My eyes shot open as woke up. A sharp pain instantly shot through my head, making me groan. I put my cupped my my hands and put my head in. Something scratched my head but I payed no attention to it. After a few seconds I looked up and around. It was brown with many closed boxes.
What? This looks. familiar. Have I been here before? Who am I also? Blank. Nothing was coming to me. No memories. Just some pain. Why can’t I remember anything? Slowly standing up, I felt sore. How do I know this sensation and this feeling?
I took a step forward, and a wave of nausea attacked me. It made me want to fall, but something didn’t allow me to heel to it. Standing there for a minute, I dared to walk again. It hit me now, but I felt something force me to keep going like usual.
What is usual? I walked, and I didn’t feel good, but kept going. I arrived at the brown door and opened it slowly. “Will he be alright?” A feminine voice asked. It sounded scratchy but would usually be filled with energy. She sounds familiar. Who is she? I quietly shut the door and looked around.Who are they?
“He’ll be alright…” an unfamiliar masculine voice said. Who is that?
“Oh thank goodness. That’s such a relief doctor. You don’t know how much we were worried about him.” A new feminine voice said. It had a touch of elegance and class to it. Only her and the other feminine voice sound familiar, even if I don’t remember them.
I stood there and realized that I was just standing. Looking to the right, there were some stairs leading somewhere. To the left had a small desk with a handgun laying on it near a picture. Reaching out I touched it, and felt safe, like I was in some kind of enemy lines.
Looking around it was I knew it’s name, Samuel. Felt like a dumb name, but felt like it was important. A small lever was on the side. I pushed it down and the clip fell onto the floor with a light thud.
It was a black colour and had a glint to it. From the distance, I could see that had three Z’s on it. Sleeping darts? Sounds, helpful really. Oh well. Back to now. I picked it up and it felt light in my hands. Non lethal I assume. I loaded it back in, and while I was, more glint caught my eye, which was some more of the sleeping darts and clips.. Sweet.
Moving a little something fell and It grabbed my attention pulled my attention to it. A wooden object with string making it curve. A bow? How do I know these when I don’t even know my own name? Damn this curse. By it was a quill with what seemed to be many arrows. Why do they seem familiar also? Nothing is making sense! But since I’m already stealing, might as well add to it. But what if they’re mine? If that’s how I know them.
After strapping them to my back I took a step and lowered myself on instinct. I need to be quite, right? No alerts, no problem. That’s when I tuned back into the conversation. “But that doesn’t sound right doctor, he didn’t even hit his head against anything. How could he have Amnesia.”
“It seems as though something has influence him to forget near everything he knows. I can’t tell what, but it can spell danger.” The man said. “My friends, it may not be safe to leave him around with weapons.”
“Oh my, really? Why would that be?” The formal voice asked.
“As because it may give him memories of the past, as he’ll think that it was the only way he lived, as you both know, it isn’t.” The guy answered back, flat tone. What boring voice the man has… NERD! Wait, nerd? Where did that come from? I’m not going to question anything but these voices. Where they part of my past? Maybe, Maybe not?
“That isn’t going to be an easy task doc.” The scratchy voice came back. “The man loves his weapons, he’s bought more since he moved in a while ago with me, since he finally had a place to store them.” What? More guns?
“Well make sure he doesn’t get a hold of any.” The man said.
“I think we might need to grab the weapons from the desk near my room. It may not be good if he got a hold of them.” The formal voice started to sound panic. “What would happen if he got a hold of them! We won’t have a good way to stop him without hurting him.”
“Calm down Octy, he has a gun that is to put them to sleep. We can just use that.” The scratchy voice said.
“But what if he gets that too?” The formal voice in which I assume is Octavia. “It can en-”
“Quit getting worked up over nothing, If he gets it, we can find a way to stop him, there is more way to skin a cat than one.” Scratchy voice assured her. “Come on, we’ll go check on him right now, nothing bad has happened.”
“Okay, thank you Vinyl.” Octavia said. So Octavia, Vinyl, then the other guy. Footsteps echoed as they got up and started to walk up here. Quickly, I turned around and started to walk slowly, making sure to make no sound.
I could hear their conversation, but I didn’t listen, I was too concerned about how loud the footsteps were. As soon as I got upstairs, the dust made me wanna sneeze, but it felt wrong if I sneezed here. It’s so dusty here it shames… something.
The first thing I did after wanting to sneeze was look around to see if there was anything to note. It was close to empty but some instruments and a DJ turntable. steppin to it I looked at it, so many levers, buttons, switches, and things that were just crazy. I pushed a button, and pushed again, and again.
Again.
And again.
And again.
There was a scream.
And I pushed one last button just to have fun. “He’s gone!” Octavia yelled. Guess they know I’m up. I looked up, and saw some support beams, just out of reach. “Check upstairs!” I had not choice but to get onto the turntable and try to climb.
The beam was a meter away or so. I sighed and jumped, pushing the turntable back a little making a loud sound. It wasn’t in vain, because I got a great grip and it made it easier to climb up.
A female ran in. I couldn’t see well because of a beam was in the way. “Where is he? What was that sound?” She yelled at an ear shattering decibel. I kneel there, waiting for the perfect moment to knock her out. Two more people walked in. It looked like a woman and a man.
“You’re freaking out over nothing. I’m sure he isn’t in any deep trouble.” The guy said.
“Nothing? NOTHING? HOW DARE YOU TELL ME I’M FREAKING OUT OVER NOTHING WHEN HE’S MISSING AND HAS HIS WEAPONS WITH HIM? HOW CAN’T I NOT BE FREAKING OUT OVER THAT!” Octavia screamed.
Everything was silent for a second. I need new ear drums.
“Woah.” Vynil said. “That is very unusual for you Bell, you need to take a few deep brea-” A loud slapping sound stopped Octavia in her tracks. Did that really happen? My blood started to boil. Did she just slap her? I wanted to intervene, but stayed. A small sniffle could be heard.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you hear?” Octavia growled. I feel as though she is really pissed, ready to bring a pair of scissors to a gun fight, and win.
“Okay. I was just trying to help.” I could hear fear behind her voice. I jumped down and ran behind a guy, pulling out the gun and taking him hostage. While wrapping my left arm around his neck, I noticed a small ring. But that was deemed unimportant, so I just ignored it.
“Any funny moves and I shoot!” I pointed it right at his head. “You girls got that?” They just shook their heads in shock. “Now, I’m going to ask a few questions, and you will only answer that question, whoever is at the end of the barrel will answer? No names either unless I say.” I point to the one in a black dress and long black hair. “Got that?”
I took note of her body, it had couves and that black dress made her look stunning. But no red mark on her face, but she did have a ring on her left haft hand, on the ring finger. “Y-yes.” she said.
“Good.” I turn to the other. She wore a short white tank top showing her belly button and curves, and casual blue shorts. She had a red mark on her face and a ring also, the same place. “Now, tell me this. Where am I?”
“You are in a Ponyville in the middle of equestria.” She said casually, but still with fear in her voice. I raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to continue with the gun. “It’s in a place where many different types of people come from. From people with wings, to people who can control magic.”
It rang a bell, but nothing came back. I guess I’ll have to trust her. I turned my gun back to Octavia, “And now, why did you slap Vinyl?” It came out much more forceful and with a lot of anger in it. “It’s wrong to do that kind of stuff, to what seems like your wife. Wouldn’t you agree? And if you ain’t married, I don’t care who then. Try and name someone out of this room, or try and trick me, he gets it.” I shove the gun into his neck.
“I did it out of anger, Levi. It was a stupid mistake, and I wasn’t in my right mind, but I do feel bad about hurting her.” She looked down in shame. “I just got worried about you. We aren’t married either.”
“Okay then.” I say, and aim for the head. Levi? Is that my name? I guess it has a little ring to it, I think I will use it, until I know my name. “Now, last question, where is a cardboard box that is empty? And something to carry it with? I need it. So give it to me.”
“Yes.” She replied, “It was one thing you kept along with that small bag that seems impossibly big.”
“Okay then.” I say, and shoot the man in the head, and shot Vinyl. She dropped, then I let the guy fall, both making a loud thud.
“Now, lead me to it.” I’m glad I got these things, I have a feeling that it would have been a bloody hell. Bloody hell? Did I just make that joke? And how do I know that joke?
She just stood there in shock, staring at the two sleeping people. I walk up to her casually and jab her in the back with the barrel of the gun. She screams again, killing my ears. What is she? The bride of Death, Deaf? “Don’t scream! Please, I like hearing.” She kept screaming and started to run.
“Get away!” She lifted her leg backwards and kicked my balls. I yelp in pain and drop to my knees and cover them, dropping the gun. I felt like puking right there, and like they were being exploded, making me want to flop on my side and stay there for hours.
She started to run, and I tried getting up, tears forming in my eyes. No need to do that, I didn’t kill them, I think. I stumble forward and stepped on the gun, shooting at the guy again, it shot him in the chest. I hope he’ll be fine. Why does this have to be hard for me? Why did she kick there? I don’t think she’d like it if she was a guy.
I pick the gun back up and walk downstairs, the pain still as there as not to long ago, making it a real effort not to drop down and stay like that for a few hours, but damn it, I need to get the hell out of this house? I want to be able to walk without any help.
I walk, pain growing. I walked down the stairs and she was at the phone.
“HE’S here!” she dropped the phone and started to run towards a door at the end of the hallway.
“Who’s there dear?” A voice said on the phone. I ignored it and started to sprint down the hallway, feeling the major pain in the groin area. I caught up to her quickly, probably because she was wearing high heels and I grabbed her arm.
“Ssshhh. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want my backpack and cardboard box and I’ll leave.” I whisper in her ear. I cover her mouth before she could scream. Learned from her screams. I swear, it could make a deaf man to tell her to shut up, that she’s too loud.
“Just trust me.” I could feel her start to breathe faster and she kept trying to get away, but I held firmly onto her.
“Ma’am! Are you alright?” A concerned voice came over from the phone. I bring both of over to it, i hold onto her mouth and bend over, grabbing the phone and dropping the gun
“Yes, she is fine.” I reply, “Her eyes are fatigued and were playing tricks on her when I tried to come and grab my stuff, I don’t think she recognized me.”
“How do I know you’re not the dude she’s talking about?” The voice asked.
“You don’t” At that I hung up the phone, still holding Octavia in my left arm. I bent both of us over and grabbed the gun. I notice how wrong this position made me feel the second time. I ignored it and picked the gun up.
“Now, you lead me to the box and backpack, and we call it good. Good?” I say. I felt her bite my hand, causing me to scream and let her go. I pulled the gun up to her head and shot it, causing her to pass out and fall on the floor. Thank god. Now, time to leave before anyone comes over.
I looked around, and saw a window. Better than the front door I guess. I walked over to it and opened it, then climbed out.
I was on a hill with another house at night. Looking to the left, I spotted two figures sprinting over, causing me to go to the left and hide behind the house, peaking to watch them. As they approached, it was easy to tell they were women, even if it was night time, and the two were dressed formally like Octavia. Is this a female dominated world? There has only been two guys.
I kept watching as they approached the front door. Better get away. I lay flat onto the wall and notice a forest maybe a kilometer away. Immediately I sprinted to it, focusing on getting away.
While running, I heard no screams of panic, nothing. Which would is sweet and sour. Because it’s not around like forest fire yet, but not like forest fire. Will the government be after me? I had no answer to the, but ran into the forest.
I slowed down and walked, panting out of breathe. Looking around I saw nearly nothing, just outlines of trees, if I looked hard enough. Stumbling around like an idiot, i fell down onto grass. Should I just crawl?
Going with that idea, I crawled for what seemed like 25 minutes till I felt dirt. Dirt? I immediately got up and followed it right, I think right? But as fast as I got up, a mighty roar scared me, making me jump forward and looking behind me.
It looked big, but it was too dark to see. I got back up and ran forward. I couldn’t tell how long or far, but I could feel it’s hot breathe on my back as I sprinted. A large tree with light in it appeared in front of me.
Help? I kept running, smashing through the door into what seemed like Zebra culture, and hit me with a memory like a brick.
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I dunno when I'll update this. But I will type a lot during the school year. Also, this will have the most random and stupid stuff.
Holy shit been nearly a year. Lol.
I sat there holding a mask with a bullet hole and dried blood on it. Long ago, I shot this person. Was all the details there? No. But names did come to mind a vague memory. There was a girl named Ship the commander of our squad, and she trained me. Then there was this person, the one I shot. Dealer, someone who thrived off of selling government secrets and drugs. Had dirt on this ‘Celestia’ chick, wanting to cripple her kingdom.
“Check Zecora's hut!”
Getting out of the long trance the small gun came out as I searched around looking for some way to escape unnoticed, or at least get the drop on them. Hiding behind a bunch of herbs the door flung open and six girls rushed in. “Where is he?” The one said with Rainbow hair as she cracked her knuckles and stretched her wings. “I’m going to kill him!”
“Now hold yer horses Rainbow, that may not be a good idea.” The blond cowgirl one said adjusting her hat.. “Think ‘bout it, Bullseye was in the military. Plus ah don’t think he deserves that. All he did was knock ‘em out.” The name’s Levi! Levi… Something…
“I think we should hug him.” The one with pink hair with a curling tip with a face of fear. All of them stared at her until the purple with pink stripe one smiled.
“That might work! I mean he always hugged if he was asked! That might help!” What? I did? Plus how would that work? Would a hug really return my memories?
“Kill them.” A voice SAID not my thinking said. It was a feminine voice, supporting that this was a female dominated world. Some dudes need to start working on that. Nope.
“I said kill them!” The voice louder and with a tinge of impatience.
“No.” I whispered. “I will not kill.” Looking at the group the purple with pink stripe horn started glowing and a ball engulfed the room.
“I can’t locate him.” She said. This is it, the time to leave.
“Oh silly Twilight! He’s right here!” A tugging from behind me I was pulled by the very curly pink haired girl pulled me right beside her.
“What?” I deadpanned looking at the hiding spot, to her, to the other five. “How? Kinda scared now.”
“It’s okay! Auntie Pinkie is here” Pinkie said pulling me into a crushing hug (and not answering either question.) Freaking out, I shot her in the face. Everyone gasped but Pinkie, she giggled and started laughing. Shooting her again didn’t work. Neither did the third or fourth time.
“What? Why isn’t she asleep?” I asked a fear that these were faulty or something.
“Sleep aids don’t work on me silly bullseye!” She said. “Come on everyone! Group hug!”
“Wait! Aren’t you… Um… Shouldn’t the focus be on Pinkie because of um… she could have been poisoned by the multiple shots!” I pried myself out of the hug. “So instead of giving a big group hug, wouldn’t it be wiser to make she will be okay?” Creeping towards the door nobody noticed, paying attention to my words. “So how about you guys make sure she don’t die or something? Alright?”
“Alright.” They all agreed. Was this going to work?
“I’ll see you later, and it’s Levi by the way!” Opening the door I slammed it shut and started climbing.
A few seconds passed before any sound left the house. “Oh come on! He just escaped while distracting us!” Rainbow shouted. “I’m going after him!” Glass shattered, and a rainbow streak shot away going towards a way I wasn’t.
“I can’t believe we fell for that!” Twilight yelled. “How did we fall for that?”
“I don’t know darling. He-” An elegant (snobbish touch) accent started.
“Because he’s a two faced snake! Like the Flim-Flam brothers! Ready to go one minute running with his tail in between his legs the next!” On the note of tails, pretty sure there were some hanging around. Checking behind me confirmed it. Well, at least it blends in nicely with the leaves. From a saying to checking to see if we do have tails.
“Well… I think it was smart and nice of him doing that. My granny always said that fighting shouldn’t be the way to solve things.” The scared to death one said. Poor girl probably didn’t want to be here.
“Your grandma does have a point Fluttershy. I can’t imagine having my cloths bloodstained. I’m ready to clean these off just imagining blood on them.” The snob said.
“You’re ready to wash your cloths when you walk outside Rarity!” The cowgirl said. “Any who let’s search for him.”
“Will you alright Pinkie?” Fluttershy asked.
“Is Auntie Pinkie ever not fine?”
“I’m a year older.”
“Exactly!” Pinkie shouted. “I’m always fine.” Well, your hearing might be a bit damaged, or you just hate questions.
“Either way, I’ll escort Pinkie to the hospital while you guys searched for- Pinki *Thud*” Rarity started.
“Oopsies. I’ll bring Rarity to her bed.” Pinkie said. No sight needed, the image was already there. The door opened and they started fanning out, or heading back. Climbing down I followed Pinkie and Rarity. Probably a good idea to know a route back in case of anything. Going from tree to tree Pinkie had a hop in her step and a happy hum.
Nothing really happened during the walk. Forest, humming, trees, a slight snore, annoying bugs.
We did get to a small open field well maintained and soft against the hand. A small hut was not that far away radiating animal noises. A vet of some sorts would be my guess. But who knows? Staying behind the two became smaller, going into a crowd. Well that’s a big crowd.
Turning around, I wasn’t quite ready to leave. Something inside of me (that doesn’t want bloodshed) wanted to find that house again and try to find something about me. Going a shallow bit into the forest I sat and waited. Only if I had something to eat.
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The moon rose steadily into the sky, stars dotting the sky with their beautiful grace. Air was chill moist running a shiver up the spines of the people who were out late. The streets were dead and still, a different contrast to the usual crowd filled streets. Behind the town was a hill before the forest.
Throwing caution into the wind I strolled the streets of… Ponyville was it? The buildings looked familiar, though nothing pulled out a long lost memory of pre-no-memory times. Oh well. Another uneventful walk today. Kind of disappointing to be honest.
Walking up the hill there was a hushed whisper. Going in a convenient bush there. The voices became a little bit louder. “I’m sorry Lyra, I wanted to leave this life but I have to do this. I trained him, so now I have to catch him.” Is that Ship?
“But Bon Bon, I don’t want you to leave again. Can’t you let Shining Armor or the new person deal with this?” Lyra replied. Nope, not Ship. “Last time was too close.”
“They wouldn’t know how to handle him”
“Just come home safe.”
“I promise. Love you, Lyra.”
“Love you too Bon Bon.” Steps filled the night. Peeping out the bush the woman from earlier with the blue and pink stripe walked in front of the bush before stopping. Her hand moved like lightning and dragged me out by the ear.
“Ow ow ow.” I said prying her fingers away from my ear. “Fuck that hurt worse than this hill. God damn.” I rubbed my aching ear. “How did you know I was there?”
“White’s an outstanding color at night in a bush, didn’t you know?” She replied.
“Well then…” I checked my shirt, revealing a white t-shirt with green stains. “I guess that would stand out.” Pointing the gun at Bon Bon I smirked. “Speaking of standing, stand down.” She started giggling.
“Oh Bullseye, that won’t work.”
“It’s Levi!” I said shoving the gun into her face.
“I forgot, you always liked your codename better.” She said with no fear. “Levi… Never saw the appeal in the name, but who am I to judge.” Getting angry I pulled the trigger only for her to push the gun upwards and kick my side. Gasping I brought the gun down trying to hit her in the head, but she dodged it and kicked it out of my hand.
“This should be intresting.” I said.
“Heh, you’ve never have beat me.” She said. Throwing an open palm towards me I grabbed her wrist then tried countering with a left hook only for her to grab that wrist. Using a leg she troppled us over and slammed her head into mine. Everything went blurry for a moment before she got out of the grip and started putting handcuffs on.
Bucking her off I scrambled to my feet. She was up quick throwing another open palm attack. Anticapating it I grabbed her wrist and yanked it toward me. Kicking her in the side of the head she flew to the ground. Like a cat, I pounced on her slamming my knees into her stomach. Cupping my hands around her neck I started choking her out.
“HAHAHA! Beautiful!” The voice said. Thinking for a moment, a burning sensation and painful sensation entered my arm. To be honest, that’s an understatement. Pulling back she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me off. Unluckly I landed on my arm and I could feel the flesh being cut.
“Fuck!” I yelled as she finished putting on the handcuffs. Checking the wound it was bleeding quickly. Looked like it cut halfway around. “Little bitch. Why did you have to use a knife?”
“You were choking me and I knew I couldn’t get you to loosen up in time. Sorry.” She sighed. “You’re under arrest”
Author's Note
Nine months, 20 days since I posted the last chapter. Wow.
