Rocket to the Stars(comment driven story)

...In Stranger Lands

Chapter 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…

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?

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Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

WAAA

Did someone call a tactical nuke?

WAAA

yep, someone did…

WAAA

ffffffffrrrrrrOOOOOOMMMMMM

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Ha, you missed.

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