The Crisis

2

Pain.

Pain was the only thing I could feel as I first came out of my state of unconsciousness. It felt like my leg's muscles were trying to tear themselves apart, I couldn't even get them to move an inch as my brain started sending messages to my body to panic. With each thunderous beat of my heart, my torso seemed to spasm with pain to the beat. I could barely hear the thumping of my heart, the only thing coming from my ears being a unfamiliar buzzing sound. I couldn't even feel my horn, or the area around it. I wanted to cringe, yell, cry, just anything- but the pain...

Wait a second.

There was something unusually heavy about my chest. Each heartbeat, I could feel something slightly move on my chest, not in-sync with the rest of my body's motion. I opened my eyes a bit, even a small task like that straining me as I tried to get a good look of whatever happened to by on my chest. I could only make out something large, it was grey with something green going down to it's backside. I craned my neck, noticing something turning at the end of the object. It was round-ish, a couple of dots and markings covering it.

It was a head, and it was turning towards me.

My body reeled in pain as I tried my hardest to move this thing off of me. I finally managed to move my forelegs, putting the two shaking limbs against the object. I pushed, sending a wave of nausea to my head, and unthinkable pain through my forelegs. I got whatever it was to roll over, only being on top of my hind leg's hoofs now. I twisted my chest, planting my hoofs  on the ground and pulling as hard as I could. The nausea was increasing, and my insides were now on fire. I managed to pull my self a few inches forward, at least getting my hoofs out from under the thing.

I stopped, the pain in my torso increasing as I was forced to lurch downward. My grip started to fail, my hoofs instinctively wrapping around my stomach as I felt something almost blasting itself up my neck. Yesterday's breakfast winded up on the ground next to me, the smell forcing itself up my nostrils. Whatever eyesight I had before was gone, I was only greeted by a mix of unknown shapes and colors.

I let my head fall to the ground, closing my eyes. I wanted the pain to stop, I wanted it to awake in my bed, laughing about this silly nightmare. The buzz from my ears died down as my already weak breathing slowed. I was praying to whoever would listen, let me wake from this.

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I once again had the 'pleasure' of waking up again, this time not feeling as much pain. This time the buzzing sound was replaced with a squishing and dragging sound of some kind, it made me cringe. I wanted the buzzing back. I moved my stiff front legs, planting them on the ground and pushing the top-half of my body up. I forced my open, this time my vision fresh and clear.

I was watching a mare, shoving it's face into a smaller pony's stomach. The mare had it's legs on both sides of the smaller one's stomach, supporting itself as it ate. The smaller pony had a lifeless look on it's face, it's grey fur damped with blood. I wanted to vomit again.

I was unable to take my eyes off it, but I wanted too, so badly. I began backing up, eyes still locked on to the pony. Then it turned to me. Two empty eyes started at mine, only black pinpricks in the middle of a white void. 'Her' jaw was slightly bent, and she had little fur left. It moved it's hoofs to the ground in front of the poor meal, pulling it's self towards me. I looked down, regretting I did as I saw the pony had no legs. Only some of it's intestine dragged behind as it moved closer, leaving a trail of blood.

I have to get out of here.

I twisted my torso, using my forelegs to push myself up, and my hind legs coming in to place. I was going to run out of here, anywhere but here would be good right about now. I started off at a sprint... Only taking about three steps before a strong have of nausea hit me like a club to the face. I hit the ground hard, sliding about a foot before coming to a complete stop. I heard the half-monster getting closer, I looked over my shoulder to see it was about two or three feet away from me.

Use your magic, throw it across the room.

I gritted my teeth, focusing on the pony, getting ready to lift it up and throw it as hard as I could. I was almost about to focus an aura around it when my horn came back to life, deciding it would be funny to send a jolt of pain through my head. My magic fizzled out, but the pony was still getting closer. Only about a foot now.

What's going on with my horn!? Not the time for it! I started to scramble my way back once again, the pony almost reaching my leg. I looked around for anything, something or somepony that could help me. I found something, half of a wooden baseball bat. The handle part was still there, but the other part was missing, instead, the middle of it had large splinters stuck out of the wood, almost like spikes.

I didn't dare to check how close the mare was now, only focusing on the broken bat. I started to crawl over to it, an adrenaline rush letting me momentarily forget about the shape I was in. I was almost there, now. So close. I could almost feel the mare's breath against my leg, but I couldn't stop. I had to get the bat.

Yes!

The bat was within reach, I was there. I grabbed the handle of the bat, almost smiling at the feel of harsh wooden texture. I turned to see that the mare was now only an inch behind me, starting to grab my hind leg. She opened her mouth, revealing crooked green teeth, sharp and jagged to the point. Just do it. I turned over to my side, swinging the bat at the mare's jaw. It hit, tearing flesh, fur, and bone away from her face. There was nothing connecting the right side of the jaw to it's face anymore, making it hang limply from the right side. The mare reared back, letting out a wet gurgling sound. It still wasn't done.

I readied for another swing, surprised that the last one didn't seem to slow it down at all. The mare started moving up faster this time, getting to my lower-torso before I swung again. Bits of blood were sent across my face is the tip of the bat hit the eye, the splinters stabbing through it. The mare went berserk, flailing her head and arms around. I pushed her off of me, heart still pounding.

No time to stay here, I need to get out.

Not wanting to risk going through another nausea attack, I opted to just crawl and find the nearest pony. Unless they were like that one, but that's impossible. That one wasn't right. I once again found myself crawling, looking around for anypony. I would often have to take short breaks due to my muscles seizing up, or random pain or nausea attacks.

As the sound of the screaming mare became faint, I actually took a look around. It looked like I was on the hallway headed toward the lunchroom, no idea how I got here. I should've taken a look while I had the chance, I guess I was too busy with other things at the time. I reached the lunch room doors, my underside covered in dust from the crawling. I steadied myself with my right hoof, using the left one to push the doors open.

Or- I tried to push the doors open. They were locked. I slumped down, setting myself against the wall. I was tired, beat-down, and a nap sounded like a good idea right about now. The last bit of adrenaline was wearing off, and my pushed-aside emotions decided to re-introduce themselves.

Crying isn't going to do anything good for you right now.

Yeah, just have to find my parents, that's all. I'll be fine then.

Another growl. I quickly turned my head to the hallway I just came from, had the mare followed me? There was no sight of her, though, where was she? The growl repeated, only this time more aggravated. I turned to the other hallway connected to this one, to see another monster.

A stallion, a huge one. It was about thirty feet away, and from what I could tell, it was an earth pony. It had dark brown skin, with a black, messed up mane. This one, unlike the last, actually had most of it's body.

It snarled.

It was getting ready to charge.