Rocket to the Stars(comment driven story)by DonShineChaptersA Stranger......In Stranger LandsSticks and Stones, May Break my Bones...A Stranger...Rocket to the StarsA Stranger... Your name is Dave, Dave Baker. You are an average guy in collage. You work at the same job you have since high school and now go to SLCC(Salt Lake Community College in Utah, United States). You are going there to get your generals out of the way before you tackle the big leagues. You really want to go into a field of rocket science, due to your friends and family referring to you as 'their little astronaut', and, after some extensive research, you found tons of options. There are many fields pertaining to rockets and space, ranging from aerodynamic engineers, propulsion technicians, programmers, and all sorts of careers categorized under the same field. But none of them seem to fit what you really want. So you decided to settle with your backup plan of becoming a movie director. Which, by the way, is not as easy as it sounds. You have to check on every member of the cast and make sure they are doing exactly what they are supposed to do, hire the actors that will play one of the fifty parts that need to be filled, schedule everything, and meet the deadlines of your producers. Not to easy, isn't it. The reasoning for making such a drastic field change was that both fields fit your true wants. You wanted more then any possession, more then any amount of money, more then any title to see and experience new worlds, and share that knowledge with others. Places that were unfathomable to the human mind and were so out there, that if you wrote a book about what you saw, it would undoubtedly be declared fiction. Little did Dave know, his wish, was just a moment behind his closed eyes. You(Dave) sat at your computer in your single bedroom apartment. You have been working hard on an exam paper for the last two weeks, dedicating yourself to discovering the many workings of an average cast and set in a film crew. You haven't slept in roughly forty seven hours, pushing yourself to finish this paper while maintaining your work and social life. Yes, a dedicated student like yourself has a social life, but that isn't important now. The last five hours have been very hard, and twelve cups of coffee latter, you are about to finish what seems is your life's work. It was agonizing, but you are on the home stretch and almost at base. It is probably three am, you don't really know, having not checked in the last few hours. Also, note to self, go to Walmart and get another bag of coffee. "And - that - should - Do it!" You state with much enthusiasm, "Finally, finished with that damned exam paper. That was hard. But nothing Rocket Man could handle!" Yes, you have a very lame nick-name, but at least it isn't what it was in junior high. You don't even know why they called you dorkzilla. You don't even remotely look like a hundred foot reptilian monster from the Jurassic era. Anyways, you check the clock to find the time is 3:28am and decide it is about time to hit the hay. But before you node off, you take another moment to revel in the sensation of a accomplished piece of work. So much time and effort you put into this one paper. It is a combination of blood, sweet, and tears, all held by the tight confinements of a metal cage. Weeks you spent working on this paper, all to pass a course in school. A paper that will be regrettably discarded amongest a large pile of papers belonging to the other sixty students in the class. It saddens you to know that one of the hardest papers you have ever done, one that you spent a load of your time on and worried endlessly about, will be just as grand in scale as a students who only spent a couple of days on it. The paper now held by your computer is just another thing to forget. A few years, maybe even months, after you turn this in, you will not even remember the Title. It may as well be a figment of your imagination for all its worth. No one will ever truly appreciate the effort you put into this. Well, guess that is the life of a student. Anyways, finding yourself alone in your room again, exhausted, you decide to stop wasting time and get to bed already.You lay on your messy bed after kicking the dirty cloths off of it. You really did appreciate the decision to buy the mattress with extra softness. It really made you.... Within moments of laying on your bed, you fall into a deep sleep. HOURS LATER A soft breeze tickles you ears as it drifts along the stale morning air. The soothing sensation of the wind brings the sound of distant birds chirping in the sky and animals going about there business. The breeze also brings the soft sent of pine and oak that turns the stagnate air into a fragrant concoction of serenity... This is all wrong. Your room doesn't smell like some sort of hippies place. Where was the smell of old pizza, moldy cheese, and unwashed cloths. You don't even own an air freshener, not even something to filter the air in your room. Plus it was one of the best ways for you to wake up in the morning. No, trash wasn't a good thing to smell when you wake up, and the smell of your room, no matter how filthy it was, didn't smell like trash. It smelt of progress. Why and how did your room smell like a fabreeze can? Something lands on your nose, making you jump and snap your eyes open. Upon opening your eyes, you see a brown and yellow leaf resting on your nose. Behind it was a hypnotically blue sky, that brings you to the revolution of the only option that made any sense. You have somehow been dragged out of your bed and into the meadow of some field of wheat. The sun hung high above in the sky with only a few clouds drifting on the edges of the horizon.Beneath you was lightly flattened wheat that was soft, but not as soft as your bed. "Ok," you speak aloud, "Ha ha, Johnny, great prank, taking me to some field I don't know." Johnny was your room mate and oldest friend. He loved to pull pranks on you when you were asleep. He once went as far to pick you up off your bed and put you in an empty tub. He then proceeded to turn on the shower and watch you squirm. But he wasn't all bad. He was always the first one who would loan you money and help you if you lost something. This, however, was something else. "I really am impressed," You admired aloud, "Not only did you move me in my sleep without disturbing me, you also were able to move me all the way out to the wilderness. commendable effort I admit, but the games are over." There was no response from your friendly prankster, Probably cause he was waiting for you to believe something weird had happened. He might also be recording you on his pranksters cam, relishing in your absolute bewilderment. That is, if you weren't annoyed to hell right now. He very well new that the term was coming to an end, and you have been working on your exam paper for over a few weeks now. "Come on out," You said, slight annoyance registering in your voice, "lets go home, I have an exam paper to turn in." minutes passed and nothing came anywhere that suggested he was hiding. No snickering behind bushes, no dodging you when you look; absolutely no movement besides that of nature. In fact, it seemed he wasn't even within hearing distance. Why would he go to such a distance that he wouldn't hear your discomfort in the situation? He would never just leave you, he may be a prankster, but he isn't that kind of guy. He also wouldn't be far enough away that he couldn't hear you freak. Unless... He wasn't responsible for your being here. But that couldn't be true; no one but him would get a kick out of you but him. "seriously dude, this isn't funny anymore. Lets go home right-" "HEY!! GET OVER HERE YOU!!" Yelled an annoyed voice that had a hint of poise to it. After you jumped by the sudden change from absolute quiet to ear pounding yell, you almost let out a sigh of relief that someone was out here, and you were not alone. But you wouldn't let whoever brought you here, friend or foe, see you be relieved. That would lead to them thinking you had weakness. Which your dad would kill you if you even dared show weakness. The Irony is, you ended up gasping even if you tried to hold it in. What you saw would make anyone gasp and probably run for the hills. Looking towards the direction of the voice, which was strangely upwards, was a purple Pegasus - no, unicorn - no, both, descending to you in a full nose dive. Her eyes were filled with confusion, sadness, lust, and most importantly, rage. The smile on her face looked like one that a dog would have if he found a new toy to rip into. A thought that made you afraid... very afraid. What Do You Do? ...In Stranger LandsChapter 2...In Stranger Lands (There may be some errors near the end, due to me making it quick. If you find an error please let me know. Thank you.) Juke to the left I vote that we dodge the horny (get it?) Alicorn Crash dive crash dive! Thinking mainly on instinct, you dive roll to your left, trying your best to get out of the path of the purple pegacorn, you decide to call it. Your jump has you soaring in the air for about six feet until you land in a dive roll, twisting your foot in the process. The place where you were standing less than a second ago is impacted by the violent violet missile, causing a crater that spans eight feet in diameter and has a depth of at least a foot. It stands up from the impact, trying to shake what was most likely the effects the impact had on its head. Also it didn’t seem to sustain much damage in its legs from that crash either. Something that should be impossible from the height it was descending and the speed of which it did so. But hey, this is a purple talking pegacorn, nothing logical is to be expected. When you manage to regain yourself into a sitting position, you mentally kick yourself for actually hurting your foot with that stunt. How did that even happen? you have watched many dive rolls and even tried it once or twice before, but never did you actually injure something. That, however, didn’t stop you from missing a step in analyze the situation. Now that you were within immediate proximity of the pegacorn, you notice some subtle details that you weren’t able to see before. It has a horn, wings, and is purple, that much is fairly obvious, but what you now see gives you some more depth into the state of the purple pony. Like the way it’s left front hoof isn’t firmly planted on the ground, implying that it is injured. This could have been caused by the way it just crashed into the ground, but other details suggest that that isn’t the case. She seems to have a scar on her side and there is possible bruising everywhere on her body. All of which seem to be in the middle process of healing, which could mean they are from something other than the crash. It also appears to be a she, do to the vaguely feminine details of it’s/ or her face. Then you do a double take when you notice the star tattoo on her flank. You know of branding on farm animals, but, for one, this was a tattoo, and it was way too perfect to have been done by hand. Plus the fact it was done on both sides of her flanks means either it was machine printed, or some kind of natural growth. That would be cool, growing tattoos. It is something you are going to look into when you get back home. Also the fact that you are able to see all these things is kinda scaring you. Never in your life have you been able to see so many details in the span of a few seconds. It is almost like this isn't you seeing the pegacorn. In fact, it feels as if your sight is being sent through some kind of filter. One that increases the noticeability of small and almost insignificant details. Those details, when put together, give much more information about the subject that is being observed then they are able and willing to tell. This will have to be looked into later though, the situation at hand calls for no distractions. After regaining drifted focus, you turn your attention back to the pegacorn. She seems to have cleared her head and is now staring at you with a dark glare. The air around the two of you becomes tight and unforgiving as you are assaulted by the creatures eyes. You focus solely on the eyes of the pegacorn, stunned by fear and anxious for what is going to happen. The possibly deranged mare leaps towards you with a strong bat of her wings. Within a moment she closed the distance between the two of you, and delivers a swift punch/ kick (you have no Idea what to call it) with it’s forelegs, sending you flying for a couple of yards. Instantly the air is knocked out of your chest, and you find yourself gasping for breath on the ground. The creature that is assaulting you is strong, you can tell. With just a simple push you were sent flying. Calculating the speed or not, it was able to knock you down with a simple movement. It was almost like she flexed, and you were thrown away by the movement of air. Kinda like that one episode of Dragon Ball Z where Goku blew away the ginyu force without even trying. She also is fast, very fast. It was able to close eight feet within the time it took you to blink. It makes you wonder how you were able to dodge her from the start. Let alone how such speed is possible for something so small. You really don’t know what to expect from this mysterious, thing. As you lay on your back, eyes half closed, gasping for breath, you stare at the dazzling blue sky, trying to regain your ability to breath. You can’t help but feel this may be your last moments alive. Pity you are struggling for each breath. As you are thinking, you notice a shadowy figure come across your vision. It stays there for some time, just dwelling across your blurry sight. Then you feel some pressure on your shoulders and thighs, like something is pressing down on you, possibly restraining your limbs so that they won’t move while someone does something to you. You snap your eyes open and see a set of amethyst eyes staring back at you. Those lavender eyes were paired with a sinister smile and a wicked gleam. A look that was twisted by a variety of emotions and an intensity that would make an inferno equivalent to snow. As you look into her eyes, you can't help but think about a famous saying, ‘The eyes are the gateway to the soul’. If this saying was at all true, then you can't see anything in the eyes of this thing. grab a nearby rock when it misses us, then smash it's skull in like an egg with said rock. You are laying in a field of dried wheat, there is a very low possibility that you will find a sizeable rock within its fertile soil. Let alone when you can’t stand up, this thing is heavy! It was a good thought though, and would really be helpful if you can find one. Also, this brings up the fact that you have not a single weapon on you. If this thing is going to try and kill/rape/whatever it is going to do, you want to be armed. use your inner captain and… FALCON PUNCH!! Quick, punch the approaching hostile She begins to lower her head, attempting to touch you with its horn. You have had enough of this. It has shown that it can outmatch you on speed and strength. But not, however, in surprise. You ball up your hand into the tightest fist you could manage, and strike the thing on the side of its head, right on the temple. Instantly it roars out a cry of pain and brings its front hooves to its bruised temple, giving you enough time to strike its horn. The thing goes limp for a moment when you hit its horn, possibly meaning that that spot has a large amount of nerves. Should remember that in case you get close to it again. The limp pegacorn is easily pushed off of you, and was still limp whilst moving it. Now that it is off of you, you stand up and get ready to run when you take another look at the thing. Surprisingly it doesn't look menacing when it is not trying to kill you, it actually looks kinda cute. Even though you would love to dwell on this thought, the limp pegacorn begins to twitch and growl. Seeing the moment to leave, you run towards a tree line that appears to be an apple orchard. It might take a few minutes to reach do to this dried wheat in your way. But you can't really think about when your ears are bleeding with the sound of that things roar again. Funny how you only made it twenty feet before she got back up. Thought it would be much less. The sound makes you turn abruptly and see the incoming pegacorn before she strikes, giving you enough time to make a move. If you manage to dodge that thing, there is only one thing to do afterwards. LEROY JENKINS! when it charges, catch its head like a football, grab the horn for leverage, and hammer throw it as far as physically possible!!! Without a single moment of hesitation, your instincts kick into full gear. You raise your right hand and arm towards the pegacorn, bending it at the elbow to prevent any damage to the arm itself. Your legs spread, and bend at the knee, to optimize the most amount of stability as they can, while your left arm presses against your side. The left hand lifts to just the right position for a quick, springged strike. Your eyes fill with determination and fire, the same kind of fire most anime, game, and comic book characters have when faced with a tough opponent. Now there is a tough opponent right in front of you, boiling with rage. Everything you are doing just seems fitting. The lavender pegacorn flies straight as an arrow, right towards your right hand. You sidestep turn left and grasp its horn with your open hand. The pegacorn is instantly hit with an overdose of nervous sensations, as your right hand tightens around the horn, and your left springs out and grabs its right wing. Moving with its already built up momentum, you spin the pegacorn around, keeping your left foot planted on the ground. Then at the peak of your spin, you let go of her horn and wing, tossing it like an Olympic hammer, causing it to spin out of control in the air. There is also a distinct crack as you believe you broke its right wing. The throw ends up spinning you in place for a single rotation before you manage to stop yourself. Even after doing and seeing the results of your move, you can’t believe that it did in fact just happen. How it happened was simple logic, yes, but it happened so fast, you couldn't even recognize it until it happened. One second the pegacorn was coming at you with rage, and desire, the next she is hurtling away from you as fast as she came, spinning out of control. It was just a reaction, but for some reason it felt like something more. Like your instinct is going through some kind of filter, almost the same as the other, only more physical than mental. Something has most certainly happened to you, and it will need to be look into after you have some time to breath. RUN LIKE F***ING HELL then RUN! I think we can all agree if everything we say fails he should still run like hell David wets himself and runs like a coward Now, however, is not the time to think. Now is the time to run, run like all hell is chasing you, which, with all things considering, is practically the case. Thinking can come later. So you turn back towards the tree line in the north west, and continue your sprint. The grove of trees seems to be about two hundred to three hundred yards away, if you are lucky. Which means, with any luck, you can make it to the trees before that thing regains its ability to pursue you. Then when you are surrounded by all those trees, there is a possibility that the violet pegacorn won't be able to get a sure shot at you. It is the best option you have right now, besides trying to outsmart the pegacorn, which might not go down too well. So you bolt off towards the trees, hopefully faster than your pursuer can reach you after you amazingly threw it. Every step you take is as large as you can make it without falling, and keeping your speed through this thick foliage. You try to ignore the various tall stalks that hit you in the face as you run, but when you are trying to keep a destination in your sight, things hitting your face every second can make anything very annoying. “HEY B**CH!” Yelled the purple pegacorn as it closed in on you. You were just about fifty yards from the tree line when the monster chasing you yells with all its fury. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to force you to stop, but the distance of which it yelled was. As you turn around, you see the injured pegacorn just 27 yards away from you, and gaining. Even at a dead sprint, she is able to catch up to you with a broken wing. Talk about will power. Now she is close to you, and will catch you before you can make it to the tree line. You need something to stop, or stunt her approach towards you. Throw a random sandwich you keep in your pocket at it Do anything you can to distract it, like throwing dirt at it etc. That’s it! You need something that will buy you enough time to outrun this thing, a distraction of some sort. But what could you use? The stalks won't do really anything, and the ground is to fertile to be used as a dust screen or a mud pie. Also it has to be something you can grab and use on the run. What you need is something that will stun and disable it. Something that will leave a bad taste in its mouth… “OH HELL YA!!” You yell out as you remember what you had been doing the past two days. Before, at your apartment, whenever you would go into a studying binge, you would do things absentmindedly. Stuff like, accidentally knocking over a night stand, putting your clothes on backwards, forgetting to wear pants, and even stuff food into your pockets for later. Well, more like to throw away later. You never really ate what you put in your pockets. That strange habit developed in middle school, and it somehow has stuck with you over the years. Johnny called it hot pockets syndrome, whatever that means. For once in your life, after all the clothes you had to clean, throw away, and barf you would spew when you smelled whatever was in your pocket, that weird habit now has some use. Quickly, as you sprint, you dig your hand into your pocket, trying to ignoring the gooeyness of your saved meal. It felt like a PB and J, but for some reason you doubted that you would eat/store a hot PB and J in your pocket. Unless it was warmed from your body heat, then that would explain why it felt like a steamy sliced tomato. Trying to resist the urge to puke, you pull the mystery hot pocket out into the open air. The smell alone would kill a fly, and could easily stun the pegacorn. A look tells you that it is not a sandwich, but a full slice of steaming pepperoni pizza, adorned with green and white spots that could only be mold. This will definitely stop that thing in its tracks. As you run for your life, you turn around mid sprint, and start to sprint at a slower pace backwards to see how far away the pegacorn is from you. She seems to be within twenty yards from you and approaching fast. Aiming towards the enraged lavender pony, you get ready to chuck the moldy slice of pizza. You would have thrown it right then, but the part of your brain that is filtering your eyes sees a better opportunity than blindly throwing it at a long distance. Looking at the mare again, you notice that she is panting very hard, and is wavering in her flight due to the injury in her right wing. Most likely because of the bone you broke in it. This explains why she hasn’t gotten to you yet, and why you were able to run this far. As a result of her hard work trying to flap through some possible pain, her mouth occasionally opens to help gather air. Aka The perfect target for this rotten piece of food. Re-judging your aim and the time it will take for your target to get within optimal distance, you stop in your tracks and toss the slice of pizza. It soars in the air for less then a second, before a purple flying pony engulfs the entire thing in one inhale. In the very next moment the pegacorn stops dead in her tracks, hacking, and coughing, trying its best to be rid of the foreign object that is now lodged in its throat. You don’t stop though and watch it gag, you just run, run as far from it as you can into the forest, which you have now made it to. Not another thought went through your head that didn’t contain run in it. You ran for what felt like miles without a single sighting of the deranged animal that was trying to kill you. Good thing to, cause as soon as you stopped to take a breather, you promptly paint the side of a tree , some of the grass, and some poor squirrel, a new shade of green. After you spilled your cookies, you collapse onto the grassy ground, gasping for breath. Even though there is shade from the many apple trees around you, they did little to cool your boiling blood, and beating heart. You feel like you just became the victim of a bombing, there is even that ringing going on in your ears. All these sensations are very distinct, and bring back memories of gym. Reminds you how much you hated gym. Also the time you kicked the teacher in the gut. Very rowdy kid you were. Laying on the soft grass, Gazing past the tree canopy at the sky, you can’t help to think about all the things that have happened in the last hour and a half. You woke up in a field of wheat, were attacked by a crazy half breed, almost died to it, discovered a part of you that filters your senses, did and saw things that you never thought you could, and ran at a full sprint for freaking miles before falling with exhaustion. Can someone say Olympic medal or what? The thought makes you laugh, and fall into a coughing fit. But now you are alone in a forest of apple trees, gasping for breath like a sailor in the desert. Nothing to do but think about what to do next. The logical step would be to find some kind of civilization, and get help. But right now you are really hungry and thirsty after running like that for that long. Also at one point you may have pissed yourself, and now need to clean/change your pants. Provided you can find a new pair and/or a river. First things first though, you need some water and food. What better place to be then a apple orchard to fulfill those needs? After you steady your heart, and breathing, you get onto your knees to check over yourself. Other than some soreness in your legs and chest, you seem to have come out of that uninjured. A feet that also seems impossible, but has happened like so many other things today that should be impossible, or are very unlikely. But hey, you aren’t complaining. As soon as you determine you are well enough to stand, you do so, and reach into the tree for a couple of apples. You grab a couple really juicy ones and much down on them greedily, not caring at all for cleanliness. All that matters then is eating and drinking, which by the juiciness of the apples, was done at the same time. On you gorged yourself, apple after apple, until you at a dozen. You did miss breakfast, so you aren’t unjustified to eat a ton of someone’s crop, right? A dozen apple’s down, a full stomach, and happy head later, you decide to check your supplies. On you at the present is, a pair of socks, one slipper that didn’t fall off during your run, your pants, and a pink floyd t-shirt. That was just what was on the outside. Inside you have, a couple of pencils, your wallet covered in days old cheese, yuck, and your cell phone. You would count your underwear, but you’ll have to change them in the near future. Plus they are very itchy when soaked in piss. Get your phone call chuck Norris (you met him by being a director) and order an assault on the purple thing You are a director in training, and haven’t even meet the student actors yet. You only have been there for one term. Also you never meet Chuck Norris, which would have been awesome if you did, but sadly, that hasn’t happened Yet. Not to mention that you don’t really believe that all the things they say about him really happened. The best he could probably do would tell you you're crazy or ask if you called the cops yet. But now that you mention that you could call him if you knew him, which sadly you don’t, you can still call someone that could help. Maybe you could even call the police. You are close to some form of civilization, do to the man made orchard around you, so you might be able to call someone. Also, there isn’t any mountains near by, only hills, so there is a great chance that you could find a signal here. Looking through your scattered stuff on the ground, which isn’t much, you snatch your phone and dial the magical three numbers that summon help from anywhere in the U.S. It begins to ring and you wait for someone to answer your call… Ring… Ring… Rin- I’m sorry, the number you are trying to dial is unavailable. please redial and try again… “sh*t” you say aloud, realizing that you don’t have a single bar. After another attempt to get a signal, you find it fruitless to try and pursue the phone any further. Sucks, but it looks like you are going to have to find civilization on your own. Can’t be too hard, you are close to it already, if the orchard wasn’t enough of an indication. So you soldier on, looking for some sort of vantage point you could use to get a better look on your surroundings. Gathering all your things, and looking to every side, you find a decently sized hill with a single tree at the top. The perfect place to get a view of your surroundings. When you reach the foot of the hill, getting to the top may have been easier said then done. The thing was huge, with semi-steep sides near its foot. You could climb it, of course, but it will take a decent amount of effort, and your legs were already throbbing from your intense run. Though, if you can do that, you can do this. You can't believe that your legs gave out mid climb like that. Talk about letting someone down. When your legs gave way, you almost rolled right back to the bottom, until a dead tree stopped your decent. Upon impacting the dead tree, a rather large branch broke and entangled itself between your legs. Hitting the tree hurt like hell, and you swear that you broke another rib. Yet, it wasn’t enough to stomp your spirits when civilization could be just over this hill. Also, the large stick would be useful as a weapon. Better than nothing I guess. Taking off your belt, you secure the large stick to your back in such a way that you could pull it out at any time. Twenty minutes pass, and, after much struggle and pain, you make it to the top of the hill. It was definitely a good idea to climb this hill. Now you can see the entire valley that you were in, the forest, meadows, wheat fields, everything. Nestled in the middle of the great valley, was a small town with multiple colorful buildings. You found civilization. It may be miles away, across a river, and through a thick forest, but at least you know where you are going now. “THERE YOU F**KING ARE!!” Yelled a very familiar voice filled with anger and desire. ‘Shit’ you think as you turn around to spot the missile before it hits you…. again…. What Do You Do? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------Extras---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. WAAA Did someone call a tactical nuke? WAAA yep, someone did… WAAA WAAA WAAA ffffffffrrrrrrOOOOOOMMMMMM …………………. … … … … … … Ha, you missed. Sticks and Stones, May Break my Bones...Chapter 3 Sticks and Stones… lets try talking to the thing. It is capable of speech, which could mean it also has the ability of reason. Scream STOP and try to ask it "why the hell are you chasing me?" Ask it, why are you attacking me? You know, Maybe there is some sort of misunderstanding between you and the pegacorn. It has responded to everything you have done in a possibly intelligent way. Sure it is pissed beyond belief, and you haven’t been any help at all with the things you have done to it, but it still might be able to recognize reason. It does speak your language, The insults were enough to tell you that, so you might be able to talk to it. Hey, maybe you could find out what is wrong with the thing, and help it solve its problem. “Hey, hold on a second!” You shout towards the enraged pegacorn, your arms extended in the air, displaying the fact that you do not wanna fight it. screw talking The wind was knocked out of you like a whoopee cushion, creating a comically cartoonish ‘squee’ noise that was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. Almost like you are a fictional character in a cartoon meant to entertain small children. For little girls most likely, considering the pastel colored equine. Although the violence would suggest something more tuned for boys. either way, you can’t think about that at the moment due to your rib cage suddenly caving in on itself! That was by far the worst decision today. What were you thinking, that a simple talk would make things right as rain? sure, some of the things you did to it were dismissible, but you through a freaking moldy sandwich into its mouth. A moldy sandwich! If you were it, you’d have half a mind to kick the living shit outta you too. The impact from the pegacorn, which is obviously deranged, and far from reason, knocks you straight back, sending you into a dead tree. You yell aloud in a cry of painful agony as you hear, and feel something break in two. “FUCK! GAK!” You scream out loud. There is a stinging sensation in your back, possibly some serious bruising. Your lower body is also numb from the shock, and you think you broke your left arm. Good thing you're right handed. Reaching behind you with your good arm, you brace yourself for what you might find. Your right hand grasps the thing that you fear is broken, and pulls it out for your eyes to see. The stick that you claimed as your own, has broken in two. The one thing that gave you security, is now split in two. At least the only thing that broke, besides your left arm, was this stick. what cruel luck would it have been if you broke your back. That would have really sucked, more than usual. It’s a good thing you drank a lot of milk in your life. All that calcium has rendered your bones as strong as iron, or something humanly similar. Looking to your broken left arm, you add ‘sort of’ to your last statement. Speaking of your broken arm, it is time to get some payback for injuring it. Now you have a really sharp stick, a purpose to fight, and an adrenaline fueled rage building to use against her. This oughta be interesting. swing your branch at it, and hope you hit it in the eyes while saying "HEY BATTER BATTER SWING!" If that doesn't work, hit it with your stick, kick it in the crotch, and roll down the hill into the forest. You have a very large stick, utilize it! Using the trunk of the dead tree as a crutch of some sort, you slowly rise into a standing position, what was left of your battering stick in your right hand. You glare at the mare before you, readying yourself for the what you are preparing to do. With your back to the tree, the crazy pegacorn bearing down upon you, and one option available, you examine your surroundings. Sure you could run to either side of you, hide behind the tree, or dash for the forest to either side of you, but that won't stop her now will it? No matter where you go, how long you hide, or how far you run, she will be looking for you. Her, and you're certain it's a she, rage is of the likes that could challenge a god. She won't stop by simple physical limits to find you, no, she will scrape her way to you. The pegacorn would score the globe for you, and endure all kinds of torments to find you. Or at least that is what you assume. So there is only one last option to have then. Spreading your legs into a wide, yet strong stance, you grasp the sharp piece of branch in both hands, holding it out like a samurai sword. Your eyes sticking to their target standing less than twenty feet away. Even though her distance is pretty far considering, she can move faster than anything you know up close. It is even daunting here. slowing your breath, you close your eyes to relax your racing heart, and prepare your mind for what you know is about to come. Then, you wait. Thump thump. Thump thump. “HA HA HA!” she cackles, obviously amused at the predicament you are in. Her voice is raspy, most likely from straining her lungs. “Did you really think you could get away from me so easily?” You say nothing. All you do is listen to your heart, and the wind. There is a breeze running from the east heading south at about 2.573 miles per hour. It carries with it a slight scent of acidity. Rain is coming from the mountains, could be used to wash your pissed soked cloths. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Annoyed at the defiance you are displaying with your silents, she lets out a sharp exhale from her nostrils, and drags her right front hoof along the ground in a bull like fashion. Her eyes glare daggers in your direction, waiting for you for you to make the first move. Around you the birds, squirrels, and other assortment of animals, suddenly go still and quiet. Only the two of your breathing, and the occasional crack of the pegacorns tail are audible in this voided silence. Thump. Thump. Within an instant, the pegacorn extends her wings, causing a gust of wind to ripple behind her. You could hear the suction of her wings dragging across the air. Then, in the same instant, she launches fifteen feet into the air. She lets out a cry of annoyance, and bellows out towards you. “FUCK! YOU ARE AN ANNOYING SHIT! You won't even give me the pleasure of hearing your place of forgiveness! Not even your body language is at all threatened! YOU MAKE THIS A CHORE!!” You don't even hear her word of hatred anymore over the steady thumping of your heart. It is controlled, and calm. Your thoughts, and body are the are quiet and well tuned to yourself. Every piece of you is harmonized on the inside. You could be slapped across the face and barely feel it. But there is something wrong, something you don't have yet. THUMP. Your arm pulses in pain, but you don’t flinch. There are multiple regions of your body that are in distress. The clothing on your back is tattered, and your pants are filthy. Your entire body is hurt, and worn. All because that stupid pegacorn is trying to hunt you down. She has been chasing you all this time. It overpowers you, outmatches you, hurt you, and continues to attribute you to dirt. And you have no idea why. But you won't stand, or sit, or lay down and let her hurt you like that. Not like they did. You will fight her. You will fight back instead of lay down and take it. Not like you have for years. Not anymore. MODE SWITCH - COMBAT CALCULATING COMBAT HERO WITHIN CHANNELS SPECIAL UNLOCKED - Demon Flame SITUATION CRITICAL ACTIVATING SPECIAL THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A fire builds within your chest, and with it, a burning passion that can only be compared to your late love of space. It is so intense in fact, that your entire body feels warm. Hot even. Its resolve stronger than anything you have ever felt before. That resolve was the intense desire to tear every limb from the piece of shit with a horn. Smiling to yourself like a maniac from the sheer heat building inside, you chuckle a dark, distorted chuckle, completely aware that the pegacorn can hear. Under your closed eyelids your pupils become glowing emeralds of fire. Each breath you take emits a puff of steam similar to what you’d see in winter. Your hair becomes stark white, and your clothing bleed into red and black. Every exposed piece of skin burns for action, almost literally to. “W-what?!” The pegacorn begins to stutter, shocked by the sudden change in atmosphere. “What the hell are you?!” You smile wickedly now, and can't control the laughter building within you. Opening your eyes, you look at the mortified pegacorn. The complete and utter shock in her large purple eyes is more amusing than the now subtle shack in her voice. She still has a scowl on, but that isn’t much of a problem. Soon, she won't even have a face to look at, let alone a body. With another audibly deepened chuckle, you respond to the question she had. “What am I?” Your distorted chuckle doesn’t even sound like you anymore. The world begins to darken, except for the red glow being emitted from your body. The sky becoming cast with pitch black clouds, blocking out the sun. “I, am your worst fucking nightmare, here to kick your ass.” The pegacorn losses it, and roars at the top of her lungs. Birds within a mile radius spring from their protected hiding places to escape the scene that is about to unfold. Flashing her horn, she conjures a shield around her entire body, its purple glow making a second source of light in the dark. Both of which, are darkly shaded. “Hey.” You say, positioning your body into a baseball players stance. Bellowing another loud roar, she ascends hundreds of feet into the air. Her face twisted with many emotions, none of which were remotely happy, or humorous like it had been. Instead, combined with her anger, there were hints of fear mixed into her face. Topped with her shocked eyes, and tight jaw, she looked like a veteran warrior who had just seen a ghost. “Batter,” Keeping your eyes on your target, you watch her assend, not at all afraid of the velocity that she will fall at that height. Even though her entire body language suggested fear, it didn’t stop her from going into a full dive towards you, just like she did before. Only now, you are prepared for it. Even if your arm is broken, you could pull this off easy. The joy you will get when you bash her skull in is too exciting for you to worry about pain anyways. “BATTER!” Falling at incredible speeds, the pegacorn dives right towards your you, possibly aiming for your head. A cone has started to form around her, and is now causing the air to hum with both speed and magic. She rips through the air like a jet, though that isn’t much of a problem when you hit her with this stick. That, as you’ve notice, is now on fire. You bring the impromptu bat behind you, preparing to hit the ball that is willingly coming to its inilliation. But something stops you, a side of your mind that has been screaming at you for a while now. The same part that helped you deduce her intentions, and analyzed everything around you. The filter that had been helping from the beginning. Something is wrong here, a factor that you didn’t put into play when the pegacorn began to fall from the sky. It hits you like a ton of bricks. You never accounted the dexterity of the stick would never be able to outway the intense dexterity of an object that could survive a full on dive to the ground without even a single scratch. If she hit your stick now, it will be powder, along with yourself if you're holding it when she does. You could just drop it and run, but that isn’t what she is aiming for. ‘Oh God.’ you think to yourself, realizing what your chances of survival are now. Then again, what else can you do now? better to try than give up. The pegacorn is now very close to you, if you don’t do something now, she will hit you directly on your head. piledriver Reaching your left arm towards the incoming shielded purple pony, you try to force her to stop with whatever power you are using. This causes a blast of fire, and molten, you can only guess, rock flying out of your hand in a wide wave towards her. This covers the shield, causing it to deteriorate instantly, but not slow her descent. Useful, but not what you wanted. Mustering all that is left of your rage, you try to focus what you did before directly into the stick. Molten rock spread instantly across the entire surface of the wood, adding to the fire that was there before. With a yell of anger, the entire stick crushes down into a flaming hot, piece of steel. Cool. "SWING!" Without even thinking you strike it forward as the hissing of wind became very close. Time seemed to slow down, as your newly formed piece of steel came to your front, aiming right for the purple Pegacorns head. Her body was surrounded in a purple light, and the hissing of a body ripping through air filled the void. Her entire body was a blur and so was your steel. As they collided, a bright flash of white light filled your vision. You shut your eyes for what you feared would come. Your entire being vibrated so violently, that you became numb instantly. All space seemed to stop, as you cupped your ears, and fell to the floor.... To Be Continued...... (yes, that means there is a second part. also meaning I still have some commands from last time I need to fill, so no commands this chapter. Next one though, you will be able to do more then that. Until then, happy sailing ya'll.)
A Stranger...Rocket to the StarsA Stranger... Your name is Dave, Dave Baker. You are an average guy in collage. You work at the same job you have since high school and now go to SLCC(Salt Lake Community College in Utah, United States). You are going there to get your generals out of the way before you tackle the big leagues. You really want to go into a field of rocket science, due to your friends and family referring to you as 'their little astronaut', and, after some extensive research, you found tons of options. There are many fields pertaining to rockets and space, ranging from aerodynamic engineers, propulsion technicians, programmers, and all sorts of careers categorized under the same field. But none of them seem to fit what you really want. So you decided to settle with your backup plan of becoming a movie director. Which, by the way, is not as easy as it sounds. You have to check on every member of the cast and make sure they are doing exactly what they are supposed to do, hire the actors that will play one of the fifty parts that need to be filled, schedule everything, and meet the deadlines of your producers. Not to easy, isn't it. The reasoning for making such a drastic field change was that both fields fit your true wants. You wanted more then any possession, more then any amount of money, more then any title to see and experience new worlds, and share that knowledge with others. Places that were unfathomable to the human mind and were so out there, that if you wrote a book about what you saw, it would undoubtedly be declared fiction. Little did Dave know, his wish, was just a moment behind his closed eyes. You(Dave) sat at your computer in your single bedroom apartment. You have been working hard on an exam paper for the last two weeks, dedicating yourself to discovering the many workings of an average cast and set in a film crew. You haven't slept in roughly forty seven hours, pushing yourself to finish this paper while maintaining your work and social life. Yes, a dedicated student like yourself has a social life, but that isn't important now. The last five hours have been very hard, and twelve cups of coffee latter, you are about to finish what seems is your life's work. It was agonizing, but you are on the home stretch and almost at base. It is probably three am, you don't really know, having not checked in the last few hours. Also, note to self, go to Walmart and get another bag of coffee. "And - that - should - Do it!" You state with much enthusiasm, "Finally, finished with that damned exam paper. That was hard. But nothing Rocket Man could handle!" Yes, you have a very lame nick-name, but at least it isn't what it was in junior high. You don't even know why they called you dorkzilla. You don't even remotely look like a hundred foot reptilian monster from the Jurassic era. Anyways, you check the clock to find the time is 3:28am and decide it is about time to hit the hay. But before you node off, you take another moment to revel in the sensation of a accomplished piece of work. So much time and effort you put into this one paper. It is a combination of blood, sweet, and tears, all held by the tight confinements of a metal cage. Weeks you spent working on this paper, all to pass a course in school. A paper that will be regrettably discarded amongest a large pile of papers belonging to the other sixty students in the class. It saddens you to know that one of the hardest papers you have ever done, one that you spent a load of your time on and worried endlessly about, will be just as grand in scale as a students who only spent a couple of days on it. The paper now held by your computer is just another thing to forget. A few years, maybe even months, after you turn this in, you will not even remember the Title. It may as well be a figment of your imagination for all its worth. No one will ever truly appreciate the effort you put into this. Well, guess that is the life of a student. Anyways, finding yourself alone in your room again, exhausted, you decide to stop wasting time and get to bed already.You lay on your messy bed after kicking the dirty cloths off of it. You really did appreciate the decision to buy the mattress with extra softness. It really made you.... Within moments of laying on your bed, you fall into a deep sleep. HOURS LATER A soft breeze tickles you ears as it drifts along the stale morning air. The soothing sensation of the wind brings the sound of distant birds chirping in the sky and animals going about there business. The breeze also brings the soft sent of pine and oak that turns the stagnate air into a fragrant concoction of serenity... This is all wrong. Your room doesn't smell like some sort of hippies place. Where was the smell of old pizza, moldy cheese, and unwashed cloths. You don't even own an air freshener, not even something to filter the air in your room. Plus it was one of the best ways for you to wake up in the morning. No, trash wasn't a good thing to smell when you wake up, and the smell of your room, no matter how filthy it was, didn't smell like trash. It smelt of progress. Why and how did your room smell like a fabreeze can? Something lands on your nose, making you jump and snap your eyes open. Upon opening your eyes, you see a brown and yellow leaf resting on your nose. Behind it was a hypnotically blue sky, that brings you to the revolution of the only option that made any sense. You have somehow been dragged out of your bed and into the meadow of some field of wheat. The sun hung high above in the sky with only a few clouds drifting on the edges of the horizon.Beneath you was lightly flattened wheat that was soft, but not as soft as your bed. "Ok," you speak aloud, "Ha ha, Johnny, great prank, taking me to some field I don't know." Johnny was your room mate and oldest friend. He loved to pull pranks on you when you were asleep. He once went as far to pick you up off your bed and put you in an empty tub. He then proceeded to turn on the shower and watch you squirm. But he wasn't all bad. He was always the first one who would loan you money and help you if you lost something. This, however, was something else. "I really am impressed," You admired aloud, "Not only did you move me in my sleep without disturbing me, you also were able to move me all the way out to the wilderness. commendable effort I admit, but the games are over." There was no response from your friendly prankster, Probably cause he was waiting for you to believe something weird had happened. He might also be recording you on his pranksters cam, relishing in your absolute bewilderment. That is, if you weren't annoyed to hell right now. He very well new that the term was coming to an end, and you have been working on your exam paper for over a few weeks now. "Come on out," You said, slight annoyance registering in your voice, "lets go home, I have an exam paper to turn in." minutes passed and nothing came anywhere that suggested he was hiding. No snickering behind bushes, no dodging you when you look; absolutely no movement besides that of nature. In fact, it seemed he wasn't even within hearing distance. Why would he go to such a distance that he wouldn't hear your discomfort in the situation? He would never just leave you, he may be a prankster, but he isn't that kind of guy. He also wouldn't be far enough away that he couldn't hear you freak. Unless... He wasn't responsible for your being here. But that couldn't be true; no one but him would get a kick out of you but him. "seriously dude, this isn't funny anymore. Lets go home right-" "HEY!! GET OVER HERE YOU!!" Yelled an annoyed voice that had a hint of poise to it. After you jumped by the sudden change from absolute quiet to ear pounding yell, you almost let out a sigh of relief that someone was out here, and you were not alone. But you wouldn't let whoever brought you here, friend or foe, see you be relieved. That would lead to them thinking you had weakness. Which your dad would kill you if you even dared show weakness. The Irony is, you ended up gasping even if you tried to hold it in. What you saw would make anyone gasp and probably run for the hills. Looking towards the direction of the voice, which was strangely upwards, was a purple Pegasus - no, unicorn - no, both, descending to you in a full nose dive. Her eyes were filled with confusion, sadness, lust, and most importantly, rage. The smile on her face looked like one that a dog would have if he found a new toy to rip into. A thought that made you afraid... very afraid. What Do You Do?
...In Stranger LandsChapter 2...In Stranger Lands (There may be some errors near the end, due to me making it quick. If you find an error please let me know. Thank you.) Juke to the left I vote that we dodge the horny (get it?) Alicorn Crash dive crash dive! Thinking mainly on instinct, you dive roll to your left, trying your best to get out of the path of the purple pegacorn, you decide to call it. Your jump has you soaring in the air for about six feet until you land in a dive roll, twisting your foot in the process. The place where you were standing less than a second ago is impacted by the violent violet missile, causing a crater that spans eight feet in diameter and has a depth of at least a foot. It stands up from the impact, trying to shake what was most likely the effects the impact had on its head. Also it didn’t seem to sustain much damage in its legs from that crash either. Something that should be impossible from the height it was descending and the speed of which it did so. But hey, this is a purple talking pegacorn, nothing logical is to be expected. When you manage to regain yourself into a sitting position, you mentally kick yourself for actually hurting your foot with that stunt. How did that even happen? you have watched many dive rolls and even tried it once or twice before, but never did you actually injure something. That, however, didn’t stop you from missing a step in analyze the situation. Now that you were within immediate proximity of the pegacorn, you notice some subtle details that you weren’t able to see before. It has a horn, wings, and is purple, that much is fairly obvious, but what you now see gives you some more depth into the state of the purple pony. Like the way it’s left front hoof isn’t firmly planted on the ground, implying that it is injured. This could have been caused by the way it just crashed into the ground, but other details suggest that that isn’t the case. She seems to have a scar on her side and there is possible bruising everywhere on her body. All of which seem to be in the middle process of healing, which could mean they are from something other than the crash. It also appears to be a she, do to the vaguely feminine details of it’s/ or her face. Then you do a double take when you notice the star tattoo on her flank. You know of branding on farm animals, but, for one, this was a tattoo, and it was way too perfect to have been done by hand. Plus the fact it was done on both sides of her flanks means either it was machine printed, or some kind of natural growth. That would be cool, growing tattoos. It is something you are going to look into when you get back home. Also the fact that you are able to see all these things is kinda scaring you. Never in your life have you been able to see so many details in the span of a few seconds. It is almost like this isn't you seeing the pegacorn. In fact, it feels as if your sight is being sent through some kind of filter. One that increases the noticeability of small and almost insignificant details. Those details, when put together, give much more information about the subject that is being observed then they are able and willing to tell. This will have to be looked into later though, the situation at hand calls for no distractions. After regaining drifted focus, you turn your attention back to the pegacorn. She seems to have cleared her head and is now staring at you with a dark glare. The air around the two of you becomes tight and unforgiving as you are assaulted by the creatures eyes. You focus solely on the eyes of the pegacorn, stunned by fear and anxious for what is going to happen. The possibly deranged mare leaps towards you with a strong bat of her wings. Within a moment she closed the distance between the two of you, and delivers a swift punch/ kick (you have no Idea what to call it) with it’s forelegs, sending you flying for a couple of yards. Instantly the air is knocked out of your chest, and you find yourself gasping for breath on the ground. The creature that is assaulting you is strong, you can tell. With just a simple push you were sent flying. Calculating the speed or not, it was able to knock you down with a simple movement. It was almost like she flexed, and you were thrown away by the movement of air. Kinda like that one episode of Dragon Ball Z where Goku blew away the ginyu force without even trying. She also is fast, very fast. It was able to close eight feet within the time it took you to blink. It makes you wonder how you were able to dodge her from the start. Let alone how such speed is possible for something so small. You really don’t know what to expect from this mysterious, thing. As you lay on your back, eyes half closed, gasping for breath, you stare at the dazzling blue sky, trying to regain your ability to breath. You can’t help but feel this may be your last moments alive. Pity you are struggling for each breath. As you are thinking, you notice a shadowy figure come across your vision. It stays there for some time, just dwelling across your blurry sight. Then you feel some pressure on your shoulders and thighs, like something is pressing down on you, possibly restraining your limbs so that they won’t move while someone does something to you. You snap your eyes open and see a set of amethyst eyes staring back at you. Those lavender eyes were paired with a sinister smile and a wicked gleam. A look that was twisted by a variety of emotions and an intensity that would make an inferno equivalent to snow. As you look into her eyes, you can't help but think about a famous saying, ‘The eyes are the gateway to the soul’. If this saying was at all true, then you can't see anything in the eyes of this thing. grab a nearby rock when it misses us, then smash it's skull in like an egg with said rock. You are laying in a field of dried wheat, there is a very low possibility that you will find a sizeable rock within its fertile soil. Let alone when you can’t stand up, this thing is heavy! It was a good thought though, and would really be helpful if you can find one. Also, this brings up the fact that you have not a single weapon on you. If this thing is going to try and kill/rape/whatever it is going to do, you want to be armed. use your inner captain and… FALCON PUNCH!! Quick, punch the approaching hostile She begins to lower her head, attempting to touch you with its horn. You have had enough of this. It has shown that it can outmatch you on speed and strength. But not, however, in surprise. You ball up your hand into the tightest fist you could manage, and strike the thing on the side of its head, right on the temple. Instantly it roars out a cry of pain and brings its front hooves to its bruised temple, giving you enough time to strike its horn. The thing goes limp for a moment when you hit its horn, possibly meaning that that spot has a large amount of nerves. Should remember that in case you get close to it again. The limp pegacorn is easily pushed off of you, and was still limp whilst moving it. Now that it is off of you, you stand up and get ready to run when you take another look at the thing. Surprisingly it doesn't look menacing when it is not trying to kill you, it actually looks kinda cute. Even though you would love to dwell on this thought, the limp pegacorn begins to twitch and growl. Seeing the moment to leave, you run towards a tree line that appears to be an apple orchard. It might take a few minutes to reach do to this dried wheat in your way. But you can't really think about when your ears are bleeding with the sound of that things roar again. Funny how you only made it twenty feet before she got back up. Thought it would be much less. The sound makes you turn abruptly and see the incoming pegacorn before she strikes, giving you enough time to make a move. If you manage to dodge that thing, there is only one thing to do afterwards. LEROY JENKINS! when it charges, catch its head like a football, grab the horn for leverage, and hammer throw it as far as physically possible!!! Without a single moment of hesitation, your instincts kick into full gear. You raise your right hand and arm towards the pegacorn, bending it at the elbow to prevent any damage to the arm itself. Your legs spread, and bend at the knee, to optimize the most amount of stability as they can, while your left arm presses against your side. The left hand lifts to just the right position for a quick, springged strike. Your eyes fill with determination and fire, the same kind of fire most anime, game, and comic book characters have when faced with a tough opponent. Now there is a tough opponent right in front of you, boiling with rage. Everything you are doing just seems fitting. The lavender pegacorn flies straight as an arrow, right towards your right hand. You sidestep turn left and grasp its horn with your open hand. The pegacorn is instantly hit with an overdose of nervous sensations, as your right hand tightens around the horn, and your left springs out and grabs its right wing. Moving with its already built up momentum, you spin the pegacorn around, keeping your left foot planted on the ground. Then at the peak of your spin, you let go of her horn and wing, tossing it like an Olympic hammer, causing it to spin out of control in the air. There is also a distinct crack as you believe you broke its right wing. The throw ends up spinning you in place for a single rotation before you manage to stop yourself. Even after doing and seeing the results of your move, you can’t believe that it did in fact just happen. How it happened was simple logic, yes, but it happened so fast, you couldn't even recognize it until it happened. One second the pegacorn was coming at you with rage, and desire, the next she is hurtling away from you as fast as she came, spinning out of control. It was just a reaction, but for some reason it felt like something more. Like your instinct is going through some kind of filter, almost the same as the other, only more physical than mental. Something has most certainly happened to you, and it will need to be look into after you have some time to breath. RUN LIKE F***ING HELL then RUN! I think we can all agree if everything we say fails he should still run like hell David wets himself and runs like a coward Now, however, is not the time to think. Now is the time to run, run like all hell is chasing you, which, with all things considering, is practically the case. Thinking can come later. So you turn back towards the tree line in the north west, and continue your sprint. The grove of trees seems to be about two hundred to three hundred yards away, if you are lucky. Which means, with any luck, you can make it to the trees before that thing regains its ability to pursue you. Then when you are surrounded by all those trees, there is a possibility that the violet pegacorn won't be able to get a sure shot at you. It is the best option you have right now, besides trying to outsmart the pegacorn, which might not go down too well. So you bolt off towards the trees, hopefully faster than your pursuer can reach you after you amazingly threw it. Every step you take is as large as you can make it without falling, and keeping your speed through this thick foliage. You try to ignore the various tall stalks that hit you in the face as you run, but when you are trying to keep a destination in your sight, things hitting your face every second can make anything very annoying. “HEY B**CH!” Yelled the purple pegacorn as it closed in on you. You were just about fifty yards from the tree line when the monster chasing you yells with all its fury. Normally that wouldn’t be enough to force you to stop, but the distance of which it yelled was. As you turn around, you see the injured pegacorn just 27 yards away from you, and gaining. Even at a dead sprint, she is able to catch up to you with a broken wing. Talk about will power. Now she is close to you, and will catch you before you can make it to the tree line. You need something to stop, or stunt her approach towards you. Throw a random sandwich you keep in your pocket at it Do anything you can to distract it, like throwing dirt at it etc. That’s it! You need something that will buy you enough time to outrun this thing, a distraction of some sort. But what could you use? The stalks won't do really anything, and the ground is to fertile to be used as a dust screen or a mud pie. Also it has to be something you can grab and use on the run. What you need is something that will stun and disable it. Something that will leave a bad taste in its mouth… “OH HELL YA!!” You yell out as you remember what you had been doing the past two days. Before, at your apartment, whenever you would go into a studying binge, you would do things absentmindedly. Stuff like, accidentally knocking over a night stand, putting your clothes on backwards, forgetting to wear pants, and even stuff food into your pockets for later. Well, more like to throw away later. You never really ate what you put in your pockets. That strange habit developed in middle school, and it somehow has stuck with you over the years. Johnny called it hot pockets syndrome, whatever that means. For once in your life, after all the clothes you had to clean, throw away, and barf you would spew when you smelled whatever was in your pocket, that weird habit now has some use. Quickly, as you sprint, you dig your hand into your pocket, trying to ignoring the gooeyness of your saved meal. It felt like a PB and J, but for some reason you doubted that you would eat/store a hot PB and J in your pocket. Unless it was warmed from your body heat, then that would explain why it felt like a steamy sliced tomato. Trying to resist the urge to puke, you pull the mystery hot pocket out into the open air. The smell alone would kill a fly, and could easily stun the pegacorn. A look tells you that it is not a sandwich, but a full slice of steaming pepperoni pizza, adorned with green and white spots that could only be mold. This will definitely stop that thing in its tracks. As you run for your life, you turn around mid sprint, and start to sprint at a slower pace backwards to see how far away the pegacorn is from you. She seems to be within twenty yards from you and approaching fast. Aiming towards the enraged lavender pony, you get ready to chuck the moldy slice of pizza. You would have thrown it right then, but the part of your brain that is filtering your eyes sees a better opportunity than blindly throwing it at a long distance. Looking at the mare again, you notice that she is panting very hard, and is wavering in her flight due to the injury in her right wing. Most likely because of the bone you broke in it. This explains why she hasn’t gotten to you yet, and why you were able to run this far. As a result of her hard work trying to flap through some possible pain, her mouth occasionally opens to help gather air. Aka The perfect target for this rotten piece of food. Re-judging your aim and the time it will take for your target to get within optimal distance, you stop in your tracks and toss the slice of pizza. It soars in the air for less then a second, before a purple flying pony engulfs the entire thing in one inhale. In the very next moment the pegacorn stops dead in her tracks, hacking, and coughing, trying its best to be rid of the foreign object that is now lodged in its throat. You don’t stop though and watch it gag, you just run, run as far from it as you can into the forest, which you have now made it to. Not another thought went through your head that didn’t contain run in it. You ran for what felt like miles without a single sighting of the deranged animal that was trying to kill you. Good thing to, cause as soon as you stopped to take a breather, you promptly paint the side of a tree , some of the grass, and some poor squirrel, a new shade of green. After you spilled your cookies, you collapse onto the grassy ground, gasping for breath. Even though there is shade from the many apple trees around you, they did little to cool your boiling blood, and beating heart. You feel like you just became the victim of a bombing, there is even that ringing going on in your ears. All these sensations are very distinct, and bring back memories of gym. Reminds you how much you hated gym. Also the time you kicked the teacher in the gut. Very rowdy kid you were. Laying on the soft grass, Gazing past the tree canopy at the sky, you can’t help to think about all the things that have happened in the last hour and a half. You woke up in a field of wheat, were attacked by a crazy half breed, almost died to it, discovered a part of you that filters your senses, did and saw things that you never thought you could, and ran at a full sprint for freaking miles before falling with exhaustion. Can someone say Olympic medal or what? The thought makes you laugh, and fall into a coughing fit. But now you are alone in a forest of apple trees, gasping for breath like a sailor in the desert. Nothing to do but think about what to do next. The logical step would be to find some kind of civilization, and get help. But right now you are really hungry and thirsty after running like that for that long. Also at one point you may have pissed yourself, and now need to clean/change your pants. Provided you can find a new pair and/or a river. First things first though, you need some water and food. What better place to be then a apple orchard to fulfill those needs? After you steady your heart, and breathing, you get onto your knees to check over yourself. Other than some soreness in your legs and chest, you seem to have come out of that uninjured. A feet that also seems impossible, but has happened like so many other things today that should be impossible, or are very unlikely. But hey, you aren’t complaining. As soon as you determine you are well enough to stand, you do so, and reach into the tree for a couple of apples. You grab a couple really juicy ones and much down on them greedily, not caring at all for cleanliness. All that matters then is eating and drinking, which by the juiciness of the apples, was done at the same time. On you gorged yourself, apple after apple, until you at a dozen. You did miss breakfast, so you aren’t unjustified to eat a ton of someone’s crop, right? A dozen apple’s down, a full stomach, and happy head later, you decide to check your supplies. On you at the present is, a pair of socks, one slipper that didn’t fall off during your run, your pants, and a pink floyd t-shirt. That was just what was on the outside. Inside you have, a couple of pencils, your wallet covered in days old cheese, yuck, and your cell phone. You would count your underwear, but you’ll have to change them in the near future. Plus they are very itchy when soaked in piss. Get your phone call chuck Norris (you met him by being a director) and order an assault on the purple thing You are a director in training, and haven’t even meet the student actors yet. You only have been there for one term. Also you never meet Chuck Norris, which would have been awesome if you did, but sadly, that hasn’t happened Yet. Not to mention that you don’t really believe that all the things they say about him really happened. The best he could probably do would tell you you're crazy or ask if you called the cops yet. But now that you mention that you could call him if you knew him, which sadly you don’t, you can still call someone that could help. Maybe you could even call the police. You are close to some form of civilization, do to the man made orchard around you, so you might be able to call someone. Also, there isn’t any mountains near by, only hills, so there is a great chance that you could find a signal here. Looking through your scattered stuff on the ground, which isn’t much, you snatch your phone and dial the magical three numbers that summon help from anywhere in the U.S. It begins to ring and you wait for someone to answer your call… Ring… Ring… Rin- I’m sorry, the number you are trying to dial is unavailable. please redial and try again… “sh*t” you say aloud, realizing that you don’t have a single bar. After another attempt to get a signal, you find it fruitless to try and pursue the phone any further. Sucks, but it looks like you are going to have to find civilization on your own. Can’t be too hard, you are close to it already, if the orchard wasn’t enough of an indication. So you soldier on, looking for some sort of vantage point you could use to get a better look on your surroundings. Gathering all your things, and looking to every side, you find a decently sized hill with a single tree at the top. The perfect place to get a view of your surroundings. When you reach the foot of the hill, getting to the top may have been easier said then done. The thing was huge, with semi-steep sides near its foot. You could climb it, of course, but it will take a decent amount of effort, and your legs were already throbbing from your intense run. Though, if you can do that, you can do this. You can't believe that your legs gave out mid climb like that. Talk about letting someone down. When your legs gave way, you almost rolled right back to the bottom, until a dead tree stopped your decent. Upon impacting the dead tree, a rather large branch broke and entangled itself between your legs. Hitting the tree hurt like hell, and you swear that you broke another rib. Yet, it wasn’t enough to stomp your spirits when civilization could be just over this hill. Also, the large stick would be useful as a weapon. Better than nothing I guess. Taking off your belt, you secure the large stick to your back in such a way that you could pull it out at any time. Twenty minutes pass, and, after much struggle and pain, you make it to the top of the hill. It was definitely a good idea to climb this hill. Now you can see the entire valley that you were in, the forest, meadows, wheat fields, everything. Nestled in the middle of the great valley, was a small town with multiple colorful buildings. You found civilization. It may be miles away, across a river, and through a thick forest, but at least you know where you are going now. “THERE YOU F**KING ARE!!” Yelled a very familiar voice filled with anger and desire. ‘Shit’ you think as you turn around to spot the missile before it hits you…. again…. What Do You Do? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------Extras---------------------------------------------------------------------- Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. WAAA Did someone call a tactical nuke? WAAA yep, someone did… WAAA WAAA WAAA ffffffffrrrrrrOOOOOOMMMMMM …………………. … … … … … … Ha, you missed.
Sticks and Stones, May Break my Bones...Chapter 3 Sticks and Stones… lets try talking to the thing. It is capable of speech, which could mean it also has the ability of reason. Scream STOP and try to ask it "why the hell are you chasing me?" Ask it, why are you attacking me? You know, Maybe there is some sort of misunderstanding between you and the pegacorn. It has responded to everything you have done in a possibly intelligent way. Sure it is pissed beyond belief, and you haven’t been any help at all with the things you have done to it, but it still might be able to recognize reason. It does speak your language, The insults were enough to tell you that, so you might be able to talk to it. Hey, maybe you could find out what is wrong with the thing, and help it solve its problem. “Hey, hold on a second!” You shout towards the enraged pegacorn, your arms extended in the air, displaying the fact that you do not wanna fight it. screw talking The wind was knocked out of you like a whoopee cushion, creating a comically cartoonish ‘squee’ noise that was both hilarious, and shocking at the same time. Almost like you are a fictional character in a cartoon meant to entertain small children. For little girls most likely, considering the pastel colored equine. Although the violence would suggest something more tuned for boys. either way, you can’t think about that at the moment due to your rib cage suddenly caving in on itself! That was by far the worst decision today. What were you thinking, that a simple talk would make things right as rain? sure, some of the things you did to it were dismissible, but you through a freaking moldy sandwich into its mouth. A moldy sandwich! If you were it, you’d have half a mind to kick the living shit outta you too. The impact from the pegacorn, which is obviously deranged, and far from reason, knocks you straight back, sending you into a dead tree. You yell aloud in a cry of painful agony as you hear, and feel something break in two. “FUCK! GAK!” You scream out loud. There is a stinging sensation in your back, possibly some serious bruising. Your lower body is also numb from the shock, and you think you broke your left arm. Good thing you're right handed. Reaching behind you with your good arm, you brace yourself for what you might find. Your right hand grasps the thing that you fear is broken, and pulls it out for your eyes to see. The stick that you claimed as your own, has broken in two. The one thing that gave you security, is now split in two. At least the only thing that broke, besides your left arm, was this stick. what cruel luck would it have been if you broke your back. That would have really sucked, more than usual. It’s a good thing you drank a lot of milk in your life. All that calcium has rendered your bones as strong as iron, or something humanly similar. Looking to your broken left arm, you add ‘sort of’ to your last statement. Speaking of your broken arm, it is time to get some payback for injuring it. Now you have a really sharp stick, a purpose to fight, and an adrenaline fueled rage building to use against her. This oughta be interesting. swing your branch at it, and hope you hit it in the eyes while saying "HEY BATTER BATTER SWING!" If that doesn't work, hit it with your stick, kick it in the crotch, and roll down the hill into the forest. You have a very large stick, utilize it! Using the trunk of the dead tree as a crutch of some sort, you slowly rise into a standing position, what was left of your battering stick in your right hand. You glare at the mare before you, readying yourself for the what you are preparing to do. With your back to the tree, the crazy pegacorn bearing down upon you, and one option available, you examine your surroundings. Sure you could run to either side of you, hide behind the tree, or dash for the forest to either side of you, but that won't stop her now will it? No matter where you go, how long you hide, or how far you run, she will be looking for you. Her, and you're certain it's a she, rage is of the likes that could challenge a god. She won't stop by simple physical limits to find you, no, she will scrape her way to you. The pegacorn would score the globe for you, and endure all kinds of torments to find you. Or at least that is what you assume. So there is only one last option to have then. Spreading your legs into a wide, yet strong stance, you grasp the sharp piece of branch in both hands, holding it out like a samurai sword. Your eyes sticking to their target standing less than twenty feet away. Even though her distance is pretty far considering, she can move faster than anything you know up close. It is even daunting here. slowing your breath, you close your eyes to relax your racing heart, and prepare your mind for what you know is about to come. Then, you wait. Thump thump. Thump thump. “HA HA HA!” she cackles, obviously amused at the predicament you are in. Her voice is raspy, most likely from straining her lungs. “Did you really think you could get away from me so easily?” You say nothing. All you do is listen to your heart, and the wind. There is a breeze running from the east heading south at about 2.573 miles per hour. It carries with it a slight scent of acidity. Rain is coming from the mountains, could be used to wash your pissed soked cloths. Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Annoyed at the defiance you are displaying with your silents, she lets out a sharp exhale from her nostrils, and drags her right front hoof along the ground in a bull like fashion. Her eyes glare daggers in your direction, waiting for you for you to make the first move. Around you the birds, squirrels, and other assortment of animals, suddenly go still and quiet. Only the two of your breathing, and the occasional crack of the pegacorns tail are audible in this voided silence. Thump. Thump. Within an instant, the pegacorn extends her wings, causing a gust of wind to ripple behind her. You could hear the suction of her wings dragging across the air. Then, in the same instant, she launches fifteen feet into the air. She lets out a cry of annoyance, and bellows out towards you. “FUCK! YOU ARE AN ANNOYING SHIT! You won't even give me the pleasure of hearing your place of forgiveness! Not even your body language is at all threatened! YOU MAKE THIS A CHORE!!” You don't even hear her word of hatred anymore over the steady thumping of your heart. It is controlled, and calm. Your thoughts, and body are the are quiet and well tuned to yourself. Every piece of you is harmonized on the inside. You could be slapped across the face and barely feel it. But there is something wrong, something you don't have yet. THUMP. Your arm pulses in pain, but you don’t flinch. There are multiple regions of your body that are in distress. The clothing on your back is tattered, and your pants are filthy. Your entire body is hurt, and worn. All because that stupid pegacorn is trying to hunt you down. She has been chasing you all this time. It overpowers you, outmatches you, hurt you, and continues to attribute you to dirt. And you have no idea why. But you won't stand, or sit, or lay down and let her hurt you like that. Not like they did. You will fight her. You will fight back instead of lay down and take it. Not like you have for years. Not anymore. MODE SWITCH - COMBAT CALCULATING COMBAT HERO WITHIN CHANNELS SPECIAL UNLOCKED - Demon Flame SITUATION CRITICAL ACTIVATING SPECIAL THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! A fire builds within your chest, and with it, a burning passion that can only be compared to your late love of space. It is so intense in fact, that your entire body feels warm. Hot even. Its resolve stronger than anything you have ever felt before. That resolve was the intense desire to tear every limb from the piece of shit with a horn. Smiling to yourself like a maniac from the sheer heat building inside, you chuckle a dark, distorted chuckle, completely aware that the pegacorn can hear. Under your closed eyelids your pupils become glowing emeralds of fire. Each breath you take emits a puff of steam similar to what you’d see in winter. Your hair becomes stark white, and your clothing bleed into red and black. Every exposed piece of skin burns for action, almost literally to. “W-what?!” The pegacorn begins to stutter, shocked by the sudden change in atmosphere. “What the hell are you?!” You smile wickedly now, and can't control the laughter building within you. Opening your eyes, you look at the mortified pegacorn. The complete and utter shock in her large purple eyes is more amusing than the now subtle shack in her voice. She still has a scowl on, but that isn’t much of a problem. Soon, she won't even have a face to look at, let alone a body. With another audibly deepened chuckle, you respond to the question she had. “What am I?” Your distorted chuckle doesn’t even sound like you anymore. The world begins to darken, except for the red glow being emitted from your body. The sky becoming cast with pitch black clouds, blocking out the sun. “I, am your worst fucking nightmare, here to kick your ass.” The pegacorn losses it, and roars at the top of her lungs. Birds within a mile radius spring from their protected hiding places to escape the scene that is about to unfold. Flashing her horn, she conjures a shield around her entire body, its purple glow making a second source of light in the dark. Both of which, are darkly shaded. “Hey.” You say, positioning your body into a baseball players stance. Bellowing another loud roar, she ascends hundreds of feet into the air. Her face twisted with many emotions, none of which were remotely happy, or humorous like it had been. Instead, combined with her anger, there were hints of fear mixed into her face. Topped with her shocked eyes, and tight jaw, she looked like a veteran warrior who had just seen a ghost. “Batter,” Keeping your eyes on your target, you watch her assend, not at all afraid of the velocity that she will fall at that height. Even though her entire body language suggested fear, it didn’t stop her from going into a full dive towards you, just like she did before. Only now, you are prepared for it. Even if your arm is broken, you could pull this off easy. The joy you will get when you bash her skull in is too exciting for you to worry about pain anyways. “BATTER!” Falling at incredible speeds, the pegacorn dives right towards your you, possibly aiming for your head. A cone has started to form around her, and is now causing the air to hum with both speed and magic. She rips through the air like a jet, though that isn’t much of a problem when you hit her with this stick. That, as you’ve notice, is now on fire. You bring the impromptu bat behind you, preparing to hit the ball that is willingly coming to its inilliation. But something stops you, a side of your mind that has been screaming at you for a while now. The same part that helped you deduce her intentions, and analyzed everything around you. The filter that had been helping from the beginning. Something is wrong here, a factor that you didn’t put into play when the pegacorn began to fall from the sky. It hits you like a ton of bricks. You never accounted the dexterity of the stick would never be able to outway the intense dexterity of an object that could survive a full on dive to the ground without even a single scratch. If she hit your stick now, it will be powder, along with yourself if you're holding it when she does. You could just drop it and run, but that isn’t what she is aiming for. ‘Oh God.’ you think to yourself, realizing what your chances of survival are now. Then again, what else can you do now? better to try than give up. The pegacorn is now very close to you, if you don’t do something now, she will hit you directly on your head. piledriver Reaching your left arm towards the incoming shielded purple pony, you try to force her to stop with whatever power you are using. This causes a blast of fire, and molten, you can only guess, rock flying out of your hand in a wide wave towards her. This covers the shield, causing it to deteriorate instantly, but not slow her descent. Useful, but not what you wanted. Mustering all that is left of your rage, you try to focus what you did before directly into the stick. Molten rock spread instantly across the entire surface of the wood, adding to the fire that was there before. With a yell of anger, the entire stick crushes down into a flaming hot, piece of steel. Cool. "SWING!" Without even thinking you strike it forward as the hissing of wind became very close. Time seemed to slow down, as your newly formed piece of steel came to your front, aiming right for the purple Pegacorns head. Her body was surrounded in a purple light, and the hissing of a body ripping through air filled the void. Her entire body was a blur and so was your steel. As they collided, a bright flash of white light filled your vision. You shut your eyes for what you feared would come. Your entire being vibrated so violently, that you became numb instantly. All space seemed to stop, as you cupped your ears, and fell to the floor.... To Be Continued...... (yes, that means there is a second part. also meaning I still have some commands from last time I need to fill, so no commands this chapter. Next one though, you will be able to do more then that. Until then, happy sailing ya'll.)
