"Oh, my brave and gallant hero! You have bested his Evilness! Truly you are the one all mares wish for!" declared Rarity, hugging me close in her extremely revealing clothing. "Surely a lowly peasant such as me doesn't deserve your awesomeness! If only I were born a noble." she sighed, looking extremely crest fallen.
"Oh woe is me!" she swooned dramatically. Tears brimmed her eyes, as she fell backwards. Me, being the gentledrake I am, caught her in a tango flourish style, my hands an her waist and lower back. This pose, me leaning over her, her caught half way to the floor, her already torn clothing tearing again revealing more skin, and for some reason, I wasn't wearing a shirt, made it extremely sensual and romantic.Although normally I would have been reduced to mumbling fool, that certainly wasn't the case now.
"Rarity, you don't have to be a noble." I said, attempting to comfort the now sobbing mare.
"But certainly a hero of your caliber sho-"
"I came to save YOU, not to be a hero. That's Blueblood's thing." I interrupted.
"MY HERO!" she screamed, tears now flowing freely. "I love you."
My heart froze. I had waited forever to hear this, but now it felt wrong. So I said the first thing I never wanted to.
"Why?"
"Because.... your my hero!" she said confused.
No. I cant... "Rarity, I don't want you to love me as an obligation."
Please stop... "Well... than I'm sorry but.... well, you are a dragon..... Dragon! How could I ever have considered loving you!?"
No. "But can't we still be friends ri-" I began, but she cut me off.
"Friends? With a Dragon?" Please don't... "You're a monster. One fueled by greed."
But....
"Get out of my sight!"
.....I love yo-
BANGBANGBANG!
SPIKE WAKE UP!
Huh?
The Dream-Scape faded from existence, revealing a bright white light (heh, rhymes) blinding me. I felt my armor fade, revealing my boxers,throbs roll my body revealing my thin and moderately tall body. A scorching wind tore my light tan and manly beard from my body, showing my pale boyish features, green hair sticking every which-way.
My eyes opened on their own accord, and Celestia's furious sunlight brutally assaulted my vision. At this,I closed my eyes and turned away from the window. Blinking a few times to clear my vision, I took in the familiar room. The futon lay 10 feet from the door, the nightstand next to the bed, laying on it was my P-Pod and head phones. I got to my feet and walked to my manity, grabbed the brush, and began my feeble attempts to flatten my hair. After about fifteen minuets of this, my door was attacked by a certain librarians fists.
"Spike! Get away from your vanity, get dressed, and down here!" she yelled. She had been like this for the past three days, for we were about to go on an extravagant vacation. But that wasn't on my mind.
"In a minute! And its a 'Manity'!" I yelled in defense of my manhood. Turning back to the mirror, I noticed that my eyes were red and puffy. Was I crying? It wouldn't surprise me if I did. This wasn't the first time I had that dream. Each time it started the same. I would save her, she would swoon, I would comfort her, she would confess her love....
Than the nightmare began.
Each time her scathing words struck closer to home. I would wake up, cry, say I don't love her, love her again, repeat. Its exhausting.
After failing to flatten my hair, I walked over to the dresser, and threw on my blue jeans, white tee shirt, and a pair of socks. After my half-assed dressing, I picked up my P-Pod, opened my night stand and retrieved my P-Phone and pocket knife. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.
After retrieving my suitcase, I exited my room and made my way down stairs.
(Transition)
Rarity stopped brushing mid-stroke, feeling like she had forgot to pack something. What was it? She thought, Dresses, blouses, skirts, heels, high heels, summer hats, toiletries, undergarments, emergency tampons, purse, taZer, hand purse, bathing suits, sun lotion, beach towels, sandals, and a tote bag. What else.... accessories! She dashed to her jewelry box and fished out the respective add-ons for her outfits.
Rarity emptied her jewelry box of all of her accessories that would appropriately go with her outfits.
"Now, I have every thing sorted out. But what about my sundress with those sandals!" She began to panic, as was per usual at every fashion emergency. She began to dig through her jewelry box, to find something she knew she had forgotten long ago.
After digging for a good five minuets, she found a red ruby in the shape of a heart. She instantly remembered who she had received it from and why.
(Flashback )
" Is that a fire ruby! There so rare! How did you get it?" I inquired.
"I raised it since I was a baby." Explained Spike as his eyes flitted between me and the stone, but I took no notice. My full attention was on that ruby.
"It's so beautiful." I said, plotting how to make the gem my own. If only....
"Here, you have it." Said Spike.
"Sweetie, I couldn't-" I began but he cut me off.
"Something this beautiful belongs with you." He said blushing furiously.
This I did notice, and though his crush was no surprise , the lengths that he would go for me always took my breath away.
"Thank you sweetie!" I exclaimed out of pure excitement. Before I rushed out, I decided to give the little dragon a peck on the cheek.
(End flashback)
Rarity felt an extreme wave of guilt. How could I have been so selfish! She thought, I took something he wanted so badly, only thinking about myself!
She began to devise a plan to make it up to Spike.
(Switch)
I reached the foot of the stairs, groaning my tired ass off.
"Spike, don't swear!"
For fucks sake...
"Last warning young man!" Yelled Twilight from the main chamber of the library.
"Fine, I'll stop!" I yelled back. Keeping my mouth in cheek, I went into the kitchen. Upon entering, I discovered three boxen sitting on the table.
"Uh, Twi who are these for?" I asked.
"For you," she explained. "Late presents from your birthday party."
Whatever they were, boxes are awesome.
Making a quick choice, I grabbed my suit case from the main chamber and put my presents in. I'll open the presents when we get there.
"Ready?" Said Twilight.
"Eeeyup." I replied, doing my best impression of Big Macintosh, AppleJacks older brother, and Twi's homo crush.
My teasing was not lost on her.
"Just c'mon." She sighed.
Smiling to myself, I walked out the door, Twilight walking at my side.
I sat alone in my own compartment, the girls had shunned me, or rather I shunned myself, regardless I wouldn't have stopped them from talking about 'mare-things', so now I just got to sit alone listening to the 80's music Night Light and Velvet gave me.
Didn't I say that I wouldn't enjoy it? That it wouldn't belong in my library of enjoyable music?
Never have I been mo- SOMEDAY, LOVE WILL FIND YOU! BREAK THOSE CHAINS THAT BIND YOU!
(ahem) Needless to say, I was into this shit. But my rock out was interrupted by a very rich looking woman. She was adorned with an assortment of jewels and pearls. Wearing a silky red dress that clashed wonderfully with her indignant mask that she adopted when her gaze fell upon me.
"What are you looking at, wyrme." She spat. I recognized the derogatory term, though I haven't heard it used by an adult for years.
"What are looking at, bitch." I spat back. I don't care who the fuck she might be, she's goin down in the most unoriginal way possible.
"The dirt that thinks he sit among decent folk." She bit right back. Line....
"Strange, I don't see a mirror in here." Snicker....
"How DARE you speak to me that way, wyrme! I am Gold Digger, wife of Filthy Rich." Now reel 'em in....
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you suffering from a withdrawal from PSPenis?" Goooooooooaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll!
Her face turned as red as the ears popping off the top of her, quickly flattening against her blond hair, as she could think of no comeback.
"And further more, your lucky you don't get arrested for insulting the Duke of the Crystal Empire." I added making her finch. She was about to apologize, but pursed her lips at my raised eyebrow. After a few seconds Gold slowly shut the compartment door leaving me to my music once more.
Looking back I feel like a douche for whipping out the title and the threat of arrest. Shining once said he punched out BlueBlood after he tried to use his and Shining's positions to have his way with Cadence.
Fun fact, Cadence is not actually related to the princesses, she is just the daughter of one Tia's foalhood friend, and earned her alicorniness by using her magic to stop a war between two lords.
But back to the ass kicking.
It was pretty nice to see BlueBalls taken down a notch. Luna once commented how he started to scream when she put him in a full nelson, because, and I quote, 'We wished to help show that little fucker his place.'
But my guilt was interrupted by the sound of the compartment door opening.
I expected to see yet another rich asshole, or maybe the nice fat lady who pushes the food cart, asking me if I want some sweets, or perhaps somepony looking for a new seat, instead I saw a somewhat tall woman wearing skinny jeans and a purple tank top, an inexperienced man would say she was wearing no makeup, but having all of my friends female, I knew she was just wearing enough makeup to look like she wasn't wearing makeup, alabaster furred ears popping out of the top of her stylishly curled indigo hair. Normally the sight of the sunlight streaming out of the window, her looking me dead in the eye, and the fact that she didn't wear makeup to cover that beautiful face, would have sent me into a mess of babbling nerves.
But maybe it was my nightmares, maybe it was the dream-like essence of it all, maybe I AM dreaming, but the sight of her stilled my heart and soared my confidence.
"Hello, Rarity." I said, flinching at my coldness. But she paid no mind.
"Hello Spike." She greeted much more warmly. C'mon Rarity, she thought to herself, how are you going to present this....
Fuck it. "Spike do you remember the fire ruby you gave me?" She asked. It was at this point that I noticed the small sack bunched in her fists.
"Yea, but that was seven years ago. Why?" I asked curious as to what reason she had for bringing up such a small thing now.
"I have been feeling guilty lately about how I took it from you and didn't thank you properly." She stated. Really, that's it?
"You did thank me properly." I said, courage rising. "Maybe I need to show you." Without pausing I leaned forward and gave her a light peck on the cheek.
"B-Be that as it may," she continued, blushing lightly. "I still missed your birthday, so here." Rarity handed me the small bag. She normally gave me gems for my birthday, and that's why her presents, other than the fact that it was Rarity's presents, were my favorite.
I opened the sack, and my jaw dropped.
Pure.
Uncut.
Fucking diamonds.
"I- uhh- W-wow." I stammered. "This is amazing!"
"Me and Twilight thought it would be a good idea, they are also enchanted." She explained. "Eat one and you won't need to eat for twelve hours."
I didn't need to hear anymore, the fact that she wanted to apologize for something she didn't do wrong for ME, was better than any present she could have given me.
"Thank you. Very much." I said.
"Don't worry about it." She replied. "Oh, and if I already repaid you with that kiss..." She wrapped her arms around my neck.
Closer...
Closer....
CLOSER.....!
Aaaaand it's a hug....meh. Whatever.
She walked out of the compartment closing it behind her.
Celestia I love that mare.
I sunk back into my seat, smiling to myself.
Oh yea, she is way into me.
After a few minuets I feel asleep....
Fire.
That's the only word that can describe this feeling.
I held a black scythe in my blood covered hands, my arms using an energy of their own to cut down faceless shadows, screeching and hissing as my blade found its marks.
A distant scream of a woman rang from the darkness, causing the shadows to retreat into the darkness carving a path to an indigo haired woman being held by a naked, muscular, pitch colored man with bright yellow eyes and a bald head.
I jumped an impossible hight, and slammed the but of my scythe into his nose, and he released Rarity and clutched his now broken nose. She ran away from the man, towards her savior, a hopeful look on her face.
Which was immediately whipped off her face when I reared my scythe, and cut her head off. Her blood flowed out of her neck like a river, an Faceless Man cackled evilly. The screams of five other rang out, as they cried for their fallen friend.
Hollywood mistake.
I stepped over the girls body to the other five women, some of them crying, some of the begging for their lives, others standing to defy me.
All of them doomed.
The cowpony rushed at me, and was quickly halted by a sweeping blow to the midsection promptly cutting her in half. Her organs spilled out, most of them severed in two.
The rainbow haired athlete approached more cautiously, taking to the air. My scythe blade stood on the end of the shaft, which I proceeded to throw into her chest, spearing her heart.
"You where all so close in life...." I casually observed, as I walked over to the new corpse. "How fitting that you die together."
I grabbed the shaft of my weapon and charged at the other three women. The dark pink haired woman put up no fight as I slashed her in half from bottom to top. The light pink haired one with wings tried to run, but fell as I stuck her in the lungs. As she began to whimper, I twisted the blade just to hear her screaming synchronize beautifully with the satisfying snap of her ribs breaking.
And lastly....mother.
"Why are doing this? We where friends!" She screamed not bothering to beg, for she knew it would it would fall on deaf ears.
"Simple, you where a hindrance, and I really wanted to." I said simply, as if it where the most trivial thing in the world. She got no chance to respond, as I had put my blade through her chin and out from in between her ears.
"Well done, little puppet."
My eyes shot open, greeting the darkened compartment.
"What the fuck ...." I whispered to myself. I had never had a dream like that before, and never one so detailed.
I opened the compartment door and entered a hall way full of blood.
I almost screamed, but the sound of chocking cut me off.
The woman from earlier was geating her throught torn open by a pair of meat hooks, held by a man with puffed bloody lips.
Both of their eyes meet mine, and the hook man smiled evilly. He removed the hook and started to run at me....
Without thinking, I slammed the compartment door shut and locked it. Fighting to keep the contents of my stomach in, I began to look for a weapon.
For reasons I cant comprehend, I dove for my suit case, opened it, and tore open my presents. The rectangular one had a note, but I stuffed in my pocket, deciding to read it when their wasn't the threat of disembowlment. Beneath the bright wrapping paper, was a solid black box. At the sound of glass breaking and wood snapping, I griped the handle of the box and swung it at a sweeping left arc.
The swing caught the.....things hand and dug the hook into its cheek. I now got a full look at its face, which were riddled with cuts oozing pus. It's swollen mouth full of sharp jagged teeth, and it was wearing a pair of blood stained gas wielders goggles over its eyes.
It doubled over, howling in pain as it tried to remove the hook from its heavily bleeding face. In response I swung the case into the back of its head.
Making a mad dash out of the compartment, I fled down the hall away from the woman's now still corpse. I reached the door to the other car, when I remembered....
The girls!
I was about to run back, but the Fisher, as I had dubbed it, was standing in front of the shattered compartment door, hook still buried in its cheek.
It growled demonically, and in one motion, pulled the hook from its face, pulling its entire left cheek with it.
Wasting no time, I tried to pry open the box. As I fumbled with the locks, the Fisher walked leisurely towards me, dragging its hooks against the metal walls, emitting an ear-splitting scraping sound.
The box popped open with a snap, pouring out the contents clattering to the metal floor. What made the loudest clunk almost made me cry, but the threat of death steadied my emotions. It was a heavy silver revolver, with a six bullet cylinder.
Grabbing the decorative grip, and leveled the sights on his head, remembering the shooting lessons I received so long ago....
(Flashback)
"Hey Night Light, can you teach me how to shoot?" I asked. We had gone on a hunting trip to, as Velvet had put it, 'develop a grandfather-grandson bond'.
Really just him making a lot of sadistic comments whenever he shot something, and me scaring the other animals away.
"Are you old enough?" He asked. Knowing him he didn't really care, he was just afraid of his daughters wrath. Twi had said multiple times that I probably wasn't old enough to learn, but than she consulted a book and just said 'be careful'.
"I don't know, am I?" I quirked. He was always more agreeable when smart mouth humor was being used.
"I'd say you are, c'mon." He said, holding out his rifle so that I could hold it. He got down on one knee, and positioned the rifle on my right shoulder. "Now, look down the sights....there you go....now aim at that tree....see that stump? Aim for the center of that.....you got it?"
"Yea." I said, slightly nervous.
"Now breath in, and exhale and pull the trigger at the same time." He instructed.
I did and the ear splitting crack as the bullet hit the branch stump made me jump firing off another shot which went wide, and hit a squirrel, splitting it in two.
I dropped the gun when I saw the gore flying, and started crying. At this Night Light pulled me into a hug, and I proceeded to cry into his shoulder.
"Shhh...it's okay, it's okay." He said, trying to comfort me. "You're only six, you didn't mean to."
"I killed something, I'm a bad person." I said, immediately regretting it. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"
"No, your fine, I understand." He said still holding me, his warm breath brushing my ear, lessening the stinging from the cold air.
"This is a bad example, but I was taught that if you kill to care for those you love, or to protect them, than that doesn't make you a bad person. But do me a favor Spike."
"What is it?" I asked, now calmed down.
"Don't grow up to be like me."
(End Flashback)
Later he had taught me to shoot a pistol, in a shooting range as to prevent another mental breakdown.
But I panicked, firing wide, nailing him in the kidney.
Idiot! What if the gun was empty!?
I would run away screaming like a banshee.
I leveled my sights on its heart in being an easier target, since my previous shot only made it move faster.
I pulled the trigger and it dropped to floor with a loud thud, it's hooks flying from its hands.
I exhaled the breath I didn't know I was holding in. I started to walk over to the girls compartment, steeping over the body. When I was completely over the body I felt multiple stabbing pains in my right leg.
I looked down to see that the creature had buried its teeth into my right foreleg.
"Agggggh!"
Wasting no time I feel flat on my face. It removed its teeth and attempted to crawl up my body, but was meet by the barrel of my revolver to its forehead.I pulled the trigger splattering brain matter al over his back and in the front of my jacket.
I rolled it off me, now spewing my lunch all over the floor.
After I got my insides under control, I made my way to the compartment that should've contained the girls.
I opened the door....and immediately dropped to my knees.
"No...."
They were all strung across the seats, in the same condition as they were in my nightmare.
"Please no...."
And at the center of the carnage....was the black scythe.
"What the fuck is going on?!" I shouted, full of anguish.
I could barely comprehend what I was seeing. The six people that I cared for the most were lying dead before me. With a weapon that I had used to create the same result.
"Did I do this?"
Looking down at my hands, I see the gun. And an idea crosses my mind, and I open my mouth and place the barrel on the roof, the cold metal sending shivers into my brain and down my spine.
Murderer.
I pull the trigger, and the sound of metal striking metal at high velocity rings through the car.
I expect blackness, not the sight of a smoking silver revolver. Instantly I know what happened, I had pulled it out at the last second, to weak to own up to my crime.
I throw the gun on the ground, put my fore-arms to the cold metal ground, and start crying into them.
"You fucking murderer! Why did you do it?! What did they do to you, you stupid cunt! Fuck you! Fuck you." I screamed to myself.
I contemplated attempting suicide again, but I knew I wasn't strong enough. So I decided to wait for another Fisher to come and carry out my punishment, or I would simply wait to bleed out.
As I sat waiting for death, my phone began to ring, I tried to ignore it, and soon it went silent once again.
A few moments later it rang again, and I ignored it once more. It rang once more, again I ignored it.
The forth time it rang, a little voice inside my head told me to answer it, and by the time my phone had rung a seventh time, I answered it.
"Look who ever you are, I'm not in-"
"I'm gonna cut the shit and get straight to business, you're in danger, and your friends are dying, kid."I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what does he mean dying?
"I already killed them." I replied mechanically.
"Did you? Or is it an illusion based on your fear that those noble fuckers were right, that to make friends with a dragon is to make friends with death? That you can never be anything more than a monster, that you, by birthright, are evil? Or maybe some higher power wants you gone, as you might be the only one who can derail his entire plan, to wield the Elements of Harmony so he can claim his throne as the God of Dragons, and earn the title of Dram?" He practically shouted. "This choice is yours, get out and find out if you can still save them, or stay and mope because you might have killed them, and condemn your entire race to slavery. Choose wisely kid and whatever you choose, good luck."
"This has to be the strangest introduction ever." I quirked.
"Not by my standards." He said seriously. "Time to strap on a pair, reload your gun, which only has two bullets left, and get out of that train."
"How do you know about the gun?" I asked, a little freaked out.
"There's a time and place for answers, but not to that question. Now get moving." He commanded, and then hung up. Putting my phone away I looked back at the compartment, only to find it empty. No bodies, no scythe, just the heavily torn leather seats.
"Who is Dram?"
Deciding that dragon mythology can come latter, I walked back to the black box I dropped earlier. The bullets were in those thingies that look like the cylinder, but are for reloading. Emptying the current cylinder, I pushed the bullet side of the reload thingy, filling the cylinder with a new set if rounds. Taking the other two bullets I placed them in the empty reloader.
After that, I found a belt holster that was in a position that forced me to reach across my waist to draw it. No problem, this just makes me able to bitch slap enemies that get to close as I draw. The box also contained a combat knife with a sheath that went on the front of my waist.
After that extremely badass arming session, I attempted to open the door only to find it locked. After examining the door closer I found that it was plastered shut.
"No getting out this way." I oh so intelligently observed.
Reason dictated that the other door should be open, so I turned heel and went down the hall, and stopped at the woman's body. She said earlier that she was the wife of Filthy Rich, so that meant that she was Diamond Tiaras mother. They may both be insufferable bitches, but that was a horrible way to die, and a girl should have her mother, especially at the age of fourteen. Making a quick decision, I closed her lifeless eyes, and looked for something to give to her family. On her wrist was a silver bracelet with a tablet engraved with the words; To My Angel, and on the other side; From Your Loving Husband. Unclipping that, my fingers brushed along another bracelet. This looked like it was made by a four year old. This was a probable assumption as the blocks read 'MOMMY'.
Taking this as well, I noticed a silver glint coming from her open throat. Taking a closer look, it was a silver key. Assuming that I would need it later, I dove my hand in, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible, and yanked on the first thing I felt.
Which consequently was her spine.
Her head came right off, eyes still closed. I dropped her head, the key clattering to the floor.
I grabbed the key and dashed for the door. I flung it open, and was met by the sight of another Fisher. It was surprised by my loud and sudden entrance, which I took advantage of by pushing the knife hilt-deep between its eyes.
Suddenly a huge can opener looking claw tore through the roof, nearly spearing me in the proses.
It withdrew the claw, but not before it drug it through the rest of the car, exposing the clouded, blood red sky.
Wherever I am, I'm not on Equis anymore.
Making my way to the other door I find the same problem I encountered before; the door is plastered shut.
Seeing the somewhat obvious course of action, I attempted to jump to the roof with surprising success. I cheered, which was answered with the roaring of the half a ton monster with extremely sharp claws which it used to attach itself to the walls of the canyon that the train resided in, only a narrow strip of land which expanded as the canyon came to a close at the front few cars of the train.
The creature had no legs, but had a long muscular tail that ended with a bludgeon. It swung said tail at me with blinding speed, which I narrowly sidestepped. It did this a few times, each one puncturing the roof, until I jumped onto the car in front.
It removed one claw and struck it back into the rock a large distance ahead.
And now we are at the present, me running for my life, manliness be damned, screaming like a banshee.
The canyon is coming to a close and the beast is slowing down. I jump, making a kick-ass slow-motion jump, which I land on my face attempting.
I stand and watch the beast climb over the opposing wall and out of sight.
Riiiiing..
I pick up my phone, fully expecting the pep talk guy, and lo-and-behold it is. "Ya off that train yet?" He asks.
"It's nice to here from you to."
"Whatever, you hurt?"
"My leg but that's wrapped up."
"Good, do you know where you are?"
"Tardus?"
"In your language, yes. But every one else calls it something else. The place where no hero can go."
Here we go.
"The place where nightmares become reality!"
"I thought my friends weren't dead?"
"Welcome.... To PANDORA!"