//------------------------------// // A Not So Strange Beginning // Story: From Life to New Life // by Blue Breeze //------------------------------// Author's Note: Yo, what up? ...Remind me never to say that ever again. Anyway, if you're here that means either you're one of my older fans here to check out my newest work of not brilliance, or you're a newbie who somehow was interested enough to stop by and check this out. Either way, welcome aboard as I start my first traditional Human in Equestria story. I've done one before, but it was more of a parody to the sub-genre and was a spin-off to my other fics. This fic will be a test at my abilities to try what is probably the most overdone fic idea of all time besides Rainbow Dash getting it on with Applejack. And as a heads up, I plan to be completely realistic here. Everything expressed in here will be an accurate respresentation of my real life self with no addons of any kind. But enough of my pointless rambling, let us begin this uninspired tale. Life is very stange and full of unexpected things, both good and bad, especially in the kind of day and age we live in now. Centuries ago I bet no one thought a man would ever walk on the moon, a black man would be the president of the nited States, or that a TV show and franchise that has been known to cater to little girls for decades would be a worldwide phenomenon on the internet celebrated mostly by hundreds of thousands of teen and adult males. That up there is me, Tim Thissen, and I am one of these fans known to the popular culture as bronies. Before we continue, everyone pronounces my last name wrong, so let me say right now that it's pronounced like combining the words tea and sin. Got that? Good. So yes, I am a brony, a closet brony to be more specific, meaning that while I'd fully admit to being a brony online, in real life I have not told anyone for fear of judgment. Here's a thing about today's society: a majority of the people in it suck. Of course I've thought about revealing myself, but I can't afford to with me still being in a high school filled with judgmental teens and teachers. There are a few different types of people when it comes to the brony culture in my eyes. There are the bronies, which there are different varieties of, but I'm going to leave it at that. Then there's people who know about bronies and who aren't into the idea, but just let us do our own thing. These are how I wish people could be like. The majority, though, is probably either people who haven't heard of bronies, but just hearing about them will make them think of the idea as gay, or there's people who have heard about bronies and just think we're a bunch of homoes into a show for little girls. Certainly doesn't help with people like Howard Stern spreading around the belief that all bronies are perverts who jack off to pony porn. The moral of all of this is that people, especially teenagers, are shallow and judgmental. I guess I can't really blame them for the latter half, though. It's just how society has made them to think, no matter how bad that may be. I know I myself may be being judgmental by saying all of this, but people in my school really are like this whenever I'm around. They're loud, crude, and just flat out annoying all the time. Makes me sick to think just to about it. Besides, everyone's a bit of a hypocrite on one subject or another. I not only keep my bronyism a secret for the fear of being judged, but I am not a real tough guy. Hell, I've never even been in a real fight. I'd easily get my ass kicked by anyone who wanted to do so. I really kind of wish I could go somewhere where I could just be accepted without ridicule, but like that'll ever happen. I gotta stop reading so much fanfiction. I know it may seem like I'm doing nothing but complaining, but I'm really not, these are just my honest thoughts on the world. But I have learned accept these thoughts, seeing as I can't do anything to change them anyway. But it's not like I have a bad life whatsoever. I have a pretty good life in fact. Neither of my parents are dead, divorced, or abusive. I don't get bullied at the current point I'm at. My family is not poor or going through hard times. I don't even have any major disabilities. All in all, I really don't have anything to complain about. I just don't really like what our general society has come to and that I have to shut it all out just to keep my own sanity. It's not as if I'm an utter loner, though. I do indeed have friends, not just online friends either, but from my school that I hang out with on a regular basis. They're a bit obnoxious at times, but nobody is perfect and I'd take them over a good chunk of other kids my age any day. In fact, today, on a Saturday afternoon, me and my friends are meeting up at the movie theater to see the new Dark Knight Rises movie, and I am psyched for this. For the record, not even my friends know I'm a brony. My family does, and they accept it, except my sister, who just always annoys the hell out of me about it. But yeah, not a single person in my school knows I'm a brony and I plan to keep it that way. At least for now I do. Back on topic, though. It's currently early afternoon as I sit at my computer. My dad is at work and my mom and sister are out at the mall. I look at my clock to see the movie starts in about forty five minutes and I decide it'd be a good time to get a move on so I can catch the bus and make it to the movies on time. I grab my cell-phone, some money for my ticket, snacks, and bus fare, and I head out the door, using my spare house key to lock the door behind me. As I step off of the front porch of my house, I feel my phone buzzing off in my pocket. I grab and pull it out to see who's calling. I look at the caller ID and groan to see it's my mom, calling me just as I expected from her. I sigh. "Well, here we go." I flip it open and put it up to my ear as I try to not sound annoyed. "Hello?" "Hi, sweetie." my mom says through the phone. "How are you?" "Good, good. Just leaving the house and heading to the theater right now." "That's good. Did you make sure you grabbed the money I left for you?" "Yeah, Mom. I've got all the money, don't worry." "Okay, just make sure you don't lose it or your phone." "I will." "And be careful walking to and from the bus and while on the bus." "I will." I repeat, feeling slightly more annoyed. "And just go straight to the theater and make sure you stick with your friends so you don't get lost." "I will." I repeat again, now getting from annoyed to irritated. "And you make sure to-" "Look, I've got it." I interrupt her. "I've got the money, I'll be careful, I won't wander off, and I'll come straight home once the movie's over. Is that alright?" "Okay, sounds like you've got it under control. I love you. Have fun." "Love you, too." I say quickly, wanting to end the conversation as fast as possible. I close my phone and put it away before sighing in relief. "Finally. Geez." With that little annoyance done I continue my walk to the bus stop. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and all, it's just that while I've gotten older, she has not adjusted herself to match how old I've gotten. I'm damn near seventeen and she still coddles me like a seven year old. It's just going to the movies with some friends. I don't need someone pestering me with a bunch of crap I've already been told a million other times. Ugh. I'm just hoping the movie can take my mind off of this whole thing. I walk for about ten minutes until I get out of my neighborhood and come up on the nearest bus stop. I take a seat as I patiently await for the oncoming bus. I look at other people who are also waiting around me. They have that look to them that makes you think that they don't have anywhere to go but they probably do. You know what I mean? The bus comes around five minutes or so later and stops. People climb aboard in a line as they either give their fare or use their bus passes to get on. I give my fare before walking to the mid-section and talking a seat. The people around are your standard bus riders: the couple sucking face in front of everyone, the day laborer heading to his next appintment, a college student headed on to her campus looking for a tutoring session, a group of elderly making their way back to their home, and the annoying guys dressed as wannabe gangsters with headphones shoved into their ears. Just the usual crowd you see here on California buses. The bus comes to a stop a few moments later to pick up the next batch of waiters. The only one to step on is this somewhat tall guy in a hoodie. He looks to be around his early thirties and while he is a bit tall, he is a bit on the scrawny side. He looks awfully shady as well. He has his hood up over his head, has his face pointed down as to not make eye contact with anyone, and he has his hands in his jacket pockets the entire time, only taking them out to drop some money up front. He takes a seat towards the front of the bus after giving his fare. I don't know why, but that guy makes me nervous. Just then, my concentration from the guy is broken as my phone rings again. I take it out to see it's my buddy Jacob calling me. He's probably gonna complain about me taking forever. I answer the phone and put it to my ear. "Hey, what's up?" "What do you mean what's up?" he yells through the phone. "Where are you? The rest of us are sitting here waiting for you." "I'm on the bus to get there right now. Don't get your panties in a knot." "Asshole. Just get down here already." "Don't worry, man. When have I ever let you down?" "Do you want me to start counting?" "Shut up." While this pointless little conversation of mine is going on, the shady guy from before starts to walk to the front of the bus. The bus driver gives him an annoyed look. "Hey buddy, get back behind the line while the bus is in motion." The guy next to him reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a gun. The bus driver's eyes widen as he notices it. "Just keep drivin' and don't say a word." the guy demands in a low voice. The bus driver does a small nod while he is too terrified to say a single word. The man then turns around slowly, everyone on the bus oblivious to him. He points the gun upwards and fires it, causing everyone to jump and a few screams to go off. "Alright, this is a hold up." the guy says. "Dude, what the hell was that?" Jacob asks. I cup my hand over my mouth as I begin to whisper. "That was a gunshot dude. Some psycho is hijacking the bus." "Dude, come on, what was that? Seriously." he says, thinking I was joking. "I'm not joking, you dick. Some crazy guy shot a gun and is really hijacking the bus." "What?! Dude, seriously?! Holy shit!" "What I do?" I ask in both fear and panic. "Okay, just stay calm, do whatever the guy says, and don't be a hero. I'll get nine one one. What bus are you on?" "I'm on the-" "Hey kid, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" the guy asks angrily as he walks over, snatches the phone, and blows it to pieces with a bullet. He glares down at me. "You trying to call the cops on me. you little snitch?!" I move back a bit. "M-Me? No way, man. N-Never." I stutter. He eyeballs me for another moment before snorting. "You better not." he turns back as he looks at the other passengers. "And that goes for all of you! If anyone tries calling the police, I'll blow your fucking head off!" Everyone cowers in fear, making little more than whimpering noises, some stricken in fear so much they literally turned pale. I remain silent the entire time, not trying to do anything else to piss this guy off even more. The girl sitting next to me actually starts weeping and sniffling, thinking that she's going to die here. The hijacker hears the girl and looks her. He starts getting a shit eating grin on his face as he leans down to her. "Hey little lady, no need to be scared. I won't hurt ya. That is, if you're willing to do something for me." She looks at him wish a pitiful and scared look. "No..." "Oh yeah." he begins to move in closer onto her neck, the girl so stricken with fear that she doesn't even try resisting, only keep silent saying no through choked sobs. He backs off as he looks her in the eyes. "You and I are gonna have a good time time, right in front of all these people." As I look at the site, I no longer feel fear, but a deep rage building up inside me. I can't stand it when men trample all over women, just thinking they can whatever they want. 'I can't let this prick get away with doing this.' I think to myself. 'But the hell am I gonna do? This guy has a gun. He could easily kill me. Ugh. You decide to grow a pair now, Thissen?!' The guy starts bring his left hand up and grabs one of her breasts as he moves his right hand down towards the front of her pants. "Now we get to the fun part." Seeing this asshole do that just pushes me over the edge. ‘Ah, what the hell? If I’m going out, I might as well go out with a fuckin’ bang.’ I wait for the guy to pull his head back far enough that I can get a clear shot and hit him with a left hook to his face. He reels back off of the girl as he grabs his face in pain. “GAH! You little shit! I’ll fucking kill you!” I don’t allow him another chance to do anything as I send a shot right into his stomach, making him grab it in pain. I use this opportunity to give him an upper-cut to his jaw, sending him back as I grab his legs with all my strength and hoist him into the air before slamming him back down. I try to go in for another punch to his face, but he stops me as he hits me right in the forehead with the butt of his gun. Once I’m pushed off of him, ke kicks me back with both legs, making me fall on my back. I try to get up, but he quickly stops me as he gets on top of me and puts the barrel of the gun right between my eyes. He grins down at me in sheer pleasure. “You’ve pissed me off for long enough, you little asshole! Any last words before you blow your brains out?!” I remain quiet the entire time, not moving as I’m too scared of what might happen. But I remain quiet now from fear, but because I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of getting me to say anything. He looks at me, confused. “Nothin’? You got nothing’ to say to me?!” I only give him an empty look. He growls before cocking the gun. “Fine! You had your chance! Now go to hell!” A loud gunshot is the only thing I hear before the entire world around me goes black and in complete silence. I said I wanted to go out with a bang. Well, I guess I got it. Author's Note: So, what'd you guys think of that? It is a tad dark for the beginning, but it's supposed to act as a reflection to the rest of the story. I promise it won't be like this the whole way through.