The Saga of RK Act 1.

Chirp. Tweet. The sound of birds outside awoke me from my deep rest. I was still in my hospital bed. No, A hospital bed. Those talking ponies were fake. They can't possibly be real. I will open my eyes and be in the Northwest Memorial hospital, away from the sweet water and multi-colored pegasusses. Or is it pegasi? I began hearing little children speak.

"Oh, who is that?"

"Whats wrong with him?"

"He's got funny looking legs and hooves"

Oh no. Did I hear that right? Please tell me I misinterpreted that.

"Okay, little fillies, we need to go. Uncle Jack needs to rest."

Ah, you gotta be kidding me. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping that when I looked it would just be a family of human beings using "hooves" and "fillies" instead of "hands" and "kids". I looked and saw a pink unicorn and two kids, one white with a horn and one red with wings.

"No, no, no. I'm still high off those drugs, these are hallucinations."

I looked up and saw the IV bag, near empty. But nothing felt numb, so I couldn't be on medical pain killers. I looked at my chest and stared at it, awe-stricken. My bandages were gone and there wasn't a single wound on my chest! The only evidence to suggest that I was ever attacked was scar tissue that riddled my chest where I was stabbed. I took in a deep breath and felt my heart beat against my rib cage.

"RK? Oh, you're awake. That's great news! We're gonna take you to the Physical Rehabilitation center to see if you have fully recovered." Nurse Redheart spoke softly.

It was only now that I detected a bit of fear in her eyes. What kind of reputation did humans have here? Murderers, probably.

"Can you walk?" The nurse asked.

I swung my feet over to the right side of the bed, stood up and quickly got back into the groove of walking.

"Oh, that's a very good sign! You are recovering at the fastest rate anypony has before! It takes about three days to get used to walking after the lacerations you have suffered." The nurse said, joyfully.

" I actually had a question, well two, I've been meaning to ask." I said to the nurse.

"I will answer them to the best of my abilities." The nurse said ,honestly.

"First, I was cut deep by a knife and somehow I healed overnight. How did that happen?" I asked.

"Your condition went critical in the night. Your heart almost stopped! But we put you under IMT, or Intense Magical Treatment. We used the best healing spells we could find to reboot your heart and seal up those cuts. We completely re-enforced you muscles and skin, but scar tissue had developed just enough that you now have little dark markings, but little else. And what was your second question?"

I was busy thinking about the fact that I died.

"Uh... Oh yeah, where are my clothes?"

"Oh, they are being washed. Decreases the likeliness of later  infection."

I thanked the fact that I decided to wear jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie to work instead of my suit. Thank goodness for Casual Fridays!

I walked out to the training gym, in my newly washed clothes, and saw that it looked pretty basic. A couple of weights, a treadmill, and a weird staircase thing that goes nowhere.

"Okay, Mr. RK, My name is Dr. Redcross, I will be your Physical Rehabilitation instructor."

The doctor was a light gray unicorn with a brown mane and tail  who wore a doctors coat.

"Now, the first test is to simply lift the twenty pound weight for as long as you can. If you hold it for thirty seconds, you pass the strength portion of rehabilitation."

I lifted the weigh with ease, holding it for the thirty seconds required.

"Good, the next step is to walk on this treadmill for ten minutes or run at twenty miles per hour for five."

I looked at him, eyes wide.

"Er... okay, ten miles per hour for five minutes."

The run was a breeze, to feel my heart beat against the pain was what encouraged me to keep running. Unfortunately, the treadmill stops after a certain amount of time, so my body flew forward, smashing my face against the guard rail.

"HOLY CRAP!!! Are you alright?!" The doctor shouted, eyes full of fear.

I picked myself up off the ground.

"Ow... yeah, I'm fine." My face ached from the iron guard rails.

"Well, uh... congratulations! You passed the Physical Exam!" He levitated out a contract, grinning nervously.

"Sign here." He said, with the big, nervous grin on his face.

"If you're afraid I'm gonna sue, don't worry, I wont. Just, be careful next time."

He nodded quickly.

"Mr. RK, Rainbow Dash wants to visit you." Redheart called from the hallway.

"Okay, be there in a second." I began walking back to my room.

I entered the room, expecting only Rainbow Dash, but I entered the room to Rainbow Dash and a hyper-ventilating, mint green unicorn.

"Oh, hey RK, didn't expect you back so soon. This is the friend I was talking about. Say hi, Lyra."

Lyra was the unicorn, and see simply stared at me, freaking out.

"Uh, Lyra, are you okay?" Rainbow Dash asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

I walked up to her.

"Hello, uh... Lyra?" I asked, slightly alarmed.

"SWEET, ALL LOVING CELESTIA, YOU'RE A HUMAN!" Lyra screamed excitedly, grabbing my cheeks as if to see if I was real.

"Uh... yeah, I'm a human alright."

Lyra hugged my head, holding me close and stroking my hair like a pet.

"Lyra, we need your help." Dash finally interrupted, after giggling for five minutes.

"What with? I'd love to help this cute little human." Lyra pinched my cheeks like a woman to her beloved pet. A scowling, embarrassed pet.

"Well, remember all the legends of those scary humans-"

"That are fake!" Lyra interrupted Dash.

Scary humans?

"Right, well, if we let RK out in the public, no matter what he initially does, he will be revered as a scary, filly eating monster. We need your help to prove him as innocent."

Lyra agreed instantly.

"He can live with me!" Lyra said, eagerly.

"Hey, I'm no pet!" I retaliated.

"Just for now. And... sorry about that. I was just so excited that I couldn't contain myself."

I know that feeling.

"Sorry, ladies, he has to get some bed rest." Redheart came inside.

"What? I did the physical tests!"

"Yes, we just need to see if you have any alien diseases and if you pose a hazard. Considering Ms. Dash carried you here, I say you're good, but its just to be sure."

Lyra and Dash left, giving me time to think. I was a philosophical man, so I spent the remainder of the day theorizing my entrance to this world. I remember reading something about String theory and the Multi-verse theory, and then rifts spinning off from that theory. Some say we are surrounded by rifts, and I am a spiritual man, maybe my falling apart before I fell unconscious was the tear absorbing me. Maybe this is another life, and my old body is lying dead on the floor of my apartment right now. Or, as far as the worlds concerned, I just *poofed* off the face of the earth, no longer existing. All this thinking caused my head to hurt, so I just decided to go to sleep. I rolled over and began to dream.