What would you do if you could read minds? Discover another's secrets, and learn their habits? Some would say that it is a blessing. Others would say that it is a danger, and that whomever could do so should be punished.
The one pony that can read minds disagrees. He sees it as a curse, something that makes his life utterly miserable.
In his bid for life, there is only one being he is running away from - and she is the one that is trying to save him.
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So... my first fanfic. This was a random idea I had when I was trying to sleep one night, and this story is a result. I wouldn't pay much attention to the last two tags; I added tragedy because Mark had a bad upbringing and struggles with it constantly, and comedy because I like to throw in a bit of levity now and again. The only tag I think fully, completely matches the story is romance, but that won't be coming in until later on. So, that's it. . . enjoy! (Go easy on me
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Nice, I really like it. Has a good feel, I will be waiting for the next chapter. Have a Scootaloo.
Interesting concept, sound grammar, good story, can't wait for more! Have a Spike, he's got a mustache.
Sad Pinkie is sad.
I love this idea, very original, intriguing all the way. Have a Pinkie.
Yes, Pinkie, I picked you. 
1027322 Muahaha! I now own . . . a chicken! And a new chapter, you say? Well, I never wish to dissapoint...
1027439 Spike is quite fancy. Thank you, sir. He shall only dine on the finest gems, rest assured.
1030034 Oh, hey Pinkie! Yeah, sorry about what's going in the story. You know what's coming...
Anyways, thanks for the comments, guys!
NEED MOAR NOW. please
1114772 Well... since you asked so nicely
In all seriousness, though, I don't know when I'll be getting the next chapter out. Marching band started up for me (AKA social life goes BOOM), and I've been having trouble getting the next chapter started. However, I WILL get a chapter out soon! I'm glad you're enjoying the story, and thanks for the comment! Every little bit helps.
1119280 if i could give you a happy fluttershy i would but i cant.... WHY?!
1119280 OMG I have re-read it 15 times and because of my UNTRMSAO I JUST AM SO RESTLESS.
(p.s. UNTRMSAO stands for : unquenchible need to read many stories at once)
Well, it took me long enough. I wanted to do more with it, but between band, school, and a case of writer's block, I had to cut this chapter a bit shorter. Oh well. And besides, drama!
Hope you enjoy!
P.S. I've been reading through the story myself to proofread, and I think it's showing through the story. If you know where I can find a good pre-reader, please let me know! It would mean a lot. Thanks!
1209715 oh shiz.
pinkie's alter ego.
buck mark you better have some good excuses.
Good thing you clarified that. I wasn't sure for a moment.
“It would be for the best if she didn't know...”
She who?
A dark sewer, undoubtedly, would be the last place anyone would look for a fugitive.
I'm guessing the guards have never watched the shawshank redemption to the end?
The ground, covered in the refuse left by generations of ponies and possessing a thin sheen of moisture that chilled to the bone.
Beautiful imagery. Can we get a close up of that dung?
No, there was no doubt. No one would look for a fugitive here; the unpleasant atmosphere would keep out all but the most determined or foolhardy.
And our protagonist is that kind of foolhardy!
His body was soaked by the dirty water that had been untouched for decades, scratched by the unforgiving cobblestone walls that the underground labyrinth was composed of, and ached due to the incessant lack of oxygen that was due to both the damp air and the pony’s exertions.
Eww... I touched that.
The sewers were located directly below the glittering white streets that crisscrossed the city. Every few hundred feet, there would be a light that was not based on the dull glow of the sewers. A small opening, designed to let water flow from the streets into the guts of the city,
Most ponies called them storm-drains, but the narrator doesn't conform to their norms just like a real cool guy. Don't do drugs kids.
the light briefly shone on him. It revealed his lithe frame, honed by years of running from those who were frightened,
He had the fear of fears, you see.
His mane was a midnight blue, short and slightly matted from years of neglect.
and running in swearers.
his cutie mark. It was deceptively innocuous; the outline of a green pegasus. If one looked closer, though, he would see that outline had a cutie mark as well, that of a blue unicorn. If one looked closer still, he would see the unicorn had a cutie mark of a red earth pony. If one was so inclined, he could take a microscope and examine this phenomena repeat down to unfathomable depths.
Science can suck it! was written on each of the atoms that made it up.
It was this deceptively innocent cutie mark that had damned this fugitive all of his life. It was also the reason he was currently on the run from the guards and the one they served, the most powerful pony in existence.
He liked to show off his mark, but the guards thought he was streaking.
The burgundy pony saw a large flash of light ahead of him, and he quickened his pace.
"it's a small opening, designed to let water flow from the guts of the city into a valley!" he shouted.
He pushed his hooves into the ground, pulled his center of gravity back to prevent sliding any further, and laid his body on the ground the maximize the surface area that could prevent him from slipping off into the abyss awaiting below him.
This was a sport in Saddlearbia. They called it sewer sliding.
It was by a combination of luck and will that he managed to stop before reaching the ledge.
Had he taken up the sport up in his youth he would of received a higher score, but he was stuck with his 4.6.
“No,” he moaned, “no, no, no, no... not now... not when I’m so close.”
"That's what she said!" claimed a voice farther back the tunnel.
A pony that stood a full head above most others, with both wings and horn that declared who she was more than any other trait.
She also had a problem with anime, but most ponies didn't talk about that.
When she was within ten feet of the fugitive, he cried “Please, don’t come any closer!” Her mournful eyes were the only outward sign of emotion as she stopped and stared at the crippled earth pony.
Little did she know that the wheelchair was just a ploy so he could park in the handicap spot at the Sheetz.
The two ponies stared at each other, neither one willing to budge. One filled with a lifetime of pain, the other filled with infinite remorse.
The second had broke the radio in the first's car. Now all it played was three days grace, an cruel and unusual punishment in Equestria.
“Mark,” Celestia whispered, “I only want to help. Don’t throw your life away... it doesn’t have to end this way.”
"They'll remake Judge Derdd with a Stallone impersonator!"
“... No … it’s for the best …”
...If they just leave it alone. No one can compare to Stallone."
The fugitive yelped as he gathered the last of his strength and threw himself off the side of the cliff. His world faded to black as the pain took control and the wind rushed past his face.
"Wait no!" Celestia shouted. "He even does the lip thing!" but it was too late.
wut just happened. Refusing help from the princess=big nono. Bad Mark.
So...Pinkie's able to read minds too? I thought she could just break the fourth wall and appear wherever something interesting s happening.
1979020 Oh, he has his reasons. Once I get this going again, it'll become clear why.
1979040 My line of thought : "Pinkie can break fourth wall." "Pinkie can see us from the computer." "Pinkie ignores the space-time continuum." "Ergo, Pinkie can read what I write as I write it and influence the story from her end."
Truth be told, I don't know if this was the best idea.
I might consider editing it later.
O_O an update..... I THOUGH THIS WAS DEAD MAN.
2050313
Real life man.... one hell of a drug.
2050325 just finished writing chapter one of my own story so i know the feeling, reality just comes out of no where kicks in my door and man handles me out of my own house.....
2050381
I know. Real life's a jerk, ain't he?
2050413 man he wont even let me write chapter 2, AND I HAVE A GOOD IDEA FOR IT.
2050325 Yes...it is.
2050299
Hey, I can't always English right. I'll edit it if I come up with something better, but.... idk.
2050438
There's nothing wrong English-wise...but isn't Rarity the Element of Generosity?
2050452
Rarity is going to kill me.... editing.
2442231 oh
1961585 lol
EET'S ALIVE!