Lone Colt

by Thunder Seethe

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other, Romance, Original Character
Length: 3654

Alone

A lone colt. In his young years he pursued his crush, but to his consent, he finds that he'd rather have a different type of power that he wishes to master. It can't be done, with the path of love. Ten years later, he is struck with amnesia. He must relearn why he keeps returning.

Published 2012-04-21 23:54:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-07 02:41:28 UTC

Day in Day out

Lone Colt

Thunder Seethe

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Day in Day out

Another Day on my Lonely Street. I awoke in the dark room I decided to house myself in. A job? Yea I have one. Sure. Its stealing... do I enjoy it? Of course I do. In fact, at the same time I'm teaching in the most direct way possible. I'm only a young colt after all. If I'm right, I should be eight years old, and nine in three days. I even got my cutie mark... Thursday, January first, the same day my parents died. Just like yesterday and all the other days before. No pony helped us, they just walked by and spat at the ground in front of us. When it rained, we would flee under trees leaving nature our only hope. Sadly, my parents took to kindly of nature. She would always believe to much. She always believed that one day... one day I would have a chance at life, and to succeed. How was she the ignorant one.

On that day of January first, my parents death, it was tragic and still haunts me today. I would only be able to watch too. I was only four. I could comprehend... understand pain of others... know that you can't trust. If its one thing my father taught me, it was to not trust. When things go wrong, trusting others will make things worst. If only he had stuck around to tell me sooner, or if I had been less ignorant... then maybe I could have enlightened my mother before she was murdered. In broad daylight.

~Five Years Ago~

There was a stallion who said that he was willing to help. She believed him, and I did too. He seemed like the fancy pony. He seemed like the reliable pony to go to when things went wrong, and we were just oblivious to his existence. He offered us to a small house for the time being. He led us into an alley while my mother had just been thanking him the whole time, blind of what was coming to her. Had I mentioned that this is where I've learned my first spell? Books are just a way of tricking you to be limited. Books just want you to know what everypony else knows. The writer will be exceeding while the others only catch up. I on the other hoof, didn't believe in books and school. I believed that if I were to just learn the concept of simple spells, then advanced spells won't be as different. The understanding of the concept will be the hardest part. Spells were tricky like that, but I was still at the advantage. I would never give up.

The stallion led us through a gate, and we were now trapped. We just didn't know it yet... until we heard the clicking of the lock. Now trapped, we were set to panic. That was all my mother could do anyway. She coward in fear, and she threw me away from the scene that she now knew, would be the end of her. I knew what was coming as well.

I was more than small at the time, standing just about one and a half feet tall. Just about three feet shorter than my mom. I also pinned out a small hole that I could probably fit through. This would be my best chance for escape. Without needing permission, I sprinted for the hole to crawl and cower. The hole was dark and grew large as I crept deeper. I needed light.

For a few minutes, I just sat there squinting, putting all the concentration and willpower I had into my horn. With my luck, it started to glow and produce a powerful light that showed me the way. I was in the sewers that I’ve heard to be inhabited by a gang. This is where I’ve earned my rather… special talent.

Me still being younger than I am now, I have been put in a very unique position. Murders were rare, and I have just witnessed my own mother in the midst of death. I ran being the selfish, uncaring colt I am. I learned that this too, would be found to be a good trait to carry. Selfishness will lead to good things in the long run. If you are too generous, you'll lose everything. You'll attract hoarders and beggars. They won't leave you alone, and will make you feel guilty, because they have just seen a generous act. They will try and bomb your feelings to get what they want. That is what I was feeling. Guilt. I have just abandoned my mother just as how my father abandoned me, except this time... death was the fate.

Out of the mere darkness ahead, a red aura from a unicorn shot at me. My reaction was to dodge, but I was still being shuddered at the memories of my mother, along with the imagery of her being cut and incapacitated. Resulting in the somewhat powerful strike injuring my chest. I fell back into the puddle of this somewhat corridor. I was such a wimp at the time. I could have gotten up, but I lay there pretending to be disabled or dead. At the time, all I was thinking about was getting them pass. Me showing all the weakness I had, attracted them more like bee's to their nest.

I opened my eyes, just enough to see two stallions and one mare in front of me. All unicorns, the one on the right had a black mane, and white coat. They all looked the same. Probably their gang rule or something. Contemplating on what to do next just led me to lay there in shock. Vulnerable. Scrambling for what the correct decision would be, and where it would take me from there. I whimpered softly, and I still scorn myself for being a whimp. No matter on my age, or what has happened recently at the time. I should have showed no fear. I whimpered a little more. Barely audible, but enough to get their attention, as they walked closer to me with no fear. Why should they, my fear was showing, and they could hear it.

"Humph... thought we actually had a challenge. We should just kill him for the fun of it." His horn began to shine on his head as I slowly arose from the ground. My whimpering quickly turned into frantic yelling, and hyperventilating.

"No... not yet anyway. He may show of some importance." the one on the left said with the tone of demand. "He looks old enough to talk. Maybe... he can give us an ideal place to hit. Do you know an address that could have potential young colt?" He grinned and turned to me.

The middle unicorn nodded and proceeded to interrogate. He told the other two to restrain me, and they did so with their magic. I only knew one spell at the time... all it did was produce light.

The middle unicorn introduced herself. Her names Starlight, quite the contradictory name since she lives underground. She slapped my face as she demanded information. I don't know what makes them think that I knew anything about address's or anything. My once gray coat turned black, and my mane wasn't even a color anymore! I don't have anything on me, nor any knowledge to give. A lie though... could fulfill their need.

I began thinking of all the places I knew, and all the street names. They seemed like they've never been outside before, and if they did... it's been a while. Chances are, they won't remember or recognize any street names I'll give them. I will need a bit of truth in this lie. Never lie without truth, this will always give you something to back up on, or time to figure out another lie.

This and more played through my head repeatedly until I figured something out.

"Stop hitting me." The mare stopped and was taken aback by my demanding response despite all the tears dripping from my eyes. "I know a few places. You'll need to show me the way out. Not the way I came from, but a different exit." I can't go back to that scene. For all I know, that serial killer may still be hanging around.

"Okay..." If she's to believe in me. Then she is the dumbest unicorn I've ever met. Aside from my mother of course, she shouldn't have trusted anypony especially at the state we were in. Things only could have gotten worst.

At least she's listening to me, and she seems to trust me... somewhat.

"There's a few area's I know of, its in an alley. You ponies seem to enjoy ruining peoples lives, so you're very much like me. I may hate it myself making me a hypocrite I guess... but it brings joy to my eyes. I will not however, join your cult and become one of you. I'm a lone colt to say the least. I work alone, and I plan to stay that way. If you agree upon these terms then I'll proceed to give you a destination to soothe your urge of murder and greed." They nodded.

"Good. Now first. Let me go. I don't want any funny business after I spill the information." The three grinned and acknowledged my superior thoughts. They let me go and I dropped to the hard concrete floor. "Now, follow what I say. First, stand where I was coming from." They proceeded and stood where I came from. "Now, I'll tell you directions. If you follow that path going straight, you'll find a sewer hole. I came from there. Hopefully one of you could find a way through. If not, then you'll need to find another way around. I'm certain you know your way around here anyway. Once you get outside, there should be an abandoned apartment building. It's label is '289H'. Inside you'll find a bunch of looters, thugs, and possibly a bunch of bits. I haven't been there, but I've seen who's come out. They looked decently rich."

The looks on their faces somewhat brightened. They gave me a friendlier smile and put their heads up high. Starlight turned her head towards the other two and motioned them to get going. She turned her head back to me, then moved closer to me. She whispered in my ear, "Thanks for the information. Don't you dare tell anyone about this." She chuckled a bit more. "Lets be sure." she cast a spell on me. I'm still unsure of what it does, and I don't really care. "If you are lying, then Luna have mercy on your soul." She turned around, and trotted for her followers.

I barely got my magic working again after that incident. What came out of it was a joy of lying. Its more than that. I found the joy of deceiving.

When I had gotten out of that dreadful tunnel, I stumbled upon a park. Not ever thinking, and still demoralized by those incidents, I walked inside seeking for something to soothe my anger and remorse. I came across a bench which I had took the will to sit on. On the side of me, was a can of root beer. Unopened, and how would it just so happen to be here... with seemingly no owner. I took it, popped the lid and jugged it down. When I was finished, I tossed it at the nearby tree to the right of me without any regret or second thoughts of 'I'm littering or I should just toss this in the trash.' Nothing matters now.

I blankly stared at the daylight enjoying the heat coming from Celestia's sun. I was beginning to calm down, for the first time, in a long time. I was beginning to fall asleep, and from the current events... I shouldn't sleep here. Not in the open.

I opened my eyes and straight ahead, I saw a filly. She was an earth pony with a long blonde mane, and white coat. Her cutie mark was also absent. She must be as young as me. A part of me wanted to talk to her, but I was still partially traumatized from my recent loss. I just sat there staring sheepishly into space.

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Now that you know about my past, now you should have better understanding of what my life is like now. I am the same, with the lack of fear. If I get caught by a guard, I simply teleport out of their hands. I mastered telekinesis making it easier to snatch bags, or snatch from bags.

I have made a somewhat living out of it, and still not in custody.

Everyday of my life, I have visited that same park after I got out of the sewers. It was relaxing, and a place for me to clear my mind. At least... that's what I keep telling myself. The other half, was probably because of that filly I saw when I was still just a colt. I have also discovered what the spell did to me... it is probably the most cruel thing that even I would never do. Worst then killing, and worst then death. It's torture without pain. It toyed with my psychologically for my entire life, and prevented me from many things. Gladly, it didn't hold back my talent to deceive ponies. It just made it harder.

She had made me mute.

Anticipation

Lone Colt

Thunder Seethe

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Ch. 2

The Perfect Day

Of all the things she could have done to me. She took away my voice. I haven't ever used it before since the incident... was that why?

I let it go after a while. I realized that arguing about the past never changes anything. You'll just need to carry on with your life, or whatever you have left. I walked to the park where I had first met her. I don't deny it anymore. I like her, she looks really pretty. I never really bothered to do anything about it though. I just. Sat there and stared hoping that maybe. Just maybe today would be the day she actually comes to that park.

Pity now isn't it... I don't even know her or have any background on what she's like. I haven't even approached her... even if I did, how can we communicate. I could try telepathy, but I haven't learnt that spell yet. It's also one of the more challenging ones considering. You know what, forget it. This feeling will probably pass.

Yet... I still find myself staring deep into those luminous gray and blue eyes. She glanced back at me, and I immediately looked away uncomfortably. Is she walking over here? Oh Luna... I moved aside to allow her a seat, not sure why. It's unlike me to be so polite. She took her seat.

"So... what's your name?" I looked down and to the left away from her. I closed my eyes slightly so I could block out whatever light came from her resplendent mane.

"Not the talker... well I guess I'll just sit here with you for now." She had a voice of a seraph, sent from one of the guardians, or perhaps Celestia or Luna themselves.

With any luck... with my luck... should I attempt it? No. There's no way.

Why won't you speak? Her voice seemed to be the same. I didn't cast the telepathy magic... her magic is superior.

... She turned towards me, and gave me a smile. I vacillated for some time. I looked away, then back. She was still smiling, but beginning to tear up. She looked away. She's making me soft isn't she.

I don't talk, simply because I have no choice. If I wanted to talk, I would. If I don't then I desist.

Is it not that you won't talk because you can't? Or is it simply because I'm not worth while.

It's one of those three, but talking within my mind makes me soft. I wish to talk aloud, but I'm afraid that in the circumstance that I'm in...

It's impossible. We said so simultaneously.

I looked up at her smirking as she understood the situation I had been put in. I know this has to be done. I don't want to, but this may be my only chance. My affliction will subside.

May I ask... why do you want to speak to a guy like me? Shouldn't your parents be watching you?

They should, but you seem... like an okay guy.

Then you should be acquainted with this information. I am a criminal. A villain. I steal bags, grab their bits and run. Few occasions, I have told lies to get myself out of trouble, and sometimes... I don't even know when I'm lying, or telling the truth. In fact, I don't remember the last time I've been honest. Now let me tell you honestly, that I am really a bad guy. Should you choose to believe me or not.

She gazed at me contemplating, and assimilating all the information. She probably wanted to run.

If you wish. You may run now. I looked away and closed my eyes. I attentively listened and awaited the hoofs hitting the grass, and galloping away. I anticipated that, or a slap across my noggin.

Nothing.

"Anticipating your loss, is the first step to your success." - Thunder Seethe

A/N: You may have many interpretations of my quote. Hopefully, at least one of you understand it.

Amnesia

Lone Colt

Thunder Seethe

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Ch. 3

The Perfect Day

"Look... I don't care about that. I mean, I do... but I don't. Just... Just don't do it again. Here, take some bits." She went through her bag then laid out whatever she seemed to snatch. A gold bit, three silver, and eight brown. One hundred-sixty eight bits... I'm not taking this.

No. I don't want to be accounted with such money. I refuse to take such an offer.

"Take it. Please."

I think... it's time for me to go.

"Not until you take this. Please, my family's rich anyway. Just do it!"

Why are you so persistent? It's aggravating, and nonsensical!

"Because I- just... never mind then." She hastily moved up as tears started to form in her eyes. She threw the bits at me as she galloped away crying. As much as I hated to do this, it was mandatory.

If I didn't do this, I will become soft. I can't let that happen. It'll be a loss, and followed by a series of those episodes. I will become weak, I will be...

I am alone.

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Ten Years Later

I don't know why I'm still here. I have forgotten why this place was so special. The same bench I have been using is already corrupt, and yet. I still live in this dying state. I haven't moved anywhere. I have mastered the art of thievery and deceiving. I live on dirty money, but probably better than any other ludicrous slavery. I have a reputation on the streets for doing jobs that most ponies couldn't do. Simple things. Raiding an enemy gang, stealing from the rich, giving to the poor, and reuniting those who hate each other.

My life is full of making one life happy, and make the others suffer. I am proud of it. I enjoy it. It's a lifestyle, and a vow. A creed, no. It's more of a hobby that gives you money and respect from the anonymous. I'm good at it, it is a talent, it is a job, it is a hobby. It's a unique life, only because it's mines.

I have grown. I still have the same attributes. I have been built for the worst. This golden bit... I don't remember where it came from. I just never spent it. I kept it, and well... it became my good luck token. I took it with me everywhere I went. Whether it be an assignment, or me being myself. I don't know the meaning of kindness. I don't want to know it, it'll make me weak in this cruel world. Kindness are for the ponies who befriend others so they can create a group, like a mediocre alliance that doesn't do anything. They claim they are the true beings, and we are the weak ones. When they themselves are unable to fend for themselves.

Knowledge is power. What is it when you combine it with physical strength? It is nothing. No two could solely exist between one entity. Not only is it profanity, it is factual. You're either one, or the other. Then there are ponies like me. We know how to get around, we aren't intelligent. We are adept, which I'd suppose is slightly below mastery. We know what to say, when to say it. We're the best liars, we won't be caught. Alternatively, the victim of this crude way will be entangled in a never ending circle of lies. They will be stuck in the labyrinth being drove into each and every dead end.

Ponies like me, tend to not forget. We are good with words. We are sly. We are the unforgiving, the relentless without the physical force. Ponies like me... are the worst kind of ponies.

We enjoy that title, and we live that title.

We own it.

"There is no such thing as forgetting. We live them as fragmentations of our daily lives. We live them, we seek them. But, we already have them. Now we just have to put them together." - Thunder Seethe