V-472

by SimpleWriter


Chapter 1 'A Long Night' Sec. 6 'The Void'

"WAIT WAIT NO!!!"

"You did this to yourself, kid!" The pony cackled.

The bat hung by itself over Christa's head, ready to be brought down upon her skull! I screamed and fought my restraints as soldiers around me were aroused anticipation! I pulled hard enough to the point I thought I was going to dislocate something, I was breaking skin!

"NO! PLEASE! DONT! Don't do this please!!"

The bat lowered itself closer to the floor. She looked at me, acting like I said the dumbest thing she had ever heard. The pony turned towards me. She sighed, and brought a hoof to her forehead.

"No? Then what am I supposed to do?! Did you forget the fact that you killed one of my men? Did you forget the fact that you took this very same bat, and beat the holy fuck out of him!? I don't know about you, but I take offense to that! Nobody pulls that shit without me personally paying them back! You're getting exactly what you deserve, fucking monster!"

Everyone in front of me was trembling, sweating profusely. Some were on the verge to tears, mostly children. Christa was out on the floor. She had passed out from pure terror. Her bright blonde hair masked her face from view. Her father was screaming her name through the tape over his mouth.

"Shut up!" The pony barked. "Shut up, you fat, greasy, bastard!"

The rainbow pony turned to me. "It seems only fair to pulverize somebody you care about. Somebody who matters to you, just as that soldier meant to me, as they ALL mean to me. Now let me do my work, or I will make you do it myself!"

Then bat once more rose over her head. Everyone screamed and looked away. I begged and pleaded for Christa to be spared. Tears poured down my cheeks as I screamed. I kicked and twisted in my chair, but nothing worked. It was no use. Her eyes were closed. Christa looked beautiful, peaceful. I'm glad she wasn't awake to see this. I mumbled her name over and over. The pony smirked, and burned this memory into my mind with only two words...

"Goodbye, Christie."

WHAM!!

The baseball bat swung down so fast, I couldn't see it. I heard the sound and I fucking lost it. I screamed and bawled, gazing upon her hair, turning from blonde to crimson red in a matter of seconds!

WHAM!!

The bat was brought down on the same exact spot. Her legs lurched, her arms twitched. I screamed her name, trying to dislocate my wrists if it meant that I could get free. Christa's father was dead silent, his eyes were so wide, they were about to roll out of his skull. He tried to say his daughters' name, but nothing came out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and just went limp; slumping to the side, out of view.

I screamed and screamed her name. The pony took pleasure out of all of this, bringing the bat down on her head once more.

WHAM!!!

And again...and again.

WHAM!!!

A sickening crack of bone sent me toppling over, falling face first into the floor. Tears quickly pooled underneath me. I cried. I just cried. I watched her helplessly, moaning and sobbing.

WHAM!!!

Blood...there was so much blood.

WHAM!!!

Her body twitched as her eyes bulged out of her sockets. She let out sickening gurgles as blood sprayed out into the Winter air. Blood gushed out of nose and mouth. I couldn't say a single word. I cried in total silence. The rainbow pony even refrained from striking her head. The bat lowered itself to the floor, and she stepped back. Christa let out agonized moans mixed with the helpless gurgles and chokes as the blood filled her lungs. She rolled from side to side, spraying blood on the people on either side of her. It landed on her father's unconscious body. Her wide open eyes looked in all directions frantically, before landing on me.

She stopped and stared. She just stared. I looked her in with a trembling lip. "C-Christa?" She didn't say anything, she didn't do anything but cough softly. Her wide eyes just blankly stared into mine.

"Man..." The pony gasped. "This was unexpected. Jesus..."

Her face was entirely red...soaked. It pooled underneath her. Her kicks became weak, her coughs grew faint. It wasn't long...before she ceased to move at all. Motionless...lifeless...painless. No breath entered nor escaped her lungs.

I just watched. The pony didn't say a word. She stared at Christa, before letting her head hang on the floor. Without warning, no hint, no glance towards me or anybody, she brought the bat straight down onto the bridge of Christa's nose. I let out a whimper, my lip dribbled with vomit, as I lurched out a puddle that stretched out across the floor. Her face became more and more bent, twisted, and mutilated with every swing. And all I could do was watch and sob to myself.

WHAM!!!

WHAM!!!

WHAM!!!

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"Blood! He needs blood! Blood STAT!!!"

I could barely comprehend where I was being taken to. Lights above me raced by. A pattern. Ceiling panel...light...ceiling panel...light. Doctors and nurses bolted down what seemed like an endless hallway, hauling me to god knows where. Slack-jawed, I raised my head, barely able to move. I gazed upon my left hand. It was mangled, broken. My entire hand and some of my wrist was swollen and purple. The tip of my pinky finger was ripped off, exposing raw bone. Each finger was broken and bent in unnatural angles.

"Lay down sir." A nurse said to me as calmly as she could. "Everything is going to be fine. Stay with me! Listen..toooo..."

I didn't wake up for a long time. Most of the time when I did come to, I found myself lying in a hospital bed. I would only be awake for so long, before fatigue or whatever painkiller I was given fought back. The most notable and briefest moment of consciousness was when my eyes slid open to see her beautiful eyes staring at me. Christa sat in a chair by the window. A night sky was all that I could see outside. Tears in her eyes, she saw me staring at her and she nearly burst out crying.

Quickly, Christa knelt to the side of the bed. She didn't know what to say. Puffy eyed, she leaned in and gently pecked me on the tip of my nose. I couldn't move. I just blinked at her.

I looked into her eyes, and I wanted to sit up and hug her tight; and never let go. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, how much of a bastard I was. I wanted her to know that it will never happen again. Christa...Christa was one of the few people who showed me love, an actual connection. She was one of the few people in my life who never left me, or became another sorry slob on the streets. I never truly knew what this felt like until I met her.

"Shhh..." She whispered. "Rest....please. I'm staying here. I am never leaving you...not until you get better. I love you, Oscar Clutch. I love you so so much."

The moment I tried to say something, I blacked out. It only felt like a second, but when my eyes opened again...she was back in her chair... slumped over to the side. The sun was barely peaking over the horizon. I'll tell her how I feel once I stand on my two feet. That is a promise...that I never kept.

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I was on the verge fading into the dark, cold depths of my mind. Her skull was smashed into bits. All that was left was a mesh of blood, brain, bone, and hair. The tears stopped flowing. I just stared from the floor.

WHAM......WHAM!!!!!

Her ponytail was the last thing that was together. Sprinkled with red, the hair trailed closely behind her battered skull. Her family grieved, sobbing profusely, some passed out. My limbs were numb, my heart was shattered into pieces. I was just...numb.

"WOOOO!!!" The pony howled, letting the bat fall to the floor.

It clanged against the ground, rolling away from me. I watched it roll. I watched the massive dent in its metal roll further and further away from me. The pony sat down, huffing and puffing. Everyone and everything was silent. All expect for the exhausted panting emanating from the pony.

"Whoa boy...that uhh...that really took it out of me."

She wasn't recognizable anymore. Her beauty was...it was gone. She just kept hitting Christa over and over and over again. There was nothing left but a mass of blood, brain, and bone. Clumps of hair were stuck together with blood, and exposed brain bits clung to the strands. There was a pool of red all around her, even licking at her father's arm as he lied on the floor. I couldn't look away, no matter how much I tried.

"Oh man." The pony sighed, catching her breath. "I've always wanted to do that. Always, but I've never got the time to do it. Man...ever since I saw Negan beat the holy fuck out of Glen, I wanted to try it out. Man, no wonder you guys like the comics so much. You couldn't get that shit in Equestria."

I glared up at the pony. The murderer. The fucking monster. How dare she. HOW FUCKING DARE SHE!!? I screamed and snarled like an animal, pulling at my restraints. The pony just ignored me like I wasn't even there! How could she?!! How could she do this to her?!! To me!! TO EVERYONE?!!

"There are comics?" I heard a soldier ask.

The rainbow pony looked at someone out of my view. "Of course there are comics. How else would these people know about it?"

I snarled at her, kicking and screaming, never taking my eyes off that bitch!

"Well...most people in this universe watch the T.V. show."

"Hold on!" The pony gasped. "Hold the fuck up! There's a show!? Like...an actual T.V show?! Why the hell didn't anybody tell me anything?!"

"YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKER!!!!"

I shouted at her, tears pouring down my face. I twisted and fought against my restraints! I will kill her! I will fucking kill her for what she has done! I pulled, kicked, and punched as hard as I could! I'll kill her! I had to! I need to! I'm going to rip her fucking head off!!!

"Why!? WHY!!?" I screamed.

The bitch looked at me with an unfazed stare. She didn't say a word. The pony picked up the bat with her mouth, and she swirled the end in the corpse of Christa. She walked over to me, slowly creeping up with each step. She stopped looking at me, and I glared back at her, as she towed over my trembling body. She brushed the bat up against my face. I screamed, shaking my head furiously! Blood and brain matter l covered the left side of my face and clung to my hair!

She spat the bat out, it fell to the floor, briefly masking my shrieks with its high pitched ring. "You wipe that off, and I'll personally roll your fucking face in the gore. You can scream, you can cry, but youtalk to me like that again and I will make you EAT IT!"

I screamed with rage, with agony, with sorrow. The pony just looked at me like I was a pathetic child. She gave a nod, and two men lifted me into the air, having me staring down at Christa's corpse from above.

"Wait. Before you cut him loose, put him down, I know just the thing." The pony commended. The pony approached me and bent forward so we were face to face. "Now, Oscar, what I'm gonna do is I’m gonna numb a good 80% of your nervous system. You're gonna lose most of your bodily functions, and you'll be pretty motionless for roughly the next few hours. You won't feel a thing. Oh, and if you’re worried that this will hurt, don't get too excited, it won't. Now stay still if you please..."

A solid red beam of light shot up from her chest. I could barely see it coming before it hit me right between the eyes. My head lurched back as I let out a cry of shock. In the span of a few seconds, my limbs felt weak. My head felt heavy, and it just slumped down against the backrest of the chair. I couldn't feel anything! I couldn’t feel anything below my neck! My jaw was locked in place and all I could do was roll my eyes, and scream through my teeth! I was helpless!

"There, that wasn't so bad now wasn't it. Would you like a lolipop?" The pony chuckled. "Toss him in."

I watched everything shake, as blades cut through the tape. One by one, my limbs slumped to the floor. The pony looked down at my pants. I could see her smirk out of the corner of my eye.

"Man, you had a lot to drink. Heh. Hope you haven't had dinner recently."

A bright blue light and gushing winds made me look back to see a large swirling, blue mass! A portal! It was a portal, and I was being carried towards it!

"RRAAH! HGGAAH!" I screamed. Spit sprayed out of my locked in place jaw.

Dad...Dan...everybody...they watched me get carried away. Dad's eyes were red and puffy. Dan glared in my direction, welling up. Christa remained on the floor, bludgeoned, deformed. Gone forever.

"HGGAAHH!!"

The two men carrying me out me on my feet, holding me by the shoulder. The rainbow pony stood in front of me back facing the portal. She gleamed at me with her smoldering red eyes.

"You twisted my arm here, you know that, right? If you would've gone by the rules, then I wouldn't be in this mess. If you didn't kill one of my guys, my men, my valuables, then we wouldn't be having this conversation, your girlfriend would still be here, still alive and kicking. That's on you. This is ALL on you."

I snarled at her, my lower lip and chin was dribbling with spit.

"You think that it can't get any worse than this, don't you. You probably have the typical sworn oath that you are going to kill me one day. I'm right, aren't I? I get it. It's understandable. You're grieving and in shock. But let me make something clear. I'm not even going to touch a single hair on their heads as long as you play ball with what I'm gonna throw at you. Do what I say, and they will be fine. That sounds fair, right?"

I was leaned further back, the flannel was barely nicking the alien energy behind me.

"You may hate my guts right now...but I think you'll learn. Call it a hunch Oscar, but I think you and I are gonna have good things going for us. I know a few ways to straighten out people like yourself. Most of them aren't one armed freaks, but whatever. I will make you stronger in ways you won't even imagine. Yep... I think we'll be very good friends."

She placed a hoof on my chest.

"Until next time."

She pushed me. I watched everything evaporate into a blue light that blinded me. In this blue haze, I cried out in utter shock. Everything got so bright to the point I swore I was going blind! Just as I thought it couldn't get any brighter, the light dimmed down until I could still see the room around me through a blue haze. I was unable to move, but I watched...ME falling! I was hovering in mid air, in a beam of blue light, staring at a still setting of the room I was in before I was pushed. I could see everyone and everything still as a photograph, stuck in time. I was staring at myself in awe. The terror on my face. The streak of gore the pasted the side of my face. I was falling backwards towards the portal behind me. I was so helpless.

I wasn't given enough time to study my mistakes, as my view suddenly shifted to the ceiling, and I gently rose up towards it. Like anyone would, I tried to put my hand out in front of me to protect myself, but I was still crippled below the neck. I closed my eyes briefly, bracing for impact, but instead as I didn't feel any pain, I was moving through the concrete ceiling! As my face mushed itself against the solid surface, I sunk into it, emerging out the other end. This wasn't like a hologram, for I moved through this ceiling like I was broken apart and squeezed through! It was as if every bit of me, every shred of clothing that I wore, they were all broken down into trillions of pieces at the atomic level. My head would emerge through each floor of this building, and I would watch pieces of me grow back as particles clumped together to form me once more. I was disassembled and put back together time and time again until I was hovering above the building.

Still shrouded in blue light, I looked down at the ground which seemed to be miles below me, I just kept rising up at a steady pace. My feet dangled below me and I couldn't do a thing. The higher I went, the colder I got, but I never froze to death, I never passed out. The blue beam of light prevented me from doing so. I just kept floating up and up into the atmosphere like a balloon. I couldn't see the building anymore. I couldn't even see my city clearly enough, I was too high. I was just staring at a massive cluster of lights. I never stopped rising. It was as if I had become an angel or spirit ascending into heaven.

Soon enough...I felt weightless. I felt so loose, my clothes swayed in a gravity free state. Awestricken I was ...looking at Earth as it spun...or as I spun around it. I had drifted up and up through the atmosphere, high enough to lose the strength of gravity. I didn't know how long I floated there in the darkness of space, but I could still breathe perfectly fine. I didn't feel heat nor cold...I felt nothing. Before everything went crazy, I was looking down, not at America anymore, but at a diffwerent continent. A large pale line stretched across a large portion of land that I could see. It dawned on me that I was looking at China. I was looking at The Great Fucking Wall Of China. I was dumbfounded, I was stunned silent. I just looked down at it in awe and disbelief. However, it was as if looking at China was a signal to take me away, because that was when everything disappeared.

I watched my legs and feet stretch out to supernatural lengths. They stretched out so far, I had a gut feeling that I would land feet first and briefly walk on The Great Wall, before I was slingshoted into the infinite depths of space. Stars raced past me at supersonic speed. No whiplash broke my neck or tore my body in two. I didn't explode or implode, everything became blurred and fuzzy. I raced through the solar system, faster that the speed of sound, faster than the speed of an electron...faster than light itself.

I became so fast, so thin, so stretched out...I couldn't tell where I began or where I ended. Everything so blurry, until a blue streak of light erupted from any direction around me, I couldn't tell. I was consumed by it, swallowed whole by it. When I came out the other side, I was whole again. I could see my feet and body in their natural proportions. I was normal, but where I was...it was far from normal. It was far from natural and supernatural, rational and irrational, reality and fiction.

I was flying sideways, I could tell for when I looked to my right, I was looking down at a massive void. It had no shape or color. It was just black. Blacker than anything I've ever seen. This mass, this void, it held the many Earths , the infinite Earths in its grasp. Billions...trillions of versions of the home I knew, it had it. I could see them. Small and big, in a blaze of fire or as an iceball, solid or as a gas. They were all there. I stared at this massive infinite abyss of worlds, and a single tear slid down my cheek. I was overwhelmed with emotion. Terror, awe, sadness, confusion. I just looked at this world. The world of all worlds to exists or will exists. The Multiverse.

I'll never truly know if a god exists. I'll never know if there is an afterlife until I find out for myself. But if there is a god, then this would be it.

And then gravity reunited with me once more.
In the blink of an eye, a flash of light enveloped me before I was staring at a rough dirt surface to my side. I don't need to say much other than it hurt as my body grinded to a halt. Dirt and rock scraped against my skin, contributing to my stop. I couldn't feel much of anything, but my face felt cold. I couldn't move much of anything either, I just kept staring at a cloudy grey sky. Snow floated down onto my face, Pecking softly against my cheeks before sinking into my skin.

A face loomed over me. Not a human face. Its eyes glowed the same emerald green just as any of the other grunts. A pony, light blue in color, but lacked any hair. It just looked at me curiously with a confused smirk. Its eyes trailed down to my left arm, and shrugged.

"One arm, male!" It announced. "He seems to be awake!"

"Just put him over there for now!" I heard gruff voice order.

I don't know how, but my entire body managed to lift itself off the ground, leaving me to dangle my head back. I just found myself staring at the pony's chest and a large metallic ring that it wore. I was glowing like the rainbow pony's, however this was glowing a more orange color. Whenever it took a step, I floated forward. Each turn it took, I remained right in front of it. Not even bothering to say anything, I just stared at the metal ring as I was being hauled off to wherever.

"Where should I....oh here we go." I heard the pony say. "I'll just lean you against this log, then you can watch the migration."

My body was leaned against a fallen tree. The pony made sure that my head was resting upon it, so I was looking straight into a massive valley of ice and snow. The pony didn't say a goodbye, or even a word for that matter. It just dumped onto this log, and left me in the cold. I just lied there for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was mere minuets. I breathed in and out, my chest softly rising and falling.

Was this real? Is this really...happening? No, it can't be. This couldn't be. This was impossible. This has to be a dream. I'll soon enough wake up, and it'll be the first morning of 2017. I'll be with my friend, my girlfriend, my dad. I don't care if I work in the morning, I'll take the day off, I don't care. Just wake up. All I gotta go is wake up.

I looked up into the sky. The way the sun glowed through the grey clouds was oddly soothing. The valley was beautiful, I'll give it that. I could see it in the sky. I could see her in the sky. Christa. Her warm smile beamed down onto me. She had tears in her eyes. What was she saying? How mouth was moving like she was trying to speak. What is it?

Her smile faded out, her face blended into the clouds. And then they came.
Large black objects swung down from above. They flew and there was dozens of them. They were all four meters long at the minimum. some had to be over a hundred feet for sure. Their elongated wings soared through the freezing air with such grace. They were nothing like any bird that I have ever seen. As they flew closer towards the ground, I could see the many scales and horns that covered their faces and bodies. Four legs were attached to each creature, slightly bent. Long reptilian tails trailed close behind each one. I couldn't believe my eyes. Then again, I can't believe much of anything anymore. I couldn't believe that I was actually watching this.

I was watching a flock of dragons. Creatures of fiction and fantasy, I was looking straight at them. One that had to have been roughly forty meters in length, black as night. It opened it mouth, and let out an ear piercing roar that shook me to the bone. All I could do was just watch and think to myself...
"Please be a dream. Please be a dream. Please be a dream."

Even if it was completely useless, I kept hoping in desperation that I would wake up.


I never did...