The Survival: Beginning With Pain

Chapter 1

The Visions

"Ah!" screamed Quill Tale when he sprang awake.

"W-Where the hell am I?" He said to himself.

Quill Tale got up off the gravel he once laid upon. He looked down and was suprised! How did he get here! Where exactly was he? So many unanswered questions flew through Quill's head. He noticed that he was in his black hoodie, jeans, and white shoes. But it was very odd. His jeans were ripped, burned a little. His long brown hair was dirty, greasy and dusty. Quill looked down at his shoes, they were covered in dried mud. He took off his hoodie, seeing that it was ripped a bit, also covered in small amounts of blood hardly visible to the eye. A brush of wind came and chilled Quill's skin. He put his hoodie and hugged himself to generate body heat.

"S-So cold," Quill said while shivering, and observing his visible breath blow from his mouth.

Quill Tale looked around him, it seemed to him that he was in an abandoned warehouse, the more he wandered around, he noticed that he was in a steel mill. Quill gazed at the broken ceiling windows, the steel beams that held the roof were very rusted. He couldn't believe that the building was still standing with such lousy support! He kept walking across the gravel, dirt, and wooden planks that were beneath his feet. He saw that the walls were covered in graffiti, Quill also saw that beams of moon light came through the broken windows, illuminating a majority of the entire mill. Quill kept walking, on the way, he saw small pool of green water. What sat in the water were rusted pipes and construction helmets, the water had color of light moss green. It looked very toxic.

"My gosh... that looks radiated... I need to stay away from that," Quill whispered to himself.

Quill's ear then picked up a creaking sound. He looked up to where the sound was coming from, A rusted metal beam was creaking very loudly. The room started to creak too. Quill Tale frowned deeply as he looked up.

"Oh no," Quill said, "Fuck'n hell."

He picked up his feet and ran away from the beam as the bolts started to break off of it, the beam started to tilt, then drop from where it was attached to. The volume of the creaking sounds grew even louder! The beam started to fall, the roof with it. Quill looked back while running, seeing that the metal beam was going to fall right on him, he jumped to a wall on his left. He hugged the wall while the beam hit the ground, making a loud pound sound. Quill Tale turned his head to his left, looking at the part of the roof crumbling down to the ground.

"THAT WAS CLOSE!"

Quill got off of the wall, stepped over the beam, and walked on. Trying to find a way out of this place. Quill couldn't stand it here at all, he felt watched from all around. Quill would constantly look back to make sure that he wasn't being followed by someone. But then, he looked into the distance, and saw a glowing orange light.

"S-Someone's here! It might be someone who could help!" Quill told himself. "Wait... I don't trust it..."

Quill looked around the place he stood at, searching the terrain around him, he found a lead pipe. Good for swingin' it upside someone's head. Quill picked up the lead pipe and walked towards the orange glow. It seemed to be like fire, being that it's the most logical assumption to make at this point. Quill got to a wall, the glow was coming from around the corner. He peeked his head out and saw five men in worn out clothing sitting around a fire, roasting severed arms. Quill became sick to his stomach and quietly walked away.

"Where do you think you're going, pretty boy!?" a grotesque man said right in front of Quill Tale.

The man grabbed Quill's arm, but Quill quickly reacted by kicking the man in the stomach. The kick that Quill delivered forced the man back. Quill then charged at the disgusting man and swung the pipe at his head, making a large gash on the side of his head, also making him fall to the ground. Quill caught his breath and looked behind him. The five men were standing directly behind him holding large pipes, nail guns and spiked bats. One man came at him and struck his head with tremendous force, and all of the sudden, everything went black.

"Aaah!" Quill shouted as he opened his eyes, to see that he was in his classroom.

The class laughed at him while Ms. Cheerilee looked at him in a disappointed manner.

"Aw dammit, not again," Quill said. "Just what I need."

The bell rang, and the students grabbed their books and backpacks, and sped out of the room. A cute girl with Rainbow hair, wearing a blue and yellow soccer jersey let out her hand. Quill grabbed it and the girl helped lift him up out of his desk.

"You have a neck for interrupting the class! Hehe..." The girl said.

"I guess so, Rainbow Dash. Where's Soarin'?" Quill questioned.

"Right here," Soarin' said as he wrapped his arm around Quill Tale's neck. "You gotta quit sleeping in class, Quill! You're dreams are so insane that they're making you scream bloody murder!"

"Soarin', how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not having dreams, these are visions." Quill explained.

"Oh well, lets just get going, boys! Thunderlane is waiting for us outside," Rainbow Dash said.

Quill Tale then grabbed his book bag, wrapped it around his shoulders and walked out of the class with his friends.

"Don't forget, you three! You have to get the questions in Chapters 1-3 in by tomorrow!" Ms. Cheerilee said to the three.

Quill Tale raised a thumbs up to Ms. Cheerilee. She smiled as Quill walked with his friends down the hall. They soon made it outside the school. Thunderlane was flirting with Cloudchaser. Thunderlane didn't notice the three walk out of the doors. Rainbow Dash giggled as Thunderlane failed to impress Cloudchaser. Quill giggled with her.

"Yeah, you're waaay out of your league, pal!" Cloudchaser exclaimed playfully.

Thunderlane frowned, sighed. and brushed back is grayish white Mohawk. Cloudchaser walked pass Quill and the others, Thunderlane watched Cloudchaser walk away, leading him to notice his three friends.

"There you guys are! What took you so long? Quill dreaming again?" Thunderlane asked.

"Yep! Haha!" Soarin' replied.

Rainbow Dash, Soarin, and Thunderlane laughed. Quill Tale got enraged and raised his voice at them.

"Dammit, they aren't dreams, you guys! They're too REAL to be dreams. They're visions!" Quill Tale explained in slight rage.

"Calm down, Quill! Tell us about this 'vision' of yours." Rainbow Dash asked.

The four Senior high school friends moved from the school to the sidewalk. Quill vividly explained his vision in explicit detail to his friends. Soarin' thought it was weird, Rainbow Dash got interested, but Thunderlane didn't know what to think of it. Quill Tale talked about how hard he swung the metal pipe at the man's head. Quill knows the difference between a vision and a dream quite well! Ever since he started having these visions, he realized that they were even more real and vivid than dreams. He studied dreams and visions for awhile just to make sure that he WASN'T crazy.

"Wow, that was creeeepy..." Soarin' stated.

"I like how you smacked that dick-bag upside the head!" Rainbow Dash said.

"Bro, you would have been CRUSHED by that frigg'n beam, Quill!" Thunderlane reminded Quill

"But I found out that you forget half of your dream in five minutes after waking up. It's been 15 minutes since I woke up in class, and I remember every part of it. It was a vision, you guys. I'm telling you the truth, I'm not crazy!" Quill Tale exclaimed to his friends.

"Quill, we never once said that you were crazy! We just think that you're just having dreams. Well, here's my stop. G'bye, guys!" Soarin' told Quill.

Soarin' walked off of the sidewalk, across the street to his house. Rainbow Dash and Thunderlane remained strolling with Quill Tale.

"Okay, if they're not dreams, and just IF they're visions. Why is a vision so important to you?" Thunderlane asked.

"I read that in ancient times, they used visions to predict the future. Some came true while most of the visions they had were really dreams. I researched this, Thunderlane. I'm worried that I'll get a vision of something more horrific." Quill Tale answered.

Thunderlane then saw his house, waved his friends goodbye until the next day, and walked away. Rainbow Dash then smiled since Quill and her were all alone.

"So...uhh... Do you have a girlfriend, Quill Tale?" Rainbow Dash questioned while blushing.

"No," Quill said. "And honestly, I don't care as of now, Rainbow Dash. I've got more to worry about than relationships."

"Well, did you have any crushes in your life at all?"

"Nah, not really, Rainbow. I don't focus on girls too much. That doesn't mean that I'm gay! I just very occupied." Quill told Rainbow Dash

"I see. Well, if you wanna talk about anything, ANYTHING at all! Just call me, okay?"

"I'll be sure to, Rainbow Dash!" Quill Tale responded.

Rainbow Dash walked across the street smiling and blushing. She had a big crush on Quill Tale. Quill Tale was a person with a great, detailed personality. Quill and Rainbow Dash grew up ever since they were kids. She liked him because he loved to talk about anything openly and manage to get people interested in him. One thing he would never talk about was his dad, and Rainbow Dash knew why. It makes her worry about Quill's sanity every time she thinks about it. Eventually, Quill made it to his house. He opened his door, his mother sat on the couch, drinking a bottle of Peppermint Shnapps. Quill's mother, Stroke Tale was very abusive to him.

"Take out the damn garbage you delinquent!" Stroke Tale yelled.

Quill's smile from Rainbow Dash turned into a frown. The house was very depressing. Nothing ever exciting happened at this house. The house was alive when Quill's brother, Run Time, and Quill's sister, Shine-Bright were here. But since they graduated, they left and Quill was stuck with his single mother.

"I'll DO IT SOON, mom!" Quill shouted back

Quill's life wasn't exactly the best, as a matter of fact, his life wasn't even good. The only time he ever felt happiness was at school, with his friends. And after endless pain from his mother, he still loved her very much, because Quill knew why she was so mean, dirty, and rotten. But then, Quill walked into his room, threw his bookbag on his bed, pulled out the chair at his desk, and sat on the chair and started up his laptop.

"Now there has to be more of an answer somewhere. I need more answers." Quill said to himself.

He logged on his laptop, opened up his browser and typed away at his keyboard. Searching for the reason for visions, he couldn't seem to find an answer that he had never seen before.

"God dammit," Quill said. "Isn't there a total reason for my visions?"

Then all of the sudden, he was on a street, in a city. This was odd, he was just at his desk! But that didn't matter now, Quill Tale doesn't know how he got here, but he didn't care. Quill looked around himself, people were running past him, the people were ditching their cars. The sky was dark grey, rain poured down upon Quill and the people who sped past him. Quill was wearing the same clothes, but he held a double-barrel shotgun in his hands for some reason.

"What the fuck is going on?" Quill asked himself.

Quill noticed that the shotgun was already loaded. He walked pass the people and the abandoned cars. He felt something on his back, he thought it was a person, so he reached his arm around and felt a strap, it was his bookbag. Quill got curious about what the people were running from.  So he ran towards it, running past the people. Quill looked to his left and to his right while running. He looked down alley ways, he saw a little girl in one alley. A man stood up and put the barrel of a pistol at a little girl's head.

"Hey! STOP!" Quill shouted at the man.

The man didn't listen, Quill ran the man and put the two barrels of his shotgun at the man's head. The man cocked back his pistol, his finger was about to pull the trigger.

"Are you DEAF!? STOP!" Quill shouted again.

The man, once again, did not listen. Quill closed his eyes, then pulled the trigger, Quill heard a loud pop. He opened his eyes and saw that the man was on the ground, his head was blown to pieces. The girl was screaming. Quill was devastated and dropped his shotgun. He got on his knees and looked into the girls eyes, saying,

"Shhh! Ssshhhhh... It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I won't hurt you. Where are your parents?"

"Th-They went that way!" She cried as she pointed to the direction where the people were running.

"Okay, we're gonna get you back to your parents. What's your name, kiddo?" Quill asked.

"Star-Shine..." the little girl replied.

Quill then picked up his shotgun, the pistol that the man had, and then the girl. He held the girl to his shoulder, while having the shotgun in right hand, and the pistol in his pocket. He ran to the direction where the people ran to. He kept shouting,

"ANYONE HERE HAVE A CHILD LOST!? ANYONE HAVE A CHILD NAMED STAR-SHINE!?"

"Yes! ME!" a woman yelled

Quill ran to the sound of the woman's voice. He got closer and closer. But, he heard a sound of gunfire. Quill looked back and saw tanks, soldier after soldier running at the people. Quill ran more to the woman. He got close enough to see the mother of the child, it was his sister. Quill blotted it out of his mind and got to the woman and handed the child over to her.

"Q-Quill!? What are you doing here? And why do you have that gun!?" said the Woman.

"I don't know, Shine-Bright. Why didn't you tell me I had a frigg'n niece!? Uggh, that doesn't matter now, JUST RUN!" Quill replied to Shine-Bright.

Quill turned his head to see his brother, Run Time. A group of people were jumping him. Quill noticed he had a backstrap on his bookbag. He put his shotgun within the strap and pulled out the pistol from his pocket. Quill aimed it at one man's head, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew to his head. The bullet blew into his skull, making him fall over, dead. The people looked at the dead body, and turned their heads to the shooter.

"Step away from him or all of you will be filled with lead! Got me!?" Quill yelled.

The people then ran away, leaving Run Time bleeding. Quill put away the pistol and ran to his beaten brother.

"Run Time! You're going to be alright!" Quill told his older brother.

Quill looked at Run's stomach, it was covered in blood. he was bleeding heavily. Run Time struggled to pant, he was hardly breathing...

"Y-You were shot.....No....NO" Quill said in anger.

Run Time closed his eyes, his breathing ceased. Quill started to tear up, his brother didn't even speak... Run Time was deceased...And Quill woke up.