Equestria's Most Wantedby gordobraveheartChaptersResurrection Out of the Rain.Hiatus Resurrection Resurrection “Today is a dark day for hip-hop,” A news anchor said on channel 5, Fox News. “ Tupac Amuru Shakur, also known as the famous rapper Tupac or, “Makaveli”, has been gundowned in a drive-by shooting at an intersection in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was shot multiple times and is currently taking residence at Southern Nevada University Center.” As soon as news hit of Tupac being shot spread to everyone around the world, millions upon millions began to worry and pray for the underground rapper to make his return, safely and at full health. Many people in the United States came from all around the country and gathered around the hospital, holding candles and singing his songs, wanting him to know that his fans are their for him. People believed he was going to walk out of this, just like he did when he was shot five times before in Manehattan. However, praying and singing his songs was not enough to bring the rapper to his feet. Six days after the shooting, Tupac was proclaimed dead. His death was definitely one of the most shocking events of hip-hop history. However, on the night Tupac died, something happened.... He opened his eyes, finding himself in a room filled with medical equipment, a closed window, and a bed surrounded by curtains. Tupac looked around the room he was in, and realized where he was. “Awe shit, again?” He said with a thug attitude in his voice. He walked around and noticed the large amount of “get well soon” cards and flowers surrounding the curtain shielded bed. He walked up to the bed, and was about to open the curtain until he heard multiple voices singing one of his famous songs, “Changes.” He walked over to the window and moved the curtain, smiling at what he saw. There was at least the whole city outside of the hospital, clapping their hands, waving candles softly in the air, and singing his song “Changes”, from beginning to end. Tupac felt warm as he saw his fans singing one of his songs, and as much as he wanted to open the window and let his fans know that he’s alive and breathing, a beeping noise coming from behind stopped him. Tupac turned around to the bed surrounded by curtains, blocking his view. As he walked closer the bed, he could feel that something just wasn’t right. He slowly moved the curtains out of the way, and what he saw behind said curtains took his breath away. There, in front of him, was his own body. He knew it was his own because of every single detail; his face, his nose ring, his goatee and the tattoo of the word, “Makaveli” was in the exact same spot. There was absolutely no doubt, Tupac was staring at himself. The beeping of the machine began to faint, and soon, all he heard was a flatline. 2pac just stared at his body, motionless, until the door behind him opened. A nurse came into the room, smiling. “Okay Mr. Shakur it’s time for your...DOCTOR!!!” Suddenly, at least three doctors started rushing into the room as Tupac backed away from his body and gritted his teeth. “Come on, doc. Do somethin’.” Another nurse ran into the room, helping the other nurse and the three doctors push his body out of the room, and into the E.R. Tupac followed them, hoping that they were able to do anything. He entered the room and witnessed a surgeon pull out the defibrillator, a device that sends an electrical shock into his heart and throughout the body. Tupac could see the surgeon charge them up as he rubbed them together and placing the device on his chest. “Clear!” The surgeon said, sending 200 watts into his body. Tupac could only stare as the surgeon tried to revive him. “Damn it, 500 watts more, we’re losing him!” The surgeon said as he placed the defibrillators on his chest. “Clear!” Again, nothing. Tupac could see his own body jumping lifelessly from the machine, yet nothing is happening. “Come on, you bastard! You ain’t dying on me! crank up the power, this is the last try...” The surgeon said as he began to charge of the device. Tupac saw the look of the nurses and the doctors, who were unsure of the method. “Dammit, I said do it!” Tupac heard the machine crank into full blast, and could even hear the electrical current coming from it The surgeon placed it on Tupac’s body, and gave it one last try. “CLEAR!” “...That was all we had...I’m sorry, Tupac.” Those were the last words that echoed throughout his head, repeatedly. Tupac could hear footsteps rushing behind him, and though he knew what was about to happen next, he turned around and walked away from seeing his body being placed in the bag. As he walked out of the room, 2pac didn’t bother moving out of the way from the oncoming nurses and doctors, he just went right through them. Now, he really is Ghost. He walked down a long hallway, where on the door of a nearby room, he could see a cross. Tupac couldn’t help but smile. “So this is how I die? Gundowned, and died in a hospital, right? Haha, ain’t that some shit..” 2pac walked away from the cross, still smiling. “So, where to now, God? Do I walk inside Thugz Mansion with my homies sippin’ forties? Or do I go down under?” As he walked down further the long hallway, he stopped by a nearby window that showed the outside, where he can still see his fans. He could also see his change of clothes, even though he doesn’t ever remember changing them. 2pac wore a white bandana, which was tied up across his forehead. He wore a black-T shirt, with regular blue jeans, and some Nike tennis shoes. “My fans really loved me, huh?” He said as he walked by the window, looking away. “Shit, I love you all too.” Then, in front of his own very eyes, the end of the hallway began to shine a bright white, blinding Tupac and forcing him to shield his eyes. That’s when he remembered how when many people die, all they have to is keep walking until they reach their destination. Well, that’s just was he was going to do, keep walking until he reached the light. He was only a few steps away from it, stareing deep into the light. What is beyond that light, he doesn’t know. His time has come, and he must now walk away from the Earth, and enter the land of peace. Before he entered, Tupac took one final deep breath. “You can’t keep a real nigga down.” As he said his final words before leaving Earth, he entered the light, awaiting whatever was on the other side. “Fuck is that smell?” Tupac grumbled tiredly as he placed his hand on his bald head to where he could feel a lingering headache. “Feels like ah nigga whooped mah ass.” Taking in his surroundings, he noticed he was in an alley, propped against a dumpster, to make matters worse, it was raining, dark and he was damned cold. “Hey buddy, you’ll catch your death out here sleeping it off in the rain,” A raspy yet feminine voice called out. Tupac turned his head around towards the voice only to find a dark figure walking on four legs towards him, carting a few trash cans behind it with a wagon. The figure didn’t seem to pay him much mind as it reared up on it hind legs and opened the dumpster he was propped against and emptied its cargo into it. “Besides my boss gets really mad when ponies hang around out here behind his business.” Tupac stared at the creature slack jawed. He’d seen a lot of shit in his lifetime and although dark he knew that whatever had just opened its mouth to speak to him wasn’t another man. Struggling to raise to his feet the creature watched him carefully until he was standing at his full height now towering over it. “Whoa buddy, you’re as big as a minotaur,” it said as it took a step back to get a better look at him. Tupac eyes widened as he took a step back of his own and stumbled into the dumpster. “Hey take it easy buddy, I think you’ve had one too many tonight,” It said as it made to assist him, only to be rewarded with a right hook to the jaw for its trouble. The creature went tumbling backwards and Tupac took that opportunity to sprint away from it. ‘What the fuck was that, is a nigga goin crazy or some shit?’ Tupac thought as he dashed down the alleyway only to slip on the slick wet ground, and crashing hard. “God damn it…” he grumbled while trying to stand back up. “Hey buddy!?” The same voice as before called after him. “I think you really need some help, you’re going to hurt yourself or somepony else!” Tupac ignored the creature and continued to run until he finally reached the exit to where he was met with what he’d never expected to find. A bright city filled with neon lights and bustling streets. One similar to the Vegas strip with one major difference, it was overrun with creatures similar to the one he’d encountered in the alley. Now that he had access to adequate lighting he could make out what they were. Horses by the look of them, tiny little pastel colored horses. He watched them in stunned silence as they dashed to and fro trying to get to their destinations, without getting too soaked in the process. “I’ve finally caught you,” the creature Tupac now identified as a horse spoke up from a short distance behind him. “I’ve got to admit you’re pretty fast for something that runs on two legs, and you’ve got one mean punch to boot,” it said with a chuckle as it rubbed the spot where Tupac’s fist had kissed it. Tupac crooked his neck and stared down at the small horse and scrutinized it carefully. Its coat was a deep purple, and its mane a platinum blonde. “How in the fuck is a horse talking?” Tupac asked bluntly. “A nigga dies and wakes up to this shit, God must be fuckin wit me.” “First off I’d appreciate it if you don’t call me a horse,” the creature said with a narrow brow. “Not that I have anything against them, but I’m a pony. Better yet, call me by name, it’s Mixtape.” Tupac shook his head at the ridiculousness of his situation. “This ain’t my idea of thug heaven, where the fuck are the hoes, homies, blunts and forties?” he muttered. “Thug heaven?” Mixtape echoed, “Fraid I don’t know what that is, but regardless I think you really should get out of the rain.” Mixtape advised. “Especially with you being so…furless, that’s not something I should be concerned about is it?” “No,” Tupac answered dryly as he looked down at his drenched clothing, then back at Mixtape. “And where is a nigga supposed to go?” “Just follow me, I’ll get you dried off,” Mixtape said as she turned on her hooves and started to walk away. Tupac didn’t follow immediately choosing to weigh his options, before realizing he really only had two. Either freeze his balls off in the rain, or take the offer of someone he’d just punched in the face, he chose the latter. “So big guy, you’ve got a name?” Mixtape asked as she looked behind to stare at Tupac. “Or a species for that matter, I’ve never seen anything like you around, and Las Pegasus get’s all kinds of creatures passing through.” Tupac stopped in his tracks. “You bull shitin wit me right, you sayin you ain’t ever seen another nigga around this motherfucker before?” Mixtape stopped as well. “Nope you’re the first nigga I’ve ever seen.” Tupac shook his head “No people, humans, whatever the fuck you want to call em, you ain’t seen none?” Mixtape quirked her brow, “Sorry no, I’m telling you, you’re the first, I mean where did you come from anyway?” “East Harlem, Manhattan” Tupac answered. “Manhattan, you mean Manehattan?” Mixtape corrected. “No I mean Manhattan, like I said.” Tupac snapped back. Mixtape shrugged, “Fine Manhattan, I’ll take your word for it, now can we get out of the rain already, even I’m starting to get cold.” Tupac simply nodded as he removed his shirt to alleviate a bit of the coldness from the wet material. Mixtape couldn’t help but stare at the numerous tattoos, on his chest and arms. “Whoa I’ve never seen so many cutie marks before, how many talents does one pony need?” Tupac followed Mixtape’s eyes to his tattoos before he made the connection. “Only one, being a real nigga.” Author's Note Hope you all enjoy'd this chapter Sonson-Sensei and I worked on. Will there be more, we don't know. We both got fics to work on, and schools starting back up in a month for me. Anyways, look forward to these too busting mad rhymes, because shit just got real in Equestria. Have nice day! Out of the Rain.“So, what’s your name?” Mixtape said, walking next to the rapper. Mixtape had never seen a creature like him before, and now that she knows he is a human, as he last said, the least she can hope for was finding out his name. “Tupac Amuru Shakur, But you can just call me Tupac.” The bandana wearing human said. While they were walking, all Tupac could think about was what in the hell happened. He remembers the hospital room, seeing his fans standing outside the hospital, and his own lifeless body trying to be revived. Then he remembered walking towards a bright light, then the next thing he knew, he woke up in an alley by a dumpster, and punched a small talking pony in the face. Speaking of a punch the the face, he looked down for a quick second at the pony and noticed a small bruise he left on its chin. ‘Damn, that pony can take a punch.’ Tupac thought to himself. ‘Maybe punching it in the face was a bad move on me.’ As he walked down the sidewalk with Mixtape, he began to feel bad for ever punching the small pony in the face. He looked down at the pony, hesitation to talk. “Look, Mixtape right? I’m sorry that I punched you in the face. I’m just a little confused right now.” 2pac was looking around the city as he said that. Everything about this place reminded him of Las Vegas, what with all the bright, colorful lights, the loud music bangin’ in the nearby clubs he and Mixtape would occasionally walk by, and much more. “I thought heaven would be more, heavenly. Like, with all them angels flyin’ around and shit.” Mixtape looked up at Tupac with a cool expression. “It’s fine, big guy. A mare can take a couple hits, you know? I’ve been through tougher stuff.” “Mare? As in a girl?” Tupac said with a confused expression. Mixtape nodded, and as she did that 2pac felt mad guilt. “I punched a chick in the face. What the hell...” “Hey, cheer up. I told you I’ve been through worse.” Mixtape said as she tried to get Tupac’s mindset back on track. “So, what’s this heaven you keep talking about? Is it a nice place?” “You kiddin’ me? Ya’ll don’t know what heaven is?” Tupac said with such confusion, he didn’t notice the amount of ponies staring at him in shock. Then again, Tupac himself doesn’t know what heaven is, because he’s damn sure heaven wouldn’t look like Vegas. “You know what, don’t worry about it. All you need to know is that I was supposed to be judged up there, but ended up in some little girls dream version of Las Vegas.” “Las Vegas? Tupac, I think you mean Las “Pegasus”.” Mixtape corrected the rapper, but that only caused more problems. “The fuck you mean Las “Pegasus”? Ain’t this Vegas?” He said as he yet again looked at all the bright lights. Though, doubts started to fill his mind. Last time he checked, there were hookers standing at the corners, but all he sees are pony crossgards. “Does this Vegas have a place where you waste all your currency and lose everything?” Mixtape said as they made a right turn down a neighborhood. “Like a casino?” Tupac nodded. “Yea?” “Well then, welcome to Las Pegasus.” Tupac was now even more confused, but he kept a calm expression. However, there is no way in hell that this is Heaven. This place resembled Vegas too much to be the holy place. But, he had to make sure. “By any chance,” He said, stopping in his tracks. Mixtape stopped as well, a bit annoyed since it’s raining and all. “Does this place have a nickname?” “Well yea, of course it does.” Mixtape said as she began walking again. “Why do you ask?” “I just need to know, ight? Is this placed nicknamed...Sin City?” The bald rapper said as he began his pace back up to Mixtaped speed. “Yea. How’d you know?” Mixtape said as she looked up at the shirtless human. Tupac shook his head disapprovingly, sighing. “Damn. I knew this wasn’t Heaven.” “There goes that word again.” Mixtape said as she looked at 2pac. “Why do you want to go there so badly?” “I don’t. I mean, I didn’t. I died, and I was suppose to be judged there.” He said as twisted his shirt, releasing all the soaked up water. He decided to put the shirt back on. Even though it was cold, he didn’t want anybody asking about his tatoos. The place was too innocent to know what they meant. “Really? You don’t look dead, you look alive to me.” Mixtape said, chuckling. “Well, we’re close to my place. But, I don’t think I have what you're wearing. What are you wearing, by the way?” “A shirt, pants, and shoes. They keep me warm, since I don’t have no fur.” 2pac left out his undergarments, because ain’t nobody want to know what underwear a guy’s wearing. “On a real note, you really gonna let me in yo house? Won’t anybody-” “Pony-” “Whateva, worry about you? Cause I know my block would be suspicious if they saw some guy they didn’t know walk into a resident's house.” Mixtape let loose a chuckle, which caused a questioning look from Tupac. “What’s so funny?” “You needn’t worry about it, Tupac. The ponies that live on my block will be cool with it. Besides, it’s night time, now come on.” Tupac stopped for a second and stared at the mare walking away. He couldn't believe it. A talking pony is taking him home, and allowing him to stay there after punching her in the face. He knew he had to make it up to here one day, he’ll make sure of that. He caught up to the purple pony and patted her head. “Yo Mixtape?” “Yea, Tupac?” “You real, you know?” Tupac smiled at the pony, but it was now Mixtapes turn to be confused. “That’s a compliment, right?” “Yea.” “Oh. Well, you real too, Tupac.” She said, smiling. “Ight, well let’s go. inside, we’re already here.” Tupac looked up at the two-flat apartment building they’d stopped at. It was a moderate looking building, something suitable for a middle income family. “It’s not the prettiest thing on the block, but its home,” Mixtape said with a large toothy grin as she made her way up the stairs followed slowly by Tupac. Stopping at the door her horn became shrouded in a thin veil of silver light as did the door knob. Tupac watched in confusion as the door lock made a few clinks before the door itself flung open. “And what the hell was that?” Tupac asked while taking a step back from Mixtape and staring at her cautiously. Mixtape raised an eyebrow, “What was what?” she returned innocently. Tupac shook his head in disbelief. “The glowing horn, opening the door and not even touching it, that’s what.” Mixtape chuckled. “Jeez, you act like you’ve never seen magic before, it’s really nothing special.” Tupac didn’t respond but simply stared at Mixtape, then back at the open door. “I don’t believe it, you haven’t, but how?” Mixtape asked her mouth slightly hanging agape. “Magic is everywhere; you’d have to have been living under a rock to never have seen it.” “I’ve seen magic tricks, people wit cards trying to pull shit, nothing like that,” Tupac reasoned as he slowly stepped towards Mixtape and placed his hand on her horn. Mixtape giggled. “What are you trying to do?” “To see if I could feel it,” Tupac answered bluntly. “If you want to know what magic feels like then let’s try this,” Mixtape suggested as her horn yet again became shrouded in the same silvery light. “Since we’re out of the rain, I can try this spell,” she finished as Tupac himself became encased in a shroud of the same silvery magic as Mixtape’s horn. “Hold on ah minute,” Tupac argued as he tried to use his hands to physically pull off the silvery veil around him “Calm down you big baby,” Mixtape said as she stuck out her tongue in concentration. “I need to focus or I might burn you.” Tupac stopped his struggling as he felt a warm sensation surround his body before it was replaced by an unpleasant amount of heat that lasted for a brief moment. Mixtape let out a sigh as her horn lost its shimmer and the veil around Tupac disappeared. “What did you…?” Tupac paused as he took notice of how warm his clothes now were. Taking a moment to feel himself up, he was surprised to find that his clothes were as dry as if they had just come out of the dryer. “There, can’t have you trailing rainwater into my house can I?” Mixtape said with a satisfied grin. ‘Just what is this place?’ Tupac thought to himself. ‘Friendly as all hell, talkin horses wit magic, I need a drink.’ “Hey big guy are you coming inside or do you like my porch that much?” Mixtape teased from her position in the doorway. Tupac shook his head to bring himself from his momentary stupor. “Chill I’m comin,” he said as he walked in after Mixtape. Mixtape hit a light switch after they’d entered, illuminating her modest sized living room. “Make yourself at home, while I’ll go put on some hot coco, or would you rather have coffee?” “Why are you doing this?” Tupac asked as he struggled to makes sense of the kindness or naivety of the pony that seemed bent on helping him. Mixtape tilted her head in confusion. “Doing what?” “All of this,” Tupac answered. “In my hood you don’t just pull a nigga off the street and invite him into your home and offer him coffee. That’s the attitude of a child.” Mixtape frowned. “Since when was helping somepony considered childish?” “It’s childish cause you ain’t even thinkin about the consequences of letting some random in your crib,” Tupac explained. “What if I wasn’t right in the head and wanted to be beat you, or kill you or some shit?” Mixtape placed a hoof under her chin as though she were thinking hard about the matter. “Are you going to do any of that?” “No” Tupac answered dryly. Mixtape smiled, “Then that’s good enough for me.” Tupac sighed “No you don’t get it…” “No I do get it,” Mixtape cut Tupac off. “You think I should be cautious and that’s fair to say, but in that alley I saw it in your eyes” “Saw what?” “The fear, confusion but most importantly the lack of malice,” Mixtape explained. “We ponies can be very perceptive to the feelings of those around us. It was easy enough for me to tell, you have no real desire to hurt me. Besides I suppose helping those in need is just a part of how I was raised. Now like I asked before, coco or coffee?” Tupac rubbed his temples. “Coffee then,” he answered while walking over to a nearby couch and crashing down on to it. Surprisingly enough the couch was more than big enough to accommodate from Tupac’s entire frame. “And my mother said buying a couch that big was a waste of money,” Mixtape commented before turning on her hooves and exiting the living room. Tupac watched her go from the corner of his eye before he allowed his mind to once again wonder. ‘So what’ next?’ He thought. “Do I try to pick up the pieces, start fresh? Can I even make it in this place?” Tupac mused as something caught his attention. Sitting in the corner of Mixtapes living room was a very old but still functioning looking turntable. Tupac quirked a brow at the antique. ‘Her name is Mixtape,’ he mused as he stood up and walked over towards it. Looking at the side of it, he found a large amount of vinyl’s nestled between the sides of the turntable. Grabbing one of the vinyl’s he looked at the cover. A random pony, nothing he could really make heads or tails of. Shrugging he pulled the vinyl out of its case and slipped it onto the player. Meanwhile Mixtape whistled a merry tune as she prepared herself some hot coco and by request coffee for Tupac. She soon noticed her ears were turning towards her living room where the sound of music was now resonating from. She recognized the beat easy enough but the lyrics were foreign; in fact she was sure they weren’t apart of the song at all, considering it was only an instrumental. Letting her curiosity get the better of her she turned off her burner and trotted out of the kitchen. “Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, sky pager game rules, I'm livin major…” “Tupac!” Mixtape squealed. Tupac looked up from the turntable and towards Mixtape. “What you were doing just now, what was that, I’ve never heard anything like it,” Mixtape questioned, eagerness clear on her face. “We call that hip hop,” he answered with a smirk. “Hip-hop?” Mixtape repeated the word. “I want to hear more of this, can you sing more for me?” “Yeah I could do that,” Tupac said as he nodded. ‘Maybe I’ve still got a purpose after all.’ He mused. Hiatus Hiatus Alright you guys, I didn't wanted to do this because I thought I was going to be able to update this even on a school-week filled bases. But, 10th grade is important to me, and I simply cannot screw this up like I did in Freshmen year. Keep in mind, I did pass all of my classed from the pass year, but just by the skin of my teeth, and I cannot let the same happen this year. The story you are currently reading is going to go on Hiatus, just like the title says. I just told you the first reason why this is true, and here is the second. About a year ago, I started a zombie fic that did well, but I never had the spark to work on it since. Now,since October is just around the corner, I can feel that flame rise as each day passes. I am going to be working on that for that month, and maybe even through December. I don't know how it's all going to go down, but the story itself will be long, and it will face another Hiatus until I get the full story developed. Hopefully it won't be long Hiatus for that story. If you are interested in reading it, then by all means go ahead. I warn you though: The chapters edited poorly. I will find an editor for that story when the time comes. Out Of All The Worlds...is the name of this story. Have fun checking it out! Don't worry, this story and the others will still be worked on, just very slowly. I hope you all understand my feelings towards this pause. Because I am NOT going to spend the rest of my life working at a dead-end job. This same message will be posted on my other stories. Until then, peace out.
Resurrection Resurrection “Today is a dark day for hip-hop,” A news anchor said on channel 5, Fox News. “ Tupac Amuru Shakur, also known as the famous rapper Tupac or, “Makaveli”, has been gundowned in a drive-by shooting at an intersection in Las Vegas, Nevada. He was shot multiple times and is currently taking residence at Southern Nevada University Center.” As soon as news hit of Tupac being shot spread to everyone around the world, millions upon millions began to worry and pray for the underground rapper to make his return, safely and at full health. Many people in the United States came from all around the country and gathered around the hospital, holding candles and singing his songs, wanting him to know that his fans are their for him. People believed he was going to walk out of this, just like he did when he was shot five times before in Manehattan. However, praying and singing his songs was not enough to bring the rapper to his feet. Six days after the shooting, Tupac was proclaimed dead. His death was definitely one of the most shocking events of hip-hop history. However, on the night Tupac died, something happened.... He opened his eyes, finding himself in a room filled with medical equipment, a closed window, and a bed surrounded by curtains. Tupac looked around the room he was in, and realized where he was. “Awe shit, again?” He said with a thug attitude in his voice. He walked around and noticed the large amount of “get well soon” cards and flowers surrounding the curtain shielded bed. He walked up to the bed, and was about to open the curtain until he heard multiple voices singing one of his famous songs, “Changes.” He walked over to the window and moved the curtain, smiling at what he saw. There was at least the whole city outside of the hospital, clapping their hands, waving candles softly in the air, and singing his song “Changes”, from beginning to end. Tupac felt warm as he saw his fans singing one of his songs, and as much as he wanted to open the window and let his fans know that he’s alive and breathing, a beeping noise coming from behind stopped him. Tupac turned around to the bed surrounded by curtains, blocking his view. As he walked closer the bed, he could feel that something just wasn’t right. He slowly moved the curtains out of the way, and what he saw behind said curtains took his breath away. There, in front of him, was his own body. He knew it was his own because of every single detail; his face, his nose ring, his goatee and the tattoo of the word, “Makaveli” was in the exact same spot. There was absolutely no doubt, Tupac was staring at himself. The beeping of the machine began to faint, and soon, all he heard was a flatline. 2pac just stared at his body, motionless, until the door behind him opened. A nurse came into the room, smiling. “Okay Mr. Shakur it’s time for your...DOCTOR!!!” Suddenly, at least three doctors started rushing into the room as Tupac backed away from his body and gritted his teeth. “Come on, doc. Do somethin’.” Another nurse ran into the room, helping the other nurse and the three doctors push his body out of the room, and into the E.R. Tupac followed them, hoping that they were able to do anything. He entered the room and witnessed a surgeon pull out the defibrillator, a device that sends an electrical shock into his heart and throughout the body. Tupac could see the surgeon charge them up as he rubbed them together and placing the device on his chest. “Clear!” The surgeon said, sending 200 watts into his body. Tupac could only stare as the surgeon tried to revive him. “Damn it, 500 watts more, we’re losing him!” The surgeon said as he placed the defibrillators on his chest. “Clear!” Again, nothing. Tupac could see his own body jumping lifelessly from the machine, yet nothing is happening. “Come on, you bastard! You ain’t dying on me! crank up the power, this is the last try...” The surgeon said as he began to charge of the device. Tupac saw the look of the nurses and the doctors, who were unsure of the method. “Dammit, I said do it!” Tupac heard the machine crank into full blast, and could even hear the electrical current coming from it The surgeon placed it on Tupac’s body, and gave it one last try. “CLEAR!” “...That was all we had...I’m sorry, Tupac.” Those were the last words that echoed throughout his head, repeatedly. Tupac could hear footsteps rushing behind him, and though he knew what was about to happen next, he turned around and walked away from seeing his body being placed in the bag. As he walked out of the room, 2pac didn’t bother moving out of the way from the oncoming nurses and doctors, he just went right through them. Now, he really is Ghost. He walked down a long hallway, where on the door of a nearby room, he could see a cross. Tupac couldn’t help but smile. “So this is how I die? Gundowned, and died in a hospital, right? Haha, ain’t that some shit..” 2pac walked away from the cross, still smiling. “So, where to now, God? Do I walk inside Thugz Mansion with my homies sippin’ forties? Or do I go down under?” As he walked down further the long hallway, he stopped by a nearby window that showed the outside, where he can still see his fans. He could also see his change of clothes, even though he doesn’t ever remember changing them. 2pac wore a white bandana, which was tied up across his forehead. He wore a black-T shirt, with regular blue jeans, and some Nike tennis shoes. “My fans really loved me, huh?” He said as he walked by the window, looking away. “Shit, I love you all too.” Then, in front of his own very eyes, the end of the hallway began to shine a bright white, blinding Tupac and forcing him to shield his eyes. That’s when he remembered how when many people die, all they have to is keep walking until they reach their destination. Well, that’s just was he was going to do, keep walking until he reached the light. He was only a few steps away from it, stareing deep into the light. What is beyond that light, he doesn’t know. His time has come, and he must now walk away from the Earth, and enter the land of peace. Before he entered, Tupac took one final deep breath. “You can’t keep a real nigga down.” As he said his final words before leaving Earth, he entered the light, awaiting whatever was on the other side. “Fuck is that smell?” Tupac grumbled tiredly as he placed his hand on his bald head to where he could feel a lingering headache. “Feels like ah nigga whooped mah ass.” Taking in his surroundings, he noticed he was in an alley, propped against a dumpster, to make matters worse, it was raining, dark and he was damned cold. “Hey buddy, you’ll catch your death out here sleeping it off in the rain,” A raspy yet feminine voice called out. Tupac turned his head around towards the voice only to find a dark figure walking on four legs towards him, carting a few trash cans behind it with a wagon. The figure didn’t seem to pay him much mind as it reared up on it hind legs and opened the dumpster he was propped against and emptied its cargo into it. “Besides my boss gets really mad when ponies hang around out here behind his business.” Tupac stared at the creature slack jawed. He’d seen a lot of shit in his lifetime and although dark he knew that whatever had just opened its mouth to speak to him wasn’t another man. Struggling to raise to his feet the creature watched him carefully until he was standing at his full height now towering over it. “Whoa buddy, you’re as big as a minotaur,” it said as it took a step back to get a better look at him. Tupac eyes widened as he took a step back of his own and stumbled into the dumpster. “Hey take it easy buddy, I think you’ve had one too many tonight,” It said as it made to assist him, only to be rewarded with a right hook to the jaw for its trouble. The creature went tumbling backwards and Tupac took that opportunity to sprint away from it. ‘What the fuck was that, is a nigga goin crazy or some shit?’ Tupac thought as he dashed down the alleyway only to slip on the slick wet ground, and crashing hard. “God damn it…” he grumbled while trying to stand back up. “Hey buddy!?” The same voice as before called after him. “I think you really need some help, you’re going to hurt yourself or somepony else!” Tupac ignored the creature and continued to run until he finally reached the exit to where he was met with what he’d never expected to find. A bright city filled with neon lights and bustling streets. One similar to the Vegas strip with one major difference, it was overrun with creatures similar to the one he’d encountered in the alley. Now that he had access to adequate lighting he could make out what they were. Horses by the look of them, tiny little pastel colored horses. He watched them in stunned silence as they dashed to and fro trying to get to their destinations, without getting too soaked in the process. “I’ve finally caught you,” the creature Tupac now identified as a horse spoke up from a short distance behind him. “I’ve got to admit you’re pretty fast for something that runs on two legs, and you’ve got one mean punch to boot,” it said with a chuckle as it rubbed the spot where Tupac’s fist had kissed it. Tupac crooked his neck and stared down at the small horse and scrutinized it carefully. Its coat was a deep purple, and its mane a platinum blonde. “How in the fuck is a horse talking?” Tupac asked bluntly. “A nigga dies and wakes up to this shit, God must be fuckin wit me.” “First off I’d appreciate it if you don’t call me a horse,” the creature said with a narrow brow. “Not that I have anything against them, but I’m a pony. Better yet, call me by name, it’s Mixtape.” Tupac shook his head at the ridiculousness of his situation. “This ain’t my idea of thug heaven, where the fuck are the hoes, homies, blunts and forties?” he muttered. “Thug heaven?” Mixtape echoed, “Fraid I don’t know what that is, but regardless I think you really should get out of the rain.” Mixtape advised. “Especially with you being so…furless, that’s not something I should be concerned about is it?” “No,” Tupac answered dryly as he looked down at his drenched clothing, then back at Mixtape. “And where is a nigga supposed to go?” “Just follow me, I’ll get you dried off,” Mixtape said as she turned on her hooves and started to walk away. Tupac didn’t follow immediately choosing to weigh his options, before realizing he really only had two. Either freeze his balls off in the rain, or take the offer of someone he’d just punched in the face, he chose the latter. “So big guy, you’ve got a name?” Mixtape asked as she looked behind to stare at Tupac. “Or a species for that matter, I’ve never seen anything like you around, and Las Pegasus get’s all kinds of creatures passing through.” Tupac stopped in his tracks. “You bull shitin wit me right, you sayin you ain’t ever seen another nigga around this motherfucker before?” Mixtape stopped as well. “Nope you’re the first nigga I’ve ever seen.” Tupac shook his head “No people, humans, whatever the fuck you want to call em, you ain’t seen none?” Mixtape quirked her brow, “Sorry no, I’m telling you, you’re the first, I mean where did you come from anyway?” “East Harlem, Manhattan” Tupac answered. “Manhattan, you mean Manehattan?” Mixtape corrected. “No I mean Manhattan, like I said.” Tupac snapped back. Mixtape shrugged, “Fine Manhattan, I’ll take your word for it, now can we get out of the rain already, even I’m starting to get cold.” Tupac simply nodded as he removed his shirt to alleviate a bit of the coldness from the wet material. Mixtape couldn’t help but stare at the numerous tattoos, on his chest and arms. “Whoa I’ve never seen so many cutie marks before, how many talents does one pony need?” Tupac followed Mixtape’s eyes to his tattoos before he made the connection. “Only one, being a real nigga.” Author's Note Hope you all enjoy'd this chapter Sonson-Sensei and I worked on. Will there be more, we don't know. We both got fics to work on, and schools starting back up in a month for me. Anyways, look forward to these too busting mad rhymes, because shit just got real in Equestria. Have nice day!
Out of the Rain.“So, what’s your name?” Mixtape said, walking next to the rapper. Mixtape had never seen a creature like him before, and now that she knows he is a human, as he last said, the least she can hope for was finding out his name. “Tupac Amuru Shakur, But you can just call me Tupac.” The bandana wearing human said. While they were walking, all Tupac could think about was what in the hell happened. He remembers the hospital room, seeing his fans standing outside the hospital, and his own lifeless body trying to be revived. Then he remembered walking towards a bright light, then the next thing he knew, he woke up in an alley by a dumpster, and punched a small talking pony in the face. Speaking of a punch the the face, he looked down for a quick second at the pony and noticed a small bruise he left on its chin. ‘Damn, that pony can take a punch.’ Tupac thought to himself. ‘Maybe punching it in the face was a bad move on me.’ As he walked down the sidewalk with Mixtape, he began to feel bad for ever punching the small pony in the face. He looked down at the pony, hesitation to talk. “Look, Mixtape right? I’m sorry that I punched you in the face. I’m just a little confused right now.” 2pac was looking around the city as he said that. Everything about this place reminded him of Las Vegas, what with all the bright, colorful lights, the loud music bangin’ in the nearby clubs he and Mixtape would occasionally walk by, and much more. “I thought heaven would be more, heavenly. Like, with all them angels flyin’ around and shit.” Mixtape looked up at Tupac with a cool expression. “It’s fine, big guy. A mare can take a couple hits, you know? I’ve been through tougher stuff.” “Mare? As in a girl?” Tupac said with a confused expression. Mixtape nodded, and as she did that 2pac felt mad guilt. “I punched a chick in the face. What the hell...” “Hey, cheer up. I told you I’ve been through worse.” Mixtape said as she tried to get Tupac’s mindset back on track. “So, what’s this heaven you keep talking about? Is it a nice place?” “You kiddin’ me? Ya’ll don’t know what heaven is?” Tupac said with such confusion, he didn’t notice the amount of ponies staring at him in shock. Then again, Tupac himself doesn’t know what heaven is, because he’s damn sure heaven wouldn’t look like Vegas. “You know what, don’t worry about it. All you need to know is that I was supposed to be judged up there, but ended up in some little girls dream version of Las Vegas.” “Las Vegas? Tupac, I think you mean Las “Pegasus”.” Mixtape corrected the rapper, but that only caused more problems. “The fuck you mean Las “Pegasus”? Ain’t this Vegas?” He said as he yet again looked at all the bright lights. Though, doubts started to fill his mind. Last time he checked, there were hookers standing at the corners, but all he sees are pony crossgards. “Does this Vegas have a place where you waste all your currency and lose everything?” Mixtape said as they made a right turn down a neighborhood. “Like a casino?” Tupac nodded. “Yea?” “Well then, welcome to Las Pegasus.” Tupac was now even more confused, but he kept a calm expression. However, there is no way in hell that this is Heaven. This place resembled Vegas too much to be the holy place. But, he had to make sure. “By any chance,” He said, stopping in his tracks. Mixtape stopped as well, a bit annoyed since it’s raining and all. “Does this place have a nickname?” “Well yea, of course it does.” Mixtape said as she began walking again. “Why do you ask?” “I just need to know, ight? Is this placed nicknamed...Sin City?” The bald rapper said as he began his pace back up to Mixtaped speed. “Yea. How’d you know?” Mixtape said as she looked up at the shirtless human. Tupac shook his head disapprovingly, sighing. “Damn. I knew this wasn’t Heaven.” “There goes that word again.” Mixtape said as she looked at 2pac. “Why do you want to go there so badly?” “I don’t. I mean, I didn’t. I died, and I was suppose to be judged there.” He said as twisted his shirt, releasing all the soaked up water. He decided to put the shirt back on. Even though it was cold, he didn’t want anybody asking about his tatoos. The place was too innocent to know what they meant. “Really? You don’t look dead, you look alive to me.” Mixtape said, chuckling. “Well, we’re close to my place. But, I don’t think I have what you're wearing. What are you wearing, by the way?” “A shirt, pants, and shoes. They keep me warm, since I don’t have no fur.” 2pac left out his undergarments, because ain’t nobody want to know what underwear a guy’s wearing. “On a real note, you really gonna let me in yo house? Won’t anybody-” “Pony-” “Whateva, worry about you? Cause I know my block would be suspicious if they saw some guy they didn’t know walk into a resident's house.” Mixtape let loose a chuckle, which caused a questioning look from Tupac. “What’s so funny?” “You needn’t worry about it, Tupac. The ponies that live on my block will be cool with it. Besides, it’s night time, now come on.” Tupac stopped for a second and stared at the mare walking away. He couldn't believe it. A talking pony is taking him home, and allowing him to stay there after punching her in the face. He knew he had to make it up to here one day, he’ll make sure of that. He caught up to the purple pony and patted her head. “Yo Mixtape?” “Yea, Tupac?” “You real, you know?” Tupac smiled at the pony, but it was now Mixtapes turn to be confused. “That’s a compliment, right?” “Yea.” “Oh. Well, you real too, Tupac.” She said, smiling. “Ight, well let’s go. inside, we’re already here.” Tupac looked up at the two-flat apartment building they’d stopped at. It was a moderate looking building, something suitable for a middle income family. “It’s not the prettiest thing on the block, but its home,” Mixtape said with a large toothy grin as she made her way up the stairs followed slowly by Tupac. Stopping at the door her horn became shrouded in a thin veil of silver light as did the door knob. Tupac watched in confusion as the door lock made a few clinks before the door itself flung open. “And what the hell was that?” Tupac asked while taking a step back from Mixtape and staring at her cautiously. Mixtape raised an eyebrow, “What was what?” she returned innocently. Tupac shook his head in disbelief. “The glowing horn, opening the door and not even touching it, that’s what.” Mixtape chuckled. “Jeez, you act like you’ve never seen magic before, it’s really nothing special.” Tupac didn’t respond but simply stared at Mixtape, then back at the open door. “I don’t believe it, you haven’t, but how?” Mixtape asked her mouth slightly hanging agape. “Magic is everywhere; you’d have to have been living under a rock to never have seen it.” “I’ve seen magic tricks, people wit cards trying to pull shit, nothing like that,” Tupac reasoned as he slowly stepped towards Mixtape and placed his hand on her horn. Mixtape giggled. “What are you trying to do?” “To see if I could feel it,” Tupac answered bluntly. “If you want to know what magic feels like then let’s try this,” Mixtape suggested as her horn yet again became shrouded in the same silvery light. “Since we’re out of the rain, I can try this spell,” she finished as Tupac himself became encased in a shroud of the same silvery magic as Mixtape’s horn. “Hold on ah minute,” Tupac argued as he tried to use his hands to physically pull off the silvery veil around him “Calm down you big baby,” Mixtape said as she stuck out her tongue in concentration. “I need to focus or I might burn you.” Tupac stopped his struggling as he felt a warm sensation surround his body before it was replaced by an unpleasant amount of heat that lasted for a brief moment. Mixtape let out a sigh as her horn lost its shimmer and the veil around Tupac disappeared. “What did you…?” Tupac paused as he took notice of how warm his clothes now were. Taking a moment to feel himself up, he was surprised to find that his clothes were as dry as if they had just come out of the dryer. “There, can’t have you trailing rainwater into my house can I?” Mixtape said with a satisfied grin. ‘Just what is this place?’ Tupac thought to himself. ‘Friendly as all hell, talkin horses wit magic, I need a drink.’ “Hey big guy are you coming inside or do you like my porch that much?” Mixtape teased from her position in the doorway. Tupac shook his head to bring himself from his momentary stupor. “Chill I’m comin,” he said as he walked in after Mixtape. Mixtape hit a light switch after they’d entered, illuminating her modest sized living room. “Make yourself at home, while I’ll go put on some hot coco, or would you rather have coffee?” “Why are you doing this?” Tupac asked as he struggled to makes sense of the kindness or naivety of the pony that seemed bent on helping him. Mixtape tilted her head in confusion. “Doing what?” “All of this,” Tupac answered. “In my hood you don’t just pull a nigga off the street and invite him into your home and offer him coffee. That’s the attitude of a child.” Mixtape frowned. “Since when was helping somepony considered childish?” “It’s childish cause you ain’t even thinkin about the consequences of letting some random in your crib,” Tupac explained. “What if I wasn’t right in the head and wanted to be beat you, or kill you or some shit?” Mixtape placed a hoof under her chin as though she were thinking hard about the matter. “Are you going to do any of that?” “No” Tupac answered dryly. Mixtape smiled, “Then that’s good enough for me.” Tupac sighed “No you don’t get it…” “No I do get it,” Mixtape cut Tupac off. “You think I should be cautious and that’s fair to say, but in that alley I saw it in your eyes” “Saw what?” “The fear, confusion but most importantly the lack of malice,” Mixtape explained. “We ponies can be very perceptive to the feelings of those around us. It was easy enough for me to tell, you have no real desire to hurt me. Besides I suppose helping those in need is just a part of how I was raised. Now like I asked before, coco or coffee?” Tupac rubbed his temples. “Coffee then,” he answered while walking over to a nearby couch and crashing down on to it. Surprisingly enough the couch was more than big enough to accommodate from Tupac’s entire frame. “And my mother said buying a couch that big was a waste of money,” Mixtape commented before turning on her hooves and exiting the living room. Tupac watched her go from the corner of his eye before he allowed his mind to once again wonder. ‘So what’ next?’ He thought. “Do I try to pick up the pieces, start fresh? Can I even make it in this place?” Tupac mused as something caught his attention. Sitting in the corner of Mixtapes living room was a very old but still functioning looking turntable. Tupac quirked a brow at the antique. ‘Her name is Mixtape,’ he mused as he stood up and walked over towards it. Looking at the side of it, he found a large amount of vinyl’s nestled between the sides of the turntable. Grabbing one of the vinyl’s he looked at the cover. A random pony, nothing he could really make heads or tails of. Shrugging he pulled the vinyl out of its case and slipped it onto the player. Meanwhile Mixtape whistled a merry tune as she prepared herself some hot coco and by request coffee for Tupac. She soon noticed her ears were turning towards her living room where the sound of music was now resonating from. She recognized the beat easy enough but the lyrics were foreign; in fact she was sure they weren’t apart of the song at all, considering it was only an instrumental. Letting her curiosity get the better of her she turned off her burner and trotted out of the kitchen. “Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof before I was a teenager, mobile phone, sky pager game rules, I'm livin major…” “Tupac!” Mixtape squealed. Tupac looked up from the turntable and towards Mixtape. “What you were doing just now, what was that, I’ve never heard anything like it,” Mixtape questioned, eagerness clear on her face. “We call that hip hop,” he answered with a smirk. “Hip-hop?” Mixtape repeated the word. “I want to hear more of this, can you sing more for me?” “Yeah I could do that,” Tupac said as he nodded. ‘Maybe I’ve still got a purpose after all.’ He mused.
Hiatus Hiatus Alright you guys, I didn't wanted to do this because I thought I was going to be able to update this even on a school-week filled bases. But, 10th grade is important to me, and I simply cannot screw this up like I did in Freshmen year. Keep in mind, I did pass all of my classed from the pass year, but just by the skin of my teeth, and I cannot let the same happen this year. The story you are currently reading is going to go on Hiatus, just like the title says. I just told you the first reason why this is true, and here is the second. About a year ago, I started a zombie fic that did well, but I never had the spark to work on it since. Now,since October is just around the corner, I can feel that flame rise as each day passes. I am going to be working on that for that month, and maybe even through December. I don't know how it's all going to go down, but the story itself will be long, and it will face another Hiatus until I get the full story developed. Hopefully it won't be long Hiatus for that story. If you are interested in reading it, then by all means go ahead. I warn you though: The chapters edited poorly. I will find an editor for that story when the time comes. Out Of All The Worlds...is the name of this story. Have fun checking it out! Don't worry, this story and the others will still be worked on, just very slowly. I hope you all understand my feelings towards this pause. Because I am NOT going to spend the rest of my life working at a dead-end job. This same message will be posted on my other stories. Until then, peace out.
