Cherished Emotions

Cherie acted before Celestia could react, forcing the princess' head backwards with a fast strike from her palm then following it up with an elbow to the side of the head which sent Celestia careening into the bed Cherie had woken up on. Dashing to the door before Celestia could recover, Cherie wrenched the two inch thick wooden blockade open and fled the room.

She found herself in a hallway with doors spread out evenly on each side -about every ten feet or so- and large incandescent lights shining down from the ceiling. At the end of the hallway to the left was a door that presumably led to the main lobby of the building, and to the right there was a much larger set of double doors with a rectangular window inset in each door. Cherie could see a small grassy hill dotted with a myriad of different colored flowers through the windows, and she made a snap decision to exit through that door. Cherie may not have known where she was at the moment, but she was certainly not going to wait around and find out from the natives. She had places to go and people to fuck over, she had no time to have a tea party with some talking horse-like creatures.

Dashing down the hallway in this kind of situation left a bad taste in Cherie's mouth, reminding her of several circumstances where she and the rest of the Slaughterhouse Nine had to do something similar. Shaking off any feelings that would distract her as she approached the door, Cherie slowed down just enough to grab one of the door handles, swing the door inwards and rush outside, making sure to swing the door closed behind her just in case Celestia had recovered enough to follow.

Cherie crouched and moved along the right side of the building keeping her hand along the wall so she didn't accidentally stray out far enough for one of the natives to easily spot her. Peeking around the corner once she reached the edge Cherie spotted the outskirts of the city she had arrived at before she fainted. Seeing as there was a grassy hill behind the building she woke up in, she was probably at the edge of the city, not far enough away to be in the outskirts, but not so close that there were skyscrapers everywhere in sight and not a hint of nature besides the occasional tree planted in one of the sidewalks.

Knowing that the outskirts of this particular city would be a great place to hide from her previous visitation to the place on the run from some of the natives, what with the beaten up fences and all sorts of crap lying about, Cherie made her way around back around to the other side of the building where she wouldn't be in plain sight of any natives going for a leisurely stroll. Once she had reached the opposite side Cherie began sneaking her way through some tall grass that probably hadn't been taken care of in a few weeks.

In no time at all she had reached her destination and hidden out of view in an ally behind a dumpster that looked like it was rather close to bursting out the seams. "Ahh..." Cherie sighed as she stood back up to her full height, glad to be done with the whole moving around while crouching thing. She leaned against the wall, resting for a bit before she moved on. There was no need to tire her body out from constantly running around with no food or water.

Cherie hummed as she thought about what to do next. She would need to locate a near constant supply of food and water first, then she would need to do something about shelter. While she could survive with out having shelter from the elements, she wouldn't be able to do it for very long. After she had succeeded in securing all three of those, she could afford to find out more about this odd place called Equestria that she found herself in, and see if there was a way she could get back to Earth Bet, as there was no possible way she was still there. She would know if there was a place called Equestria where the natives were miniature talking horse-like things.

Moving through the outskirts unnoticed was pathetically easy, none of the natives were even around, most likely because it was the middle of the day and they were all off doing whatever horse-like things do during the middle of the day, but still, she was practically walking down the middle of a street in plain sight and she hadn't been noticed yet. If this was how the whole of 'Equestria does their things then it would be the simplest thing ever to go about her business without gathering attention.

"Stop right there creature!"

And maybe she had thought too soon. Cherie slowly turned towards the direction of the voice, spotting a white furred equine without a horn or wings, and wearing some kind of roman looking armor pointing a spear in her direction. "Now why would I do that?" She replied dryly.

"Lay flat on the ground with your hooves above your head right now or I will have to use force!"

Cherie's right eye twitched. "No."

The equine looked like it was about to say something but Cherie had little to no patience to chat with anything who couldn't tell the difference between hands and hooves, and so she turned around and kept walking. If the equine had a death wish and chose to attack her then she would do the honors of teaching it why you don't mess with something you know nothing about, painfully.

She could hear the equine charging her from behind, and she let out a soft groan; she was really not in the mood at the moment. Falling to the ground just before the horse thing reached her Cherie lifted herself up with her arms and swung her legs around, knocking the horse's hooves out from under its body and leaving it winded on the ground while she got back to her feet.

"You're quite stupid you know that?" Cherie spoke while snatching up the spear that had fallen to the ground and twirling it in her right hand, debating on how best to teach the equine a lesson. "And I know just how to teach you a lesson!" She exclaimed as she put a foot on its throat to keep it from moving and ripped its helmet off with her free hand, allowing her to poke the equine's forehead with the tip of the spear. With a flurry of sharp jerks of the spear she sliced into the equine's head, leaving a single word inscribed for all to see.

"You'll always be stupid you know that? And this will only prove that to anyone you know. I wonder if anybody will even want to be seen with you once they see this." Cherie giggled as she stepped back from the screaming equine and admired her handiwork. The wounds she had cut into its head would probably be healed the same way her arm had been, but it would certainly scar. "I'll be keeping this spear of yours, Stupid." Cherie mocked, emphasizing the word she had sliced into his forehead.

With that done she ran off before others arrived, the spear grasped tightly in her hand as she fled the outskirts of the city.