//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: The Fight // Story: Person In PonyLand // by Z-A-C //------------------------------// I had just gotten home after hanging out with some friends, one of which I had gotten to a fight with earlier that week.....and not all went as planned. It was around 3 O'clock in the morning by the time I got home and I was supposed to be back at 12 at the very latest. I was as quiet as I could be coming through the door but my mom was waiting for me. "Finally home I see." said my mom, which made me feel like I needed to change my pants. "What were doing out so late for, do you remember when you supposed to be home?" ".....well yeah but I...." I started but she cut me off "You what? Lost track of time?!" she whisper yelled at me "....yeah..." I said, knowing what was coming next. "Hmph your lucky its so late, I'm tired and your father is asleep he'd ring you neck." She said with a threatening tone. I sighed "Well he probably will tomorrow when he gets off work and as for the you being tired part...." I hesitated "Yes?!?!" she "whisper-yelled" again. I sighed again and rubbed my eyes. "I could hardly care, I'm tired too and not all went well earlier so I'm not in the best mood" She looked at me for a few seconds anger boiling in her tired eyes "Don't you think I'll forget about this, we'll be having a talk tomorrow and yes that includes your dad" I said now worried and shaking nervously "a..and...I..I'll p-p-probably die then to" She shrugged and went to her bedroom, death was surely waiting for me. And before you think anything like, "oh you should have been kinder to your mom" the thing about me is I absorb negativity like a sponge and when tired or upset I tend to throw it at people in the worst situations. Prime example right there I think. And before you say anything about over reacting......you don't know my dad. --------------- The next day was kind of shitty, cloudy sky and looking like it's going to rain kind of cold to, perfect day to die. By the time my dad got home from work it was lightly raining and as he walked in i could tell from the look of things he had a bad day at work. "Hi dad" I said sheepishly. "How was your day" He glared at me and said. "Don't talk to me until you can explain yourself for last night or until your mother and I sit down and have our talk with you, ya worthless piece of......ah forget it." I silently shook my head and went to my room, waiting for my own apocalypse to happen. About twenty minutes later I heard my dad say to my little sister. "Go to your room and cover your ears when I tell you to honey, your to young to hear the words I'm going to be using." Uh-oh that's not a good sign. Another few minutes went past then I and probably even China heard. "SON GET YOUR MISERABLE ASS IN HERE NOW!!!!" I sluggishly walked into the room and sat down in the most uncomfortable chair we had "part 1 of my punishment?" I asked myself "As you know your mother and I are leaving after this talk, have you forgotten where we're going?" he said I hesitated before saying "Yes sir i have." "OH FOR THE LOVE OF....THE MEETING YOU DUMB-ASS" he bellowed from mere inches from my face. "AND IF YOU REMEMBER WE WERE GOING TO HAVE YOU WATCH YOUR SISTER, RIGHT?" "Yes I remembered." I said. "Oh would ya lookie there the little idiot CAN actually remember something!" My mom said. "But we talked it over and we decided that your not responsible enough to watch her." That pissed me off "How many times have I watched her before with no problems?!" I yelled which did not sit well with my dad. "Oh you have some balls do you?? Yelling at a lady? how about you show me just how big those balls are" he said as he stuck out his chin "go ahead and do it if you MAN enough" "c..can I stand?" i asked "Heh sure but if you run I'll grab the collar of your shirt and choke you with it." He said practically laughing. "Ok." I said standing up. I stretched for a few seconds picking the right moment. "Quit stalling you wussy" he said impatiently. A few seconds went by. " HA!! I knew it your no man now get ou-" I cut him off by hitting him in the face with the chair I was sitting on. And it was nice and heavy, not heavy enough however to knock him out like I hoped. "Well ya lil' son-of-a-bitch you did it, you really did it." He said as his face went red with anger and hate. "But not what you wanted to do I assume, right? I'll give you till 3 to run. 1-." But by that time I was already in my room, in my closet "2-." grabbed my gun and loaded it "3 ready or not prepare to die." I met him in the hallway with the barrel sticking in his face and I said "Now just back up nice and slowly and nothings going to happen." He looked at me no longer angry and hateful but not scared either "Hmph we don't have time for this we're late" He walked away but then turned and looked at me "Well son atleast you fought for yourself, but by the time we get back your ass better be outta here, you hear me?" "Already planned on it and this is the last you'll ever see me." I said as calmly as I could. "Fine by me." He said hatefully and with that they left. By now your probably wondering whens the part about being in the other world, right? Well that parts coming up and its most of the rest of the story, so bear with me a bit longer. --------------- My anger exploded as I wrecked the house, broke nearly every window and caught my parent's room on fire. A bit overboard? Yes but at the time I didn't care, I was going to disappear remember? So what did I care? But what I shouldn't have done was what i was going to do next. BAM!! "There's one down" BAM!! "Another one gone" BAM!! "There's another one down, and I only have one more round left" I said to myself, by now you probably know what I meant by "I shouldn't done next" and "disappear". I looked at my gun silently, checked the chamber, and like I said one more round. (Any gun nuts out there reading this, wanting to know what it is?? Its the Mosin-Nagant 91/30 I bought it because its cheap I also have a pistol but this is all beside the story.) I took the barrel and placed it under my chin, tears falling from my face I went to pull the trigger and BOOM there was a bright flash of light and next thing I knew I was falling from a tree, when I hit the ground I hit an exposed root which knocked me unconscious (this is the part about the other world). I awoke slightly and everything was blurry but it didn't look like it my backyard and it looked like it was night where ever I was, before slipping from consciousnesses again I heard something heavy walking towards me. I thought I was dead. When I awoke again 1. I was surprised that whatever it was didn't kill me and 2. I was in a clearing in some kind of wooded area and 3. It was day now. "Oh great I'm in the woods and something wants to eat me.......yay." I said nervously, I dont handle stress well. "Wait....wheres my gun?!?!.......heh heh I am heavy weapons guy and this is my weapon....OR IT WAS!!" I then threw a nearby rock against a tree....I told you I dont handle stress well. "Oh my god....who touched Sasha.....WHO TOUCHED MY GUN!!!" after that fit of insanity I snapped out of it and went searching the nearby perimeter for my things (yes the heavy is my favorite class in TF2 and yes I had more things I was concerned about other then my gun). After about an hour of searching and double checking I found all my ammunition for both my rifle and my pistol and my tac-vest which was weird because I didn't have those on me when was uh...teleported? "Wait that must mean my guns are somewhere nearby to." I said practically yelling in excitement "I would like to have them in case that thing came back." Walking on a nearby path I found my holster and the belt that I had it on, they were laying on my Olive-Drap field jacket. "I was wearing this....how did it come off? That creature must have done this, but how did my other things end up here to?" I said to myself, its a bad habit talking to yourself. As for my other things I had them on me, my wallet and its contents, which was it really but not my sun glasses, which after a brief search I found the case in one of the pockets of the jacket. --------------- After about 45 minutes of walking down the path (now wearing my tactical vest, all the ammo it could carry, my belt with my holster on it, and my field jacket stuffed with even more ammo) I came upon another much more smaller clearing, which had my rifle with the sling still on it (which doubled as a bandolier, yay more free pocket space.), my pistol, and the ammo pouches for extra ammo for my rifle. I was ecstatic but approached cautiously just in case it was a trap. Which it was but the creature wasn't there when I found the rest of my stuff, wasting little time I loaded my rifle, slung it over my shoulder, put as many rounds as i could in the sling then in the pouches which were now on my belt, but when i was in the process of loading my pistol it came back and pounced WHAM!! I went down hard, it swiped at me a couple times one of which connected and left a nice big gash on my arm. Trying to ignore the pain I thought "Ugh that's....going to...bleed...nicely." After that one hit connected it just was batting me with it paws (which still hurt like hell). It had claws but for some reason wasn't using them. "Was it just playing with its food now?" I thought to myself. I did however managed to get three rounds in my pistol (it's a revolver) before this thing attacked me, I pulled the hammer back and shot once to get it off of me, then twice to get it further away but it started running, I pulled the hammer back one last time, aimed, and then pasted out from blood loss hearing a loud bang from my gun, where the round hit I do not know. I woke up to the sight of some.....deer? looking at me. "Ugh my arm can ugh...you help?" They responded with "AHH!!! ITS AWAKE!!" and ran off. "Please don't go" I said silently as I was slipping out of consciousness and the last thing I heard was... "O...oh my...you look hurt, lets get you home."