Opposites Attract

by jsn2001

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Sad, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 7341

When a loner finds somepony in need, he isn't too eager to help. However, he grows somewhat fond of the pony, and ends up spilling some blood to keep her safe.

Hazy Dreams is alone. After losing his sister, he found himself stranded in Ponyville, and without any emotion. Sympathy isn't an option, love isn't an option. He isn't like those normal ponies.

However, after running into a young mare named Holy Cross, he gets stuck in the middle of a domestic abuse situation, and a chaotic love triangle.

Published 2015-05-19 23:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-24 00:39:34 UTC

Look Through The Haze

Opposites Attract

"Ponyville."

The name alone disgusts me. It's a sugarcoated world of fake happiness. It's not possible for mankind to be this happy. Sorry, guess I should have said "ponykind". Somewhere along the line I picked up a different vocabulary than the rest of these emotionally masked beings. I've heard rumors of a place called Earth in another realm somewhere. It's used as a story to scare kids- because apparently this place is plagued with sadness and depression. Despite the fact that it probably isn't real, I would love to be there.

Unfortunately, Ponyville is my home now. It's my own fault, too. Now I'm stuck here with these weird...things. According to everyone else, I'm the weird one. However, I always considered myself rational. There are problems in the world, and while everyone else masks it with false happiness, I see things for what they really are.

I got up from the bench i'd been pondering on. The old guy next to me was creeping me out. In all honesty, I was just eyeing the church. I never understood churches. I wasn't religious. Nearly everyone in Ponyville went to the "Equestrian National Church of Celestia". I mean, yeah, Celestia is great and all, but she's certainly nobody- er, "nopony"- to make a religion over! I do have a lot of respect for her though. Unlike these other ponies, she faces hardships head on, her and her sister. That other pony, too, what was her name...Sparkle something. I don't really care.

"Hey, watch it, pal!" said a tomboyish voice. I wasn't paying attention, and bumped into a cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane.

"Bite me, skittles." I muttered under my breath. She grabbed my shoulder.

"EXCUSE me? Who do you think you are, messing with me? I'll have you know I'm the fastest flier in all of Eques-" She droned on. It took all of my strength to stop myself from slamming my hoof into her face. I sighed.

"Calm down, I didn't mean it. I don't want any trouble." I lied. I feed off of trouble. I love it. Especially when I cause it, and especially when I solve it violently. The pegasus sighed, gave me an angry look that failed to intimidate me, and flew off. I shrugged and kept walking, realising I had ended up at the church. An earth pony approached me. He had a bright orange body, with a dark purple mane. He spoke with a minor lisp, and I felt kinda bad for him.

Then I shrugged it off. I forbid sympathy. They don't deserve it.

"Hey there, mithter. Welcome to the Equethtrian National Chruch of Celethtia. Would you like-"

"Not interested, sorry." I said, walking away. He sighed and shook his head, walking back into the church. I looked back at him and bumped into another pony, swearing under my breath. Why can't I do something as simple as watch out in front of me!

Then I heard a giggle. I looked at who I'd bumped into and froze.

"Sorry mister." She said happily.

She was a young, white, earth pony mare, with a light blonde mane, wearing a white robe and hood. She was practically a young Celestia with all of that white on her. Her cutie mark was an iron cross wrapped in a sort of spiked wire. She was beau-

NO. She wasn't. I'm not attracted to these ponies. None of them.

"I'm Holy Cross, what's your name?" she offered a hoof.

"Hazy Dreams." I responded abruptly, then I froze again. This one...it had an effect on me. I never told anyone my real name. Ever. She giggled again.

"I know. It's a mare's name." I said, sighing.

"It's a pretty name. I like it." She said, with another smile that struck pain into my heart. I just don't know why. I'm not like them, I DON'T like them.

However, I noticed something odd. A twinge of sadness, as if a hole were in her heart where something used to be. I always notice things like that. It's why my cutie mark is what it is.

A heart surrounded by crosshairs.

"Are you okay, Mrs. Cross?" I asked. What the hell! Mrs. Cross? Why was I treating her with such respect!

"I'm fine." She said insincerely, in a less peppy voice than before. I knew something was wrong, and I knew I shouldn't get involved...

"You wanna...talk about it?"

"I...I don't know you that well..." she said. I blushed. I'm such an idiot. Of course! She wouldn't talk to some stranger, especially not one looking like me. I've got a coat of light brown with a dark black mane. I'm practically just a husk of a soul.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound creepy...I'm just good at helping people." I said, even though I'm better at hurting than helping, to be honest.

"I...I would like someone to talk to...I guess..." She said softly. I smiled.

I eventually convinced her to go out and eat with me. It wasn't a date, there will never be a date, it was a friendly gesture. We're...friends.

I've never had a friend before.

"Thanks for this...It takes a good heart to be so kind to a stranger."

"No biggie, I'm all for helping out others." I lied.

She sighed and looked ath the ground. Something was killing her inside, I could tell. She wasn't used to sharing it. I felt bad for driving her to this. But not too bad. No sympathy, no love.

"Well...I don't know where to start..."

Heavenly Cross crept down her steps, trying not to make a single sound. She feared that she would wake up who was sleeping in the next room. Reaching, the bottom of the stairs, she walked into the kitchen for a late-night meal, and was shocked as a light flickered on, blinding her for a few seconds. As her vision returned, she saw her husband, Icy Winds sitting in front of her. She gasped lightly. The sky blue unicorn shifted in his seat and spoke.

"You know what time it is, dear?"

"Y-yes, it's, um, 12:45..." she muttered.

"What's your curfew again, dear?" he said angrily.

"You said to be in bed by 10:00 and not get up until 8 AM..."

"Correct." He rose up from his chair and used his magic to throw her onto the ground. He stood over her as she trembled.

"Apologize."

"I'm sorry, Icy! P-please forgive me?"

He looked at her for a moment and scoffed before returning upstairs.

"Get moving, Cross. Back in bed." he said angrily.

"He wasn't always so assertive..." she said through light tears.

I didn't expect this...I don't know how to deal with these things unless...no, stay out of it, Haze, don't get involved. I fumbled through my jacket's pockets and pulled out a carton of cigarettes.

"Here, you could use one." I said. She looked at the cigarette I had pulled out, and offered her.

"I shouldn't...really..." she said. Ignoring her own words, she reluctantly took it from my hand and I lit it for her.

"I wish he would go back to being that nice, sweet unicorn I first met. He just...he changed..." she said softly, coughing a bit. I could tell she hadn't smoked much. I had started when my sister had...passed on...

"If it makes you feel any better," I began, "I've had some tough shit going on too recently."

She shot me an angry look. "Sorry, I'll watch my language..." I said. She sighed.

"What's wrong on your end?" She sounded different now, more...like me. More real.

"About two months ago, I lost the last member of my family..."

I was walking home from the bar, after a somewhat boring night sitting around and drinking a bit. I was slightly loopy, but sober enough to be aware of my surroundings. I found my door ajar, and the lights bright open. I swore under my breath. My sister was supposed to keep the door shut and locked. I told her that. She was 9 years younger than me, and ever since our parents died, I looked after her. I walked in and before I could turn to close the door, I saw her...

Someone had gotten in, it was clear. They were armed with something sharp, given by the deep stab wounds. I sprinted to her and held her in my arms, speechless. Tears rapidly flowed down my cheek.

She couldn't even talk, she just looked at me. Her breathing became slower...and slower...and stopped...I looked into her eyes as she died...

Soon enough, the Royal Guard caught her killer. Some dirtbag pegasus whose name I forced myself to forget. However, due to an incompetent judge, there was a mistrial, and the prick got off with a fucking WARNING.

I had no choice but to kill him, of course. I stalked him to a bar, provoked him and brought him into the alley, and stabbed him with a loose piece of metal lying in the dumpster. (I kept that part out of the story I told her.)The Royal Guard looked the other way- they all wanted him dead too, after what he did. The mistrial didn't help matters.

Ever since, I had been the way I am now. Emotionally scarred, incapable of love.

"I'm...sorry for your loss..." she said sadly. "I'm sorry, I don't really know what to say..."

"It's okay," I began. "You don't have to say anything. I'm just glad to be able to talk to someone." I didn't have the heart to tell her that it made no difference. I'd give anything to feel like a normal pony for once. I looked at her, seeing fresh tears forming in her eyes. I put a hoof around her and we walked out into the cool night air. We'd been talking for quite some time.

"I should get home..." she said through tears. I didn't want her to leave. I enjoyed her company. It bothered me, but it was true. However, I knew if she didn't get home soon enough, she'd be hurt. I saw scars around her collarbone but didn't want to mention it...probably just bad memories that didn't need to be brought up.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then she suddenly jolted towards me, wrapping her arms around me. I was shocked. After all, the last time someone was in my arms they were dying slowly. This felt different, though...nice, even. I listened as her crying grew softer and softer...and stopped. I looked down to see her asleep in my arms.

After about 10 minutes of trying to carry her comfortably, I arrived at what I hoped was her house. It was the address on her church membership card. Then, something struck me.

If this WAS her house, I was about to run into Icy Winds, her abusive husband. I couldn't leave her out here to freeze to death, and couldn't take her to my home because it'd be even worse for her...

I opened the door. All was quiet, nobody in sight. I sighed in relief and laid Cross down gently on the sofa. I looked at her one last time and turned around, about to head for the door.

I bumped into Icy Winds.

"You're in a heap of trouble, asshole." He swore. "What the hell were you doing with my girl?"

"Shh," I started. "She's sleeping. We can do this outside."

"I don't give two shits if she's sleeping!" He exclaimed, keeping up his streak of swearing in every sentence he said.

"Please, we just ne-"

He was on me. It happened so fast, I barely had time to react. He was wailing on me, throwing punches left and right. I had way underestmated his speed. Just as I had regained my composure and tried to retaliate, he began strangling me.

I was ashamed. I'd fucked up, got involved, and I was gonna die for it. I always, deep down, kinda wanted to die a hero, valiantly, but no. This was it. Against some abusive fucking unicorn.

Everything was going dark. I couldn't hear, my face was getting hot, and I knew my life was coming to a close. I closed my eyes myself, expecting my fate.

The last thing I heard was the shattering of glass, and everything went black.

Author's Note

This is my first real fanfic, please keep criticism CONSTRUCTIVE, baseless hate will be removed.

Thanks :x
Chapter 2 will come soon unless everyone hates this

Long Gone

A dim light.

That was all I could see. A dim light. Was I dead? I was sure of it. My the light grew brighter, and I was able to see my hooves in front of my face. I was standing, but I couldn't feel. No air. No floor. Nothing. All was silent, and I felt a strange sense of peace...

"Long time no see." said a familiar voice, as a figure slowly began to form in front of me. It was a mare, well, at least, the silhouette of one.

"H-holy Cross?" I muttered, nearly jumping at the sound of my own voice.

"Forgot about me already?" she said.

Everything was become clearer by the second. Everything was white, save for the floor. It was a grey, mossy brick pattern. I was certain I was dead at this point. My suspicions grew stronger once I recognized the figure in front of me as Moonlit Dreams- my deceased sister.

"M-moony? Is it really you?"

"Of course, you big dope." She said happily.

"So, I'm dead?" I spoke softly. She chuckled.

"No, silly. You're unconscious. I'm just here to knock some sense into you."

I couldn't tell if this was real, or just my imagination playing a trick on me. Or maybe I was dead- maybe she was lying. Why would my sister lie? Then again, why would she be here?

Why would I be here?

"What do you mean, sis?"

"This bullshit with you! I know you blame yourself for my death, and it would be crazy if you weren't mourning, but you're hurting yourself, and you're hurting others."

"Icy Winds deserves to die." I said abruptly.

"Do you hear yourself?!" she began. "If I were still alive, you would turn him in to the guard. Do that now. Don't get hurt trying to be the hero."

"I'm not a hero," I said, "and I never claimed to be one."

"But you're not a bad person." she said, approaching me. "I don't want you to share my fate. I miss you, but come to me when you're ready..."

"I don't want to leave...I want to stay with you!" I said, with tears in my eyes.

"Not yet, brother. It's not time yet." She was crying too.

"Please don't make me go..." I pleaded. She just looked at me, smiling through the tears.

I gasped as I woke up. The air was cool, and my throat hurt like hell. Looking around, I saw medical machines, and my hooves at the end of the hospital bed. To my right was none other than Icy Winds. I resisted getting up and killing him here.

"Mr. Dreams?" said a blue Earth pony as he walked in. His mane was short. He looked odd.

"Haze, please." I said.

"I'm glad to see you're awake. Put your worries to rest, there's no doubt you'll be fine-"

"Where's Holy Cross?" I interrupted. The doctor cocked his head.

"The girl? She's fine. No injuries, except for that cut on her hand from the lamp."

"Lamp?" I remembered hearing glass shattering right before I blacked out.

"Mrs. Cross had smashed a lamp over the unicorn's head. Saved your life. She's been coming in here often, praying for you. She's right outside."

She saved my life. She hit her own husband to save me.

"Thanks, doc. Send her in, please?"

"Of course." He said. "Oh, your cousin is here too."

"Cousin?" I asked. I've only met about 3 of my cousins, and they had all died, be it drugs, gang fights, or freak accidents.

"Lucky Fields." he said. I didn't know what to say, so I just went with it.

"Send them both in."

The doctor nodded and motioned for the ponies in the hallway to enter before he exited himself. Cross came first, dashing over to me and hugging me, maintaining her gentleness despite the circumstance. Then, a yellow pony with a messy, dark green mane walking in slowly, taking off his hat and holding it over his heart.

"Hello again, cus'." He said, with a slight country accent.

"I...I don't think I know you." I said, trying not to offend him. He nodded and chuckled.

"You do. My real name is Lucky Dreams- but that's a bit too mare-like for my tastes." He said confidently.

"He was really worried. I was too." said Cross. I smiled slightly.

"I'm fine. Thanks for saving me, Cross." She cringed and looked at her husband.

"Yeah...hey, uh, I'll give you too some time alone..." she got up and left the room. I apologized as she waked out.

"I do recognize the name," I started, picking the conversation back up. "I met you as a little colt, right?"

He nodded.

"Why didn't I see you again until now?" I asked.

"I was adopted by your aunt, the bitchy unicorn, no offense." He said sharply. "They kicked me out once they discovered I wasn't some fancy tux-wearin' Canterlot fella. I just traveled after that. Went everywhere. Eventually landed here- and saw your name in the paper."

"That's nice of you...wait, I remember you now," I said. "The family cook-out? Mom dragged me and Moony to it against our will- and you played with us."

That was one of my fonder memories. He smiled.

"Yeah, that's me. Damn, it hurts my heart that we met once again while you look like this." He sighed and I frowned. "Well, despite the fact you look a lot worse, that Icy fella certainly didn't win the fight. The church lady certainly knows how to defend herself."

I chuckled at the irony of that comment, and started to speak- but there was movement next to me. Icy Winds was awake, moving around in bed. He sat up and looked at me as his eyes adjusted.

"I swear to Celestia, I'm going to kill you. Just wait." he said, with fire in his eyes. I wasn't the slightest bit intimidated. I responded calmly.

"I'm not a very patient person. I'll come to you first."I looked at Lucky, who was trying to stay out of it. Icy clutched his head. I wondered if he had a concussion. I hoped not, I wanted us both out of here in a few days so I could kick his ass.

The doctor came in and gave Icy the same speech he gave me, and he went back to sleep. Me and Lucky chatted a while, and he left. I told Cross goodbye, and she left, not to excited about her husband's awakening.

Days passed. I felt as if I were getting worse just laying there. My suspicions were confirmed when they let Icy out- and kept me for another few days.

"There may be some severe throat damage, it's a small chance but not worth the risk." the doctor said.

"You don't understand- someone could get hurt." I pleaded.

"The Royal Guard will handle it. Get some rest, this talking isn't good for your throat."

I sighed. He was gonna hurt her. I couldn't let that happen. Not that I LOVED her or anything- she was just a good person...she didn't deserve pain. Hours passed of me pondering what to do, and I finally realized I was helpless. That's when Lucky Fields came back.

"Hey cuz'. How ya doin?" he said, with a smile.

"Holy Cross is in danger. That psychotic asshole is out. He's going to kill her for what she did!"

He stood there for a moment, thinking about what I had said, before shutting the door.

"I'll help you save your marefriend, but don't get hurt, okay?

"She's not my marefriend," I began, "and there isn't really anything you can do."

"I can get you out." he said confidently, and began unplugging me from the medical monitoring machines.

"Lucky, you could get arrested, stop." I said.

He shook his head. "We gotta be there for each other. I'm stickin' my neck out for you and the church lady. You're family. I help family. By Celestia, I ain't leavin' you here when that girl is in danger."

He opened the window.

"Not a big drop. You can make it, right?" He asked.

"I think so...but why are you doing this? We barely know each other." I said.

"I ain't got many friends. You're all I have left now that Moonlit's gone..." he said softly.

I wasn't sure what to do, so I did what most of those normal ponies do and hugged him. It felt awkward and weird, I wasn't sure how I felt.

"Thank you, Lucky."

"I'll meet you at the girl's house, okay? I'll get the address from one of them documents on the asshole unicorn."

I nodded and climbed out the window. It wasn't very high, so it was pretty easy. Things were in my favor. I wished I had a cigarette so bad right now. They made me focus, helped me do what I do. Whatever that is.

I sprinted for as long as I could, and ran out of energy. Slowly but surely, I arrived at Holy Cross and Icy Winds' house. The door was wide open. My mind flashed back to when I had found my sister dead, and the door wide open. I stopped. I felt sick. It was too late, she was dead.

Lucky arrived a few minutes later.

"I can't look..." I muttered.

Lucky looked inside and then back at me. "I hear ya. An empty house. Terrifying."

I got up and looked inside- empty.

"Look around for clues where she's gone." I commanded. Lucky nodded.

After searching for a while, I was nearly ready to give up. Then I noticed something. Next to the door frame there were signs of a struggle. Apparently, she had been struck as she was being forced out the door, enough to cause her to bleed. She had written a message in her own blood. Scrawled hastily on the door frame, her note was just what we needed.
"731 canterlot"

Canterlot...

"We've got to stop them from getting there." said Lucky, one step ahead of me. "No doubt they're taking a train. Let's head for the station."

I nodded, taking in a breath of air. I hadn't even noticed how worried I was. It scared me.

We rushed to the train station, my lack of energy being disregarded because of the adrenaline pumping in my heart. It all depleted once we arrived, and the train was moving. I practically screamed as I ran to the ticket stand.

"Stop that damn train!"

The elderly mare there scoffed. "Listen, buddy, I don't care if you missed your ride, you snooze you lose."

I was about to scream at her when Lucky put a hoof on my shoulder. I looked at him and he just shook his head. I laid off.

"Fuck. FUCK! We're too late..." I said. I meant it, too.

"Now hang on, we can't give up. We'll take the next train, and catch up with them when we get there. He would have killed her already if he wanted to. He hurt her- but didn't kill her."

"I...I guess you're right." I said. "We'll take this next train."

The next train pulled into the station and we prepared to board. Nothing packed. It didn't matter, we had to save her, for some reason. I don't feel love, I've always taught myself that. But recently, my sister's words began to seem more and more possible...did I love Holy Cross?

None of it would matter if she died. We had to save her. My sister would want me to be careful, but she knows it's right, deep down, just like I do.

"Don't get hurt trying to be the hero."

I won't, moony.

Looking to my left, I saw Lucky Fields standing right by me- like he'd always be. I had an ally, someone on my side. Earlier he'd said that he was helping me because i'm family. He put it as if he were obligated to help. I suppose that's how it works. He'll have my back...

...and dammit, I'll have his too.

Author's Note

So I haven't gotten much feedback, but I'll keep writing for now.
I hope this chapter isn't too bad :S

Lucky Break

The train rumbled across the tracks, vibrating my body ever-so-slightly. I felt an uneasiness in my stomach I knew wasn't caused by the train, nor the horrid food they served. I feared for Holy Cross's life- a feeling alien to me.

"You alright, cuz'?" whispered Lucky Fields, who sat in the seat next to me.

"I've had better days." I replied. "What the hell does '713' mean, anyways?"

"An address, I suppose. Not enough time to write down a street name. Icy must have a house there, though, since she was so certain where he was takin' her."

"You're probably right." I responded, keeping the worry out of my voice. I didn't want Holy Cross to die. I didn't want Lucky to die either. Because of me, they were both in danger. I could have prevented this...but that would have meant letting Icy Winds continue his abuse. That wasn't an option.

I found myself doing the unthinkable- praying to Celestia- often now. Did I "believe"? I wasn't sure. But I needed all the help I could get.

"Don't worry, we'll help your little marefriend and that Icy bastard won't hurt no-one ever again." said Lucky. I growled.

"For the last time, she isn't my marefriend."

"Sorry." He replied with no sincerity at all.

"What about you? You have any mares waiting for you back in Canterlot?" I said. Lucky sighed.

"Hell, Canterlot ain't really my home anymore. Also, I ain't exactly...stuck on mares." he said.

"Could have fooled me." I teased. "It doesn't matter to me."

He smiled. "Thanks. Y'know, conversation relieves quite a bit of stress. I'm glad I tagged along."

"I'm glad you did too." was all I knew to say.

"Say, what you gotta do to earn a cutie mark like that?" he said, gesturing to my flank.

"I can read people," I replied. "I can read their emotions, I can see how they feel."

"Neat." he replied.

As the train rumbled along, I started to worry. We may not make it in time. He's a lunatic, he could kill her with no remorse. I reached into my pocket-

No jacket.

I hadn't packed anything, I remembered. No cigarettes, no weapons, no first aid. I was an idiot.

"We'll be alright." Lucky said.

I hoped so. The train lurched forward as it began skidding to a halt. The conductor spoke.

"Now arriving at Canterlot Gates!"

"Well, here we are." I said. Me and my cousin eagerly left the train. A giant gate stood closed in front of us, as to be expected. A group of guards stood in front of it, with a commander in front. He was a grey earth pony with a white mane.

I approached him awkwardly. "H-hello, hi. Uh, listen, me and my friend need to get inside, so if you could just-"

"Civilians are not permitted access into the city at the moment, due to the recent Changeling attack, unless they currently have a home or owned property inside the city. If so, please show your Citizenship Certificate granted to you by the Royal Guard."

His words were cold, dead, as if he'd said them billions of times. Like a broken record.

"We need inside," Lucky said. "Come on man, it's his love in there."

"Unless she comes to confirm this, we cannot grant access." he said.

It couldn't be over so easily. I braced myself. I had no choice but to fight- I had to save Holy Cross. Who knows if she was even still alive? Don't think like that...don't...

"They're with me."

Me and Lucky turned around to see a yellow pony wearing a poncho and a cowboy hat. He looked like a character you'd see in an old western movie. What was he doing in Canterlot? The pony held up his certificate. The big guard nodded, and the other guards opened the gate.

The strange pony looked at us. "C'mon fellas'."

After we were a good distance away from that stone of a guard back there, Lucky broke the silence.

"Who are you? Why did you help us?"

The pony smiled. "I like helpin' people. What can I say?" He took off his hat and carried it on his back. His mane was a golden orange, it caught Lucky's eye quickly.

"Just call me Dusk for now." said the pony.

"Odd name. I'm Lucky, this is my cousin Hazy." Lucky shook Dusk's hoof. "Thanks for helpin' us, sir."

"Well," he started, "if y'all wouldn't mind, I could use something in return..."

After much bantering, we realized it was only fair that we helped Dusk with whatever he needed. Eventually it was decided that me and Lucky would part ways for the time being, with me going after Icy and him helping Dusk.

"Stay strong, cousin." I said, hugging him. He nodded and smiled.

"Catch ya later." He said.

731 Saddle Blvd.

The only 731 I could find in Canterlot, thanks to the Visitor Center Address Lookup. I dashed through the streets of the city, looking for the place.

I hated splitting up with Lucky, but we didn't have much choice. I just hoped what he had to do for Dusk wasn't too bad.

Eventually, I found the house I was looking for. You'd expect something like a big, menacing tower being hit with strikes of lightning, but it look surprisingly mundane.

I burst open the door with my hooves, finding the entire house empty.

"FUCK!" I screamed. Nobody was here. I had just about given up hope when I saw another message from Cross- written in blood.

"CHES-"

The last letter had been hastily scrawled, I couldn't understand it. Chess? Chest? What the hell did she mean? I looked around, eventually finding a large chest with a lock on it. The key was laying on top, and I opened it.

She was inside. I quickly lifted her up, and not gonna lie, I cried a bit. She was unconscious but breathing, and the only noticable wound was a cut on her forehead and a few bruises.

That's when I realized something. He locked her in the chest, so she couldn't have made that message in blood. Icy had to. That's why he left the key on top- he wanted me to find her.

I held Holy Cross close to me. She couldn't hear me, but, I just wanted to talk to her. That was all I wanted.

"So...this isn't necessarily easy to say, but...I...I think I love you. That sounds weird out loud...but, I mean it. I think. I've never felt this way."

I let her rest for a while. A few hours later, she woke up.

"...Haze....you found me..." she said, smiling weakly.

"I'd never let anything happen to you." I said, firmly but happily. "You must be starving. Let's get something to eat."

We sat at the reasturaunt, and I explained the whole trip as she scarfed down her daisy sandwiches.

"Have you heard from Lucky?" she asked.

"Not since we parted." I replied. "Hey, listen..."

"I don't know where he is. I really don't." she said, nearly starting to cry. " I want to leave, and never see him again. I don't want any more fighting..."

That was all I needed to hear.

"Hazy Dreams?" asked an unknown voice. Behind me stood a mail pony, holding out a letter. I took it and nodded at him.

"What is it?" Cross asked, and I shrugged. I opened the letter.

"Dear Haze,
So, me and Lucky got caught up in something, and well, he 'helped' me quite a bit more than I had anticipated. I owe some favors. So, I asked around, and this Icy WInds feller you're chasing seems to be hiding in an old barrel warehouse about 12 miles out from the city. Me and Lucky'll be staying at the Seven Stallions hotel over on Buffalo Street. Come find us after you save your damsel in distress.

Love, Dusk.
P.S. If there's a sock on the door, knock."

I rolled my eyes. "Let's go see Lucky and Dusk."

I knocked at the hotel room door, and Dusk came to answer.

"Oh, heya. You found your girl?"

"Is this the Dusk person you mentioned?" Holy Cross asked.

"Yeah, that's me." replied Dusk.

"Where's Lucky?" I asked. Dusk gestured towards the hallway and Lucky stepped out.

"Thank Celestia! It's great to see you, Cross!" Lucky said. Holy Cross smiled.

"You too, Lucky Fields."

"Dusk, do you still owe us any favors?" I asked.

"I really hope this isn't going where I think it is."

"Answer the question."

Dusk sighed. "Yeah. I think. I don't know."

I pulled Dusk into the hallway, alone.

"Come on, man..."

"Calm down," I said. "Nothing like that. I need you to get Holy Cross and Lucky to Ponyville. It isn't safe here anymore, not with Icy Winds around. Can you do that?"

"Just as long as that's ALL you need." He added.

I nodded and walked over to Holy Cross. "You guys are going back to Ponyville. I'm staying to tie up some loose ends."

Holy Cross shook her head. "Please, don't..."

"I have to. He can't hurt anyone else."

Cross hugged me, realizing I was right, I hoped. Lucky sighed and nodded. Things were going well.

I was all too familiar with the train, and was personally glad I wouldn't be riding it again. The train rumbled as it slid into the station. Dusk stepped on and gestured for the others.

I hoof-bumped Lucky. "Good luck, man." He said, and I nodded.

Holy Cross gave me another hug. I smiled and held her close. She whispered.

"You know, Haze, I...I think I love you too."

I froze. She let go and stepped onto the train. The doors closed, and that was it. She was gone.

Author's Note

I have nothing to say, really. The next chapter might be the last.

Last Stand

The warehouse was tall, big, and menacing. Most of the windows were smashed. I didn't have to think twice about opening the door, though. Silently, I crept in, and heard a voice echoing throughout the place. It wasn't Ice's.

"-caught you, motherfucker. You're gonna be locked away for a long time."

I peered around the corner of a box, seeing a Royal Guard tying up Icy Winds. It made me angry. This wasn't what I wanted- I wanted him DEAD. By my hooves. But what could I do?

I looked above the guard. He was standing next to a large shelf. Above him was a large pile of scrap metal. Without thinking, I crept around the side and climbed my way up silently.

"I'm going to get backup. Stay here." the guard said.

I grabbed a large piece of metal and lobbed it at the guard, sending him flying a few feet away. Icy Winds didn't even flinch.

I quickly climbed down and went to the guard. Still breathing. I only knocked him out. Good. I'd have to work fast, though.

"Well, well. Isn't that something." said Ice. I gave him the worst look possible.

"Fuck you. I'm going to kill you."

"Just like you killed that guy who stabbed your sister?" My eyes widened.

"How the hell-"

"I did my homework." he said. "I don't understand why you can't leave me alone. I'm just a pony, like you."

"You're an awful person. I'm gonna make sure you don't hurt anyone ever again."

He smiled and quickly jumped up, leaping at me. I had already seen that the guard hadn't tied him very well, and that he had freed himself. I predicted his movements already, much to his dismay. With a forceful punch in the stomach, he crumpled up and flew past me, grunting in pain.

He got up as fast as he could and fought back. He used his magic to grab the metal from before and slam it against my ribs. I coughed, and ran towards him, pinning him to the wall by his throat.

"You piece of shit..." I muttered. He kicked me in the knee, shooting another sinister grin at me. My leg gave out, and we fell to the ground. I braced for another punch, but instead of fighting back, the unicorn fled.

No way he would get away again. I chased after him despite the sharp pains in my leg. I tackled him just as he got outside the door, prompting him to back up and slam me into the outside wall of the house. I was right next to a smashed window. I grabbed a shard of glass and drove it into his shoulder, as he yelped and slung me off him. I watched as blood trickled down his arm.

"Smart move, asshole..." he muttered.

He rushed at me again, and this time I wasn't so prepared. He slung his hoof into my jaw, and I fell to the ground once again. I spat blood and looked up at him. He grinned.

"Let's see how much of a hero you REALLY are." He dashed back into the warehouse.

"Fucking stay still..." I muttered under my breath. Just the right moment, and I'd kill him.

I heard some loud crashing noises inside the warehouse, and as I got up, the door slammed shut. I braced against it, trying to barge it open. If I climbed in the window, I'd slice myself open from the glass. That's when I saw smoke rising from the warehouse. He'd set the place on fire.

I didn't get it at first. Why would I care?

Then I remembered- the guard was still inside, unconscious. I burst open the door, fueled by adrenaline-given strength. Flames were spreading quickly. I had to act fast. Dodging a few ashes, I made my way to the guard. He didn't seem to be harmed. I went to pick him up, but then I saw Icy looking down at me from a cargo crate.

I had to choose.

I hated myself for it, but I already knew what to do.

I began carrying the guard towards the exit. Just as I reached the door, safety in sight, a flaming beam landed in front of my face. I fell back, coughing. My face was burnt slightly from the impact. More beams collapsed around me, and I realized the entire foundation was cracking. I picked up the guard once more, and tossed him through the window. The flames grew bigger. The guard was now safe- I wasn't.

A flaming chunk of metal hit me, sending searing pain through myspine as my back burnt. That asshole was using his magic to navigate. He stood right behind me.

This was it- the last stand. Surrounded by fire and death. Both of us covered in blood and ash. Only one of us would make it out.

Hell, maybe neither of us.

He ran towards me, and I did the same. We wailed on each other for some time, knowing one of us would soon give out.

I thought of Holy Cross, and Lucky. Dusk too, even. Would I never see them again? Was this it? Was my life finally coming to a close?

No.

With a yell, I slammed against his body, pushing him back as he tripped over a small chunk of wood. As he fell, debris covered him. The foundation was so weak, the slightest impact could be devastating. He was trapped- he couldn't move. The fire spread towards him.

"H-help! You can't just let me die like this! You aren't the bad guy!" he yelled, like a little filly.

"Maybe not." I said. "But I ain't no damn hero either." I climbed onto a shipping container, eyeing the back exit, as the flames consumed him. He screamed for a few seconds, and was then silenced. Ashes flew in front of my face, as the crackling of the fire matched the rhythm of my mane flowing in the humid air. I'd won. Icy was dead.

I won.

The last thing I remember was coughing loudly as I tumbled onto the floor.

"...-fibrilator. I'll start chest compressions."

I heard faint voices as pressure was put on my chest. I coughed again as I opened my eyes wide. The cool night air was like an angel's breath on my burnt skin. A field medic sat over me.

"You alright, buddy?" he asked.

"Ponyville...I need to get to Ponyville..." I muttered. He smiled.

"Soon enough, bud. "

A white stallion with a blue mane walked up to me. "You saved one of our men- you're a hero." he said.

A hero.

I was anything but. I know I could have saved Ice in there, but to be honest, I'm happy not being the good guy.

I was just me.

After a lengthy hospital visit, I finally found myself returning to Ponyville. Where I belonged.

The train doors opened once again.

Holy Cross rushed towards me first, and hugged me tight, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm okay, girl, it's okay." I whispered. Lucky just smiled at me, nodding in approval. Dusk wasn't there, I'd inquire about that later. It wasn't important now. Holy Cross looked up at me, smiling bigger than I'd ever seen.

Maybe love wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Ponyville."

The name alone sends joy straight to my heart.

The End

Author's Note

I know, short as hell. Loose ends will be wrapped up in the epilogue soon.

Epilogue

I stood once more at the train station I was now VERY familiar with, along with Lucky Fields and Holy Cross.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. He nodded.

"Ponyville will always be my home, but there isn't anything for me here. I'm going to live with Dusk in Appleoosa. I can work there."

I sighed. Dusk, who we now know is actually named Braeburn, invited Lucky to live with him and work on his ranch. It was perfect for him, working with his own stallionfriend. I was happy for him. I hugged him one last time, and Cross joined in.

"I'll miss you." she said sadly.

Lucky stepped onto the train, looked back at us, and nodded, tears in his eyes.

The doors closed, and off he went.

I looked at Holy Cross. "Well...what now?" I asked.

"Now we spend our lives together." she said, nuzzling against me. "I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too."

2 Months Later

I walked through the graveyard gate, and found the grave I visited most. Brushing the dirt off, the name Moonlit Dreams glistened in the moonlight. How ironic.

I dropped flowers off. "Moony, thank you for showing me the way, but...you were right. It's time to let go. I'll never forget you, and I'm sorry, but...I don't need you any more. I can do this on my own."

I walked away, back to my home.

Where I lived with a beautiful mare, in a beautiful town, with wonderful family.

I wasn't one of them- I still saw flaws in things most of all. It was my job. But the world was starting to seem like a much better, brighter place.

I guess that's a good thing now.