Hurricane's Story

Prologue

The grey stallion stood next to the hospital bed with a concerned look on his face. In the bed was a brown pegasus surrounded by ponies who had loved him, including his wife who was on the other side of the bed. Both the stallion in the bed and the mare across the bed from the grey stallion had grey in their muzzles. They were both getting older. They all turned around when a nurse entered the room. She appeared to be about as old as the stallion in bed. She whispered something in Applejack’s ear and the orange mare broke down into tears.

“No. The princesses said it wouldn’t be a problem. They said that he would be fine!” She yelled at the nurse.

“Yes, but that was if he stayed a pony for that full time. The night he killed Nebula accelerated the process.” She said. All of the ponies nodded in understanding, including the grey stallion. The one in the bed was fast asleep. Blissfully unaware of his impending doom. His condition had put him in a coma.

After a few hours of waiting, most of the ponies had left the room, leaving only applejack and the grey pegasus.

“You do know why he’s like this. Don’t you son.” She asked in a watery voice. Her heart was breaking for the one she loved had only hours left to live. The grey stallion nodded. “So you also know that it’s all my fault he’s like this.” She said.

“No mom. No it’s not. It’s nebula. He’s the reason this all happened. He’s the reason i happened.” The grey stallion said in a sure voice.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re not a mistake. You’re perfect Hurricane. Don’t ever forget that.” She said.

“Don’t give me that. I’m the reason she’s dead. I’m a monster and you’re saying i’m PERFECT!” He said. His rage come from nowhere.

“I don’t want to talk about that night right now. And please, don’t fight with me about this here.” She said. She didn’t have her normal drive to keep going. His father wasn’t the only one dieing. His mother was losing her will to continue on.

“I-I’m sorry. Its just. Its so frustrating. Why can’t we all just be normal. Why does my dad have to have heart cancer and why am I-”

“It’s because of nebula. It’s all because of him. The reason we are in this hospital room right now, is because of him. Even in death, he curses us.” She said in a voice that was so serious, it was like it wasn’t even applejack. There wasn’t the normal warmness or humor. Just sadness and pain. It hurt to hear her talk. They stood silent for a while until there was a stirring in the bed. Hurricane had been dozing but snapped awake. Joe was moving in the bed. Only a little but more than he had in the past few days. He opened his eyes and blinked. His son and his wife stood on either side of him. A tear escaped his eye.

“I don’t have long, do I.” He croaked out through the mask they made him wear. They both shook their heads. He sighed. “Hurricane.” He croaked. His son looked at him, an unreadable expression adorned his face. “I want you to stop blaming yourself for what happened. That wasn’t you. I love you.” He said. His son cracked a smile for the first time in days. Joe looked over to applejack. “Applejack, my love. I know this is hard for you, but it isn’t your fault. None of it. I want you to keep living this life. Never regret a moment. Ever.” He paused and applejack kissed his forehead. He smiled under the horrible mask. “I can hear my father calling for me.” He said. Applejack stiffened.

“No, not yet. Just a little longer. Please.” She pleaded to no pony in particular.

“I love you both. I will watch you two until you join me in the sky. Goodbye, for now.” He said. He closed his eyes and that was it. He drifted off into sleep and then into paradise. applejack wailed and collapsed on the side of the bed her head on the body’s chest.” She sobbed and sobbed until the sun came up and she fell asleep on his cold body.

Three days later.

Hurricane looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his grey suit and black bow tie. Normally, he would have been glad about how he looked.  But this wasn’t a happy occasion, it was a funeral. He rode in the procession, listened to the speeches and comforted his mom when she began to cry. It was an average funeral, nothing different other than the fact that it was his father’s funeral. He didn’t like funerals.To formal for him. Even his father’s he disliked for more than the obvious reasons. The most notable part was when they were going back home. He literally had to carry his mother home. She had collapsed from hunger. Apparently she hadn't eaten since the morning they went to the hospital, three days ago. He set his mother down on her bed and went to the kitchen to get some soup. He was alone in the house, except for his mother. They had moved away from the farm and into ponyville. It was nicer and closer to his dad’s former job. He mixed together his mom’s soup while lost in his thoughts. He relished in the past for no more than a minute until the aroma of the soup snapped him out of his thoughts. He stirred the pot and poured some in a bowl. He carried it to his mother’s room and knocked on the door. She was just staring up at the ceiling. Not moving, not speaking. Just staring. It was kind of creepy. He placed the soup on her bedside table and turned around and left the room. He then went to his own and fell asleep.

The next morning.

Hurricane walked down the streets of ponyville to the studio his friend Platinum and him owned. He pushed open the door to the modern facility and stepped inside. The bell chimed and Hurricane walked to the counter where all the instruments were. He set his bags down under the counter and opened up a guitar case. He came to work early everyday to practice playing the instruments. He made sure it was tuned correctly and began to strum a soft melody. He was halfway through the song when a bright blue pony with a white mane walked into the store.

“Hey Cane!” She said waving to him. He nodded to her and continued the soft riffs. She trotted over to him and sat down next to him. he set down the instrument and stared at the ground. “I’m sorry about what happened.” She said.

“Don’t be. It was inevitable.” The stallion said. they sat in silence for a little while longer until she spoke again.

“I have a friend who just moved into town. I figured you might want to meet her.” She said.

“Plat,” he said looking up at her. “If you’re trying to hook me up with somepony, I don’t want it.”

“You only have to date if you want to.” She said innocently. “Just remember, don’t buck on the first date.” She said slapping him on the back. They both laughed. It felt good to talk to somepony. Not necessarily about his problems. But just to joke around. She took her place next to him and they prepared to help ponies find their musical talents. Hurricane flipped on the open sign and as if on cue two ponies walked in.

About three hours later they were closing up for lunch when a pony walked into the store. “I’m sorry Ms but we’re closing up for lunch break. Please come back in a hour.” Hurricane said. He heard a squeal behind him and Platinum rushed up to meet the pony.

“Icedrop, you’re here.” She said excitedly.

“It’s good to see you too.” The pony said. Hurricane trotted up to the two mares. “Who’s this handsome stallion you have working with you?” She asked looking him up and down.

“Ice, this is my best friend. Hurricane.” The blue pony said.

“My friends call me Cane.” He said holding out a hoof. She shook it and smiled at him. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she was. Her coat was pure white without single spot of color for anything other than her cutie mark. Her mane was a cyan blue that hung down from her face and covered some of her left eye. Her eyes were a beautiful blue. All in all, she was gorgeous.