Chapter 1- The Band of Idiots (Emerald)
It was a hot Summer’s Day in Ponyville. It just felt like the day kept dragging on and on. For me, this was awful. I just wanted this awful Summer’s day to end like any other day of my life. You see, I am homeless, and that just means that those stupid bullies have to punch me in the face every time they walk by.
Today was just like any other day, I sat at my bench reading some magazine that somepony had dropped. When, of course, three ponies start walking towards me. One of them looked really mean, the head of the three. His name was Tough Buff, (I know, “Tough Buff”, you would think his Mom would do better at picking names.) He was a gray coated stallion and had a yellow main. His cutie mark was a hoof punching a pony’s face.
The second one to the left was named Shark Bait. His coat was shimmering blue, and his green main swooped down over his left eye. There was a huge chunk out of his green tail, his cutie mark was a hoof punching a shark’s nose
The third pony nopony else seemed to understand why he was even hanging out with these guys. His name was Molecule. He was short, about half the size of his companions. His face was very pimply, and his mane resembled that one filly named Snail’s hair. Very messy and out of place, just like himself. The only one thing was somewhat clean about him was his cutie mark, a Molecule.
They glared down at me, I winced. Shark and Buff’s beatings always hurt the most. Molecule it was just embarrassing, I could take down the nerdy kid!
“It’s time for your 5:00 beating, Emerald.” Tough Buff said proudly, lifting me up upside down off of my bench. I dropped the magazine I was reading, and turned to glare at the guys, mainly Molecule, because he is so dumb for joining in a band of idiots like Shark Bait and Tough Buff. I struggled to get out of Tough Buff’s grasp but it was no use. Shark Bait, Molecule and Tough Buff started slapping me, punching me, and hitting me. Well, sort of.
Molecule’s lame attempt of hitting, slapping, and punching didn't hurt at all. It just felt like somepony was poking me. Otherwise though, I was in a pretty sticky situation. I was being hung upside down while all the blood rushed to the top of my head and idiots who probably couldn’t read beat me in places I already been beaten in. Too much blood was rushing to my head. My vision was blurring and my eyes were starting to droop. The last thing I saw before she closed her eyes was a red pony-shaped blur running towards us.
I woke up, and blinked twice to get the water out of my eyes. I looked around, I was in the Ponyville hospital, the only place where I have ever gone inside and not gotten a negative response. I sat up in my hospital bed and looked around. Beside me on a small table lay a plastic- wrap of chocolate truffles. Dangling from the ribbon which was tying the plastic- wrap, was a small card. I cut it off with some nearby scissors and read aloud “Don’t let those bullies get to you. I love you! From-Aunt Redheart.” I smiled, and used the scissors to open the plastic-wrap. The truffles were delicious. Still, I wondered if I had imagined that red pony-shaped figure.
There was a knock on the door. I got out of the hospital bed and went to answer the door. I opened it, and the pony surprised the hell out of me.
“Are you Emerald?” A red pegasus said to me.
Author's Note
Rated Teen for violence and small use of inappropriate language. Again, this is a collab with Theater Critic.
Chapter 2- Room 604 (Windwaker)
You know, I don’t save mares getting beaten up by bullies a lot. Only once or twice, but I never talked to them.
When I saved that mare from those stallions trying to beat her up, I saw she was bleeding. Don’t know why, because they didn’t punch her, but bleeding nonetheless. I picked up her unconscious body and flew her to the Ponyville hospital. I put her in the emergency room and that was all I saw of her for the time.
Until two hours later.
I was walking home from working as a bartender and saw the exact spot where I saved the purple maned mare. I knew it was the spot because there was a little pool of blood. I was worried about the mare because she was really hurt. Yes, ponies bleed sometimes, but this was serious. I stretched my wings out and flew to the hospital.
I opened the door and walked in. I trotted to the counter. “I am here to check on a mare here.”
“Name?” The counter pony said.
"I don’t know her name, but she looked like a mare with a dark red coat, light purple hair, and a gemstone for a cutie mark.”
“Oh you mean Emerald?”
“I guess. What room is she in?”
The counter pony gave me a strange look. “How can I trust you?” The pony said.
“I was there to check her into the emergency room not that long ago.”
The pony sighed. “Room 604.” I flew up the stairs up the six floors and walked to the room numbered 604. The door looked plain and gray, with 604 painted in dark black. I knocked on the door and was greeted by the most beautiful mare I’ve ever seen.
Yes, that. Yeah, she wasn’t that cute when she was unconscious, but now, she looked amazing. She had those puppy dog eyes, the ones that you can’t say no to.
“Are you Emerald?” I asked.
She made a soft squeak and covered her muzzle with her to front hooves.
“Are you ok?” I said, confused.
Slowly, she lifted her hooves down away from her muzzle. “Yo-you didn’t hit me?” she said, sounding confused. “Don’t you hate me, though?”
“N-No. I was the pony that saved you from getting killed by those bullies.” I said.
She pondered this. “Yes. I am Emerald. I would offer you a truffle, but I ate them already!”
“Truffles, cool. Are you still hungry? We could go to lunch together.” I said, sheepishly.
“Are you kidding me? YES! But um....I don’t have any bits.” Emerald said, shuffling her front-left hoof.
“I have some bits. We could go over to Sugarcube Corner and have a cupcake.” I said.
“Ok, but this is so nice of you. Thank you!” Emerald reached out, and hugged me. She got a little blood on my coat, making it a little redder than before. Finally she released, beaming her beautiful smile at me.
We walked out of the room and checked Emerald out. Then we walked out of the hospital to go to lunch.
This was going to be great.
Author's Note
Rated teen for violence and small use of inappropriate language.
