“I'd like another bottle, my good sir.” Ah, brilliant you had decided to read up on my little tale. Ugh, I always manage to screw up my introductions but nothing a little trial an error can't fix.

Hello and welcome, my name..hmm, lord it's been so long since I've said this, my name is Nathan Santiago, a six foot two, twenty five year old male. I currently reside here in the United States of America, more specifically Florida.

I'm not what you might call average, I'm able to do things normal men could only dream of. Of course because of said ability I am the most wanted by the government.

It all started when I was only a wee lad of ten years, my father was a scientist. Not a world renowned scientist but he got by with what he had.

Project after project, my family was known because of my father. It was a great time for my family until my tenth birthday.

My father had wanted to show me his latest invention that would supposedly change the world. Can you guess what It was? No?

A time machine, a real working time machine and being the idiot that I was, I had activated it by mistake. It worked in a way but not in the way it was intended to work.

The machine had been activated but sent a large pulse that froze everything and everyone it went though, except me. Looking back I could only chuckle at the memory of me trying to wake my father as he was stuck in time until I touched him.

To say that he was saddened that time travel wouldn't be in his grasp was putting it mildly. But he didn't care, all he did care was for my safety.

Eventually he gave up the science business because of that incident and I had gotten to live out my childhood. When I hit fifteen however I had found out about my abilities and told my parents.

I was being mugged and I wouldn't go down without a fight, even if the man had a gun. I had only managed to shove him away before he fired, making me raise my hands in a poor attempt to shield myself but after a minute of nothing, no sound just the echo of my breathing, I had looked up only to find the bullet inches away from my face.

Looking at my hands, seeing them ripple up as if it was a broken mirror only to be back to normal for a few seconds before doing it again. Only by the sight it reminded me of the incident and quickly deduced this ability as the effect of the broken Time Machine.

Not a day goes by when I remember that incident. I need to cut this short, I hear sirens, a lot of them.

Cut to a few years later when I turned eighteen, the day the government found out about my abilities and had tried to capture me. Of course, I had practice and managed to accelerate their aging until they turned to dust.

Since then, I've been on the run since that day. All that happened thirty years ago. Right, I didn't mention that I could alter my age.

“Wonder what the police are after.” I heard the bartender. I chuckled at this and took a sip from the bottle.

“I have a pretty good idea.” I said as the front door was kicked open, allowing a few S.W.A.T officers to swarm the bar while I casually took another sip.

“We've got you surrounded, Santiago.” I heard someone speak through a megaphone. I took one more sip of the bottle and placed it on the counter with the money I owed.

I stood up from the stool, making the officers flinch at my movements. I sniffed a bit, stupid allergies come at the wrong time.

“Really, how many times have you pigs tried this? Two, three, maybe five thousand times and it all ended the same way.” I told them. I could see that half the officers were shaking while others were standing there ground. I looked at one that was visibly shaking and moved my hands, causing him to open fire at me.

Raising my hand as it ripples, the bullets stopped in their tracks. Turning my head slightly with a bored expression.

They took this as a threat and started firing at me, only for the bullets to stop. I can focus these powers at people if I wanted to.

All of a sudden the bullets went back to where they came from, exactly how they've been fired and very unfortunate to those who lowered their weapons.

Five went down, dead with three bullets each. I sighed as I focused again this time for a different result. Time stopped in it's track, nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen moving.

I walked up to the remaining officers and took their guns, taking out the clips and taking them with me after putting the weapons back to their rightful owners.

I then walked out the door, seeing three S.W.A.T vans, ten police cruisers and one black mustang. I rolled my eyes as I started walking down the sidewalk.

I passed by panicked citizens that ran away from the scene as I kept on walking. I saw a man wearing a ski mask that had jumped through a window of a three story high building.

Seeing an old run down apartment building, I knew I was home. Walking inside the open door and heading towards my room, I had seen my neighbours looking out the window as a cruiser was supposed to go by the building.

I arrived at my door and resumed time, hearing panicked yelling from the people outside and opened the door before heading inside.

Closing the door behind me, I saw what I call home. An old room with only one window, a shredded sofa/bed, a small kitchen with literally millions of roaches and a bathroom that I don't use for shit.

Walking towards the only little closet and opening it, seeing a few guns neatly hanging by the pole of the closet. I bent over and picked up the M9 on the floor and checked for ammo, seeing that I have less than I thought, I then took out the magazine clips I took from the idiots who tried and found only two M9 clips while the rest were either for assault rifles or marksman rifles.

Taking the clips, the gun and a granola bar for reasons, I had walked out the front door but before dropping a match that just so happens to be lit.

Hearing the flames behind me, I closed the door and put on my best frightened face and ran around the apartment building screaming fire.

One hour later

After successfully evacuating the entire building and leaving a small fortune outside for them. My parents were wealthy people and I had inherited their fortune.

So giving these people two million dollars each wasn't anything to be worried about, in fact I rarely use the money for myself. To say that they were thankful was putting it mildly, they had worshipped me as if I was royalty.

I told them they had never seen me ever and in return they kept the money. I had left before an answer could be given and walked into an alley next to a convenient store.

Waiting by the back door of the store was a good friend of mine, Albert ‘Al' Roy. He kept me supplied with food and drinks each month. A five foot three young Hispanic man of eighteen years.

He stood there having one of his daily smoke before he noticed me. He dropped the cig onto the floor before crushing it with his foot.

“I heard the gunfire from here.” He said as he opened the door slightly and took out a small school backpack, then gave it to me.

“Sorry but I couldn't find a bigger bag so you'll have to ration your meals. Most of the things inside the bag are frozen.” He said to me as I opened the bag and saw bottles of water and a few boxes of microwave ready meal.

“I'm guessing the bag will keep things cool.” I said, earning a nod from him. He quickly gave me a brief hug and pulled away.

“Thanks for being a good friend, hermano.” Al said with a smile.

“Thanks for keeping me a secret and good luck with collage.” I said as I turned around and started walking away.

“Don't be a stranger!” I shouted before turning a corner, seeing the other end of the alley way. I may be rich but I prefer to have clothes that let me blend in with everyone around me, which is why I wore an old grey hooded jacket and a pair of torn work jeans.

Once I stepped out of the alley way, I looked to my right and saw the news stand and picked one up, seeing a few useless info. I stopped as I saw that a few people have witnessed seeing a child-like humanoid equine around Everglades national park at night.

The picture wasn't detailed but I could see the body of a child. The poor little one most be lost, looking at my wrist watch and seeing that it was midnight. The ticking hand of the watch slowly stopped as well as the people around me.

“Everglades is nearby. So away we go.” I said to.myself as I headed north.

I arrived at the entrance to the national park and walked in after resuming time. If what they said was true, the little one shouldn't be too far from the entrance.

I derailed from the dirt path and headed into the forest, hearing crickets and a few howls. A could see that the trees were decaying. I saw a small lake from where I stood and saw that it was full of trash.

I climbed a small hill and saw a boulder. I decided to rest my legs for a bit and enjoy the night, even if it was inside an abandoned park.

I pulled the pack in front of me and opened it. I reached inside, hoping that Al gave me my favorite snacks. Feeling a small bar shaped item in my hand, I pulled it out and saw that it was indeed a granola bar. Opening the pack and throwing it to the side of the boulder, I began to eat.

Halfway through my granola bar, I heard a twig snap. I turned back and tried to find who it was.

“Come on out, I'm not going to hurt you.” I said out loud. A minute of silence later, a shadow walked out of the bushes. I waved at the shadowy figure to come closer. Once the figure stepped into the moonlight, it revealed that the shadowy figure was actually a humanoid equine child.

Shocked, yes. Surprised, most definitely. I looked at the child and saw that it wore old and torn clothes. The child looked hungrily at the granola bar in my hand.

I lowered my hand towards the child, holding the granola bar out for the child. It saw this and slowly raised its hand before quickly snatching from my hand.

“Can you speak?” I said as I took out a water bottle from the bag. I opened the bottle and gave it to the child, it saw this and took hold of the bottle. It quickly gulped the entire bottle down before coughing a bit from doing so.

“Thank you.” I heard the child say. By the sound of its voice, it is actually a she.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked her. I looked at her again and saw that instead of skin it was orange fur that covered her body. Her hair, or is it mane? Whatever, her hair and tail were a shade of purple. Her muzzle wasn't as similiar to a normal equine, she almost looked human if it wasn't for her muzzle and large eyes.

“I don't know. One minute I was back home crusading with my friends, the next I'm here. You're the only one who didn't try to catch me or..” She trailed off before getting to her knees as tears streamed down her muzzle. I looked at her and stood up before walking up to her. I crouched down and took hold of her. My parents use to do this to me whenever I was sad, angry or depressed.

“You don't need to finish explaining.” I said to her. I felt something on her back. Looking behind her, I could see wings, she had wings. Pushing my astonishment to the back of my mind, I kept comforting the girl crying into my jacket.

I stayed like this until her quiet sobbing was replaced with hiccups. She pulled back and sat In front of me as she wiped her eyes.

“T-thank you.” She said with a small hiccup. I nodded at her.

“Can you tell me your name? I'm Nathaniel Santiago but Nate or Nathan for short.” I introduced myself.

“My name is Scootaloo.” She said. I pulled my bag in front of me again and pulled out another bar.

“Are you still hungry? I've got a few left.” I said to her. She nodded at me and I took the wrapper off before giving it to her.

“Where are you from or where did you first appear in the forest? I want to help you get back to your home.” I said to her. She took the last bite and looked at me.

“Umm, I'm from Equestria and I showed up near that icky lake.” She said. I nodded before standing up and holding a hand out for her. She took hold of it and I helped her up to her feet.

I let go of her hand but she didn't let go of mine. I looked at her questionably before taking hold of her hand again.

We then started walking towards the lake.

After a short trek, we had arrived at the lake and she took me to a slightly singed area. The area was singed in a small circle.

“Here, I woke up here a week ago.” Scootaloo said.

“A week? Hmm.” I muttered to myself as I heard a time echo. It felt a week old.

“Hold on tight.” I said to her and felt her tighten her grip on my hand. I closed my eyes before quickly snapping them open. Time stopped again, this time it there was an echo.

“Whoa.” Scootaloo said, her voice echoed around us. I focused on the echo and saw a projection. It showed a deer that was eating a bit of the grass, this lasted for five minutes before a small ball of light appeared. It grew to the size of Scootaloo and touched the ground, singing it as it did.

I kept watching as did Scootaloo. Soon a projection of Scootaloo was dropped out of the sphere. She was unconscious and the sphere never left.

I looked up and saw the projection of a full moon. After seeing the echo again, I saw that the spere appeared as soon as the clock struck midnight and the moon was full.

I sighed as I stopped listening and allowed time to continue on.

“That was awesome!” I heard Scootaloo shout out. I smiled a bit before frowning at the revelation.

“Listen, I know how to get you back but it'll take about a month and until then, I'll be taking care of you.” I said as i took off my jacket. I gave it to her and she put it on.

It was too big for her but it'll have to do for now.

“So what now?” She asked. I closed my eyes and thought.

‘I don't usually stay in one town for more than a year and knowing that the authorities know of my stay here, I'll need to be extra vigilant.’

Opening my eyes, seeing her tilting her head a bit and waitining for an answer.

“Now, we try to get you some clothes.” I said as I felt her take a hold of my hand again. I looked down at her with a smile.

‘I think this is a start an awesome friendship.’ I thought as a helicopter flew by with a spot light. They're looking for a man in a grey jacket and has brown hair, I dyed my hair two days ago.

The spotlight shone on us and Scootaloo hid behind me. I looked up, acting as if I was someone else that was angry and started shouting. The Helicopter then flew away, leaving with a smirk at my little victory.

Author's Note

Quantum Break inspired. Check out the game, it is amazing.

What's the average height of a child? I'm not good with height measurements.

This is something that wouldn't go away from my head and I wrote it out, hope you liked it.

Edited by my good pal Dragonoidsix seekers