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Still Dashie's POV
Yawn.... I slowly awoke and saw that Storm wasn't next to me anymore. I looked up at the time, 10:22 I SLEPT IN! I hope he didn't leave for AJ's yet! I got out of bed and just like everyday, didn't bother to fix my hair. I trotted down to the living room to see Storm just about to leave. "WAIT!" Storm stopped abrubtly and turned his head around and smiled.
"Hey Dashie, I was just on my way to AJ's to ap-"
"Whoa whoa whoa. Not yet. That can wait, but first we need to get you some stuff. Then after, get me some stuff. Whatever seems to come first."
"Uhh ok, sounds like fun!" He looked like he took the time to groom his mane and splash water on his face, he didn't look tired at all after performing his first Sonicstorm.
"Hey, did you eat? You look quite hungry."
"Well, its your house, I'm not going to go through your food and just eat." He said grinning, he's really nice and considerate of others. I told him to not worry about it and to just help himself next time, I asked him if there was anything he'd prefer to eat.
"Apples I guess... You're making me feel like I'm being a burden on you. Do you promise to let me pay you back after I get a job around here?"
"You don't need t-" He cut me short. It must be serious, because he rarely does that.
"Please... you wouldn't understand. I'm sorry for making this a bit awkward but, its kinda a thing that happened in the pass that I never want to go through again." he seemed quite bothered about this. I best just listen and let him pay me back.
"Ok ok... look. If theres anything bothering you, just let me know. I may not be like any of the others, believe me. I'm not the best at turning frowns upside down and all but I can try."
"Thank you. But this is something I prefer not to talk about."
"Ok..." Knowing I can't do something makes my stomach twist and turn, but I guess I'll have to accept that. Anyway my job as being the president of the weather pony's really makes pay well... I should go tell the vice that I won't be in today, and I'll be back tomorrow. I'll just say its important business.
"Hey Storm, promise me you'll wait here for a bit. I'll be back shortly. I'm going to tell the Vice President of the weather company I'm taking off today."
"Ok, wait. Shouldn't you tell the President of the company that?" heheh, this is going to be fun.
"Well you just did." heheh...
"What? I don't get i- OOOH!" I don't know why this is so entertaining but it is!
"Yea, so anyway I gotta go tell the Vice Pres I'll be back in a bit."
"Alright see you later!" And with that, I'm off to tell the Vice.
Seans POV
Sigh... its been another three miserable days... the funeral went well though, and nobody treated me any different yet. I want to check on Shayne though. I hope he's doing fine. I began thinking really hard about Shayne and with hope Redheart would appear in my head. Sure enough, here he was.
I see you're thinking about Shayne again.
'I'm always thinking about him, its just that I want to see him now, so... can you do that for me?'
Ok let me set it up... OH CELESTIA!
A bright light took over me and gobbled me up into a never ending void. I awoke in a forest, it seemed like no time has passed, it was day out. But how did I get here?
'Redheart! You there?'
I looked around and got up. I feel taller here for some reason. The tree's were hitting my head constantly, so I'll have to keep low. I found some fallin branches and sharp rock so I decided that I should make a shelter before night falls. I don't want to stay in the rain or anything. I also don't know where this is, for all I know this could be a dangerous area filled with poisonous snakes and stuff.
I shuffled my hands around and found my switch blade in my pocket. I flipped the blade out and started making sharp sticks slightly curved and formed a nice sharp wooden spear. Hopefully this will be enough to survive.
I climbed tree's to see above the canopy, to realize I was in the middle of nowhere, and I can't even contact Redheart. I'm alone now, and I need to survive. For Shayne. I used my spear and managed to capture a few rabits. Every so often I would hear random noises which would make me flinch and turn around, finding nothing all the time, I just kept walking when I heard similar noises. I came across a cave and without really thinking, I walked in. Thankfully it was uninhabited, but it clearly was. I saw some supplies like, apples, and hay? Hmm... I continued searching the small cave until I found an axe and a pickaxe. It was pretty self explanitory what each of this was to be used for. So seeing I needed some firewood, I grabbed the axe and started hacking the trees.
It was near the end of the day, and I've caught 4 rabbits, and had plenty enough firewood to keep wolfs or whatever away from me as I sleep. It was hard to sleep on the ground but if I didn't I wouldn't have the strength for tomorrow. I forced myself to sleep. I couldn't help but wonder where Shayne is, how he's doing, and what he could be doing without me. Of course the human mind makes you think of the worst possible thing, so I was thinking Shayne was in a middle of a cave, and had another pipe in his arm, and was bleeding to death screaming for my help. As I slowly dozed into a cavern of sleep, I dreamt of it.
Shayne was his gray pony with a blue mane, and his golden eyes. He was walking in the cavern slowly descending into Earths unknown. He slipped and started to fall down a crevice to earths center. A pipe that was sticking out of the ground punctured his front left arm, as he continued to slide into the crevice. Soon he was falling screaming for help, and my name soon after. The dream soon flashed to white as it brought me back to the moment where the burning college was still in shape. Because I couldn't control my dream, I walked inside the college, and went towards Shaynes room. Numbers were playing through my head in loops. 516... 516... 516 it came down like a gambling machine that only had those numbers. 5... 1... 6... when I finally reached the room after those dreaful numbers, playing in my head, Shayne was lying on the floor burning. Then an explosion could be heard to my right, I saw two men with bags and guns. Demanding money from people after the explosion. They made their cash and quickly ran out leaving those in the building to die. The room number of Shaynes room changed from 516, to 615. The exact numbers backwards. The two criminals went inside the room 615 and looted the burning body of its wallet, and whatever important items before they left. They walked through me like I was a ghost. They couldn't see me, or anything. I was nothing but a spectator of the incident. One of the crmininals holding nothing but a gun took off his mask and I recognized him. he was my friend Ronald. We called him Ron for short, his dream was to be a bomb specialist. He was 4 years older than me making him 31. He told the others to get the hell out because the building would be crashing shortly. He ran down to the fifth floor and... I saw me. At room 516, carrying Shayne out. Ron moved quickly so he was hidden from me again, a moment later after I was down stairs, he moved out toward the stairs too. He jumped out of the second floor window and rolled on the ground expertly so that he wouldn't be injured. He picked up the bag, and the gun and fled the burning building. The dream flashed again.
Now I was in a small room, I assume this is the college again, before it blew up. This time it was a girl. She was studying advanced marien biology and calculus. Her facebook was on, her name was Mary Doe. She was wearing blue jeans, and a white top. She had her cases open and it looked like she was packing up to leave. She picked up her phone and called her mom saying she was going to be at the airport soon, and that she was going to see her soon. She said "I love you mommy, I miss you so much. Tell daddy I love him and I miss him too. See you soon! Bye bye..." then she hung up placed her phone in her carry on bag and updated her facebook status. The clock on her computer said it was 10:59, one minute before the blast. She updated her status saying, "I'm leaving college for good now! Studying is done, and now its time to get a job! I finally have a place in life!" then she closed her computer and placed it in her bag. I prayed that this was one of the girls I had saved, not because she had a life out. But it would leave me guilty to know about her, and see that I didn't do anything about it. This may be a dream, but this also may be a vision from their point of view.
She zipped up her case and looked at the grandfather clock that was in her room. Every room had it. Then the time went to 11:00 and the building exploded again. The first thing she did was freak out, and grab her suitcases to leave. She opened the door then I saw the numbers 615... Oh no. A burst of flames came in the door and set her afire. She was screaming for mom and dad, but I already knew her faith as soon as the door opened. She was set to die. Shortly after the cold blooded hell forsaken Ron came in the room and LOOTED her! This made me outraged, but I couldn't do anything. I was nothing more than a shadow. A spectator. This, was not the Ron I once knew. He's different. He's mad. He doesn't deserve anything, not friendship, not love, not even sympathy if he were to lose an arm. He doesn't deserve the family he has. He doesn't deserve anything. He doesn't even deserve to die, he deserves to live a life knowing what he's done. He deserves to live nothing but hell. He deserves a life full of nothing, but hate. Hate shall be thrown upon to him through an unusual force of defeat that shall shower his will of his murderous actions. He shall be exposed and shunned throughout society leaving his life as insociable as possible. Solitary confinement would be shown as a lucky thing for him. There he will get food, even as sloppy as it is, its not something he should get. He deserves the same shit he gave to everyone else in the fire. He deserves the shit that he lied to us about. The day he realizes that what he did was wrong, is the same day I tell everyone and expose his wrongings to the world. He will be put into justification, not by the government. But the same inhumane way as what he's probably done to everyone in that building. Death would only be sympathically punsihing him.
He deserves, hell. Knowing that he's survived, makes me glad that I can be his personal gateway.
*Wow... what a chapter... what do you guys think? Is Ron really just a 'bad guy' from his dream, or is he really a good guy in real life, but Sean's dream is just telling him otherwise to make him seem like the bad guy. Explanation of how RD is rich shall be explained now. Her job was Captain of the weather pegasi, she was recently promoted to President, and her promotion allows 600,000 bits per year. Food, gifts, and other is about 10,000 bits per year on the average. The home upkeeps, morgage is about 450,000 bits per year. How she bought it would be explained next chapter. Other bills like running water and stuff; 25,000 bits per year. She's cautious about spending money, which shows why she's able to save THAT much money. Ok thats all. Marathon is going to continue until I my fingers or head hurts. Whatever comes first.