Coming Home

Adam walked towards the baggage claim wondering what his sister could be doing right now. Is she waiting somewhere in the airport for him? Did she not bother to drive to the airport to greet him? He didn't know the answer to this question.

He had decided to go take a break from the never-ending war over in Afghanistan. Actually, he didn't decide because he was ordered to by the commander but he didn't go against it.

He remembered trying to get a hold of his sister to tell her when he would be coming back home in Texas which wasn't for a few more months. As he tapped the call button, he heard a faint whistling sound and that's when it started to rain hell. Adam felt the ground shake repeatedly as he tried to stand upright stumbling multiple times attempting to make his way to the mobile command center.

"Hello?! Adam, what's going on? Can you hear me?!" a concerned and worried electronic voice came from the phone.

Adam raised his phone to his ear ready to answer but was cut off as a high explosive mortar shell landed before him a few meters away, the blast lifting his feet off the ground and hurling him backward into the left side of a parked humvee knocking him out instantly.

He suddenly woke up inside of an overcrowded hospital discovering that he had been unconscious for two days and somehow only received a broken arm including a few cuts and bruises. He had to stay in the hospital for awhile because he didn't have the energy to lift a rifle. Especially with one arm at the time.

"Major Andromeda, are you alright?" Adam was jerked from his thoughts as he turned his head in the direction of the voice. He looked to his left and saw one of his former squad members. It was Aaron, a short but strong and intelligent Mexican that he met during his boot camp training when he had first arrived. Aaron was the type of guy who used knowledge instead of instinct. But he always lived his life by the book and he was always awkward which sucked but he was fun to have around and make fun of.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Aaron and no need for formalities Sergeant," he replied

"You looked like you just came from a funeral, I mean you were just standing there starin' at a wall," Aaron smiled which suddenly faded, "Wait, did you just come from a funeral?"

"No, no one died," he answered. "I was just a bit sad that I haven't gotten a chance to speak to my sister after the bombing," Adam sadly replied.

"Cheer up man, I ain't gonna lie but she probably still thinks that you're risking your life in an empty desert," Aaron said, "But you can still head home and surprise the living hell outta her." he reassured.

A smile appeared on Adam's face. "Wow, I never thought of that. I'll think about what to do."

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure that taking the bus will be boring as hell and your sister probably isn't going to show up," Aaron looked at his watch, "So if you'd like I can drive you over to your house," he offered.

Adam thought the kind proposal over, "But don't you have something important to go to? I mean we just arrived here and I mostly expected you to walk off in some other direction."

"Nah, man I ain't got anything better to do, my girlfriend went to go do some lawyer shit and won't be back for at least a month."

"I still wonder how the hell you managed to get a date with a girl let alone one that is a lawyer."

"All I did was be me," Aaron thought his response over, "but more awkward as fuck."

Adam changed the topic, "Anyways, where'd you park your ride because I doubt that you parked here and paid the parking fees."

"I parked somewhere a mile from here in an alleyway so that it didn't get towed away or something," Aaron answered.

Adam groaned, "And you couldn't park anywhere closer?"

"Hey! You probably would've done the same thing," Aaron objected.

"Eh, maybe," Adam stated, "Anyway, let's go get our bags n' shit, get some chow and head out, we're losing daylight," he suggested, "Sound like a plan?"

Aaron agreed, "Sounds good to me. And also its fucking six in the morning," he corrected.

"Alright, let's roll!" ignoring the last statement, Adam turned ecstatically and immediately tripped on his foot and had a romantic relationship with the tiled floor.

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Adam sat in Aaron's pickup truck, holding a napkin to his nose to stop the bleeding from his clumsiness earlier. He looked over to Aaron who was driving and refraining from bursting into laughter. Aaron opened his mouth to say something but was immediately cut off by an angry Adam.

"Say something about this to Trevor and I'll chop off your dick and shove it up your ass," Adam growled.

"Woah, woah dude," Aaron held up a hand and scooted left, "I ain't gonna say anything to anyone," Aaron said then looked at him quizzically, "And why the hell would I tell Trevor? He's crazy as fuck," he questioned.

"Tell him and I'll never hear the end of it from him," Adam deadpanned.

Adam thought about the time he had a misfire with a Javelin where it fired but didn't ignite and landed a few meters in front of him. Trevor was there to witness the misfire and immediately burst into laughter saying how Adam couldn't even fire a Javelin then proceeded to tell the entire army about Adams mishap. This really annoyed him so he ignored Trevor, but Trevor just kept on reminding over and over which really got on his nerves until a year later and he just forgot about the incident just like that.

"Alright, I won't say anything," Aaron answered before cautiously moving back into the comfort of his seat, not taking any chances in case Adam legit pulled a knife out to circumcise him.

Aaron remembered when Adam literally almost cut off the dick of a captured enemy soldier just because he had ruined his battle worn gun which was an M4 that Adam had grown very attached to. Aaron and the rest of the squad, including Trevor which was odd because normally he usually didn't do jack shit, managed to calm Adam down and drag him away from the prisoner before something bad would happen. And on that day, everyone knew not to mess with Adam's M4, including Trevor.

Adam watched the cars drive by as he thought, 'Will she even want to live with me again? Does she still care? Well, she wasn't at the airport so she probably didn't. Or was she? Argh! This hurts my brain.'

Aaron noticed Adam's pained expression, "Hey, dude, I know that you're worried about seeing your sis but trust me, she'll be happy to see you," he patted his shoulder.

Adam was dumbfounded by the fact that Aaron could probably read his mind. He rapidly regained his senses, "Thanks, I needed that."

"No probs, I mean, we gotta look after our buddies, right?"

"Yup...especially Trevor," Adam chuckled.

"Especially Trevor," Aaron repeated whilst smiling and shaking his head, thinking about the copious number of times the squad had assisted Trevor and his mischievous acts.

"Anyway, how should I surprise her?" he asked looking at Aaron for suggestions.

"I dunno, you should try―" Aaron noticed a wolfish grin creep up on Adam's face, "―I swear to god if you try doing―"

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"I can't believe you're doing this." Aaron glared at Adam, "She ain't gonna care for you after that!"

"Quit your whining dude, it's a great plan!" retorted Adam.

"Argh! Whatever," Aaron said frustrated because Adam was worried about everything leading to this point and now he was doing something that would probably get him arrested, "Just, once you're done, and not in the backseat of a police cruiser, ask her if she'd like to come over to my house, I'd like to meet her."

Adam remembered that the two have never met at all and Adam had always rambled on about his sister's accomplishments and how she'd probably wanted to meet all of them. Except for Trevor though, he'd most likely try to hit on her.

"Sure, I'll ask her," he opened the door while Aaron was fumbling with the radio. Adam walked to the rear of the pickup and pulled out his U.S. military-grade backpack and the hard case containing his trusty M4 that he somehow transported from Afghanistan to Texas. "Hey, you got a ski mask or something?" he called.

"Yeah," Aaron replied back whilst reaching into the glove box, pulling out the mask, and tossing it to him.

He waved at Aaron as he drove off, probably to go get drunk, alone, in his house. Adam quietly walked to the front of the house and dropped off his luggage at the front door so he could retrieve it later. Slipped on the ski mask and began his mission.

Adam quietly snuck around the right side of the house and noticed an open window, the lights shining through illuminating the grass, 'Weird,' he thought, 'Usually she keeps the windows closed, especially at one in the morning,' he pushed the thoughts away as he heard footsteps from inside. He laid down in the prone position and kept his distance as the sound got closer to the window, then two small hands pulled it shut and walked away. He heard the sound of a light switch flicking and suddenly total darkness. With only the bright light of the moon to guide him, he slowly made his way towards the window.

He slowly pushed the window open, being cautious as it could disrupt his plans. Once it was open far enough for him to slip in, he crawled through, not making a single sound. 'Damn, I'm doing pretty good,' he thought, 'Haven't done this since tenth grade.'

Distracted by his thoughts, he tripped, again, but caught himself before anything major happening with only the small faint thud of his foot balancing him, 'Thank god,' he thought while his heart was beating as if it could burst from his chest any moment. 'Too much adrenaline, no wonder why I never volunteered for stealth missions.'

Instantly the door flew open with great force behind him, knocking him down. The lights came on which blinded him which made his situation worse. He opened his mouth to surrender in case it was his sister but was cut off by something hard smashing against his face and the mask violently being ripped off.

"Adam? What the hell?!" his feminine attacker yelled.

Adam sat upright whilst rubbing his face with both hands, "Heeyy Lyna, I'm back...?" he attempted to force a smile as he pulled one of his hands away. Even though his face felt like it was burned off my the exhaust of an F-35.

She dropped her improvised weapon, which was a keyboard, dropped to her knees, and hugged Adam tightly.

"Argh...can't...breathe...face...hurt," he gasped.

She pulled back, "What the hell were you thinking?! I could've killed you!" she almost yelled. Angry and on the verge of tears since she had almost ended her brother's life right here in his house.

"Well...you didn't?" he gave a low chuckle, "But hey, at least the training I gave you before I left paid off," Adam said groggily grinning.

She grinned back with watering eyes, giving a light punch to the shoulder, and hugging him again. This time not strangling him. Adam returned the gesture with both arms now that his face stopped hurting, but it still felt like ass.

Lyna pulled back a bit, "Are you hurt Adam? I mean, I just smashed a keyboard in your face and well, it looks like something else got smashed on your nose earlier," she worryingly asked.

"I tripped earlier at the airport, got a nosebleed, and I should just have a black eye from where you smashed my face, but above all else, I'm fine sis."

He wiped any tears she had with his sleeve and stood up, "Anyways, one of my squadmates asked if you'd like to come over and meet him, he really wants to meet you." he offered a hand.

"Whats his name? You sound like you really want me to meet him," she said whilst grabbing Adam's hand and being pulled upright.

"Aaron, and he's a pretty cool guy, he's Mexican, he's awkward, and he's pretty nerdy," Adam said.

"He sounds pretty nice, anyway, we should wait til' tomorrow, though, it's two in the morning," she informed him.

"And miss out on meeting one of my awesome awkward friends whose probably getting shitfaced right now? Hell to the no," he pointed towards the bathroom, "Go get ready, you look like a wreck, we head out in twenty." Lyna looked at him quizzically.

"Twenty minutes," Adam forgot that she wasn't familiar with military acronyms.

She groaned because it was way too friggin early and the fact that Adam just called her ugly.

She sighed, "Alright," she then glared at him, "Call me a wreck again and I'll make you regret it," she deadpanned.

"But it's true, you look like the rear-end of a donkey," Adam casually stated, crossing his arms and held his chin high, "You also broke my keyboard so this evens it out."

Lyna flipped him off and turned toward the bathroom.

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"I hate this," Lyna crossed her arms and pouted. She didn't like shooting guns of any sort, that's why she chose to use a keyboard instead of the M9 locked away in the safe. Adam had suggested going to a shooting range with his squadmate to practice her skills, he had said that she was becoming 'rusty' and needs to practice more. She disagreed multiple times and now she's sitting in a truck that has an M4 that Lyna had no clue where Adam had gotten it from and the M9 from the safe from earlier in the back.

Lyna was sitting in the pickup truck Adam had bought for her a couple years ago. She wasn't really fond of trucks because they were too big and bulky for her and hard to drive, even though she hasn't crashed at all while driving it. It just wasn't her type. But she drove it anyway since Adam had bought it for her. Adam was driving it right now which made her feel a lot more safe since he knew more about trucks than she did and he had probably drove bigger things in the military.

Lyna broke the silence, "So what happened when you tried calling me that one time a few months ago?" she questioned, "I was really worried because you didn't call back at all."

Adam's expressionless face shortly changed to a dark sad look, "I tried to get ahold of you that time but our base got bombed to smithereens and I got knocked out," Adam turned to look at her, she was staring at him, her face was displaying both horror and worry.

Before she could ramble about his well-being, he held up a hand, "I wasn't injured badly," she sighed in relief, "But I broke my arm," she then stared at him again with a face saying 'the fuck man'.

Lyna shook her head, "I'm kinda surprised that you healed that fast, I mean your arms look fine," she said while observing his muscular arms that had a few scars.

Adam looked over to her, "Hey, I'm still alive right?" she nodded, "So stop worrying, I can take a few hits, it takes a lot more to bring this beast down," Adam chuckled and flexed his right arm.

She giggled, "Yeah, sure," she sadly smiled which faded to a dark frown, "I just don't want you ending up like dad."

Adam smiled sweetly at her, "He was just protecting the country, in other words, he was protecting us both,"

"I suppose so," she looked straight ahead, her eyes going wide and pupils shrinking in fear, "LOOKOUT!"

Adam whipped his head straight and saw something that made his pupils shrink to the size of pins. A semi truck, almost big as their truck, was in front of them, blaring it's loud horns, showing no signs of stopping and heading straight for them. Adam jerked his steering wheel to the right instantaneously and watched as the traffic barriers came into view. They both screamed as they were violently jerked forward and felt the airbags burst forward attempting to cushion their impact.

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He opened his eyes, pushed the light switch on the roof which flickered to life, and saw what was before him, blood had covered everything in front of him, the truck was hanging by a thread, only being held by the traffic barriers, wanting to fall down into the dark, bottomless abyss in front of him. He looked to his right seeing his sister who was bleeding rapidly from a gash on her forehead, covering her face with a dark crimson. He reached over cautiously to wake her then stopped when he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and when the truck started to make metallic creaking sounds. The sounds jerked her awake, she lifted her head and looked around, her eyes shrinking when she realized their situation. Her eyes widened even more as she looked at Adam's mid-section.

Adam looked down towards to see what was scaring her, protruding from where his left kidney should be is a jagged piece of metal covered in blood, jutting from his abdomen and was bleeding profusely, 'Probably the adrenaline dulling the pain,' he thought, 'For now.'

"Ah, shit," Adam groaned whilst grabbing the steering wheel and the piece of metal that has impaled him, "T-this is my fault, I s-should've been watching the r-road," he painfully said.

Lyna held a hand up to her forehead to stop the bleeding, "T-this isn't your fault, it was probably mine, I asked you a q-question which distracted you from driving," she said shamefully, wiping away blood on her face, "And now you're probably g-g-gonna...d-di," she hiccupped and started to tear up.

"H-hey now, don't cry, dad might call you a chicken," he chuckled and coughed violently, which sent extreme amounts of pain into him, "I-it's both our faults, we were both d-distracted anyway," he gave a forced reassuring smile even though he was in the most pain of his life, and was probably going to bleed the death soon.

She returned the gesture, wiping away a few tears along with blood, "I g-guess it is," she looked straight ahead at the darkness below, "N-now what?"

Before Adam could answer, the truck jerked forward violently, Adam screamed in pain, Lyna stayed as motionless as possible, fearing for her life, the metallic creaking sounds more prominent, they both knew the end was near.

Adam looked at Lyna who was scared looking back at him expecting a response, "I want you to know that I l-love you Lyna and whatever happens nothing will change that―" he coughed again but more violently, "―even t-though earlier you smashed my face with a keyboard."

Lyna gave a nervous chuckle, "I love y-you too Adam, but I-I'm scared," she looked straight ahead.

"Don't be, face death, look at him in the eyes," Adam thought his response over, "If he has eyes of course, call him a faggot, and make him your bitch, alright, c-can you do that?"

She turned her head and nodded while smiling, "I'll try."

They both grabbed something as the truck violent shifted again, this time, not stopping, the creaking noises became louder. Adam grunting and groaning as the piece of metal shifted constantly inside of him, cutting up his intestines and flesh.

Adam looked quickly at Lyna who looked back, "You ready to m-meet mom and dad?" she nodded, not showing any signs of the fear that was once plaguing her mind, he smiled and whispered, "That's my sister."

With one final ear-splitting metallic creak, the truck was released plummetting towards the abyss below. They both closed their eyes as the darkness enveloped them and they knew no more.

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'Fuck,' Celestia thought, 'I should've laid off the cakes for a while,' she held a hoof to her forehead to steady herself.

"Are you alright princess?"

Princess Celestia turned her head and looked at her guard, "I'm fine, thank you, though."

The solar guard nodded, bowed and went back to staring straight head.

The doors on her left were pushed open and out came a sleepy and peeved Princess Luna.

"Sister, are you alright?" Celestia asked, a little concerned for her sister's well-being.

"Yes, yes, dear sister, I just have a minor headache. Nothing too serious, you have nothing to worry about," Luna reassured, "I'm heading to the kitchen to get something to eat."

"Alright," Celestia said, easing a bit, 'Strange,' she thought, 'Maybe it was just a coincidence.'

What the powerful nation of Equestria did not know was that two powerful beings, stronger than both the Princesses of the Sun and Moon, have just been ripped from their world and was now somewhere on Equus.

Author's Note

Hello, everyone! Celestial here! I just finished my very first chapter and I'm actually pretty surprised that I reached 3,919 words! And just for the introduction too!
So since this is actually my very first story and very first chapter being uploaded, I'd like any constructive criticism that you guys can give me so I can improve in the next chapter.
There will be more ponies in the next chapter, I assure you.
And anyone wondering where that trucker guy went, well, some people just don't have souls.
But for now, I'm gonna go do life or something. And celebrate too.