"Four hours..."

Four hours had passed since the crazy and insane mint green pony fainted in front of him. At first Aden didn't know what to do. The doors and windows have all been locked, which in turn was quite surprising. Upon arrival at the window Aden was confident it would open, seeing as there was no lock to be seen. Sadly when he gave it his all the window barely budged.

The room grew silent as Aden sat on the floor across from the passed out pony, his back leaning against the sturdy wall. It was so quite that he could hear the pony snoring heavily over the loud tapping of the downpour outside. Thoughts came to Aden, and with time he finally succumbed to their constant bickering.

"Four freaking hours! This pony wasn't kidding when she initiated lock-down. I don't think we have missed one inch of this room."

His thoughts were right. Ever since he realized the doors and the windows were locked he combed the room for another way out. The only thing he managed to accomplish in the four hours was to move the dresser slightly to the right to see if there was anything behind it.

"Well it looks like there is only one thing left to do... It was an option from the beginning, but now that we know that there is no other means of escape, we must do it."

Getting up Aden walked over to the small desk that he noticed when he first woke up. It was quite the craftsmanship too, as he noticed the little designs carved into its mahogany wood. The design was not the only thing that caught his eye. He also noticed that it also had a very nice finish to it, making the surface shine in the dimly lit room.

Arriving at the desk Aden pulled out the chair that stood in front of it. He was slightly amazed to see that the chair as well bore a small similar designs on it. The little unicorn must of went through a lot of trouble to get her hooves on these. However such beauty will eventually have to end and it pained Aden to pick it up.

All the hard work it took for the carpenter to make it and all the money the unicorn had to spend would all be tossed away. Such acts against beauty should never see the light of day, but it was the only way out and he would gladly pay it off if it meant living another day.

With a large sigh he positioned himself in front of the window where darkness now flowed from. Lifting up the chair he swung it to his right like a baseball player would before hitting the ball. Silence once again filled the room, but not for long as Aden swung the chair with all his strength. A large crash echoed through the darkened room as the chair left his grasp and went flying out of the window, leaving a trail of shattered glass in its wake.

Much to Aden's demise the sounds didn't stop there. Once the ruckus he caused settled down he heard the faint sound of a yawn. His body sized up once again, however this time it was not from the magic it was from sheer fright.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BODY GET MOVING!"

With that command his body awakened from its shocked state and leaped into action. Not even thinking about the consequences Aden ran towards the now broken window and jumped through it. Amazingly enough he managed to stay uninjured, he thought for sure his skin would catch a piece of broken glass.

The wind and rain blew into Aden's face and he soon realized that the room he was in was on the second floor. A scream escaped his mouth and his eyes shut tight before his body succumbed to gravities harsh hand. Surprisingly instead of being greeted by pain or darkness, Aden was greeted by a cushion of some sort. Astonished, he opened up his eyes to see that he lay in a pile of hay. Hay that was soaking wet and in a cart.

With the momentum of his jump acting upon the cart it began to roll forwards. Aden's eyes grew wide as it didn't stop, in fact it went faster and faster. The speeds that he was now traveling at surpassed his confidence level, forcing him to stay in the cart.

Looking in front of him Aden lay eyes on three more ponies. Each of which were oblivious to the fact that he was heading straight towards them, at speeds he doubted they would survive if he crashed. Taking in a large gulp of air Aden did the best he could to alert them of the dangers.

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" He yelled as the distance started to close in fast. Nevertheless his voice caught their attention as they all turned around to look at him mouths hanging open. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" He yelled once again.

Seconds from impact the ponies seemed to snap out of it as they all jumped to the side. Well almost all of them jumped out of the way. One mare with a red mane and a beige coat ducked just in time for the cart to sail right over her head.

Glancing back at the ponies he sighed in relief, none of them had been harmed. Looking back forwards Aden came upon the unwelcoming sight of a large water fountain. "how cliché -" Is the only words that came out of his mouth before the cart crashed violently into it, making Aden soar right over the rest of the cart and into the fountain.

Aden's body jolted up into a sitting position from the freezing waters he entered. The mouth full of water he had gained from entering the fountain mid-sentence, was now squirting out in a comedic fashion. Groaning from the pain, and dizzy from the lack of energy he possessed, he slowly made his way out of the fountain and stepped into the cobblestone street.

The three mares that he almost road killed, lay on the street a couple feet away from him. They were no doubt passed out from the shock of the event. He felt the full gilt of causing it and it grew larger as he knew he could not help them, for if he did they would probably send him back to the mint green pony -if they didn't kill him first-.

"You know we could of just took the hinges off the door and exited that way. All this violence could of been avoided."

"Then where were you back in the mint ponies room? huh?"

"...."

Standing there in the hard rain Aden started to piece his situation together. The one reasonable idea he had explaining his situation went out the window, no pun intended. Looking around the area he found himself pondering how this could of happened. Reason seemed to escape him every time he thought he figured out what happened.

The place he was in now barely resembled earth at all. The village was one that looked to be from the medieval era but all the colors were to bright, giving off a feeling of happiness and security even though it was raining. Shaking his head he walked down the desolate streets hoping that he might come across someone that would explain what happened. He preferred it if that someone was not somepony.

Aden's walk was slow as he trudged along. The sound of his bare feet contacting the wet stone was accompanied by the harsh rain. It felt like it was raining sand more than rain as it stung each time a pellet of rain contacted his skin. He was tired beyond imagination, the past events sucked every inch of energy he had left in him. His body now in automatic mode with only one objective, an objective of escape.

Soon his mind became blank, his thoughts washing away with the rain. It felt like he had been walking forever but the fountain was only a couple feet behind him. It's once clean water was now filled with bits of wood from the cart along with some hay.

laying in front of him was what he could only assumed to be the center of the village. Many wooden stalls lay scattered about, emptied from disuse caused by the rain. No sing's of life was seen anywhere, the only things that moved was the wooden sing's that clung to the outsides of buildings. Each one with a different symbol showing the different types of shops; restaurant, tools, and one that looked like a sofa and a quill.

As the wind wept through the emptied market square Aden's thoughts returned to him. It was like a wave came crashing down upon him. The questions he asked didn't matter, he was in a different place and that's all that mattered right now. Aden fell to his knees the wind and rain pounding his tired and weak body.

"Family, friends, my job... all gone...."

The thought ripped through him, everything he once had was gone swept away like a newspaper in the wind. As if reality was not giving him a hard time enough the pain in his feet erupted. No longer having the strength to fight it he toppled onto the cobble street. Rolling onto his back another jolt of pain was released.

Aden could do nothing about the pain and just lay there in the middle of the market square. His tears mixing in with the rain. The walls of reality were harsh and cold, but Aden knew he had to accept them whether he liked it or not. He knew that someday he would get used to this way of living, however it didn't have to be today and with that he let the darkness take him.

Cracking his eyelids open Aden was not surprised to find himself back in the little unicorns room. Glancing over to the window he noticed it had been repaired allowing the sunlight to once again shine through it -not like it wouldn't if the window was still broken-.

The warm comforts of the bed made him smile, it was that feeling you get when you just don't want to get out of bed. Thankfully with the recent events he was able to do just that. He lay staring at the ceiling relishing the fact that he was still alive. Aden thought that once the mint pony caught up to him she would dissect him immediately for worry of him escaping again.

Gladly that was not the case and he was allowed to live another day. Another day where he would once again attempt to escape this crazed mare. This time around it would be much harder, the mint green pony would surly of added extra precautions.

Speaking of the little unicorn the bedroom doors swung open. The little pony standing in its place, her messed up mane and saggy eyelids showed that she was up all night. Her expression however was much different, her eyes themselves were glowing in what could be either anger or determination.

Aden watched as the little pony slowly walked towards the bed. She was muttering words under hear breath, not only could Aden barely hear them he didn't know what they meant. His neutral expression started to grow into a worried one as she continued her trajectory, her horn glowing in the process.

"I didn't want it to come to this, but you left me no choice."

Panic started to set in and Aden looked around the room frantically, hoping that he would find an easy way out. Sadly he was cornered when the mare once again shut the door with the same click sound, however her horn stayed lit raising his worries. Should she cast any spell he would be defenseless.

Before he could protest the mint green pony jump onto the bed looking him straight in the eyes. Her horn growing brighter and brighter each step she made, her expression never changing. With a large gulp Aden started to back up until his back made contact with the headboard, which in turn made him wince at the pain that shot through his back.

Having nothing else left to do he pulled his hands up to cover his face. He could feel the pony now on his lap waiting, for what Aden did not know. Out of pure curiosity he lowered his arms only to be blinded by the bright light of the pony. Without time to react the pony touched his forehead with her horn.

Instantly pain erupted in his head, his mind felt like it was being twisted and contorted. His hands shot up to his head trying to support the pain, but to no avail as the pain was purely mental not physical. Aden tried to man through it giving it his all, nevertheless the tears flowed. He had never endured as much pain as he is now.

He let out a large scream, begging the pony to stop. His cries went unheard as the pain continued, the weight of the pony still on his lap. He tried to toss the unicorn off of him, however his muscles were seized up. All he could do is take the pain as it ran through every inch of his mind searching for something specific.

"PLEASE STOP!!" Aden found himself yelling, but once again nothing happened. It was so frustrating for him to not be able to fight back. He soon started to wish that the unicorn killed him instead.

Suddenly the pain stopped and the bright light green glow ceased. It was as if she had found what she wanted and was now satisfied. The only thing left was a aching in Aden's head like a really bad hangover. Nevertheless it was a significant improvement from the last pain he felt.

Regaining his focus he noticed that the little unicorn was still sitting on his lap, giving him a large smile. "What the fuck are you so happy about? Huh? Got what you needed?" Aden snapped at the little unicorn, his voice so venomous it made the happy mare flinch.

"You can say that..." The mint green pony stated in English.

Author's Note

Thanks for you support guys! You can all thank Mr. Xenomorpher for the flower ponies. It was a really good idea and I think I might just follow the road and see where it takes us! Last but not least comment and/or like the story!