Prologue: A Revolting Shock
MLP FiM Fanfic: H4X
By: Lucario247
Prologue: A Revolting Shock
As I climbed the ladder, I made sure that I wasn't being followed. Upon reaching the top, I placed a claymore by the ladder entrance and then lay on the ground. I put my Glock into it's holster and pulled out the .50 cal. Sniper rifle. I scanned the sandy ground below, looking for a target. Hearing explosions and gunfire far away, I reloaded the almost empty clip.
Movement catches my eye. I see a person cautiously walking through the open area. I smile devilishly as I look down the sights and align the crosshairs over the enemies head, or it was equivalent of aiming at his head. The shockwave sent a wave of force through my stomach, as I pulled the trigger. The enemies head exploded in a splat of crimson color.
I had to move fast. The enemies pack of supplies was lying there for anyone to take. I got up and ran to the corpse as fast as I could, trying not to fatigue myself. I grabbed the pack and was about to head back to my sniping position, when I realized I forgot the main action of creating hate and annoyance. I stood over the corpses head.
"Crouch. Stand. Crouch. Stand. Crouch. Stand..." I said as I did the actions.
A group of enemies rounded the corner and spotted me. They raised their weapons and began to fire. I continued my T-bagging session.
"Crouch. Stand. Crouch. Stand. Run."
I then ran through a sand filled area and climbed up a slanted duct. Jumping, I managed to get into my sniping position without anyone noticing. Seeing someone from the group that was chasing me, I wonder why that person is going the opposite direction than his buddies.
"Whatever." I think to myself
I pull out the .50 cal. and point it in his general direction. I pull the trigger and the aimbot works it's magic. I receive extra headshot points as the person I just killed screams into his headset.
"What the fuck?! You didn't even point your gun at me! You fucking hacker! I should kick your shitty ass to the fucking moon! Why don't you suck on my big black di-"
I mute my headset so I don't have to endure the rants of the person. The sad part was that the guy who was yelling didn't sound older than 11. I didn't really want to live on this planet anymore.
My dog, who had been sleeping on her bed nearby, jumped up and trotted over towards the garage.
"Shit. Mom must be home." I thought as I jumped up and turned off the tv and Xbox.
I tore off my headset and ran to my room. I climbed up into my bunk bed and pulled out he bookmarked book. I move my eyes along the words, pretending to have my nose stuffed into the pages. I hear the screen door being unlocked and the wooden door squeaking on its hinges.
"Hi there, Lolita!" my mom said to my dog, who was probably wagging her tail and jumping around in excitement.
She walked to the doorway of my room and peered in. "Hi Luke! I'm back from the gym. How's the reading coming?"
"Fine..." I mumbled, pretending to be engrossed in the book.
"Are you done with the chapter yet?" she asked
"Almost."
"Luke, you've been reading the same chapter for two hours now! You should've been done with it a while ago!"
I looked at her with annoyance, "Well, The Odyssey is a hard book! I hardly understand a word any of these guys are saying."
"Let me guess, you were playing Modern Warfare 3 again?"
The best way to tell a lie is to believe that the lie you're telling is true. You have to say the lie as of it is the actual truth. Also, eye contact is key. Keeping your voice as calm and certain as possible is also very important. I combined all these aspects into a simple reply.
"No Mom. I admit, I did take a couple of breaks. Playing with the dog and grabbing a snack, but other from that, I've been hard at work." When being a hacker like me, it's important to know the skill of lying.
"Hm...Alright, whatever. Just get back to work." she said as she walked to her room to change.
But she returned a second later and said, "Seriously Luke. If you fail an assignment before you even enter the classroom, you are going to be one unhappy kid."
I waited until she had left to pick up my DS and plug in the action replay.
"Gotta catch me some Pokemans." I said as I turned the console on, behind the book.
Later that night, I was lying in bed, searching for computer software on my jail-broken iPod. I continued to look as I began to listen to some Deadmau5 that I pirated from a website. From under the door, I saw that my mom's light had turned off in her room. I waited a few more minutes until I heard her distinct snoring. I jumped out of bed and headed to my computer. I was planning to hack someones World of Warcraft account.
I turned on the monitor and opened Firefox. Typing in the URL for battle.net, I pulled a jump drive containing all my hacking software from my drawer. I plugged into the USB hub and waited for the icon to appear. I clicked on the user information tab on the website and opened up the jump drive icon.
I then proceeded to-(You really think I'm going to tell you how I hack stuff?! Man you're gullible. But seriously, if you're only here to learn how to hack someone's WoW account, then piss off!)
I accidentally knocked a stapler off of the desk. I sit stock still as the hacking program works its magic. The light in Mom's room doesn't come on. I let out a sigh of relief as I pick up the stapler. As I set the stapler on the table, I notice a pop up has shown up on the screen.
"Hacking detected. Alerting site authority and tracing hacker." it said with a loading bar that was atleast 20% full.
"Oh fuck." I whispered. I forgot to activate the site security sedative program.
I quickly opened up the program that would stop the tracing. I turned it on.
"Ok...shit." The program wouldn't be able to stop the tracing in time, seeing the pace the loading bar was at.
Frantically looking around for a solution, I say under my breath, "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck..."
The program was at 85% completion. The only way to end it now was to shut off the computer. The power button would take too long to work, so I reached under the desk towards the power strip. Instead of flicking the switch, I desperately pulled the plug out of the wall.
I instantly regretted the action, as a great amount of electricity shot through my body. The force threw my body away from the socket with a loud bang. As I crashed into the opposite wall, I felt every hair on my body stand on end from the static electricity. I slid to the ground and began to have spasms from the great and sudden amount of energy that went through my body.
It hurt. A lot. I wished I could scream from the agony, but my mouth and throat muscles wouldn't move. My body wouldn't react when my brain told it to move. Instead my limbs randomly flexed, and stiffened. Instead of screams leaving my mouth, white foam began to seep from my lips. The back of my head and neck felt wet. I was most likely bleeding.
I saw the door open and my mother rush in, still in her pajamas. Lolita was at her feet. She flipped the switch on the wall for the lights, but they wouldn't come on.
"Luke! Are you al- Oh my god!" she said as she saw my writhing body.
That's when I started to feel the tug of unconsciousness.
"Luke! Stay with me! You're going to be alright! Luke?! LUKE!!!"
And that's the last I heard and saw of her.
I was surrounded by voices when I regained consciousness. My eyes were still shut when my brain decided to wake up. I felt like I was in motion, I guessed I was on some sort of cot. The voices around me began to sound more distinct as my brain began to get over it's grogginess.
"We need to get him to the room, stat!"
"These burns could be pretty serious."
It sounded like I was in a hospital.
"The spasms have stopped. Finally!"
"Are y'all right sugarcube?"
This last voice had a thick southern accent. I wasn't surprised. Cowboys weren't very rare in Arizona. Them and Mexicans.
I opened my eyes, only to be blinded by the lights of the ceiling. I could see the silhouette of someone looking at me from one side of the gurney that I was apparently on.
"You're going to be just fine there pardner."
The voice sounded female. I saw that the silhouette had a comboy hat on. Why a doctor would be wearing a cowboy hat in a hospital, was beyond me.
"Ma'am, you're going to have to stay out of the way or leave." someone said to the cowgirl.
"Awright then."
"Ah, she must be a witness or bystander or something." I thought.
The gurney turned a corner, and I heard a door open behind me. The gurney slid in and I was placed onto a hospital bed. I looked around at the room through blurry vision. It was slightly darker in here than the hallway, so I could see better.
"Why are the doctors wearing such strangely colored clothing?" I thought to myself, "And why are they walking on all fours?!"
I was afraid that the shock from the wall plug had snapped my brain. I looked over a the patient in the bed across the room. He or she was in an all pink body cast.
"Must be a she." I thought.
I raised my hands to rub my throbbing head, but they were blocked by some kind of hard material. I looked up at the material and stared. My face betrayed my mind and didnt show any surprise.
Instead of hands, I had electric blue...I don't even...hooves? I looked at the doctors, except there were no doctors. Only horses. They were talking to each other, telling others to do something. They were TALKING.
"Yep. My brain is toast." I thought to myself.
The person in a body cast wasn't actually in a body cast. It was just that HE had pink fur.
I looked at the horses in bewilderment,"What's going on?"
A nurse horse came up to me and said, "You're in the hospital dear. You were struck by lightning! You have burns all ov-"
"Why am I a fucking horse?!?!" I shouted.
They reacted to one of the words I said, and it wasn't fuck. When I said horse, they all stared at me as if I'd just swore in front of their children.
A coconut brown horse walked over to the horse with the cowboy hat and said, "It appears the patient received amnesia from the bolt. Do you know him?"
"Nnope." she replied.
And with that I jumped off the gurney and ran into the hallway. It was hard to even walk with these horse legs that I somehow had. It felt more natural to move on all four legs, so I went along with it. Anything to get away from this crazy shit.
I continued to walk, running caused me to trip, down the hallway. I could hear shouts behind me. I still pressed on.
Suddenly I felt a strong pain on my butt. I turned around to see a dart that had pierced his skin. I felt the dark tug of unconsciousness again.
I let my hooves stop and felt myself fall to the ground to embrace the black sleep once again.
