Pulled through

                                                                                      Chapter 6

                                                                           "Red Barn and Biscuits"

Night laid there the smell of hay filling his nose the sun had just started to rise outside seeping in through the small door in the wall.

He cracked his eyes open slowly to find the hay loft of the wooden barn he had eventually decided to sleep in.

The trench coat he'd slept under slipped off to the floor with a soft "Thunk" but something had woke him.

He sat silently there listening...there was talking it sounded like there where three voices coming from outside the barn.

Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo headed for the barn followed by Applejack a look of pain on her face "Ya'll sure you wan'a do this?" "YES" the three say in unison.

"We haven't try'd farm work yet!" Scootaloo exclaimed as Apple Bloom pulled the barn door open.

"So what we going to do!" Sweetie Belle asked practically squealing the question at Applejack.

"Well we'll be plowing some of the fields’ today so you three are going to help me but first." Applejack turned and yelled "BIG MMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCC!!" she tern'd to find Scootaloo half way up the ladder to the hay loft "And where you think you going sugar cube?"

Scootaloo looked down "Nothing" an annoyed look on her face.

"Well get down before you fall" as she jumped on to the floor Applejack kicked the ladder over.

"You call'd" Big McIntosh said as he came in Applejack looked at him.

"You ready?"

"Eeeyup"

"Let’s go"

Big McIntosh pulled the plow out of the barn and the cutie mark crusaders swarmed around his legs asking if they could try plowing.

Applejack turn'd to start to look for the bag of seed's that was needed there was a creek from the hay loft and a bit of hay fell onto the floor in front of her

Applejack looked up "humm" there was a grey metal can sitting on the top of the hay pail then she shrugged "It's probably Big Mac's junk." she thought and continued to look for the hessian bag.

Night slid out from behind the hay bale as the large red pony and the three small pony's left the orange one with the cowboy hat was left looking for something.

Night slid down on the floor and into a hay pile as he pulled the bi-pod down and rested his rifle on the floor bored it admitted a loud creak and a bit of hay fell from the silencer screwed on to the end of his .223.

Orange looked directly at him.

The second's past like ice-age's then the pony looked away then she looked away Night closed his eyes and open'd his right eye.

The thin black lines with four notches on each line of the cross slowly moved over Orange's body.

Night noticed what looked like tattoo on her ass it showed three apples.

Slowly moving up to her the neck and to the head.

Night knew it was female he had worked with horses with his friend's... Night blinked no not anymore his friend's left him.

Orange turned and she was looking all most at him.

Her eyes where a brilliant shade of green.

The spring creaked as the presser increased on the trigger the cross hair's rested perfect in between her eye's.

Those eyes where so innocent the cross hairs moved slightly then Night lifted his head from the wooden stock and slid back from the edge of the floor.

He couldn't do it Si was right he was going soft but she had done nothing to harm him so he had no reason to harm her but if he was found...

Orange suddenly exclaimed and grabbed a bag on the floor and trotted out.

"Fuuuuuuck" Night breathed out as he pulled the bolt back and popped the round out and into his trench coats left pocket.

Night fell back on to the small pile of hay he had slept on.

He laid there for a few minutes *Ggggeeerrwww* his stomach growled,

Night sat up "When did I last eat?" he thought looking to the two duffel bags and two slips sitting ageist the wall next to him.

He looked at the edge of the hay loft "Well Orange took the ladder down and I don't fancy having my ankles in my arse or I'd go looking for food."

Night pulled the nearest duffel bag into his lap and he opened it.

A large wade of paper and a pencil and a few collard pencil’s, a tent peg from the now ruined tent he'd left on the other side a few bottles of water, two packs of chocolate digestive's.

Then his hand meet a tin then another two Night pulled one out.

Night had to resist shouting out.

"SPAM there is a god" he whispered as he ripped the lid off digging his knife in and shoved a chunk it in to his mouth.

"Pharr ... Mask" he thought had had forgotten he'd had it on.

He pulled the mask down and began shovelling the spam in.

He threw the empty tin agents the wall and looked around his eyes rested on the paper and pencils "What else is there to do." he thought sliding the mask back up.

Night pulled the paper in to his lap and picked up the pencil'

"Humm what to draw draw..." he thought for a few seconds then he decided.

Night held up the two drawing's prancing the work.

He liked them he'd got Orange's likeness quiet well one showed her sat looking at him the other

She was sat looking up at the night sky moon and stars a shooting star flying across the sky.

Night round looked to see ..."Aww crap".

Orange was stood there looking at the two drawing's he held a tint of red on her checks then she looked in to his eyes.

Night saw fear but there was curiosity.

As he looked back into her eyes her blush grew.