The escapist

Aden lay still on the bed looking around the new room he found himself in. He could hear the light pitter-patter of rain hitting the window, which in turned confused him. Last time Aden had looked at the window -which was minutes ago- it had sunlight pouring out of it. Now when Aden looked over to it, no light was given.

Shaking it off, Aden rolled to the edge of the bed determined to escape the predicament he'd gotten himself into. The mint colored pony had yet to return, but given enough time she would and when that time came Aden didn't want to be around. Sure she looked friendly, but so would any human scientist with an alien in their room -well that's what he assumed was happening here-.

With the information Aden had gathered in his small amount of time here, he assumed that he was abducted by a pastel colored pony. It would also explain why the TV went bright, the sudden change in weather outside and to top it all off the reason why it appeared to speak to him in an unknown language. The only thing that threw him off was that it was a pony, then again no human really knew what an alien looked like.

Aden smiled at himself when he pondered the reactions he would get, when or if he returned. He believed that the most likely reaction would be to put him in the loony-bin. It would be the right move as well, seeing if he saw someone saying such nonsense he would think their insane too. With that in Aden's mind he didn't really believe this situation entirely himself, even though he was the one in it.

It's just some kids pulling a prank on me. Yeah that's it, no way this is real.

Sure feels real...

Aden thought to himself as he once again felt a jolt of pain running up through his back. He knew that the only way to get answers to the questions he had, was to either ruin this prank by escaping or to wait for the pony to return. Since Aden rather not wait for the time to pass -as he had a job to get to- he rolled himself off the bed and onto the ground with a large Thump.

Making impact with the floor Aden let out a rather large yelp followed by a line of varying curses. The floor that he landed on was a light blue carpet, which in turn is better than what he previously thought it would be, wood. If it had been wood Aden thought with the upmost certainty that he wouldn't able to move right about now. Thankfully he guessed wrong and the carpet cushioned his fall.

As he crawled around on the floor attempting to get his barings straight, Aden could hear shuffling from bellow. The noise told him two things. First was that the room he was in was not on the ground floor -in less the pony was in the basement-, second was that the pony now knew that he was trying to escape. The later of the two observations was cemented when he heard the sounds of hoofs climbing the stairs.

With slight panic setting in Aden looked around the room. He wanted to either run for it or hide. If he hid, it would give him a better chance of escaping. However if he ran for it, it would make him endure a lot more pain but might work if the pony was caught off guard. Letting out a big sigh at the choices Aden looked up towards the door that was now glowing gold.

CODE RED! ACTIVATE EMERGENCY PROTOCAL!

Purely out of reflex, Aden rolled himself underneath the bed he had once slept upon. His breath quickening from the event that was now taking place before him. He felt like he was in some kind of bad horror film, were any moment now the pony would find him and cut him open. He just wished that instead of a pony killing him it would be something more cool... like the predator.

Trying to keep himself calm Aden took in a large breath and exhaled slowly. The door to the room soon flung open and out came four minty hooves. He could only see the hooves due to the bed blocking his vision, which was kinda the whole point he was down there.

Aden had so much adrenaline flowing through him, that he didn't even notice the pain that was erupting in his back. Soon he became to visibly sweat as the hooves trotted around the room, franticly looking for him. All Aden had to do was keep quiet and not make any sounds, for when the pony would leave he would get up and bolt it out of there.

As he lay there on the soft carpet he noticed that the pony that was searching for him was talking to herself. Well Aden considered it to be a she due to the way her voice sounded, if for some reason it was a male rather than a female, he would feel sorry for its race.

"Look what you did Lyra! I finally got a human to come to Equestria and he has gotten away. Stupid, stupid Lyra! Why did I ever think letting him out of my sight would be a good idea!"

The hooves came closer and closer to the bed, causing Aden's panic to rise. He had no doubt that if she was looking for him, the first place anyone would look would be under the bed. Hopefully she would by chance skip over it, thinking it would be to obvious of a hiding place. For that was his only chance of escaping this mare.

Sadly Aden watched as the four hooves trotted straight towards the bed. With the inevitable about to happen Aden rolled out from under the bed in hopes to catch her off guard. Once again to his demise he glanced up to see the pony staring straight at him with a relived expression.

Now determined to get the heck out of there, Aden pushed himself onto his feet only to remember why he didn't do it in the first place. He toppled over to the pony causing both of them to yelp. The pony because a creature two times her size was about to crush her, and Aden because the pain that erupted from his injured foot. It felt like he was stepping on a bed of needles, each one sharpened to a precise point.

Letting gravity do its work, Aden fell onto the pony and they both tumbled to the ground. Thankfully the pony had cushioned his fall and it didn't hurt him to bad. On the other hand the pony that was now squished between him and the floor was glaring at him with a angry but dazed expression. Taking this golden opportunity Aden started to crawl his way to the door.

His fingers digging into the plush carpet pulling himself forwards. He knew that this was a lost cause and that the pony would recover shortly, but he liked to think that something ridiculous might happen and he would not be pursued. Aden always like to look on the bright side of things even at a time like this where all hope seemed to be gone.

As expected before Aden could reach the door, the mint colored pony jumped up and raced towards him. However expecting the worst comes with some benefits, just as she was about to pounce on him Aden rolled to the side making the mint pony slam into the floor. In fact Aden was a little surprised at her actions. He didn't think the mare would go on the offence like that so easily after her calm tone.

With a smirk from his victories Aden reached up and opened the door reveling the empty hallway. The only things that Aden could see was a couple of pictures that ran along both sides of the beige colored walls. It was a nice decoration and he would of liked to study them more, but the groaning noise that came behind him told him that he didn't have that much time.

Picking up his pace Aden raced down the hallway on his hands and knees, hoping to god that at the end of the long corridor would be the way out. He only had time to glace behind him once and when he did he didn't like what he saw. The mint pony had her mane and tail all messed up and she adorn what Aden would call a psychopathic expression.

"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU LEAVE JUST WHEN YOU ARRIVED! I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE GETTING YOU HERE!"

Aden winced at the ponies yelling. He didn't have to understand the ponies language to know that she didn't want him to escape. Turning his attention back forwards Aden was greeted by a flight of stairs.

"Maybe we should reconsider surrendering."

"And let that crazed pony catch us! No way man! Take the jump! If you die at least you won't have to endure whatever it is she might do to us."

"But maybe we just got off on the wrong hand."

Aden turned around to look at the pony once again. He gulped as he saw the pony galloping after him with her horn lit up in a golden aurora. It would of been mesmerizing if the horn it came from didn't belong to this pony.

"Does that face look like the face of mercy!"

"You're right, jump Aden, jump for Christ sake!"

With his inner thoughts agreeing with something for once Aden turned back forwards and looked upon the stairs. It would hurt like a bitch no doubt, and with his luck he would hit every stair on the way down. There was no other choice, it was either this or feel the full wrath of this cute but insane pony. Closing his eyes Aden pushed himself forwards and soon felt the feeling of gravity.

However Aden did not feel any form of pain, the feeling like he was falling was still present but he did not hit the ground. He thought that maybe he jumped to far or he had died hitting his head upon the first stair. When he finally cracked open his left eyelid he saw himself floating. Opening his other eyelid he came to realize that what he saw was true. His vision was tinted yellow for some reason but he did not fall.

Being utterly confused Aden attempted to turn around but to no avail. His body was completely frozen, every muscle in his body was tensed up locking him firmly in place. He even tried moving just his fingers and toes but even they were locked up and could not move, even the slightest.

"Back to my room you go! I have a lot of questions I would like to ask you and your not leaving till I get the answers!"

As soon as the pony spoke Aden realized what had happened. He had no idea how it happened or how she did it, but she was now holding him up with something. He would of chalked it up to magic but then he thought how she might be an alien with alien technology. Maybe she was holding him up with a gravity gun!

Aden thought about this for a while before realizing that she had no device while chasing him down the hallway. The only thing he saw was her horn glow yellow... the same yellow that his vision is now tinted with.

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth"

The quote from Sherlock Holmes echoed throughout his mind. Magic seemed to be an imposable theory, but it was the only thing that remained. It would also make sense the ponies horn lighting up might single that she was about to cast a spell of some sort. A spell that is now holding him up.

Sometimes Aden hated being right, for now it was that premise alone that slowly dragged him back to the crazy pony. Out of all of the times he was right Aden wished that this time he would be wrong. For he'd rather of died falling down the flight of stairs then to die on an operating table.

Sighing in defeat Aden looked at the passing pictures. He noticed that most of them where of the crazy pony along with another pony. The other one was beige and had a pink and dark blue mane, or was it dark purple Aden could not tell. He also noticed that upon her flank was a picture off three candies.

"Looks like these ponies have a thing for butt tattoos. If we ever survive this and learn their language, this will be our first question."

"That and demand to get us back to our own fucking planet. I hope that this is still just some really cruel prank that some kids are pulling on us. If it is they better be laughing because that will be the last laugh they have in a long time once we get a hold of the little buggers."

Aden wouldn't really hurt a child, but at the moment he was tempted. Such a prank that brought extensive mental and physical pain deserves to be punished. In fact Aden thought of this more of torture for his sins then a prank.

"Maybe that priest we see every day outside of the mill finally snapped..."

Letting out a well needed chuckle, Aden focused back on where he was. It came to no surprise when he found himself floating back down onto the same bed as before. He welcomed the warm feeling of the blankets as he was placed beneath them. Was the pony still trying to be nice or was she simply doing this so he would cooperate. Either way now that Aden knew he can't escape by pure force he sat up and stared at the pony.

Her mane was still messed up from the past events and her coat had a bit of dust on it. She looked physically worn out and if Aden didn't know any better, she was following the same movements a human would do if they were about to pass out. She was swaying a bit and her delicate golden eyes were drooping. It looks like the magic she used really tired her out, no doubt from carrying him.

With a devilish smirk from the mint coated pony, her horn glowed a bright yellow again and the door behind her slammed shut. After the door was closed a clicking sound was made telling Aden that the door had been locked. What was even creepier was that the pony kept looking at Aden the entire time, her psychopathic smirk never faltering.

"Shits about to go down! But we will go down fighting am I right?"

"Can't argue with that. Let her make the first move though."

No more thoughts were heard in Aden's mind as he moved himself in the bed to which he could jump at the minty pony. He was tired and weak, but he was determined now to fight to his last breath. If he got the pony knocked out, then his chances of escaping would sky rocket.

Just as Aden was about to initiate combat, the pony in front of him collapsed to the floor. He was confused at first but then remembered that she was showing signs of extreme exhaustion beforehand. Aden rushed to the end of the bed to see the limp body of the little unicorn upon the cold carpeted floor.

"Looks like this escape is going to be easier than we thought."

Author's Note

Tell me guys what you think about it. Should I continue or not? I made this book out of a side project but i'm starting to like the idea behind it. Nevertheless like it if you like it! if you put a dislike please tell me why you didn't like it so that I can learn from my mistakes.