//------------------------------// // abandoned // Story: Hopes and Aspirations - Part 1 of 3 // by That Pokemon Freak //------------------------------// Chapter one - Abandoned The streets were blocked by the constant and heavy down pour caused by the Pegasi and there weather machines. A young looking Pegasus, fifteen at most, hurried through the dark, lonely streets, clutching her new born colt and filly in here hooves as she went. Screams echoed through the streets and the colt and his sister cried for their mother’s attention, be it food, or just plain love, she would not answer their calls, she just looked straight ahead, the only thing she cared about was reaching her destination. The primrose orphanage on the outskirts of ponyville. We need to go back nine months to see how this began, a young mare had snuck out of her house after being grounded for staying out to late in the first place. She had found her way to her colt friend who was already out later than he should have been, they made their way to a harsh part of town. “I don’t like the look of this place, every corner has a sleazy looking mare on it.” Said the mare with a sense of fear in her voice, “Don’t worry babe, it’ll be fine if you stay with me.” Reassured the colt, bringing her closer to him. The couple found their way to a run-down bar filled with ponies that the upper class would say looked ‘unsavoury’, the mare took a careful, uneasy seat at the bar with her colt friend, he had a pitch black mane and royal blue coat and pink eyes, his cutie mark was of a set of drum sticks, he was the drummer of a small time band that got the occasional gig to pay the rent, She had a solid green mane and a gray coat with deep amethyst eyes that could make any pony fall at her grace, her cutie mark was of a red cross symbolising her set future career of nursing, she was already in training at a special school dedicated to teaching particular medical skills . They each pulled out fake ID’s to give to the bartender so they could order the shots that they were so desperately craving. About ten shots later both of the ponies stumbled out of the bar “I *hik* have no idea *hik* how I’m gonna get *hik* home” slurred the mare, who could barely stay on her hoofs. “Why don’t you crash at mine babe, it’s just around the corner and my parents are out wink wink.” Suggested the colt. “Oh *hik* yeah” the mare started to rub up against the colt. The two stumbled through the door, uncontrollably giggling at some forgotten joke that was told on the way home. The colt made his way to the record player and blasted out a piece of old dance music that most clubs have probably forgotten about, the colt bought the mare to her clumsy, drunken hooves to dance she looked into his hazy pink eyes and could see the alcohol at work, numbing his brain cells. “Your *hik* druuuunk” laughed the mare. “So are you silly filly” said the colt as he bought himself closer to her “How about we make this a private dance, in my room?” “That’s a *hik* plan” answered the mare, as she started to stroke her colt friends mane. Later on that night, in the colt's bedroom, the two started to get frisky and one thing led to another. Over the next two weeks the mare noticed some things, she was extremely tired all day and she had incredibly bad back aches, but the thing that scared her the most, she had missed her period. The mare made her way, with her colt friend down the seemingly endless hospital corridor to the waiting doctor, the colt was made to wait outside the ultrasound room as they were not married or were a blood relation. She left the room not knowing what to think, a flood of emotion ran through her as she walk up to her colt friend, who had almost warn a trail into the floor where he had been pacing around in anticipation of the possibly life changing news. “Well, are you?” the colt questioned with a scene of fear on his voice. “Its twins” the mare whispered just loud enough for the colt to hear her, but she could not look at him, she just stared at the ground, the colt stumbled slightly at the news but quickly composed himself, he walk over to the mare, who was close to tears, and out a reassuring hoof around her “We are gonna get through this” whispered the colt, the mare look up at his kind, warming smile and gave one back. Over the next couple of months the effects of the pregnancy got worse and worse, the mare's parents were very accepting of the mare's pregnancy, helping in anyway they could, but the colt on the other hand was freaking out, how was he going to do this at such a young age, he couldn't cope with it, he had to get out of this town. That night he managed to climb through the window to the young mare's room, he left a small envelope on the bed side table, gave her a gentle kiss on the head and climbed out the window and left town, for good. The next morning, the mare's mum did her normal morning routine of waking her daughter up for breakfast, but this time it was different. The small envelope caught her eye, she hated to be nosey but her curiosity got the better of her. “I love you, I always will, but I can’t do this, I’m to young and it’s too much to handle, I’m leaving town and I’m not coming back, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” The mare was shocked to her core, she woke up her daughter and handed her the letter “what’s this mum” said the tired mare, as her eyes scanned the page her smile slowly dropped, a sudden waterfall of tears streamed down her face and along her muzzle “How could he do this to me?” she asked with a quiver on the voice, her mum quickly ran over to give a reassuring hoof. That was it, she may as well have been on her own now and she knew, she could not do this without him. seven months had passed since the colt left, She could not afford nor was she ready for a new born in her life let alone two, hell she didn't even have a colt friend to help her through it. She was drenched from head to hoof, trying to keep her little foals dry and free from the cold, but it seemed that she was sheltering one more than the other, not on purpose of course, she just didn't notice. The colt had inherited his mothers gray coat, but that was as far as it went, he had a dark, green and black mane, his eyes were... strange, they were as gray as stone, the same colour as his coat. This was rare for ponies as more common eye colours were blue, green and pink. The little filly on the other hand had a white coat with big, beautiful pink eyes she got from her farther and a light blue mane. As the mare reached her destination, a flood of tears rolled down the side of the face, she looked at the little foals in her hooves, who were still screaming their heads off, and she whispered in their ears “No matter where you are, why you are there, or who you are there with, I will always love you from the bottom of my heart.” She place the foals down and wrapped them in one big blanket for warmth, but the little filly was shivering from the cold due to her not getting the full effect of the blankets much needed warmth during the travel. She knocked on the small blue door leading to the orphanage and ran, as if for her life. An elderly mare answered the door, looking around at first to see if the knocker was still there, it being all too common for ponies to drop their foals as if they were ‘cargo’ and run for the hills, the mare looked down to see the little foals screaming for their mother, she picked them up and took them inside. She placed them on the desk and removed the blanket, a titchy set of wings unfurled from the colts sides and flapped franticly, as if to fly away and search for his mother, but he didn't move, he was not yet strong enough to lift off. The mare noticed something about the beating of his wings, she could see little waves of sound and what sounded like a bass line, as if from a dub-step song, was being emitted from his wings. That along with his strange eye colour made for a mystery of a foal. She instantly gave the little colt a name, he was appropriately named Bass Line. But as for the filly, she didn't move, she was hardly breathing. The old mare quickly found a new dry blanket for her and then took her into a warm room to try to stop the spread of hypothermia, but she was too late, the filly’s body had all but shut down and it was only a matter of time before she died. The little colt was on his own in the world, he didn't have a mother, nor a father, and now her had lost his sister, his only sister, he truly had no one. After six months the colt had started to grow into a healthy young foal, but he didn't seem to want to interact with other foals, he preferred to play on his own and he shunned other foals who tried to interact with him. He was a quick learner and he was able to use his wings at a young age but only to have fairly controlled exploration ventures around the orphanage, discovering new places to hide away from the world. He was starting to get the hang of speaking singular words like “wing” or “leave” and he had got the hang of names, well his own and Mrs primrose that is. When it came around to sleeping, well there was very little, he would stay wake at night looking at the stars and trying to catch a glimpse of cloudsdale’s beauty in the night sky. After one year he could form basic sentences like “food please” and “Leave me alone” but mostly he would just give blank stares to any pony that tried to communicate or play with him. He had near enough mastered his wings and could speed around the orphanage a bass line thumping as he went. There was one place that he had never been and had been instructed by Mrs Primrose never to enter because it was dangerous, that was the attic, but the other foals were being persistent today for him to join in with their games and he needed a new place to hide from the rabble, he flew up and pulled the leaver to open the attic. With a creek and a puff of dust the trap door slowly lowered, the little colt slowly flew in and landed. There were many different things in the attic that would attract the attention of any pony, but Bass was attracted to one thing above any, a large contraption that was a mixture of buttons, shifters and keys. Bass noticed the words “Bass m-m-mast-t-ter, hmm I wonder what it does” the young colt eagerly muttered to himself. Bass climbed up onto the stall that was placed in the centre of the contraption, he scanned the surface of the contraption noticing the two large disks with needles resting on their surface, he then did what any other foal would do In his situation, press the biggest button he could see and hope it does something, and it did. The machine roared into life, the disks started to spin and as they did, the foal discovered his calling in life, a light music beat kicked in, the little colt started to bob his head in time with the music and every increasing grim emerged on his little mouth, the beat started to get louder and louder until it abruptly stopped, and then, the bass line dropped. A wave of pure happiness rolled over his body and the heavenly music was cut off when Mr Primrose pulled the cord out of the wall. Bass got an earful that night “how could you be so reckless”, “you could have got hurt”, he was not allowed to leave his room for a week. But he would never, ever forget the day he got his cutie mark, a speaker bellowing out musical notes symbolising his love for bass and his dreams of being Equestria’s most famous DJ, he couldn't have been happier.