Rocket to the Stars(comment driven story)

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.)