The Tale of a Human's Sanity

I don't know where to begin

My life has been a living hell

I'm not sure if I want to keep living, anymore

After what I've done… nothing's ever swell

But I have to move on and survive

Hoping that it would always last

And maybe, just maybe if I don't die

I could be doomed to relive the past

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My head hurts. My arms hurt. My legs hurt. Hell… my entire body hurts. But… why? All I can see right now is darkness. Or its just because my eyes are closed. I can't remember much of anything, really. I know I'm human, and basic human knowledge and culture. some of which I despise and some of which I enjoy. Though saying that I enjoy human culture isn't saying much. I despite it, more than liking some of its features, important or otherwise. A few thing that I hate spring to mind. Because of course they do.

I stare into the darkness, that is my eyelids being closed. I would open them, but for some reason I feel very weak, along with the pain I currently suffer, around my entire body, including my eyes. I feel... hangover-ish. But I don't drink alcohol. Or, I may have drunk alcohol before I was... If I did have some sort of drink, it could have been spiked. That maybe for certain. Or I was knockedout for some other mysterious reason.

Maybe this is just a dream. A very odd one at that.

I don't know what to do. I can't remember any 'recent' memories, being the last hour, before I was asleep. Or maybe knockedout. I don't know which one is true. I have some feeling that the latter is correct.

I try and wait for some strength to come back, so I can open my eyes. But for now… for some reason… I'll just relive the day that I just experienced, as painful as it is, but I just can't forget something so… let's say brutal. Though maybe that would be an over or understatement. I guess other people, if they watched what happened, can judge.

Well, I hope it's just another day at high school. I'm sorry, I hope it's a painless day at school. The days when you don't get teased, or poked, for at least… once. Just once. I'm just walking on a sidewalk, towards my school in Chicago, where it's always normal! I scoffed, as if it were that easy. I then imagine… living the good life. All day… every day… I can hope for that, all I want… but it'll never come true. Most of my life proves that, I guess. The morning I just had, definitely confirms it. But- forget it. Nothing won't ever come good of it- Stop it! I hit myself, dumbass.

I then notice the scenery around me. What a nice looking day. The sun is shining, with only a few clouds that are spotted. It was relatively… peaceful. For a long time… I can't remember when it was this quiet, around the streets. Unless there was going to me a brawl, or a gun-fight, it was never this silent. I was slightly suspicious, wondering if there was going to be an ambush.

No, I doubt that. To others, I'm worthless. Why they would kill me, is beyond me. No one's tried, thank the mythical god.

I was approaching my school, where I saw other people, both younger and older than me (I'm roughly the same age as most people in my year), getting slightly scared again. But… thinking about it, which all that is just normal for me. Ignore it, man. Ignore it…

But, hey… at least it is quiet and peaceful around here so-

"Hey, loser!" Oh, great. I eat my own words. Of course… the bullies were always around the front of the school. Whether they are waiting for me, or they just hang there, I don't know.

I just sighed, and lowered my head in shame, knowing what they were going to do next. They never beat me up, which is somewhat surprising, considering they are the school's bullies. Or… at least a small, yes small, part of them at this school. Which, may I add, mostly looks like a fucking dump. They approached me, as I walked through the front school gates, all three of them, two of whom were black, and the other was Hispanic. I don't get it, either. They would start teasing me, poking me, insulting me, maybe sometimes they would spit at me. Then…

Then it got worse. I shudder remembering those moments which came after. It… was too heartbreaking, soul-destroying, crushing my spirit, of what was left of it. I jut sighed at looked at the ground, with anger, wanting to beat up those bastards now. But, it's not like I have a choice in the matter right now.

After a few minutes of reliving those few moments, my strength was starting to come back now. I then slowly opened my eyes, which I had the ability of doing now. I was halfway opening them, when… the night sky. Whoa. I never seen it like this before. It's… beautiful. The night sky looks much more colourful, the stars are brighter, clearer than usual. I didn't see any yellow light, polluting the view of the sky, from other houses and buildings from the city. It was some sight to behold, as somewhat odd as it sounds. That's what it looked like to me, anyways. I felt calmer than before… something. Something which I couldn't remember. Oh, now I- remember… I sighed. Why do I always think of the negatives? I guess it's natural for me. Okay, just move on.

I wanted to sit up now, wondering if I had the strength. I did after a moment of trying to move the muscles in my body, aching in pain. Thankfully, it wasn't as much as when I first woke. I wonder how long I stared at the sky.

Well, I'm now sitting up and taking in the new… sights. The… creepy and eerie sights. Very dark colours, in a tone which wasn't very pleasant and reassuring. Dark colours spawned all around my vision.

I'm in a forest of some kind.

The trees of the forest, the colours came in the form of dark purples and blues. The bushes were in dark green. Moss covered random flora All having a negative vibe to me. Dangerous, perhaps. What kind of forest is this? The trees don't look like any forest I've ever seen, anywhere. I don't know where I can relate this forest to. I pondered for an unknown amount of time. It felt like hours, like everything I was feeling, including the pain that wasn't going away. Hang on, I'm getting some connection. From a book. The Heart of Darkness. The forests look like they were from the Congo. A darken African kinda look which I'm getting. 'Dark Africa'. That ain't a bad name for this forest. But…

Exactly where the fuck am I?

I can't remember exactly. I don't clearly remember anything after… that moment. Man, it gets me angry thinking about it.

After thinking that for who knows how long, I tried to clear my mind and rest.

I then stood too my two feet, while closing my bag, and looked down the path I was standing on. Both ways look nearly identical. I looked at my watch on my wrist (forget to mention it up until this point), and it said 8:43:14pm, about an hour after I decided to leave me house. I then sighed as I put the bag on the ground, and then preceded to lying and try to sleep on the ground. I didn't want to take the risk of exploring this deadly forest at night, so I decided to wait until morning.

It was an abysmal and interesting night, from the party too now, in the space of a few hours. Huh. The decision of putting the past behind me came quicker than I thought.

And my clothes, my black t-shirt, my grey sleeves, and my long dark grey tracksuit pants, didn't help me sleep, as it was really cold. I forget to bring a jacket. Damn. At least it wasn't raining any time soon, and it hopefully wouldn't be cold in the morning.

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And yet again, in true fashion of jinxing myself, it was raining. Thankfully it wasn't pouring. It was also much colder. I started to hate this forest there. What I also saw around my sleeping place confused me. There was fog everywhere, and there was darkness beyond the trees. My head felt slightly off, and my vision was ever so slightly black. Something was not right here. This game is starting to become deadly, blurring out some of my vision.

While I think this, I'm sitting up, and checking over my bag. No one has been around me last night. Thank mythical god. I look at my watch at its 8:23:05am. About normal wake up time in the morning. Or for me, getting beaten down until I get up.

I decided then to keep moving, because this forest seems unsafe for me. I put my bag on my back and stood up, looking in both directions on my path. I didn't know what was down either path. I looked towards where the sun was rising, and it was closer to the path on my right, so I went left. Might as well.

I walked through the fog, somehow. I kept attempting to be in a positive mood, while trying not to be spooked out by the look of this forest. And for the most part in my walk, in worked, surprising me even. I was whistling the British national anthem, because I liked the tune, and was slightly skipping slowly.

As I was walking, I observed the poisonous looking plants I encountered. I didn't touch any, just looked. The trees were also getting these odd patterns. All dark colours. Very odd. I heard a few roars coming from some unknown direction, but they were very faint, so I wasn't all that worried. But I was very… relieved. I haven't been this calm and unworried of being in pain, for a long time. Although pain is possible in this new world (it is), at this time I've yet to encounter it. It's been a spooky walk, but nothing looks like it can kill me, the plants and the flora, unless I interact with it, I think.

And when the moment when shit started to hit the fan, is when I heard a whole bunch of roars coming somewhere right in front of me, from a distance. I've been walking down this path for a good twenty minutes now, and this just suddenly happens. I wasn't sure what to do. Run off back down the path, or continue on, even more cautiously than before. I don't think my life has been worth it, I hope it will in the future, but now, we will see. I essentially said 'Fuck it', and continued down the path. The roars were getting slightly louder, but I couldn't see anything, even as the fog started to disappear.

At this time, the darkness was getting bigger around my surroundings. I was starting to get worried now. I slowly started to panic, but shook my head, when I came across a river. I looked around, and found ruins of a bridge, broken and laid over on the ground next to the river. That sort of spooked me, and lowered my chances of crossing this here river. I've been walking for thirty minutes now, and walked into a dead end of sorts.

And that's when I spotted four crocodiles or alligators (with what looks like rocks on their backs, oddly enough) in the river, slowly moving towards me, unsure of if they have noticed me, since their not looking, and unsure of whether I should go back. I could swim across, with the river not looking that shallow and going at an un-walkable pace, and I could hold up my bag while walking through it.

The downside is, if I trip over, I've lost my phone and my laptop, my only technology that I have, and that it could blow up right in front of me and/or electrocute me. And there are crocodiles swimming nearby. There was rarely any fog, and darkness for that matter, anywhere near the river. But the path behind me and over the other side, there's tons. I was pacing back and forth slowly, attempting to come up with a decision. I got my gun from out of my bag, just in case it came to that. I had a knife in my left pocket as well.

I decided to back off a few steps, getting close to the fog, when the crocodiles with rocks swam by, hoping they didn't see me and stop. And that's what they just did. All four of them saw me, and it looked like they made a beeline for me. I was now afraid there. "O-Okay… I d-don't want to hurt a-anyone h-here…" I stammered, backing off rather quickly into the fog, while the crocodiles move at the same pace I think, coming out of the water.

The first thing I noticed is that they are shaped like a crocodile, but their skin is entirely rock. Yeah, all of their skin are rocks. I got that feeling that this is not earth anymore. I didn't care to think about that as they approached me, getting closer. I booked it by then, not caring if they followed me, because I didn't think they would chase me, as I did not look back.

Thankfully, that didn't follow for the amount of time that I was running.

About five or ten minutes later, I assumed I ran to the same place where I slept. I was panting and sweating after continuously running.

The fog was mostly gone, surprisingly. The darkness also had lowered down in size. This place was odd indeed. I looked up at the sky, to see a nice looking sky, with the sun being redder than normal. I had a feeling there and then that I wasn't on earth anymore. There were too many unrealistic things occurring. I started to panic and pant, going down on my knees and looking at the ground, thinking about never meeting another human. It's a scary thought.

Even if all the humans I met caused me pain, it's still nerve racking to say that you're the only human alive on this planet. Or you're the only one of your race of this strange planer. But in some cases, you look forward, forget about the past, and don't turn back. In some cases.

And after running, it didn't get any better for a while, along with more running. I'm not really that active, so I now dislike running a lot. Now with every fibre of my being, or what's left of it, but I hate it nonetheless.

Now what happened, after thinking about all that, I got up after a debate in my head, but when I looked up, I froze, seeing a creature, right in front of me, was a Chimera? Or, at least it looked like one. The creature had a tiger's front body, a snake for a tail, and a goat's hindquarters and head on its left shoulder, along with multiple colours. All three heads just stood at me, not moving an inch, while I was trying my best to not shake, and stand still.

I walked back a step slowly, before the Chimera moved, charging at me. I braced for impact while closing my eyes, thinking about my life in a few split seconds, remembering nothing but bad moments, and maybe somewhat relieved that I won't experience anymore. But also feeling bad, that I won't ever make any friends, or for the record, anyone that likes, or even cares for me. I was scared nonetheless. I then just awaited my death, reluctantly accepting it.

And then after a moment, it just disappeared, as I wasn't killed, or felt any pain. I looked around in confusion. Why did I see an animal for a few moments, only to disappear when I braced? I thought the forest was getting to me there. Making me go insane, by seeing hallucinations. But, it could have been a ghost, which is very unlikely. But then again, that scene proved I wasn't on earth anymore. It made me wonder what world am I on.

Waste of fucking time, that was.

After compositing myself after a few moments, trying to get over the fear of pain and death, somewhat failing, I walked on. I was getting scared by the second, as the darkness slowly moved back into my vision. I heard the roars again, coming from an unknown direction, from some distance away. I was shuddering at that point. "Okay, the roars came from a faraway distance. It's only my imagination." I repeated to myself, in an attempt to calm myself down. It kinda worked for the most part. Before I stepped on a twig and jump scared myself, falling to the ground in the process. At this point, I was fucking scared of anything, and would kill on sight if provoked. I wanted to survive, with the adrenaline starting to occur in my body, for the hope of my dreams. I was not giving it up that easily, not matter what happened.

I got myself up, and looked around my surroundings, which was different. The fog had completely appeared again everywhere (with me barely able to see the path), the darkness was getting bigger in my vision, and there was the Chimera again, in front of me, staring at me. I stared back in slight confusion, wondering why I was seeing this beast again. Then it waved an arm, and turned around, running off down the path. Unsure of what to do, I followed running. It was the only path I could go down anyways, and I didn't want to go back towards that dangerous lake with whatever that crocodile-like creature was.

It was nine o'clock at this point in time. Every now and again, the Chimera (I didn't know the gender. Couldn't tell) would look back towards me to see if I was catching up. I would stop a few times to catch my breath, running in this forest. It's harder to run with a bunch of shit in your bag. The Chimera didn't seem like it mind. It would just look at me, while I felt nervous about running with this beast. Not that I had a real choice. I ran for about half an hour, wondering where the fuck I was going, but it was best not to question it when I'm following a ghost of some sorts.

I heard a roar and a scream coming from down the path, which I presumed was pretty close. As I was taking my gun out of my pocket, just in case I needed it (while the feeling of fear started to come back), the Chimera stopped in my tracks, slowly turning around. I froze in place while it was walking up to me slowly, while I kept hearing roars down the path. Its tiger head went up to mine, straight in my face with a small smile, and said "Please remember..." with a soft feminie voice of some sort. I was absolutely stunned by that remark, while the Chimera disappeared into the light. How did it know my name? What is this forest doing to me? Is this a part of the game? Have some fri- I wanted to rage there, but it wasn't the time. I started to hate this ghost, of if he's behind it, Discord. This forest was fucking me up.

Anyways, once this female Chimera spoke those words, I was stunned, scared in fear and I was looking into space, wondering what world am I in. It was fucking crazy, that's for sure. My trance was broken when I heard those screams again in a high-pitch, followed by a loud roar. I shook my head, not caring about that moment there and then, and bolted down the path, with my mind rushing through so many thoughts, that I couldn't describe it, hoping there is answers to my questions, of where, when, why, and how I'm in this forest, filled with… magic most likely. Fuck magic, sometimes.

After twenty or so seconds of running, I found the source of the loud noises, which, then, filled me with fear, anger and confusion. The source of the roaring was a creature the size and shape of a wolf… made out of wood, with green fucking glowing eyes. That stunned me, gazing at the creature. Why is there a wolf, made out of wood, in this- Thinking about it again, this forest is crazy after all, with all I've seen? I didn't, and couldn't, question it there and then, when I saw the prey it was roaring and staring at, a yellow coloured, small horse. From a distance, it looked like a small horse, with yellow fur and pink fur in a bunch of patterns on its head and tail, along with a tattoo of three symbols on its back leg that I couldn't make out, along with a few slight wounds on its body, around the neck area.

"What kind of fucking place is this?" I quietly asked to no one, making sure that both beings that are shown in front of me didn't hear those words. What I was thinking there is that this place had all kinds of crazy around. Magic does a lot of shit, both good and bad. Go figure.

It could be a pony, but one, how in this world is there creatures like everything I've seen? Two, why was this small creature was (really it was trying cower away from that big beast) with a wooden wolf. How did the pony encounter the wolf, and why wasn't the pony running away again? A justifiable reason as to why this small pony was facing a wolf like this, baffles me. The pony may not out run the wolf, I guess. It seemed too traumatised, to me. And finally, this wolf looked like a fucking badass. A wolf was made out of wood, which I guess, and shortly later proven, hardly made a dent in its wooden-made skin if you tried and attacked it. Magic is a bitch sometimes.

But while I was thinking this, I was frozen, unable to move any body part, while my backpack fell to the ground with a thud. No one else heard this. I watched for a few seconds as the wolf tried to swipe the… I went with the term 'pony' there, it just missed as it ducked, and kept moving away as fast as it could, crawling. I felt some sign of relief. It screamed out "Help!" in a high-pitched feminine voice. And these ponies can tal- It wasn't the time to ask that question, I had to roll with it. Anyways, it sounded like a girl, who seemed shy for some reason. I was filled with worry and some rage, a creature killed another creature that can't fight back (as hypocritical as it sounds, being a human and all), in this case, I had to save the pony, no matter what.

Before the wolf could attempt another swipe, I held my gun, and shot toward its right eye, hitting it in the process. The wolf yelped in pain, falling backwards to its left, keeping a claw on its eye, while feeling pain, I presume. I stared at it for a second, before looking at my gun, which was still being pointed at the wolf, and then at the pony, who was looking at me in, what I assumed was, surprise, shock, and maybe fear, on her face's expression. This small distraction made her crawl further backwards, out of attacking range, and against a tree. I turned back to the wolf, after ten or so seconds, to see the wolf charging at me with only one eye, it's left.

With my bag laying on the ground to the side, near the bushes (so hopefully it couldn't be destroyed and/or noticed by the wolf), I rolled out of the way, just in time for him to charge past, to the right of me. But it wasn't without a small wound to my lower left leg. I really wasn't limping then, as I was quickly moving back towards where the wolf was in pain. I think the pony was just watching this unfold, with the wolf ignoring her attention of her presence. The wolf tripped over while swiping my leg, and fell over onto the ground, rolling a few metres back down the path. I quickly pointed my gun at the wolf's head, and shot three times. It barely did anything, or if it did, it was good at not showing pain. The bullets just ricocheted off its head into different directions, with some wood being chipped out of its body.

While they do look badass, it's a big pain having wolves somewhat immune to wood. I couldn't question why it was made out of wood there and then, as the wolf was recovering and started to walk towards me. I then tried to shoot its left eye, but failed as there was no bullets left in the gun, and the other mags where in my bag, right next to the wolf (that it couldn't see it). I looked at the gun with a panicked expression, and through it on the ground, as the wolf started walking towards me in a fighting stance of sorts. I then got a more even more serious expression on my face, as I pulled out my two knives in both of my pockets, while we circle each other, looking each other in the eyes (or eye for the wooden beast).

We continued this for ten to twenty seconds, waiting for the other to make a move. I knew that this beast was stronger than me and faster, so I had to go on the defensive. When taking self-defence classes, 'I learnt that if you are fighting someone that is stronger than you, use that against him', or something like that. I was worried then, so I couldn't exactly remember. First, the wolf leapt at me, trying to jump on my body. I quickly ducked to my left side, and then grabbed onto the wolf, as it was still moving forward. I tried to stab its head with a knife, but made a little impact (only slightly breaking a log). I was on top of the wolf now, which was a mistake as it realised this, and lower its front legs and raised its back, to make me fall in front of the wolf. As I quickly turned around, the wolf leapt at me, getting on top of me.

The pony, watching, as screaming something that I couldn't comprehend. The wolf tried to bite into my head, but I moved first, with its head going mouth first into the ground. I stabbed at its head on the left side/with my right-holstered knife, hoping for something. There was some damage being shown, but it wasn't enough as the wolf got its head out of the ground, looking dazed. I took this as my chance as I kicked, with both of my feet, at its gut area, sending it backwards. But that was not before its claws swiped me across the face. Luckily it wasn't in the eyes, but five scratches was marked across my face. As I tried to get over the pain and tried to get up again, the wolf was backing off as well, trying to get its composure.

After a moment of putting my hand of my face, checking the damages, I was standing in front of the wolf, with small amounts of blood coming across my eyes and my vision. The wolf looked at me for a second before growling, and swiping, with its right claw, across my lower right stomach area, tearing the shirt and taking some flesh with it. I was caught off guard with this, not being able to react fast enough, when I immediately clenched my stomach so I could try and stop the pain as much as I could, and so that I could try and not bleed everywhere. The gash didn't go too far through my skin, but it definitely left a mark. I was on my knees when I was in pain, when the wolf was growling and charging at me again.

Only this time, I saw this coming.

As it was leaping into the air, I got my knife in my right hand, and swung it into its left eye. The wolf did not expect this, and was howling in pain for a good twenty seconds, rolling around in a position on the ground, while I was limping away with my stomach wound, but it wasn't without a sacrifice, as it clawed into my left shoulder. As the wolf got back up, after attempting to get over the pain, it looked towards me for a second, before I kicked its head with a left-roundhouse kick, taking it off guard. The kick made the wolf dazed and facing the opposite direction, when I did the same action, only with the right leg this time, into its left side of the head.

It turned around again, facing me with an expression in pain and maybe agony, along with it feeling dazed, I dropped the knives in my hands and punched the wolf in the head, with a right hook, followed by a left over hook, and finally a right uppercut. My fists had blisters in them and they were probably in pain, but I couldn't really feel it with the adrenaline soaring through my body. The wolf fell backwards on the ground, dazed and in pain, whimpering surprisingly. I then quickly turned around and grabbed my knives. But when I turned around, the wolf didn't try and attack me. Instead, it ran off down the path I ran to get here. I looked on as the wolf ran, before I collapsed to my knees, dropping the knives and trying to get through the pain. There, my eyes started to go teary, along with the blood that was there already.

"O-Oh my! Are you okay mister?" A soft voice asked me, towards my right. I looked towards the pony, giving her a chance to see the pain I was in. I then got a better look at this one. Her fur was a lighter yellow than I thought, and her Hair (or was it called Mane with horses) and Tail were coloured pink. Her mane (until I'm stand corrected) went over her eyes. The three symbols of her tattoo on her back legs (on both, oddly) where three pink butterflies. I couldn't ask why right there. She also had some scratches on her body, along with few bruises, but nothing looked serious, like what I was going through. She looked shy to me. When she looked at me for a moment, she had a horrified expression on her face, while I think she couldn't tell mine. For her question, I shook my head and replied with "Are you okay?" very slowly.

She shook her head pretty quickly, still with the expression, and said "Oh no, your hurt! You need to get help immediately!" Well no shit, Sherlock. I then, ever so slowly, got to my feet standing up, after half a minute. The pony still had a worried look on her face. I was panting with pain being sent through all of my body. Though, I have experienced worse, sadly.

I looked around my surroundings, to find my bag was in the bushes 100 or so meters away. I wanted to know if anything was damaged. If it was, I would be mad, but the amount of pain that I was in, it was hard to rage.

I then asked the pony a few questions, while I limped a few paces. "So… What's your name…?" I nervously asked. I wasn't the social person. Not that I had a choice or anything.

She then jumped up in mild-shock and made an 'Eep!' sound or something. After gaining her composure after a moment, she replied with "O-Oh, sure! My name is Fluttershy. Do you need any help?" in a very shyly voice, while also sounding concerned.

"N-No… I'll be…" I stammered, before being cut off while I fell to the ground, on my knees. I couldn't take the pain of walking for a while there.

The pony then immediately rushed to my side, surprisingly. She said "No, no! You can't wal- Wait here." While I was rolling over into a sitting-up position. My right hand was still on my stomach wound, bleeding in pain. She then continued, looking at the paths around us. "I'll find a friend. She can help you get to my cottage. I need to save you! I'll be back!" She yelled, somewhat rushing those words, as she then ran off down the path that was opposite of the one I came down. She said cottage, as my mind was blowing. I just nodded in response, still in shock over the events that just transpired. Ponies can talk, wolves are made out of, ghosts exist, and crocodiles are made of rock… What the fuck is this place?

I thought this while I was looking around, taking in the sights. It looked beautiful, too an extent. The path I came down still looked like it was a part of the 'Dark Africa' forest, but the new area that I'm in, looks around the same but with brighter colours, no signs of any fog and any darkness, and nothing that wants to kill me.

Although I still thought I was in danger, I could have died bleeding out before Fluttershy, weird ass fucking name that I have to question later, could find her 'friend' that can help me. She seemed nice, and really… cared for me then. I may have gotten a friend, by saving her life. But, and I sadly can't stop this, I always think about the negative side of things, unfortunately. I started to become nervous that she wouldn't come back for me. That she would leave me to die, my bleeding out. But, no. I thought she would come back and help me, with her 'friend' she mentioned. If she doesn't care for me, than the tone of the words she spoke said otherwise. So… she really did care for me. That what I realised there in that moment. I started to become happier, even with all the pain I was going through. Another question that I have to think about is, how long until they dump you and leave you in the gutter? That's what happens with humans, anyways. Maybe these ponies are different. She didn't seem like the violent type at all.

Digressing from this topic, I looked at my watch, which had one or two scratches on the glass screen, reading '9:42:12am'. Well it's been one hell of a morning, that's for sure. Time flies, but it really wasn't pleasant at all. Fucking Timberwolves. I wonder if their called that, but that's what I'm calling them from now on.

I got up a few times, slowly limping towards my gun, grabbing it off the ground with one knee down, and preceded to walk over to my bag in the bushes. I attempted to wipe the blood off of my eyes several times, but once I accidentally wiped blood over my mouth. I hate these badass wolves.

By the time I was walking, I didn't know how much blood I've lost, but I was now starting to feel slightly drowsy. I stopped in the middle of my walk, bending over with my hands on my knees. I wondered if she was going to come back anytime soon. It's been five minutes. And she didn't ask me how she was going to get her friend, which got me thinking there, thinking that she betrayed me and left me to bleed out. I was starting to get mad there, but then opted against it, and wait patiently, hoping that she would come back, and hoping that hope isn't bleak, because that's what it seemed there.

Faintly, I heard a shout coming from a raspy voice, confusing me. I stood up and looked around, first at the path I came, then the path to the right of it, where I saw something cyan in the distance. It was flying. Yeah, I didn't want to know why there and then, so I went with 'Magic'. I then turned around, suddenly when I heard a twig snap. It wasn't anything, as everything seemed unchanged to me. I shrugged it off.

And then it went further down the depths of mythical hell.

What I saw when I turned back towards that cyan thing, something happened in a split second that I hard to describe. What I saw, was a flash of cyan bolting towards me. Within a second, with no time to react, the thing speared me in the stomach-wound area, back into a tree, fifty or so metres away. On impact, my back starting hurting with a lot of pain, my abdomen was in immense amount of pain there, and there was more blood escaping my body. That attack took the absolute wind out of me, and I was unable to breathe for a few moments. My eyes were closed once the thing shot at me.

I was panting as two or three blisters coming out of my back was thriving in pain, contributing to ruining my shirt with tears, as I was panting, not at all catching my breath. Once I opened my eyes, with an expression on my face in pain, shock, and maybe horror, I saw the thing that attacked me, flying, or floating, in the air.

It was a cyan-coloured pony, only it could fly. A Pegasus I think it was called. This Pegasus had disorganised hair in a Rainbow-coloured pattern. The same with its tail. It had some sort of a pinkish-purple coloured eyes, and a tattoo on its back legs, the same with Fluttershy. Only this time, it was a cloud with some thunderbolt coming out of it.

I was in too much pain to even think why that was. Instead, I had a pair of eyes dawning down on me, with an angry expression that reads 'I want to kill you'. I started to get scared now, as I was already in shock.

The pegasi grabbed me by both collars of my shirt, or at least around my shoulder area, and then threw me back onto the tree in a sitting position. The amount of pain I could handle was getting smaller and smaller. The Pegasus then jumped onto me and shouted "Where is Fluttershy?!" in a feminine and raspy voice, while holding back her right foreleg, ready to punch me. I tried to respond to that, but she already threw a right hook, hitting my jaw. I was in excoriating pain then. It got worse. I then responded, stammering, as she landed even more punches.

"I sav-" She laid a left hood to my right cheek area. "ed her li-" By then, she just laid three more right hooks to my face. In my vision, I could barely see this Pegasus. Blood was all over my vision. And for a moment while she was punching, I was wondering why this pony was hurting me. I guess this was Fluttershy's friend, and they were both trying to find each other. And this one saw me, standing there with marks all over my face, and probably the amount of blood on the ground, which I didn't noticed. I put two and two together, and thought that she thought I ate her friend, and that I was the main culprit. But when you think about it after a moment, there is a few traces that don't make sense. Like, there are no marks of anypony's hands- sorry, hooves' bruises anywhere on my body. I couldn't say this to her, because after her third shot, I was unable to talk, paralysed probably.

I really thought I was going to die from this Pegasus, and then accepted it, as I thought there that no one cared for me. As she was going for her sixth punch of my face, with some blood on her hair and her hooves, a voice suddenly stopped that. I couldn't make out exactly who, but I guess it was Fluttershy. My ears were also slightly paralysed, not sure how that works, but it happened. After a few seconds, the pegasi's expression slowly went from anger, to shock, to guilt and regret. Then then quickly backed away from me, when my vision was starting to black out. When she completely backed off, I saw a yellow blur, presumably Fluttershy, and a purple one, around the same size, and a smaller purple blur. I didn't know what to make of this.

After a second of the batshit-crazy pony backing off of me, I tried to say something, before falling over to my side and blacked out. Arrivederci.