rushed making it short, I'll work even harder on my next story though.