//------------------------------// // Is that an earthquake? // Story: When Scars Heal // by gelorum //------------------------------// Blood. My nose is full of it,my head is light on it,and I feel tired. "Those mules must have really done a number on me!" "AHHH! A Talking Zombie!" "I'm not a zombie Scoots, *Grunt* just really banged up." I assured her. Last thing I need is her trying to kill me with a screwdriver. "Did you get in a fight?!" "Heh. Real observant captain obvious." "What's that supposed to mean....Hey!" "Hehehehe! *Cough* I'm just kidding Scoots." "So how'd the fight go, did you beat em, did you roar and scare em away, what were you fighting about?!" Sheesh! Overexcited much. "Nightmare moon." "You were arguing over Nightmare moon?" "No we were literally fighting for who was taking Nightmare moon." "You know Nightmare moon is evil, right Dad?" "Have you met her?" "No, but Twilight said." "Didn't we discuss passing judgement on others already?" "But!" "No buts Scoots, if you don't know her don't judge her. That would be like calling her a "blank flank" because you didn't see a cutie mark." "......Okay." "Alright, I need your help." "With what?" "Did you see anyone come out of the forest while you were out, anything?" "Well, I didn't think much of it at the time but there was a taxi cart heading north, but wouldn't stop at the taxi pole." "That sounds like it fits,thanks." "How does that help?" Pulling myself from the floor, and walking to my room and running profiles, info, and consequences in my head. "Tells me how far ahead of me they are, and how long it could take me to catch up. You have been incredibly helpful Scoots, but I still need a favor." "What?" "I want you to go to your room and on the back of the door, you'll find a button that says NLD on it. Push that button and sit on your bed till I come get you okay?" "Why do I--" "Just promise me!" I said raising my voice. "Yes sir, I promise!" "Good I'll be back as fast as I can, now go." I said slipping down a hatch in my bedroom floor. Let's see.... closet 6 for LTL rounds, and.. 8 for Grenade ammo. I thought while sliding down the ladder. "Come on baby open....what the heck!" I screamed as I caught my reflection in a mirror. "They clipped my wings, they clipped my bloody wings!" I screamed almost crying. After spending a few minutes mourning my wings, and coming up with a plan. "Jeeves, bring me the roadrunner concept I built!" "The one with the overdrive system sir?" "Yes that one, quickly though I only have a few seconds “Right away sir!” Running back and forth between closets pulling out ammo chests, gun cases, and grenade packs, hoping and praying I don’t get there too late. “Okay! Got everything I think I’m going to need, uh, oh yes!” I shout snapping my fingers and reaching to the highest shelf in the closet. “Yeah baby.” I whisper “Your car is ready sir.” I leap to my feet and make a mad dash for the vehicle, catching my wings on a low shelf. As pain surges down my spine and into my legs forcing me to my knees, I begin to wonder their reason for clipping rather than removing them. “Grrrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” I scream as I use a ‘Light Blade’ to cut my wings off, and cauterize them in a single swipe. LImping to the car I open the door and slide the keys into the ignition, closing the door behind me as pain crawls the length of my spine. “Yeah!....First try...baby!” I say between painful breaths as the engine roars to life, before idling into a soft purr. “Bay Doors Open!” The computer says. Slamming the car into 1st and Jamming the gas, tires start to smoke as I tailfish. The tires gain traction rocketing the car out the door and into the bright midday sun. “Come on baby, make Papa proud!” I scream switching gears, already to the 4th. A deep rumble consumes my body as the car gains speed, gears coming quickly, ground moving in the blink of an eye. “Boost time baby!” I scream with a fresh dose of adrenaline as I empty the nitrous tanks. The Speedometer needle nails itself against top speed while the RPM’s threaten to crack the engine. “Beginning overdrive charge!” I yell at an invisible crew as ponyville blinks by. Amongst the overwhelming cacophony of technology a whine starts to make itself known. Hehe! Hope she works Amy. “OOOOOVEEEERRDRIIIIVE!” I Scream as I bring my fist down on the plunger. As the car roars down the strip my eyes begin to bleed, body fully pressed to the seat, ear drums burst as the sound barrier cracks and the car begins to fall apart around me. Just....a...few..more...seconds. I think as I try to take another breath. I finally see the mountains base, Canterlot perched high upon its face,and then tragedy strikes. A single variable unaccounted for, a rather sharp rock amongst dirt and trees. A tire shatters, the nose rockets toward the ground, glass shatters and sprays. Flipping end over end as the steaming mass of metal flies through the air, dipping and snapping chunks off with each thunderous strike to the ground. No......I can’t lose her now.....not when I’m so close! I think as I prepare to teleport under such extreme conditions. Focusing the energy of my beaten, twisted, and mangled body on its target I disappear from the wreckage, bursting forth miles above the planet. Falling at a gaining speed I make no attempt to slow my descent, only aim between my closest friend, and my own flesh and blood. Into this world...I came, an unwanted, “He’ll be asian Daddy, won’t that be great!?” hated, “Go back to your straw hut you little filth!” unclaimed, “What!? That...thing isn’t mine!” filthy, “Have you ever had a shower before you dirty little rat?!” Bastard! “Stupid boy, run back and cry to your father, oh wait you don’t have one!” But upon my return to dust I, find myself not sorrowful, or overjoyed. But I find myself as I most often do....tired. “Goodbye Nightmare. Thank you for being the truest friend I ever had....Thank you.” As I whisper my final words, I close my eyes and fall at what seems to be a constantly slowing state. Awaiting either the death of impact, or that of a destructive spell. “Goodbye everyone. Thank you!” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSPPP!” “Twilight! Twilight he’s awake!” A voice says from out of view. The sound of rapid hoof falls and a few wingbeats can be heard. “How are you feeling sir?” A voice asks, I assume it to be Twilight. Two hard plates press against my arm, hooves. I am not dead, and yet I am surprised to find this the case. “I thought you said he was awake Spike!?” “Well he raised off the bed a bit and was gasping.... for.... air.” He said, shaking as he lifted a finger to point at me now towering over his lavender companion. “Good morning! How- “How long?” “Excuse me?” “How long have I been asleep?” “I don’t think it’s a good time right now. My books say it could cause massive t- “Twilight. .......How long?” “Its been two years to the day!”