Blackwing: God of Humanity

It was a hot, stormy spring night, rain poured onto the hospital parking lot, the only light visible in the dark black night was the occasional blinding flash of lightning or a car passing by with their headlights fogged by rain. Inside the hospital Mitchell was sitting on a chair in the ER lobby, twiddling his thumbs, head bowed down, and staring at the carpeting.

He had been sitting in the lobby for several hours, waiting... waiting... Mitchell lifted his head when the double doors into the intensive care unit creaked open. A doctor walked out, his face buried in the clipboard he was holding.

A nurse pushed a hospital bed out of the door, a white cloth covering a body. Mitchell took one look at the cloth and he lost it, he shot out of the chair and ran towards the exit.

A doctor hailed him to stop, but Mitchell ignored him and shoved the exit doors open, and into the rain he continued. Mitchell walked through the hard rain and stomped his way to his car. He opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat. He rested his head on his hands and sat down hunched, he felt like he was going to puke. He broke out into a silent sob, tears ran down his face. For several minutes the only noise he made was the occasional gasp for air. A doctor walked over to his car and tapped on the window. Mitchell looked at him with a look of rage and sorrow. He took a set of keys out of his pocket and shoved them into the ignition. He dropped his foot on the gas and drove away, tires squealing and smoking as the vehicle shot down the parking lot.

Later that night, Mitchell came back to his apartment and sat on an old tattered recliner. He sat there, with a .45 that belonged to his father. With that thought, Mitchell reminisced the time when he was younger and his parents were still alive.

He was a carefree child, born to a cop for a father and a robotic technician for a mother, no siblings except a miscarried sister. Mitchell’s parents were good people, they raised him well and set him up with good schools and undying support. Yet throughout his life, Mitchell had an unlucky tendency to be severely punished for things he never did.

In sixth grade, he was expelled from private school because another student planted drugs in his locker as a sick prank and no matter how much he pleaded and told them that he didn’t do it, they still kicked him out. After that, he jumped from school to school up until his graduation. Graduation day, ironically, was the worst day of his life. After he got home from his party, the police department informed him and his mother that Mitchell’s father was shot and killed in a drug bust.

After that day, Mitchell’s mother spiraled into depression, she quit her job and eventually got stuck in a heavy drinking habit. Mitchell always thought to himself that his mother never deserved this, she was too good of a person, when she asked you what you wanted to be done, she wouldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t much better for Mitchell, he never went to college and isolated himself from others later and eventually lost all of his friends. So there he sat, staring at a photo frame of his mother and father on the small table next to him. Mitchell’s mother had a heart attack earlier today from overdosing on pills and was rushed to the ER. First his father, now his mother.

Mitchell sat alone in his apartment, now the only thing he had was his rundown apartment and the very few possessions he owned. After his long memory trip, Mitchell pulled back the .45’s hammer with his thumb and lifted the barrel up to his temple.

His whole body started to shake as he heard the click, click from the revolver as the cylinder rotated. Mitchell touched his finger to the trigger, his palms soaked in sweat. He held his breath as he slowly applied pressure to the trigger, slower and slower until... BANG Mitchell fell to the floor, red sticky blood poured from his head onto the carpet, staining the dirty white floor with dark crimson pools.

Mitchell was dead, but oddly, he felt conscious. He slowly creaked his eyes open, there was nothing around him, just a empty black space. His feet weren’t touching anything, he was floating. He slowly turned his head, still nothing. Nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to hear, nothing to taste, nothing to smell. Is this death? Mitchell thought. He could do nothing but float there, in the empty purgatory in which he was trapped in.

For what felt like forever, nothing happened, until Mitchell caught a sight of something in the nothing, a shimmer of a large eyeball. The eyeball got closer and closer to him, more features of the silhouette became visible. The spirit walked on four tall legs, it had an odd head, with a long narrow snout-like appendage. After inspecting the creature as it looked at him, he realized it was an animal. It was a horse, a large white horse. It looked like a normal horse, except he could make out large wings on it’s sides, and bright, long red hair, or mane Mitchell guessed. He looked at it’s face, large, shiny blue eyes stared deep into his. A large bone stuck out from it’s forehead, like a horn or something.

Mitchell was startled when the horse spoke the words “Hello.” to him, it had the voice of a woman. Mitchell couldn’t respond, this was all a little too much for him. “Hello.” It said again. Mitchell struggled to form words, he just made out nonsense. Finally Mitchell collected himself and said to the horse, “Who are you?” The phantom replied almost immediately, “Who I am is not important right now,” It paused, “In events soon to come, you’ll meet someone named ‘Bloodline’. Please, you must say yes to her offer.” Mitchell stammered and tried to ask a question but his train of thought was lost when he heard a loud crash, he looked for the horse but it disappeared. He closed his eyes, wanting for all of this to end and slowly slipped from consciousness.

Mitchell later got a hold of his train of thought and opened his eyes again, Still nothing to see, Nothing to feel, nothing to hear, nothing to taste, but, there was something to smell. He took in a big whiff and the air smelled like flowers and the perfume of honey. He slowly started to hear something, the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the sound of slow flowing water next to his ears. His mouth felt wet, he smacked his lips and tasted the water from the stream that he was lying in. Finally, blurry grey clouds formed in his sight. He tried to sit up, but his whole body ached as if he was thrown against a wall.

After several moments of struggling to lift himself up, he managed to sit against a hill behind him. His vision was getting clearer now, he could see his arms and torso smoking, as if he were recently on fire. He looked to his left and saw the broken remnants of what looked like a small stone bridge. He then looked ahead, above a hill, he saw a large tree, but there was some sort of house built into it. He saw the front door of the tree house creak open. A small yellow figure stumbled out, it looked like it was shaking.

Mitchell’s eyes started to burn, not to sting, but literally felt like they were melting. He shut his eyes but the burning sensation still overwhelmed him. The burning was too much, Mitchell let out a loud yell of pain, then he dropped to the ground and funneled the creek water into his eyes. The pain went away and he opened his eyes once more.

The yellow figure was standing in front of him, trembling and shaking like a leaf. It looked somewhat like the spirit, but it was much smaller. What was it? He thought, there was a word on the tip of his tongue. “Pony.” Mitchell said softly, the yellow pony backed up quickly as he spoke. Mitchell rubbed his eyes, his vision felt extremely clear, it felt like the best vision he had in his life. He had 20/20 vision but he could see everything in amazing sharpness, he felt like he could spot a bird perched on a rock a thousand miles away.

Mitchell looked around in amazement of his new eyesight, but the yellow animal spoke, “H-Hello?” Her voice sounded fragile. Mitchell looked at her and she backed up further, shaking violently. Mitchell stumbled onto his feet, “Uh, hello...” He replied. The pony yelped, as if she was surprised. “You can talk?” She asked. Mitchell was confused, “Of course I can talk,” he said. Mitchell inspected his limbs, his clothes were soaked, but nothing more than a few cuts. He placed his fingertips on his temples, no bullet holes.

The pony spoke again, “Since you can talk, do you have a name?” she asked. Mitchell directed his attention to her, “It’s uh... Mitchell., and you?” he replied.

She was no longer afraid, if anything, she looked happy, “I’m Fluttershy,” she said. Mitchell’s eyes rose open, he swore he remembered that name from somewhere.

Fluttershy led Mitchell into her cottage, she pointed him to a nearby couch to rest. Mitchell sat on the couch with a light poomf sound. Mitchell’s brain clicked, he was now aware of the situation and started to panic a little. “Where am I?” He gasped. “You mean you don’t know where you are?” Fluttershy replied with a concerned look. “Nope.” Mitchell simply replied. “How come you don’t know where you are? Did you hit your head?” She asked. “No... Well, I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I just know for a fact I’m definitely not from this planet...” he retorted.

Mitchell’s eyes started to vibrate, the pain was slowly returning. He put his hands on his eyes and rubbed them, “Do you have a bathroom?” He asked. “Uhm... Yeah, down the hall over there,” Fluttershy said pointing down a short hallway. Mitchell got off the chair and hurried to the bathroom. Once he was inside, he flipped the faucet handle, scooped water in his hands, and submerged his eyes in the small pool. After the pain receded once more, Mitchell looked at himself in the mirror above the sink. He looked normal, except with a few cuts and bruises and the tips of his dark maroon hair were singed off and replaced with short black stubble.

He payed attention to his eyes, they were completely different. Mitchell’s dark blue eyes were replaced with an odd brick color. He also noticed bright, gold specks on his iris shimmering with the light. A look of concern grew on Mitchell’s face. “I must be dreaming, there’s no way this is happening...” He mumbled to himself. Mitchell turned his head, looking at his temple, it was normal, as if he never shot himself.

After he was done gazing in the mirror, he looked outside the bathroom door and notice Fluttershy staring at him with a sense of awe. Mitchell felt awkward and looked away. “I’ve never seen an animal like you before,” She said, breaking the silence. Mitchell looked at her again, “I’m a human, there’s no other humans here?” he said. Fluttershy gasped, her large blue eyes widened. She ran back into her living room. Mitchell was once again confused and followed her into her living room.

Fluttershy was rummaging under a couch near the wall of the room, she pulled out various binders which looked like photo albums and eventually pulled out a yellow book called “Ancient Creatures of Legend” and placed it on the couch.

On the cover, there was an illustration of a large cat-like creature, Mitchell noticed it looked like an Anubis from Egyptian folklore. Fluttershy turned through page after page until she reached a page with a drawing of a man, a human man.

“My parents gave this to me when I was just a little filly, there’s all sorts of amazing creatures in here,” Fluttershy said.

“That looks like me alright,” Mitchell said, “humans lived here?” He asked. “The Princess said they did... And she’s very old,” she said. Mitchell looked at her, “Princess?” he asked. “Oh come on, you know who the Princess is,” Fluttershy giggled.

“Can’t say that I do, but you can spare me the details about her, I’m sure I’ll learn about this place eventually” Mitchell said.

He looked out of the window next to him, it looked like a cheery place, the grass was a lime green and the mountains ahead were a vibrant purplish color. The sky on the other hand looked bleak, dreary. “The sky used to be a beautiful blue color and the night was filled with stars,” Fluttershy spoke in a disappointed voice. “Used to be? What happened to it?” Mitchell asked. “The Princess and her sister share control of time, Celestria brings day, Luna brings night.” she said. “But now they don’t, they started fighting and they gave up on their responsibilities, there’s no day, no night.”

The sky was completely covered in dark grey storm clouds, blocking most of the sunlight, making the world look darker.

“How can two Princesses control day and night?” Mitchell asked as he studied the landscape. “They’re magical alicorns.” Fluttershy responded. Mitchell laughed, “Magic? You’re kidding right?” “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Day and night come from the Earth’s rotation, not two magical horses,” He mocked.

Fluttershy looked at him funny, Mitchell wasn’t looking back, “If you’re not from here, how come you know the name of our planet?”, “Earth’s the name of my planet,” Mitchell said. “No, it’s our planet’s name,” Fluttershy argued. Mitchell’s eyes widened, “Am I in the future or some shit?!” He yelled at the window. Mitchell stood up and started to breathe heavily. Fluttershy started to back away a little, Mitchell looked at her and she flinched and curled up in a ball.

Mitchell let out a deep sigh and slowly walked up to her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak out like that.” Mitchell said to the yellow ball. “I get angry at times, but I’d never hurt anybody over it.” he said. Fluttershy poked out her head, looking at him, she slowly got out of the odd fetal position. “Listen, could you tell me where I could go to get help?” Mitchell asked. Fluttershy flopped back up and nodded.