//------------------------------// // bombs go boom // Story: When Lightning Strikes... // by neighsmith //------------------------------// I don’t own a license to My Little Pony, and this story is not written for a profit. When Lightning Strikes An explosion is a rapid increase in volume and release of energy in an extreme manner, usually with the generation of high temperatures and the release of gases. An explosion creates a shock wave. After the shock wave comes a still quite where remaining energy disperses. prologue The road ahead of you was lit for a moment, sending everything into perfect clarity. Then the whole world was plunged into blindness. You realize you can’t see anything. Not like it mattered, you think to yourself, you don’t have to see where you’re going if your not going anywhere. You keep trotting along, the monotonous tones of your hooves on mud fading into the night, highlighted by the occasional flash of lightning. “The pegasus ponies weren’t kidding when they said that this storm was going to be awful...” You are cut short as a bright orange fireball engulfs your entire body , bits of shrapnel sticking into your skin like oddly-shaped needles, and your unkempt black and yellow mane singeing. The thunderous explosion causing the soft and pointed ears on your head to ring as if they were inside a large church bell. The darkness that then wrapped around you was darker, quieter, and calmer, than the darkness of the night. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hello?” voices and sounds penetrate through this new darkness like light through a dark room. “Are you awake? Sir, please get up... Oh no, don’t tell me I killed him, Oh Celestia, no. Not today! Why didn’t you look where you where going? Is he going to be ok? I don't know if i can live with myself if I, if I...” an emotional tone said. “Sir, Fuse, right? Please be quiet. Just stay calm. The mood you’re in is not helping your friend here.” a less emotional(what emotion there was being annoyance at this, Fuse, colt) and mareish voice cut through. “yes ma’am” ... “but, I mean what if I actually did...” The mare sighed, “If you can’t stay quiet, he won’t be the only one who is injured.” Fuse bit his tongue to stay quiet. Through the pain of his tongue he noticed one of the mysterious pony’s eyes slowly open, and looked quizzically at the nurse pony who was tending to him. “what, who....” you say. just then a crying pony threw his front hooves around the stranger who wasn’t dead. ___________________________________________________________________ “release of energy” Fuze was very emotional as a foal. He always was bashful around others, but he had his brave side whenever somepony was in trouble. Then he would cry afterwards and would need to be tended to more than whoever he had saved. His parents, Carmel Apple and Carrot Top, where as nice as they come.They lived in Manehattan until Fuze was born. His parents decided that there would be a need for a growing stallion to run in the open, especially if he was going to be like his father,who grew up on a farm. And so they moved to a farm on the edge of Appleloosa. Here fuze lived. He wasn’t of much help to any of the farmers, for while he had the spirit of his father, he had the form of his mother, meek and and not very strong. Most of his time was spent drawing and reading. On his 10th birthday, Fuze got a book, from his aunt in-law in law, Pinkie. It had festive bow, streamers, balloons, and his favorite, candy. This was quite usual for the pink party mare, however, the inside wasn’t quite what he was expecting. It was a book and a box, with a little note explaining that this was from Twilight Sparkle, one of Pinkie’s friends. He read through the book, and used the box(which was a science kit) to make his first ever bomb. At that time he never knew that he had accidentally quadrupled the ingredients(which were rainbow water and the juice of a blueberry). The explosion was a magnificent aura of color, blue shock wave and a rainbow after-burn. the young colt was dazed by its amazing color( and the fact that it knocked him off of his hooves). He loved it. He barley felt the tingling on his flank from his cutie mark appearing when his creation detonated. From that day on he strived to be the best pyro/ bomb maker in all of Equestria. His crafts never hurt anypony, they always showed great fun to all that he knew with their extravagant hues and sounds. well until that day..... Fuze opened his eyes and noticed that he was hugging the colt that he had almost killed with his little , “cocktail”. He blushed and pulled away, trying(and failing) to hide that he had been crying. _____________________________________________________________________ “Did i miss something?” your eyes are open and alert. You notice that it is day, and that you are covered in bruises and cuts, and smelled like burnt hair, but other than that, you seem okay. You also notice that next to you was a calm and sensible mare, and that a very distressed colt backing away, with an obvious blush spreading across his face. “ ugh, all I remember is that I was walking , and then boom!” you try to lift yourself off of the ground, an ache in your side erupted into cascading waves of pain that spread through your entire abdomen. The nurse pushed you down while she covered your muzzle with her hoof. “lay down, you are not severely hurt, but you do have some bad burns on your side, thanks to Mister Fuze, the Pyro-Freak over there. You walked right into his bomb site and almost stepped on the hey-feathered thing. When it went off you were thrown unconscious for almost a day and a half.” At this, the tear-stained, flustered, and ashamed stallion (who you assume is Fuze) tries to bury his face into his front-hooves. “after the shock wave comes a still quite” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...” Fuze sobbed out over and over You hate when people cry, or when people think that they did something wrong when they haven’t. You hate that more than even more than the pain you were feeling. To hey with this nurse. You stand up, quite wobbly and almost cry out in the resulting pain. ~~~~~~~ What was this pony doing? Is he trying to stand? With that wound? Not to mention all the painkillers he has in him. I have to try to stop him. The worried nurse showed her discomfort with the injured unicorn moving. ~~~~~~~ Despite her efforts, you manage kept on going until you get next to the crying pony. You then found yourself at a loss of how to get his attention. Might as well just kick him... You soon realized that this was a bad idea as yet another wave of pain flowed through your side, but it seems to get the colt’s attention. ~~~~~~~~ Fuze looked up. His heart dropped as he saw the pony who he had hurt grimacing. “I”m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” ~~~~~~~~ “as remaining energy disperses” “Be quiet!” you yell out, more angrily than he had intended to. You mentally kicked yourself as he saw Fuze shrink away even further. “Uhm, sorry that came a little strong, but really, don’t beat yourself up over it. It was an accident, and I messed up what you were doing. I’m the one who should be sorry.” Fuze jumped up onto you and hugged you again, his crying continuing. “oh thank you oh thank you! oh I’m so happy you aren’t hurt. Are we friends? does this mean we are friends?!?!! oh...” images of a pink pony that you had met a long time ago flow into your mind. An annoyed nurse interjected and said “He needs his rest, and his side is still injured. He needs more time to heal. Come on, let him come with me back to the hospital.” “Oh no! he can stay with me at my place tonight! A sleep over with my new best friend!” then remembering his courtesy he added, less energetically, “That is if he wants to...” This sudden outburst shocks you,not expecting such hospitality from Fuze, but the nurse seems like she expected as much. “Well, of course I need to,” you looked between the stoic nurse and the ecstatic face of Fuze, “to stay with Fuze, it’s the least I can do to make up for me messing up his, um, ‘experiment’.” Fuze bounded up and down in a way that reminded the nurse pony of a certain pink mare who had brought in a sick filly one day. She shook her head and laughed. “Well I just leave my card and be on my way, hope you get better, mr.___???” “Spark.” for the first time in a long time, you smile.