Chapter 1: Subject's Nightmare
Subject G
Drip...drip...drip.........
I clenched my dark black hair as the sounds of the dripping water were heard. "God! Can anyone fucking fix that?!" I clenched my teeth shut in frustration as the water continued to drip one drop at a time.
I am Subject G, or, that's what they call me. I have no true name of my own. I have been referred to by my creators as a 'Human', my thoughts are of those similar to those who taunt me. I know not of the true world beyond these four concrete walls.
I know one thing: I am not the first.
One day as I was counting the cracks in the wall (88) I saw something similar to blood in consistency. I am also aware that I have blood similar to that I kept hidden for many days, even years. Until they came.
They took my only clue to who I am away, I couldn't catch a glimpse of them, as they used knockout gas on me. As I woke I saw nothing but the concrete wall with all its cracks and not a sign of the old blood. All that was left of the blood was the red tint it left in the wall.
Drip...drip...drip.......
"Gah! Can anyone fix that drip!?" I exclaimed hearing nothing. That dripping water always annoyed me, as long as I can remember I've heard that same damn drip every day of every year! This all never changed. Not until approximately three days ago.
Date: 11/1/13
I sat in a corner in sorrow. "Cheer up Subject G, maybe you'll die soon," I didn't stop facing the wall as the sooth voice spoke to me.
"He's too lucky for that," the other voice said this one a female.
I could tell those two were either rivals (i.e. siblings, family). "Yeah, you're right," the male voice burst out laughing.
I felt something break as I leapt to my feet.
My plan was in action. I smirked as I approached where the voice comes from and looked to the glass window one sided, I saw blankness he saw a clear view. With that I punched the glass as hard as I could making a minor crack on the window. "Ah!" the male squealed. The sound of the water from the pipe continued to sound around the room.
"Alpha Delta, I repeat Alpha Delta!" the female said. I knew all too well what 'Alpha Delta' meant it means knockout the biped. I thought one step ahead. As the figure looked to my one vent she saw as I stopped flow of the gas with a chuck of the worn out walls.
The female gave a sharp gasp soon sighing as she closed her eyes. "Beta Alpha, I repeat Bata Alpha!" she exclaimed looking away from the glass. With that a group of quadrupeds walked into the room holding me in some sort of magical aura holding me still.
"Hit him!" the obvious leader said in a high voice pointing to me. The leader seemed to be a white unicorn, a blonde mane, and a compass on his ass.
"What the fuck are you!?" I finally took a moment to realize my creators are ponies.
"Shut up!" the leader exclaimed holding a stun rod in a magical aura.
I was shocked, how could such an . . . inferior race such as ponies create me? I have done my research on Human History, such old, old tales. My days were limited, my life is short, but, I am one who will never grow tired of this life. Or, so I thought. "Who are you?!" I questioned the white unicorn.
"I am Prince Blueblood you dumbass," the mouthy Prince glared at me.
I would've shrugged my shoulders if I wasn't trapped by these fucking ponies. I soon heard the sound of a flashlight almost crack my skull open. The last words I heard was: "Darn it Prince Blueblood! That was uncalled for!" the female came into view. As my eyes closed I wished one thing: I was to die, being dead is better than being in this fucking hellhole for another day. My wish however, may not come true.
Date: 11/2/13
I gasped as I brought my head to the air the sounds of the dripping water hitting the floor was all that was heard.
"Fuck, that felt way too real," I rubbed my black hair. I tapped my jeans I was given to wear yesterday. "I know that was a vision," I said to myself sighing with that.
"Oh no," a sudden voice said from behind the one-sided glass pane rushing out the other room.
The guard galloped to the Princess. "Princess, he's having nightmares," the guard knew this meant trouble. This could be the end of all of Equestria if not careful.
"Oh no, he mustn't find out about his powers," Princess Celestia brought up in worry shuffling her hooves.
The guard nodded agreeing with every word said. "Yes Princess, he must not find out his powers at any cost!" the guard paced soon rushing to the lower level of the castle to me.
"He mustn't learn of his powers! Subject isn't even close to being ready!" he looked to me wearing a black suit.
Drip...drip...drip........
I grumbled as the sound of the dripping water was REALLY annoying the hell out of me. "That nightmare has to be more. It was way, way too real to just be a simple dream!" I tugged on my suit lightly. I looked over to a corner a curious look on my face as something glared in the minor light from my one light bulb. "What's this . . .?"
