Chapter 1
I was a curse. That’s what I’ve been told. Bringing misery and bad luck to all I have encountered.
My name is Kyle, and that's all i've been hearing for these past few years, This is what caused me to turn to the life I had now, a life where most down and out people turn to the one profession that could be done by nearly anyone - Thievery. I was completely sick and tired of absolutely everyone treating me like some sort of disease, casting me out of my school, home, and my old job... All because of my ridiculously horrendous luck.
Tonight was the night that I would show them all. That I am no curse. Tonight was when I and some of my partners had decided to pull off a robbery, to show them I wasn't a bad-luck curse.
Things had gone well, almost too well, I had snuck into the house and had just found the resident’s wallets and a strange suitcase I thought needed pilfering. I almost made it out of the house when I saw the red and blue flashes of police sirens heading towards me. After jumping a few fences and hiding out in a storm drain, I figured I would be fine, I snuck out and decided to go back to our hideout when the coast was clear. After narrowly avoiding the police and sneaking back to our hideout, I had a strange suspicion that something was about to go horribly wrong, and like the stubborn bastard I am, I ignored my instincts.
Once I entered the hideout, which was a conveniently an abandoned warehouse, I threw my ill-gotten gains onto the table and began to count my loot. After which one of my partners, Richard, walked up to me and said “Nice haul there Kyle.”
“Thanks Rich.” I replied. Thinking it strange that he had come up to me.
“Any trouble getting back here safely?” Richard asked, with a slight hint of concern in his voice.
“Somewhat, but mainly the usual, the cops, random douche-bags who do that whole ‘holier-than-thou’ routine, but other than that, not much went wrong.” I said.
I decided to leave the part about me almost getting caught and hiding out in a storm drain and the strange amount of black vans that had appeared because I didn’t want him to worry, he’s the kind of person who will refuse to go on a heist if there was the possibility that we’d get busted, BIG TIME.
In the following days after the heist I had seen my luck curse me and the few people that stuck by me. However, it wasn't all bad, as my best friend, Justin had returned from gathering information over in Brooklyn for the last few months, even though things were looking bad, i was somewhat glad to see my old friend back.
Soon after that heist, we had all decided to go for a much-needed walk, which ended up with all three of us nearly getting killed and finding out that we were on the country's most wanted list, which cut off our contact to the outside world and which forced us to start starving in the warehouse.
Turns out that the house we stole from, ended up belonging to one of the members of the presidential cabinet, and the suitcase I had stolen contained top-secret military blueprints for what seemed like a new type of missile. Which explained why so many police officers and black vans appeared seemingly out of nowhere that night.
Three days have passed since that heist, and I am starting to have some serious doubts about pulling a heist on a supermarket for some food.
“Guys… I don’t think we should do this anymore.” I had said somewhat weakly.
“Don’t do it? Are you out of your mind man? We are starving here, and this is our only way to survive in this shit-hole!” Another partner, Justin, spat at me.
I had known the guy since high-school and we had been best friends ever since we had both gotten kicked out due to my horrible luck putting us in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“I know that! But we’re on the WANTED LIST, as far as ANY police are concerned, it’s SHOOT. ON. SIGHT.” I had replied with dead seriousness in my voice.
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Justin and Richard finally agreed.
“Fine then, we won’t do this then.” They had both admitted.
“Good, I just… don’t want to see you guys dead alright?” I replied. “Just try and get some sleep tonight, maybe we’ll be off the wanted list tomorrow, eh?”
“Y-yeah, good night man.” Richard said as we all went to sleep hoping for a better tomorrow.
It wasn’t.
I wish the next morning hadn't come.
As I woke up I heard laughing coming from the first floor of the warehouse, as I walked down I saw Richard had hung himself with a note saying:
“I can’t take this anymore, living in fear of being caught, starving, scared of everything, thinking it might be a person that will take you away. Goodbye and I’ll see both you and justin in hell.”
I had dropped the note moments after reading it in pure shock.
“Shame he had to go eh?” A familiar voice said.
I turned to face the voice only to see the maniacal smile of my best friend, Justin.
“D-did you do this?!” I half-yell at him.
“This? Yep, he had asked me to do it, so I did.” Justin said chuckling. “And do you want to know WHY I did it?”
“Why the hell wouldn’t I wanna know why you KILLED him?!” I yelled.
“Remember those few months I was gone ‘gathering information’ and I returned saying it wasn’t going to work out over in Brooklyn?” He asked.
I reply “Yeah, what about it?”
“I was over there in a POLICE ACADEMY, as in I’m an undercover cop.” He revealed.
I slowly started to back away saying “Y-you’re lying, we’re friends, and you wouldn’t betray me like that!”
As I hit the wall of the warehouse he started walking towards me laughing.
“Friends? HAH! Why in the hell would I be friends with a lowlife terrorist like you?”
As he got nearer he drew out a gun he had been hiding. “I have my orders, to keep shit like you off the streets and keep this city safe.”
I had closed my eyes and heard his footsteps stop, I had opened my eyes only to see him cocking his gun and pointing it at my face.
“Now then, why don’t you just DIE?!” He yelled.
Not a second later, he fired.
My body fell with a heavy thump!
In my last few moments, I heard him laughing as he walked away, Then as my view started to fade out I saw a small crimson pool form beside me, before the darkness enveloped me, I thought to myself:
…Why…?
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Strangely, a few minutes after I had gotten shot, my thought processes had returned.
My first thought was “Is this the afterlife…?”
A few minutes later, I was able to regain feeling in my limbs, I felt grass brush against my face and hands, which I found odd, as there wasn’t grass around where I had been shot.
“Hey… Are you ok?” A feminine voice said.
“Ngghhh…” I moaned weakly as I didn’t have enough strength to move or speak properly yet.
“C’mon, let’s go back to my house and we’ll fix you up” The voice said as I felt a strange appendage around my body and place me on top of what felt like a horse’s back.
While me and this mystery person were traveling I somehow mustered up the strength to open my eyes, and I saw a strange purple horse with a dark blue mane with a single purple streak through it, and what seemed like… a horn? After I saw that, I had blacked out.
A few hours later, I has started to regain some of my consciousness. I was able to feel that I was in a somewhat small bed.
“Hey, wake up.” I heard a familiar voice say.
“Ah think he’s still knocked out.” Another more southern accented voice said.
“I wonder if he’s ok.” A third, gentler voice asked.
“Well, he certainly is unconscious now isn’t he?” Another, refined voice had said.
“I have just one question, just what IS HE?” A sixth, more manic voice said.
“Nnngggghhhh….” I had started to open my eyes and saw six horses standing around the bed I was in.
“Oh look! He’s starting to wake up!” The lavender horse said.
“It’s about time” A horse with wings and a cyan coat said.
“…Uhhh ok, I HAVE to be dreaming or dead here.” I say out of pure idiocy.
“Why do you say that?” The purple horse with the horn said.
“Cause first of all, horses can’t talk” I said, seeming to have insulted one of them.
“Ponies, we’re ponies. Mares to be exact.” The purple hor- pony said.
“And secondly, hors- I mean ponies don’t have horns or wings!” I say as I point to the cyan and white furred ponies.
“Now just calm down, we’ll explain everything to you up to this point.” The purple pony said.
“How can I be calm when I don’t even know where the hell I am?!” I reply as I start to lose consciousness once again.
“Looks like he’s unconscious again.” The butter-color coated pony said, “He was kind of scaring me.”
While I was unconscious I had a strange dream, it was me being shot by one of my closest
friends, and as that dream ended, I thought to myself:
That… didn’t happen… did it?