Pyro

Chapter 2; Hydrophobia

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I was surrounded by darkness. I couldn't see anything around me. I listened, I could hear yelling in the distance.

I went towards the voice. It was speaking a weird but familiar language.

"Latin?" I asked myself.

It said the words again, "EGO SUM, SALUTARI!" The voice was completely bone chilling. It sounded familiar though.

"Ego sum, salutari?" I asked myself. "I am the savior? Yes that's what it means. But who said it?" I thought out loud.

The voice spoke again, "we're gonna have some fun," I then heard a blood curdling scream, and then felt like I was yanked back.

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I gasped for air, and groaned loudly.

"It's moving!" A voice cracked.

I opened my eyes, a little bit. I quickly closed them though; the sudden attack of light hurting my sensitive sight.

I felt something prodding my nose. It was very annoying.

After about a minute of this I opened my eyes, and sat up. "What happened," I groaned out.

"AH, IT CAN TALK KILL IT! KILL IT!!!" The voice yelled.

All I saw after that was a flash of white and black. Followed by a metallic thump of metal against my skull.

I reached both my hands up and grasped my nose. "Ow, fuc-" I didn't have time to finish my favorite word, before a second thump just so gracefully rang through my head again.

"Vinyl, you stop that!" A voice with a strong accent came.

"Yeah, stop it, Vinyl," I half scolded, and half cried out.

It hit me again.

"Vinyl Scratch!!!" the voice scolded loudly.

"What?!"

"Give me, the damn skillet."

I was now fully aware of my surroundings. I was in a small house with a giant hole in the roof. But what I found more interesting was what the fuck stood in front of me.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a dolt, we wouldn't have a...hold on a second," the grey thing said to the white thing that, not two seconds ago, beat the shit out of me with what looked to be a frying pan. "What are you?" the grey thing asked me.

I thought for a moment. And another moment. And another, desperately trying to remember what I am.

"Well?" It asked

"I can't remember," I said clasping both my hands to my forehead.

The grey thing sighed, looking pissed and very annoyed. She turned around and started yelling again, "well that's just perfect, Vinyl, you managed to knock its brains out!"

The white one just smirked. "Octey, I didn't even hit him that hard," she said innocently.

"Da fuck you didn't," I sarcastically, spat at the white thing.

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About an hour later; after I figured out the things were called ponies, and got beat senseless by a female. The grey pony named, Octavia, had felt bad about Vinyl, beating the shit out of me with a cooking utensil. So she offered me ice cream.

"Octavia, what is ice cream?" I asked.

Vinyl gasped. "What the hay does that mean," she asked sounding offended.

Since I wasn't to fond by the white bitch with glasses right now, I looked at her. "Well what do 'you' think it means?" I sarcastically asked.

She; apparently catching onto my attitude, and not seeming to take it the best way; looked at me with distaste.

"Oh eat a dick smart ass."

"Well haul your's on over here, Record Flop."

She pointed a marshmallow hoof at me, and looking towards Octavia again, "Octey, he called me that name again," she snitched.

"Vinyl, don't be a tattle tale," she sternly said.

"Ha," I said crossing my arms and pulling up the grey hood of the plaid hoodie I was wearing.

"And there is no need for name calling..Um.." She looked to me expectantly.

Finally one question I knew out of the thousands that I've been asked. "My name is, Maxwell, but just call me Max please," I said smoothly.

"Well you-" she was cut off by a loud snort.

"That's a dumb name," she said with a grin.

That was the fine cut line between naughty and Santa just coming to your house with a loaded shotgun, in the middle of summer. Which means, I. AM. PISSED.

I went off on the white horned pony, "BITCH, YOU DON'T KNOW A MOTHER FUCKING THING ABOUT ME, MAKE FUN OF MY NAME AGAIN, I FUCKING DARE YOU!!!" I screamed. I could feel my hands heat up.

I looked down, they were on fire. 'Literally.'

I suddenly felt a splash of some thing wet and very cold. The flaming appendages were drenched in some liquid. In a split second of realization my rage towards the neon blue maned unicorn disappeared, completely replaced by fear. I was afraid, of the liquid on me, I hated it and it really hurt my hands, it was water.

I couldn't breath, I stared in horror at the glass clear liquid. I let out a blood curdling scream, and started hyperventilating. I heard a sizzling noise, and saw steam rising from my hands. I wasn't that scared of the steam, but I couldn't stop hyperventilating from the fear of the liquid that had just touched me.

I heard distant voices, "he.e ..eath... Paper ..ag." I couldn't understand. The sweet English accent was cutting in and out on words, and made it almost impossible to understand.

I passed out right there. Leaving me surrounded by darkness once again.