chapter one: Ummmm... and meeting Izaiah

(Remember that old childhood song, "Take me out to the ball game?" Try and use that same tune to say this next part ok?)

"Get the fuck out of be-ed , get up you sleepy head , or I will. rip. out. your damn spine..."

Apon hearing this, Izaiah awoke with a shiver and reached back with his hands to clarify if is spine was intact. After feeling that it was fine and in working condition, he looked back at his annoying roommate, who was squatting down to eye level with Izaiah. Izaiah stared back with eyes that could kill. Then Izaiah flipped him off, and rolled to the other side of the bed, slamming a pillow onto his own head, trying ignore his roommate. Sadly, it was NOT working. Two months with this jerk and he was nothing but an asshole from the start.

'Why didn't I stay in the military? Oh...right. FUCK. Damn It ALL.' While Izaiah was questioning himself, his roommate kept going.
"Why hello there, sleeping beauty! Were you waiting for your prince to awaken you with a true love's kiss?" the roommate continued sarcastically with a sneer on his face. Izaiah growled back in reply. However, this just made the roommate want to continue with his torture. "Well I hate to break it to you sister, but there is no prince here. Speaking of kisses, didn't you say that-"

Already to have arisen from his bed, and pissed off that the readers would hear his secret, Izaiah decided to cut him off with a swift kick to the man's groin, and knock him out with a powerful left hook to the side of his head. As the roommate's body crumpled to the floor in pain, Izaiah said;

"You really need to know when to shut the hell up, Christopher." With that, Izaiah proceeded to wash up in shower and find some of his clean clothes. Looking though his closet, he found some of his green and black camo pants, and a white t-shirt with a silvery dragon on the back. Izaiah knew that it didn't match his pants, but his camo sweater would. The last piece of the puzzle was his grandfather's necklace. It was a tiny metal chain necklace with a silver dragon holding a globe of blue fire. He knew it stood for something, but had no idea what it could mean. Not entirely his fault, because he didn't have it for a very long time anyway. Izaiah had received it from his grandfather on his dying day.

Izaiah felt the tears threatening to roll down his face as he remembered that fateful day, along with the funeral that followed the very next week. The memories haunted him. The loud beep signifying when the "old man" flat lined, and the monitor had confirmed it when in bolded, red, letters it read; 'Patient is dead.' The swarms of doctors and nurses pushing him back away from his grandfather, the streams tears cascading down his cheeks, the security guard he slammed against a wall, the police officers chased him down the dark streets of the city...

*clears throat* "Not to interrupt you or anything Izaiah, but we still have to look through his all of his belongings. Like today. Now. Or should I sick Sgt. Gold on you? He has been DYING to show you his new "motivation" cheer and all-" a voice in his head pestered.

"Alright Falcon, Fine. FINE! JUST KEEP THAT MOTHER FUDGING, HYPER, PSYCHOPATH THE FUCKING HELL AWAY FROM ME!" Izaiah responded back, aggressively as he ran out of the door, grabbing his backpack, camo hat, and sweater along the way. As Izaiah left the small apartment complex, a cool rush of air greeted him. Taking a deep breath, Izaiah began to run down the streets of the city, dodging cars and weaving through small crowds of people. On days like this, Izaiah loved to run everywhere he went, because that cool, icy, breeze swept down his body as he ran, and gave him a goofy grin and the chills. Not the bad ones, but the good ones. Izaiah felt so free, and he wished that he had some wings, to soar on in the sky, like a bird, and pummel and dance through the fluffy, white, clouds. After some 40 odd minutes, Izaiah was happy as could be and felt unstoppable! Of course, this feeling didn't last long due to him being a dumbass, and losing focus on where he was going, and ramming right into his grandfather's beautiful, indigo colored, front door which was then "ripped clean off" of its old and rusty hinges.

After Izaiah had rammed down the door at full speed, he was put into a very heavy daze, and crashed to the floor. There were odd colors and shifting objects in Izaiah's vision and that really put him over the edge.

"Smart move, dumbass" Falcon commented inside Izaiah's head.

"S-shut t-the hell up, Falcon," Izaiah stuttered back.

After about an hour, Izaiah got up and roamed the house, rubbing his now bruised forehead. His grandpa's house was fairly original and Izaiah received a warm feeling from just being here, in the old man's house, the good memories of his time spent here. Three minutes of exploring later, Izaiah wound up finding himself in the basement, where there was a soft, humming noise and a faint, red, glow coming from a corner of his Grandpa's large and dark storage room. Feeling the need to investigate, Izaiah set off to go grab his grandfather's sword that hung on the wall of the dining room.

Taking a minute to examine the blade, he noticed that this particular blade, was colored orange, and was 2ft and 7inches long. It had no hand or wrist guard attached to the handle and when Izaiah took a couple test swings, he almost threw it, surprised by its lightness. Now armed with a weapon, Izaiah cautiously approached the glowing and humming object. As Izaiah got closer, he swore and his necklace lit up, encased in its own blue light. Izaiah gripped the sword tighter I his hands. When Izaiah reached down to pick up the object, he saw that it was a...purple star of some sort. The light radiating from his necklace and the star suddenly became unbearable and at long last, Izaiah touched the star and then all he saw was black.

(originally I thought this would be a good place to stop the chapter but you know what? Buck it.)

Izaiah woke up standing and was not expecting what happened next. He was in a shower. Standing in front of a beautiful, cyan colored Pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail. This Pegasus had some seriously sexy curves, so he assumed the Pegasus was a female. Moving up her body, Izaiah's eyes locked with her giant, oval, magenta(?)colored eyes. Izaiah took a deep breath and did what anyone would have done then.

"Hi?".

The rainbow-maned mare responded by screaming, turning around, and bucking Izaiah out of the shower window with her hind legs. Izaiah soared through a few cloud homes, startling other Pegasai, and then rammed directly into a thick, brown, tree. As Izaiah layed there in pain, Izaiah realized that he just literally got kicked down to earth by a fucking Pegasus! Then Izaiah fell unconscious.

Fuck. My. Life.

(who knows how many hours and minutes later...)

Izaiah woke up in some sort of dark medical room, with a large hospital bed which occupied himself, and with slight pains on his chest and head. He groaned in pain as he tried to get up from his bed. "I wouldn't suggest getting up from that bed right now." A quiet voice next to him cautioned. Izaiah nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard this. Calming himself down, Izaiah turned towards the voice and was taken by surprise for what he saw. Next to him was a butter-yellow Pegasus, with a matching pink mane and tail, and the prettiest pair of baby blues he had ever seen in his whole life. Judging from its curves, It was feminine.
"eep!"

The Pegasus squealed as she noticed Izaiah looking at her. She backed away, hiding behind her long pink mane.

Izaiah, in the most soft, and comforting voice he had, replied; "H-hey, I won't hurt you, please just come back over here, I don't like being left alone." The Pegasus complied and slowly made her way back over to his side. As she sat down, Izaiah decided to ask another question. "What is your name, if I may ask? Also where am I?" he inquired.

Before the yellow Pegasus could respond, a door opened, and a somewhat regal-sounding voice responded, "Her name is Fluttershy, and you, Human, are in the world of Equestria." Izaiah quickly snapped his head over to the sound of the voice, and was greatly surprised at what he saw before him. Standing in the door, on four hooves, was a white pony that stood around 7 to 8 ft tall with HUGE wings and a long horn. On her rump, was some sort of tattoo of the shinning sun. She had a partly rainbow colored mane that flowed on a invisible breeze. Before Izaiah could say anything, the giant pony spoke; "You look confused. Maybe I should introduce myself?" After receiving a slight nod from Izaiah, the giant mare continued. "My name is Princess Celestia and I am Equestria's co-ruler and teacher to the especially gifted. Umm... what is your name, human?"

"M-my name is Izaiah Midflame ma'am." Izaiah responded shakily. After he said that, Izaiah heard Falcon's voice warned him; "She already knows that! She is reading your mind dumbass,and it's only a matter of time before-FUCK SHE FOUND US!" That last part was screamed out by Falcon.

"Ma'am! What are you doing to Falcon and Sgt. Gold?!" Izaiah exclaimed.
Celestia let out a gasp.

"You know about those two in your head?" Celestia asked, shocked.
"Uh...ma'am not to be rude, but they're in my head and talk to me constantly. They're kind of hard to miss." Izaiah replied "Please Give them back, they're the only family I have left."

Celestia sighed and said "No harm in it I guess, just don't cause any trouble please." With that, she returned a relived Falcon and Sgt. Gold to Izaiah's mind. "Fluttershy, go get the girls please." The yellow Pegasus nodded and flew out of the room. Taking this as a chance to get up, Izaiah got out of the bed, and stretched his aching limbs. As he finished, he noticed that the princess was watching him the whole time. Opening his mouth to say something, he was then cut off by the room's door being slammed open. In came six female ponies who just stood there, looking at him, and not moving. Izaiah looked at all of them and saw Fluttershy in the back, and a purple unicorn at the front, who wore a name tag, which read;

"Twilight Sparkle". Next to Twilight there was a "regular" pony, because she had no horn or wings. Her coat was orange, and she had blonde hair, and 3 red apples as a tattoo on her flank. Before he could take a look at another pony, a familiar cyan-coated Pegasus ran towards him and "OH SHIT!" was all that Izaiah could say or think before he was bucked out of the hospital's open window, an over a town of ponies. The last thing Izaiah had managed to see was the cyan Pegasus's nametag which read: RAINBOW DASH.

(after crash-landing)

"So Izaiah, are you having fun being kicked out of windows today? By the SAME, damn, Pegasus?" Falcon questioned in between laughs.
"Falcon, just...just. Shut the hell up ok? I'm trying to get up right now."

"Well you better hurry up, because I think she's coming back for more."
Izaiah looked up an saw Falcon was correct, and...that he better start running. "Dammit." With that thought, he heaved himself off the ground and started running in the opposite direction of the cyan Pegasus coming for him. Izaiah looked back, and wished that he hadn't, the Pegasus was right on his heels a he ran through a nearby town named Ponyvile. There were many screams and shouts from the brightly colored ponies he passed. Coming to the edge of this village, he could see a huge red farm house in the distance...

"Al...most...there... oof!" Izaiah cried out as he was then tackled to the ground.
"Hehehe...looks like somebody caught you..." Falcon said in a singsong voice.

"FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK" Izaiah thought in his head.
"H-hey, wait..." A feminine voice next to Izaiah panted as he tried to get up. Mentally going; "Screw it" he turned towards the voice and replied;

"Y-yes?"
"My name's Rainbow Dash," She held out a hoof, "Nice to meet you and sorry for kicking you out of a window. Twice." She gave him a shit- eating grin on the last part.

Izaiah shook her hoof and replied, "Charmed, but I don't think I can get up. At all," Izaiah gave a light smile, "Think that you could take me back to the hospital, Miss Rainbow Dash?"

"Nope. I can't move either."

"Well. Fuck."

The both of them laughed as they waited for help to come.

Author's Note

So whether or not I make another chapter depends on you all:
the readers. Tell me what you think! Also I am sorry that it was such a short chapter the next chapters (if any) will be longer than this. P.S. you are allowed to be brutally honest if you need to be. Trust me it helps.