I stand silently on the rusted bridge rails, the wind blowing furiously against my face, causing my eyes to slightly tear up. A laugh softly rises from my throat and I turn my head, looking back over my shoulder as thunder booms loudly in the sky. Of course, there is nobody there, just a lifeless street being pelted by heavy rain.

I turn back, looking down at the churning waters below. Its finally happening, I'm finally going to leave this world behind...But why does it have to be so inconvenient!?

The weather had been perfect at first when I had arrived, bright blue skies and fluffy clouds, but soon after an intense storm had boiled up out of nowhere! When I had planned this, I made sure to choose a time and place where everything was to be to my specifications, that’s why I decided on today to do it. A sunny day, off a bridge, and a quiet, serene atmosphere, these were my requirements. It was my suicide of course, it had to be perfect!

“God damnit...I guess having to wait another day isn’t too much...”, I mutter to myself and lift my leg back to step off of the ridge, but ah, what is this!?! The wind suddenly buffets me with more force than before, causing me to quickly lose my balance. I slip and flip off the rails, A shout escaping my lips. The side of my head slams against the concrete ridge as I tumble off the side of the bridge, causing my vision to swim.

Lightning streaks down and sparks against the water. A blazing red light flashes out from the contact, blinding me and only which causes the trauma to my head to become more intense.

“Ah...fuck...”, I sigh, my mind slipping into unconsciousness as my body plummets into the inky depths below.

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A strange calm quickly overwhelms my senses, putting my conscious into a zombie-like condition. My thoughts are slow and sluggish, barely able to form anything coherent. My vision is obstructed, no...its as if my eyes don't exist anymore in this state. My ears, nose and mouth appear to not be working also. The only sense left is a fuzzy feel of my surroundings, leaving me with only a vague detection of what is going on.

A comfortable warmth surrounds me. I am suspended in it's grasp as it rocks and twists around me in slow contortions. It is a foreign, but pleasant feeling, almost like...bliss...Heh...

This feels...so nice~...

My mind is hesitant at first, but then I give in and relax even more, almost in a complete meditative state, until all of the warmth suddenly ends, abruptly torn from me as if by a vacuum, and disappears with a loud *POP*.

"Agh!", I gasp in surprise, sucking in a large breath of damp, cool air.

...

Huh..I’m...still alive..?

A dull ache thrums through my head and my sight is still filled with a pitch black, but its more solid this time.

“What..the hell?”, I slowly curse out loud as my mind begins to re-adjust.

“Come on, move darnit! ...Agh, you useless idiot! Why couldn’t I have summoned something better, did the spell malfunction!?”

A loud and obnoxious voice explodes into my ear from my side, causing my head to jerk sharply to the side. I moved my face in the direction and finding that I still couldn’t see. Although, this time my eyes are shut tightly, sealed behind a thick layer of dust covering my face.

“The heck...calm down...”, I plead, rubbing the dust off and opening my eyes, only to find that the source of the voice is standing in front of me, and its...a blue pony girl?

Several feet before me, the most questionable creature I had ever seen was standing. She reminds me of a drawing an acquaintance showed me once, basically just a bunch of anthropoid animal scribbles on a piece of paper. Of course, she is a lot more 'real', and in more senses than one.

She is humanoid in figure and stands almost 5 feet tall, but still somewhat short in comparison to me. Her body is covered in a short, blue coat of fur and also has various equi-nesque features, such as a long blue horse tail, tall oval ears sprouting up from the sides of her head, and a slightly elongated snout. A short, swirled horn protrudes out of her forehead.

She is also sporting a flamboyant purple witch outfit, complete with a flared mini-skirt. There is a figure-hugging black vest going over her long sleeved shirt, covering the obviously raised mounds on her chest, the only reasons I can assume her sex. Her snout slightly scrunches as she glares angrily at me with her matching purple eyes, and her hands tightly grasp her round hips.

“Am I...dead? Is this the afterlife?”, I mumble to myself with a dazed look on my face.

“That’s where you’re about to be going if you don’t stop acting like an idiot and save me!”

She begins to scream and rant at me again and points off to the side.

My eyes follow her impatient motions and see another pony creature across from us, except this one had very noticeable differences, such as its more masculine features and rugged black coat. Reminiscent of a Shakespearean vagabond, his hair is matted and full of dreadlocks, he is even wearing clothing that loos like it had been stitched together from various leafs and twigs.

I also notice as I examine him that we are standing in a medium sized clearing, slightly bigger than my backyard and I am in the center, right between the two.

“So,” the rugged pony-man spoke, “this is your secret weapon that you were going to use against me? Hmph! It doesn’t even do anything except stand there looking like an imbecile!”

“Argh!”

The witch screeches loudly in her annoying voice. “Attack already!”

“Wait, what is-!”, I try to speak, but the man-pony interrupts me, cackling loudly with his archaic voice.

“Kekekek! Well then, if you’re just going to sit there, I’ll go first!” His face twists into a devilish grin and he raises his hand towards me.

“SCORCH!”

His shrill voice sounds loudly through the air and dark flames began to form and group together, suspended in front of his hand, before he shoots it off towards me.

I try to move, but can only manage to make a high pitched croak and stand still as the fireball rockets towards me.

*THUD*

The flames crash into my chest, causing a miniature explosion in front of me and send me flying backwards. A small squeal escapes my lips as I feel the force of the flames' impact crushing my chest. They crackle and pop as they dance around my body, painfully burning away my flesh, but I am incapable of screaming out in pain.

I give up, closing my eyes and giving one last shudder, waiting for the inevitable feeling of death to envelope me...

Author's Note

Hello and thank you to whoever is reading this! Again, I hope you had some type of experience reading and thought something about it. Don't be apprehensive about leaving comments with good, bad or neutral criticism, I don't mind it. Oh, also, what do you people think about the title? I spent a while agonizing over it) and if you think it isn't up to par with your expectations, I am open to any new suggestions!