Temporary Title (until one is thought of)

by bluecrystalfoxhound

Rating: everyone
Tags: Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Adventure
Length: 969

A small crossover between a real life game and the world of Equestria.

Ever wondered what it would be like to be stuck in a dream that seems almost impossible to escape from, when half of you is living in reality yet the other half of you is stuck in what practically seems to be a whole entire different universe? That's where life takes its toll on sixteen year old Madison Foxhound when an event in her hometown results in tragedy striking down upon her and several others; leaving what she has of her concious state in Equestria with the other half of her stuck with no uses back home. It's then up to her to decide; does she give up everything else to live in what's almost like paradise, or does she continue to live in a world where she seems to remember barely anything but the cruel reality of Los Santos and its surroundings?

((Partially inspired by the movie If I Stay in some aspects))

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-23 22:10:37 UTC

Welcome to Los Santos -- Hell's second home

"Damn girl!"

Just keep walking..

A face blocked my path. I noted the black bandana with clearly white polka dotted scattered all around it tied tightly in a knot round the back of the ears; the bandana being big enough to droop down over almost half of his face. I saw what seemed like a small smirk create a little crease in the bandana, yet I was also, unfortunately, able to see what was coming my way from the cold look in his eyes.

Not this again..-

"Aye girl, I was talking to chu'."

Something about me wouldn't let me fight my way out of this situation, so I did what I shouldn't have done and froze solid in my tracks, diverting my eye contact from his face. My head followed with the direction of my eyes, his warm palm slapping my face towards him as he tightly held it so that I was looking at him, as if in attempt to lock it in place. Releasing his grasp a few seconds later, he transferred his hand onto my own, clinging onto it like a baby would to their mother or father.

I'd never been all too great at trying to fight against what I don't believe in or think is right, and even when in danger it seemed to be no exception. Sometimes I would do things out of instict, but otherwise all I could ever do was, do what they say and more or less go with the flow -- partially because I've not had the strength for defense nor the courage to try and stand up for myself ever since my brother, my only family remaining, placed me with a bunch of strangers, almost forcing me into a whole new life.

My feet clumsily stumbled along the pavement, people watching from a distance yet showing no mercy as the male forcefully dragged me into a dark alleyway near Idlewood, shoving me up against the brick wall; his sweaty palms pinching both sides of my shoulder together, disabling my ability to make an escape even if I could. His head checked in both directions for something, though I was unsure what. His left hand shakily and slowly reached round to the back of his head. I watched as he single handedly tried to undo the knot on the back of his bandana before he let it drop off onto the ground beside my feet.

The indiviual had thin, pain-tightned lips. Everything about him seemed to show no mercy despite the tears forming in my eyes and the gritting of my teeth. His fingers slowly slid down so that they were caught between my skin and the neck hole of my long-sleeved, thin, white shirt. His thumbs secured the shirt near his fingertips, dragging his hands away from eachother which caused the top of my shirt to expand before he pulled it down a little so that it stopped just above my breasts. I trembled heavily as I felt his breath float onto mine and he brung his face closer, pushing my lips apart with his bottom teeth before undeniably kissing me multiple times.

A small flashback seemed to emerge out of nowhere as I recalled a situation with one of my old boyfriends when he also took it too far, and I seemed to almost out of reaction repeat the same process as I did back then -- my teeth digging tightly into both the top and bottom of his tongue hard enough so that it caused him to pull back from his position a little as teeth marks formed.

God damnit!

I took no chances as I took a few small steps away from him, forgetting that I probably should have simply ran for it so that he'd have no time to chase after me. I just stood and stared as he flashed a grin at me, slowly approaching me much like he did earlier.

"Ohhhhhh... so rough is how chu' wanna play? Sure, fo' sure we can do dhat."

Before I could say or do anything else, he violently wrapped his left hand around my neck like a cuff, his right hand throwing a hit to my mouth as it was pure justice; revenging a couple of teeth marks with blood and bruises. I could make out a couple of cheering sounds coming from the rooftops of the nearby shops as the male became more violent, seeming insistent on the fighting yet somewhat angry yet I wasn't returning any actions.

Blue and red lights created a reflection against the wall, blinding both of us, prompting his head to turn towards the direction of the sight. As he realised what happened, without another word he released all physical contact with me and took off. I looked over to the right as well with half-open eyes, my face and chest now beaten, where I was able to see a more bigger brawl going down in the middle of the road, just a bit further down from the alleyway. I glanced up towards the direction of the cheering and realised it was the bigger brawl being cheered on; the male and me were the only ones who had so far acknowledged what had just happened.

I leant back into the wall, struggling to stay upright as my body endured countless amounts of pain. Who would have thought that one person could cause so much difficulty? Despite my current state, I knew I had to get the hell out of the area in order to even try and survive. I tiredly began to drag my feet along towards the end of the alleyway, light traces of blood emerging from my hands as I scraped my hand against the brick wall.