Escape Brony, Escape!

His heart beat. It beat hard and heavy. They had cornered him. They had ran him into this corner, expecting to take him away. To take away his freedom. It made him angry. Very angry.

He had expected them to leave when they found the warnings. The little signs here and there, clearly stating he didn't want to be found. But they ignored it. For whatever reason, they ignored it. And they were going to suffer for it.

They were back in his cave, the creatures, the ponies, standing aggressively, looking towards him. A plethora of Technicolor, they even had one garbed in rainbow. They were a bit different from the equines of his homeland, but they still held the obvious similarities that marked them as such. Hooves, mane and tail, body structure for stability and stamina, teeth bared showing molars, they were so obviously equine.

But they were different. Some had wings, others had horns, their muzzles tightened and minimized so one could be capable of speech and still protect the inside of the mouth and face. He had already heard them speak, and order his surrender, a refusal of which resulted in this situation. They could fly, they could break all known laws of physics and the magical signature in the air registered titans, two greater still to come.

The Rainbow one shouted something out from the air. She was covering the entrance, flitting around and protecting more area because of it. The orange and pink ones were off to the side readying their weapons, looking an odd combination, but matching in the group dynamic. The white marshmallow raised her head from staring at me, to talk to her in a haughty voice, saying something about manners in such.

'It is pointless.'

The butter yellow one simply hid behind the group, trying to shy away from the conflict. It didn't seem to work for her, but she shuffled behind the lavender one anyways.

The lavender one. Oh, how I hate lavender, and that hate bleeds over to my current opinion of the equine female in front of me. She silently observes me as I observe their group, offering no opinions to her companions until she has fulfilled her diagnostics. She is obviously the leader behind this small crew and the one who had chosen to make this foolish trip.

She tilted her head. Curious. Does she realize what I'm doing? Does she know I'm figuring them out? ...This should be a surprise for them. It won't be pleasant.

'Kill them.'

I had resisted the voice for a while. The malicious thought striving to trigger the reactions that I had before arriving in this place. It wanted the rage. It wanted my hate. It wanted me to rip a hole in the universe and destroy everything. I was sorely tempted to do so, as well. But not right now. Only when I had had my fill of life.

The Pink one moved in the peripheral of my vision. Hopping up and down, a perpetual smile on its face, it slowly moved around me. Ha, I know this trick. It's a technique to make people nervous, to distract them until you can put a bullet or a needle in their neck. Sharks do it in the wild. Slowly drifting around a target before striking, making them panic into a mistake. Time to move.

'Bleed them dry.'

I jumped to the left. It was time to start this shebang, and I had a smile on my face at the prospect of a good fight.  I was close to the orange one, and she threw the rope into my feint, and I dodged it easily. Though now I was in the line of fire for the cannon.

It shot a projectile of some unknown mass. It was easy to bend around the shots. Finally they had all reacted, and a melee of proportions had started. I knew this was a distraction, and I had already figured out the best way to escape. They had lost.

The white one shot a beam of magic towards me, already having drifted into the perfect location. I dodged around, moving into a jump upon her back, where the rainbow one began to strike at me. I merely waited a few moments before jumping upon her back and performing a full body clutch. I shifted her joints around briefly until she couldn't move in my grasp and followed by using her as a trampoline to land on Miss Lavender, who I gave a firm kick to the back of the head.

They were down for the count, only the shy one left. There was no need to bother with her, and the rest were simply a tangle of limbs and unconscious bodies.

'They're here.'

It was right. The massive sources of power were here and I could no longer leave. I had taken too long and the pile of equines were already stirring, each one only down for a few minutes.

By the time I had finished the thought, I was surrounded on all sides. I abandoned the smile, and frowned. This was not the plan. Did I not have enough time?

They were angry. I understood that. I understood their wrath, being played with, tormented, constantly bothered by enemies in a state where one had no asylum. I knew their tricks. I knew how they would react.

It had been a long time since I had felt the rush. That thrill, once found could never be returned. I was bound to it forever. It was ironic that I would find it here. Among the land of ponies. A place I once worshipped as freedom loving, as tolerating, had turned out to be the most terrifying location of them all. There would be no hope for me, no future to be found.

In the final corner, I would never leave them with the satisfaction of fulfillment. They would not imprison me, I would rather die.

I took out the knife, hidden in my pocket, never having planned to have used it. My frown turned into  a cocky smirk. I had no time left. I took an aggressive step forward, startling the ponies…and plunged it into my neck.

Smile still on my face, the pain screaming at me, I dragged the tool of my demise through my torso. The ponies all stared in horror. I smiled, finally able to definitively run away.

They tried to stop me from pulling the knife out of my chest. They failed, and I stabbed it into my liver.

Tears rolled down their faces, shock the only emotion registered. I was destroying this body in front of their eyes, my last display of resistance.  I would cackle, but my throat was torn. So I whispered the words I had been dying to say to them all since this game first started.

"…Fuck…you…You won't…take me…"

As I struggled to stay awake, the smile still on my face, I fell forward. I would leave the world without satisfaction. Just as it had done to me. My final moments, telling me I had had a good life despite its cruelty, caused me to laugh. The wet gurgle, hacking cough, whatever had come out, had finally done it. The ponies dropped. They fell…almost in a human caricature of despair.

I smiled…and fell asleep for the last time…leaving that world, leaving life behind.

I was finally satisfied.