Boomer's Crisis

Chapter 4 The Death Of Pinkie Pie

“Run faster!” He yelled. But in truth, although Pinkie Pie was shorter than he, she was younger, and not nearly as winded as he was. He was having trouble keeping up with her.

Just before they crossed the rift, something tackled them from behind. Boomer tumbled across the ground, but quickly jumped back to his hooves, turning to face the new threat.

He was through the rift, but one of the shadow creatures had grabbed Pinkie Pie, and still had her beyond the rift, back in the Nightmare realm. It raised her up with one great hand, and reached for her with its other. From its posture, Boomer could tell it was getting ready to wring out the bright pink pony like a dish towel.

Just like Giggles.

All thought ceased.

Rage, terror and fury were all that existed for Boomer as he bellowed, “Get away from my SISTER!” And he boomed.

Words can’t even begin to describe the blast that issued forth from that single middle aged pony. Before, his greatest explosions had always been accomplished with his eyes and horn glowing white hot. This time, Boomer’s entire being flashed blindingly quicksilver white. Instead of a blast radius, as had been the case with the first Nightmare realm invasion, Boomer’s destructive energy shot forth in a blinding beam several meters across. Anything it touched burned away so completely, not even ash was left. If you were capable of listening fast enough, you would know that the beam itself didn’t even make a sound. It was the air rushing back into the hole the beam had cut through everything that made the thunderous crack.

Boomer came back to himself a fraction of a second later. The blast wave was still rippling out from where the beam had gone through. In front of him, was the smoking crescent of where the bottom quarter of his beam had plowed through the ground. It was as smooth as glass, and glowing red hot. It extended about ten meters ahead of him, and then abruptly ended; right where the rift had been.

He’d destroyed the rift.

And Pinkie Pie had been on the other side of it.

He’d, destroyed, the rift.

Boomer collapsed to the ground. His heart was so shattered, he couldn’t even cry. What was he going to tell Pinkie Pie’s father, the only friend Boomer really had? How was he going to tell him, that he’d just destroyed his little girl? Why couldn’t HE have been the one on the other side of the rift, and her back here safe?

Turning away in shame, Boomer nearly ran into a bright pink pony that had been standing behind him. Her mane and tail were straight back, like she was walking directly into a fierce wind, even though there was not even a breeze. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open as she stared at the blast channel. The way she stood there perfectly still, and the look on her face made him wonder if maybe she was simple minded. But then she blinked and said, “That, was, AMAZING!!!!” and began to bounce around like a spring in pony form.

Blinking, Boomer looked at the hyper energetic pony before him. But it couldn’t be. He shook his head, and looked again. “Pinkie Pie?”

She ran over and grabbed him, a hoof on either of his cheeks, looking deep into his eyes, and bellowed, “Do it AGAIN!”

Oh yeah. It was her alright. But, how? Then he realized that when he turned around, she had been standing directly in his blast shadow, AGAIN.

And with that mystery solved, Boomer did what any pony that had done what he had, and been through what he had, would do. He fell over sideways, passing out from the injuries, strain and exhaustion before he even hit the ground.