So... After many months of school and work, I finally have some time to work on this story again (You guys have absolutely NO idea how hectic it is around here...) This story should be better now that I have a friend who is both a Brony and he wants to be a writer when he gets older! (Woo hoo! Editors!) I'm really sorry for those of you that actually read this... (How can you READ this btw?) I feel I've improved at story-making lately, and instead of deleting this, I decided to re-write it. (I'm sorry if this makes any of you mad, but I feel that this story got off on the wrong hoof...)  So! without further ado, lets get this re-write started shall we?--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I've always felt like an outcast... My own family doesn't accept me... besides my sister that is... After that, My mother always tried to change who I was... My father, though not alcoholic, or an addict, or a bad person in general, always beat me... I don't know why, but  he always did.

One day, as my sister and I were coming home, Our house was broken into, My parents murdered, and only one object was stolen... An old box that my father kept in a closet, all that was left in the house was a giant red cross drawn in my parents blood on the wall. My life has been downhill from there... I'm old enough to get a job an an apartment, but due to my missing school for an entire two years I was forced to go to High School until I was twenty, now I'm twenty three and my sister is only thirteen... She gets all of the attention... Our relatives always welcome her to parties and sleepovers, but as soon as I walk in, everyone gets quiet and stares at me... never a caring smile, or a worried frown, but always a look of fear and regret, That's all I ever get... The "Black Sheep" if you will...

Ponies... Now, most would probably shake their heads in confusion, like, "why's this guy talking about small horses?" Well... Seeing as how I can't afford cable, and all that I have left from when my parents died is an old computer what little money I do get I spend paying for the bills to my apartment, and internet, and seeing as how that's my only form of entertainment, It was only a matter of time before I found "Bronies"...

Now, looking back at my life, I tried to look at most things with an open, accepting mind... and seeing those happy, smiling ponies in their beautiful colorful world made me... happy...for the first time in years, I felt true happiness... Twilights' naivety, Applejacks' honor and strength, Raritys' selflessness, Fluttershys' kindness, Pinkie Pies' bouncy random, happiness, and last, but definitely not least, Rainbow Dashs' loyalty.

I liked to look at myself as if I were Rainbow Dash... I love my sister, and stand by her no matter what. Everyone who went to school with me knows I'm more than just athletic, I'm an exercise machine, benching more than two-fifty, and leg pressing more than three-eighty, great at running, climbing, and my favorite lately, free-running. Free-running has become second nature to me now... seeing as how I live in a big city, there's plenty of broken down buildings, and factories that have been around packed into the older part of the city, close to where I live , that can help me improve.

One day, by the biggest factory of the bunch, in my Gray-black jacket with the triangle at the end of the hood (like from Assassins creed, my favorite Video game series) my running shoes, a red shirt and a pair of black, baggy jeans, I started warming up for a good obstacle course run around the factory. Most of the older residents tell the kids from elementary and middle school to stay away from the factories and abandoned train depot, but no one tries to talk to the older, smarter teenagers, So a sight like a kid in his late teens to earl twenties was not an uncommon sight around that area.

I started running, my legs pumping as fast as they could, jumping over rails, dodging under bars, and swerving around corners and beams. I saw someone else, running close-by me, he was wearing a similar ensemble, only totally black and red, a red cross on the back of his jacket, and a black mask, a large rounded visor covered his face. I laughed, he looked like Snake Eyes from G.I. Joe. He nodded, I nodded back. He free-ran with me, the two of us dancing around the bars and rails of the abandoned factory. at a wall near a low window towards the back of the Factory, he sped up, leaping over the bars in front of us, holding them in front of him, fingers locked, inviting me to jump.

I smiled, and nodded, ran as fast as I could, and raised my foot, he launched me upwards, i grabbed onto the edge of the window, vaulting myself over on one hand, dropping and holding my hand down towards him, he stands up, calmly walking backwards, then ran, full speed towards the wall. He ran up the wall and grabbed my hand, I pulled him up, the both of us breathing heavily, he pulled off his visor, his eyes a strange magenta color, But I shouldn't talk considering my left eye is yellow and the right is red...

"Hey," He called over to me, smirking. "Are you Jacob Angelo?"

"Yeah, you heard of me?" I respond, I was rather surprised he knew my name, only my old teachers and my family knew my name, my family simply because they're my family, and my teachers because not once did I ever say a single word after my parents' death, not even in my performing arts class, where all I did was write plays for the actors to perform.

"I have something for you." He said, reaching into the pocket on his knee, "Here," He held out a pistol, hammer cocked back, my eyes went wide. "If the knights can't use it, no one should." His eyes narrowed, he pulled the trigger...

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"Are you sure he'll be okay Fluttershy?" I heard a slightly familiar voice say, I slowly opened my eyes, the light burning my retinas, I raised my arm, It looked like a huge blob in front of my eyes, my eyes adjusted to the light quickly, but my eyesight still blurry, my hearing a bi muffled, everything sounded distant...

"The poor dear! would you look at that hole in his side!" A white blob appeared by my side.

"Rarity! back away, he's waking up!" The first voice said, which seemed to come from a purple blob towards the back of the room.

My eyesight cleared, and I looked around the room, it seemed to be made out of wood, lots of colorful books, shades, and curtains smothered the small window, a lamp was the only light on the room, though covered up, I could smell fresh air and hear Crickets chirping outside. I looked towards the foot of the bed, a group of colorful, intrigued... Ponies? Where... staring at me...

The violet one , a unicorn from the looks of it, walked, or should I say, trotted over to me, head cocked, "Hey there, how are you feeling?" She asked, a look of genuine worry spread across her face.

"Well, my side is in a lot of pain and I'm talking to a pony... So yeah..." From that I only got a puzzled look from her, almost as if talking horses are normal.

"You silly! Of course we can talk!" A Pink one with a dark magenta puff of hair on her head shouted out, bouncing up and down, "That's why you can talk!"

"Huh?" I picked up my arm, it was a lot clearer now, a gray-ish silver coat running over my skin, a hard hoof at the end. "Huh... I'm a pony too... um.. can you excuse me for a second while I..." I fell back, fading into unconsciousness as a group of six ponies rushed towards me, worried look on their faces.

"A pony huh..?" were my last thoughts as I slipped into the peaceful quietness of my mind...