A Very LongTime Ago

“Halt in the name of the law!” A police officer yelled after them.

3 men are running. One turned to run backwards and answered “We are the law!”. He turned back and continued running. The 3 men were all wearing masks and helmets.

The officer lifted his phone to his ear. “We are en route! Repeat! Do you have a road block?” “Rodger that” “Copy!”

The 3 men looked at each other. The first was wearing a black leather jacket, a black t-shirt and dark blue pants. He had a black helmet covering his face. The second was ghostly white. His pitch black hair defied gravity constantly through the run. He wore a short sleeved denim jacket over a dirt covered grey t-shirt that tucked into baggy light blue pants with tears in the knees. The pants were held up by a piece of black cloth held in the loops. He wore a black mask that only covered his eyes. The last had caramel skin. He had a light blue long sleeve shirt that flapped in the wind. His black pants were tucked into blue boots. He had short black hair that waved behind him. His mouth was covered by a black mask, leaving his upper face visible.

The one with the eye mask looked to his friend with the helmet. “Well Johnny, nice planning this time!” He joked. His raspy voice dominated the air.

“If you hadn’t gone and missed the shot then we wouldn’t be in this mess, Kane!”

“The fuzz is on our tails and you 2 are worried about why? You should focus on the getting away partners!”

“Aw cool it Miguel. It’s not like we haven’t been on the run before!” Kane told him. They stopped dead in their tracks so quickly after that they almost fell forward. A full road block. Police cruiser to cruiser, a full street long. They had been running along a abandoned highway road for the past 10 minutes.

“Your fun ends here Robin Hood.” One cop told them over a megaphone.

“Our name is ‘The Masquerade Vigis!” Miguel yelled out.

“Whatever the name, you’re all still vigilantes acting above the law. This won’t pass in my town anymore boys! You’re all under arrest!” He answered back. The cops that were chasing them caught up finally.

“We help people!” John told them.

“We help people too but you don’t see us running from the law in masks, do you?”

“Alright, I don’t need this!” Kane yelled. He threw his friends over the ledge. The slid down the tall, steep, leafy hill. The brisk fall wind stung them as they descended. Kane jumped too. He practically flew down the hill, not putting his feet down for anything.

“Get them!”

They landed on a small ledge just above a giant cliff over a river.

“Smooth move, smart guy. Now how do we get back up?” Miguel asked him.

Kane sped by, still diving in the air. “Up?” He smirked. Kane grabbed hold of his two friends, spun around and shot a grappling hook into a tree. They continued falling and with their speed, smashed right through the ledge at the bottom. They were now dangling by a thread above a gargantuan canyon. There were small pine trees at the bottom. A large river flowed between the walls.

“…I hate you.” John said.

“I know.” Kane answered. Then, the line snapped. They began to fall. Down. ‘Down’ was a long way down.

“I really hate you!” Miguel yelled. Their masks ripped off revealing Mike’s small moustache, and Kane’s emerald green eyes.

“I know!” Kane answered. They fell. Faster and faster. Could this really be the end? Ended by the law they tried to uphold?

Blue aura formed around them. Light was distorted in every direction. A powerful wave of blue energy covered them, and then everything turned black. They were still falling though. Slowly, images started to appear. They were no longer next to a cliff or a bazillion feet over a gorge. Now they were right above a forest of cartoony trees. In fact, they all looked like cartoons now. Da fudge?

CRASH!

Black again.

They awoke what must have been hours later. Migeul groaned. He had twisted his arm on impact with the trees. John’s helmet glass was shattered. He slowly removed it. Sweat glistened off his dark brown face, covered in scratches. Kane dragged himself to a rock to lift himself off the ground. His legs were bloody and torn up.

“That looks like it hurts” John laughed.

“Not as much as your face will when I’m done... dude… your face.” Kane starred in awe at his friend. He looked to Miguel, then at his hands. “Are…we cartoons?”

John jumped up. His ripped jacket sleeve slid off him and floated to the ground. He looked at it. “Dude…this is epic!”

Miguel smiled. “I’ve always wanted to have my own cartoon!”

Kane looked at them. “Are you both stupid? We’re cartoons! Either we all died and went to some freak version of heaven, or we somehow lived, the cops got us and drugged us!”

“Well if we were drugged then how would we be in the same dream?” John questioned him.

“And I’m pretty sure heaven don’t do this to newcomers.” Miguel added.

They all heard a low growl from behind the trees. They looked. It was a giant lion…bird…scorpion thing. Um…yeah.

“On second thought, we probably in Hell…” John stepped back.

Kane struggled to his feet. He wobbled for a few seconds before spotting a house behind the tree line. They were close to civilization.

“It’s big. It shouldn’t be able to corner that well.” He lifted a knife from his pocket and held it up to the creature. “You guys zigzag around the trees and jump it from behind. I’ll keep its attention up here.”

His two friends complied. The creature ran after them, but Kane threw his knife and caught the thing in it’s nose. Enraged, it lunged for him. Kane was crushed beneath the animal’s weight. I lifted a paw. On each finger, a giant knife. Each had his name on them. Each was ready to tear into him. Before it could end this nightmare, his friends pounced. They each used their knives to grab it in the neck, and slice. The thing collapsed on Kane and struggled for air. They lifted the mighty…scorpiliobird off him.

“So…that happened…” Mike looked at it.

“Should we go tell the happy couple they have a pest problem?” John asked as he offered a hand for Kane.

Kane accepted it and stood up. He leaned on John for support and the 3 of them limped to the house. Miguel knocked.

“Hello? You have a couple of weird things in your yard you might want to look at…and also, do you grow drugs here?” He asked.

Kane smacked him on the back of the head.

“What? There has to be SOME reason we look like cartoons!”

Footsteps were heard inside reaching the door. Actually, they sounded more like…hooves. Did this person have a horse or something? A small, blue pony with a bowl like white mane and a picture of a flower on his butt answered the door.

“Um sir, you let horse out.”

“Why friends, I'm a stallion. What may I ask brings you to my humble abode?” He asked kindly. Then he opened his eyes and looked at them. “AHH!” He slammed the door shut and closed the blinds.

“…Did that pony just…talk?” John let go of Kane. Without the help of his friend, Kane fell to the ground. His legs were on fire. They really got a beating on the fall through the trees. Blood trickled from them and groaned. John ran back to the woods and came back with his ripped sleeve. They ripped it in half and tied the pieces around Kane’s hips to stop blood flow a bit.

“Right so, next hose?” He joked.

They all limped into the center of town to try and find someone to explain what the nuggets was going on. Instead, they saw ponies. Lots and lots of ponies. Ponies everywhere. Flying ones, magic ones, normal ones. All talking, all doing stuff.

“…So…drugged?” Miguel asked, dumfounded.

“Drugged” The two friends echoes as they starred in awe.

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A.N.: For some reason, HiE stories are the only ones I can write. Well, the only ones I think I can write. You guys decide if IM any good or not :/