Alien amongst Men

Their attention was first drawn to the large dent in front of them, then to the blood trail, and then to me.

"Surprise!" I said weakly.

I don't know who was more in shock. I'm laying there with a broken wing and pain surging throughout my whole body, and they're standing there with their mouths half way to the floor. Granted, they've probably never seen a talking pony before, but I'm currently injured and I want some medical attention so I can go on my merry way.

To break up the silence I asked "Could you call an ambulance please?" I laugh slightly as one of them flinches and fumbles with a phone and almost drops it. The other two seemed a little hesitant to approach me, but they still tried to provide some sort of support. Support that was significantly lacking in physical contact, which I appreciated.

The man on the phone was still talking, but I wasn't really listening to him. I was too busy being pelted with questions from Sir Red-hat. "Are you okay?" The one with the red cap on asked. "Other than the broken wing and gashes along my flank, I'm fine. Speaking of which, can we cover those up?"

He stood up and rushed over to a red box labeled first-aid and brought it back. He quickly opened it and found some medical wrap, but fumbled a bit. I watched him unwind the band and I let him cover my wounds. One of the men, I'll just call him Fred, finally managed to build up the courage to speak.

"Are you an alien?" he asked.

I looked at him with a look of surprise on my face. After about a second or two of staring, a small grin emerged on my face. That grin morphed into a smile and then laughter. I don't know why I found it so funny, but Sir Red-hat joined in on the laughter. The laughter started to die down, but then I looked at Fred. He still had a look of complete confusion on his face, and that caused me to laugh even harder. Long story short, I didn't answer his question.

Laughing hurts like hell, by the way.

Sir Red-hat was still curious and he ended up asking me most of the questions. "What are you?" he asked. "I'm a pony, but I have wings." I said. Sir Red-hat stated "I work on a farm just north of here, and I've never seen a pony like you." That part actually intrigued me. I hadn't seen myself in a mirror ever since the change, so I was eager to see what I looked like.

I asked him to let me see what I looked like, so he pulled out his phone and took a quick picture and turned it so I could see. I looked like shit, but I did see what he meant. I had a short snout, eyes that took up half of my face, ears on the top of my head, slightly fluorescent yellow eyes, and a mane that was darker than my coat.

The wait for the ambulance to arrive took about ten minutes, and during that time the two had become relaxed and had become far less hesitant to ask questions. One of them brought up why I smashed into their roof. I explained that it was my first time flying and I was trying to land when I misjudged my speed.

They must've forgotten that I had wings because the next thing they asked was "You can fly?" which I replied with "Not any more." They were incredibly eager to know anything and everything about flying. Even if I wanted to write down all of the questions and answers, I couldn't. I think I stopped listening after I started hearing sirens.

You can really tell if a pegasus isn't listening to you because you'll see their ears swivel away from you. At that point, my ears were pointing towards the sound of police sirens and my eyes were tracking the police lights.

Two police cars pull up near the building, followed by an ambulance and a fire engine. The car doors open, followed by rushed footsteps from officers. Another set of doors open, followed by another door and then the sound of something hitting the pavement. The sound of rushed footsteps can be heard coming from inside the building below James. The doors to the roof fly open and there are two men in uniform standing there. One of them stops at the doors for a moment to lock them in the open position.

The other officer scans the roof looking for something before his gaze lands on me. "You better have a good reason for calling us to save an animal instead of a man who might actually need help." the not-so-happy officer says. I'll call him Officer Cranky because fuck him.

The officer that opened the door walked up to the two men sitting next to me and started asking some questions. "What happened?" he asked. "This pony collided with the roof of the warehouse." they answered. "When did it happen?" he asked. "Quarter past twelve." they replied. "Why not a veterinarian physician?" he questioned. "You'll see." they replied while looking at me.

The man that called the police was in the middle of a heated discussion with Officer Cranky when the paramedics arrived with the stretcher. They saw the officer speaking with Fred and Sir Red-hat and started walking towards me.

One of the paramedics, a woman, knelt down next to me while examining me. "Boy, you really hurt yourself, didn't you?" she asked, not expecting an answer. "Horse noises." I said. I laughed a little when the woman flinched slightly. Officer Cranky seemed to notice this when he said "What, did the animal growl at you or something?" with a slight laugh.

The paramedic looked up at the officer and said "N-no. Uh, it spoke." The officer seemed to find this amusing because he laughed and said "That's a great joke, I'll have to use that one at the next social gathering." The paramedic said "No, I'm serious. It spoke."

Here's the thing about me, I'm a prick. Messing with people is what I do. As much as I'd love to scare Officer Cranky, I'd find it far more interesting to see that paramedic passed off as a crazy person. It might not work though, because Fred and Sir Red-hat would most likely be interviewed to get more information about what happened.

Now that I think about it, if I just sat here in silence, they wouldn't really pick up their speed that much. If I were a human, I'd be very patient with them, but right now I'm a talking pony with wings, and I'm hurting all over. I want to get to the hospital.

"Can we get to the hospital, please?" I said. Everyone looked at me. Well, everyone except Fred and Sir Red-hat because they were used to this somehow. Everyone had the priceless look of shock™, but I found Officer Cranky's face the most satisfying.

After they gained some composure, they lowered the stretcher as low as it could go. They asked me if I could get up and I said no. I was really out of it at this point, so I forgot how they actually got me onto the stretcher without harming me. We made our way down from the roof and into the ambulance.

As they were closing the doors, I caught a glimpse of a news van that was probably going too fast for conditions. If we had been in there for five more seconds, I bet there would've been a camera or three shoved in my face. Turning into a horse and crashing into a building's roof was embarrassing enough, broadcasting it to half of the country would've just been overkill.

The paramedics must've gotten this next part into habit because the next thing made me laugh a little. They took a pulse oximeter and was about to place it onto my finger until they realized that I don't have fingers. They let out a little hmph before they asked me about my pain.

I said my entire body hurts but my left wing hurts the most. They offered me an anesthesia mask and I gratefully accepted the offer.

---- * ----

I open my eyes and observe my surroundings. I was inside of a library, and everything had a green hue to it. There were aisles of books in every direction. They became obscured by a white mist and there was a faint sound of wind. Every fifteen seconds or so there was a sound of a single toppling can. There was a rhythmic bass tone every few seconds.

The edges of my vision seemed to warp violently and every step of my hooves was over exaggerated by an unnatural echo. I heard the sound of hoof steps behind me and I quickly spun around and placed myself in an attack stance. No one was there. After a few seconds, I relaxed my posture slightly.

I began exploring the area I found myself in, and I was trying to piece together how I got here. I ran everything through my mind. I was on a rooftop, then I was in an ambulance, and then here. "This is bizarre." I said and immediately regretted it. I made a mental note to never speak here again because the reverb in the room became painful quickly.

I heard a distant thump every few seconds. It took me several seconds to figure out what the sound was. Row after row, the book shelves fell down. I tried to move my legs, but I couldn't. I was struck.

Then I woke up.

I was laying down in a hospital bed and there were a couple machines to my left and right. On my right, there was a large window and from what I saw, I wasn't on the bottom floor. To my left, there was a wooden door with a hoof-compatible door knob on it.

After getting my bearings, I started to examine the state of myself. My legs were untouched, but my left flank had a couple of gauze secured on with some sort of non-adhesive medical tape so it didn't stick to my coat. I decided that I wouldn't speak at all so I could get out of here as soon as possible.

My thoughts were cut short when a man, wearing a white jacket and a stethoscope draped around his neck, walks in. He looks at me and grabs a pair of blue rubber gloves from a glove dispenser. I'll call him Doctor Blue Gloves for that. He obviously didn't know I was capable of speech because he didn't say a word as he approached me. He examined the readings on the machines and noted the results on a clip board he had in one hand. I noticed, pinned onto his jacket, was a little name tag. I didn't really care about his name, but I did care about what kind of doctor he was.

He was a veterinary physician, and he's probably never seen a horse with wings before. "Man, I've never seen a horse with wings before." He stated while shaking his head slightly. "Alright, let's get you up. We need to get that left wing checked out." he said while removing the sheets. I think he was a little surprised that I actually got up and followed him. That's probably unusual for him.

"Man, that paramedic told me you could talk. Isn't that crazy?" he stated and let out a slight laugh. "Why am I telling you this? You won't even be able to reply." he said. Boy, don't you go testing me.

After a short walk, we reached the room in which I'd get my wing scanned. He stopped at the doorway and was surprised that I actually went into the X-Ray machine. Doctor Blue Gloves was about to move me, but then he realized I already had myself placed in the right area. I'm doing this because I'm impatient, by the way.

Doctor Blue Gloves starts pressing some buttons on the machine, and shortly afterwards he tells me that we're done. I get up and did a little stretch. I think I heard Doctor Blue Gloves say something along the lines of "D'aww" when I did that. From now on, I'm calling him Doctor Faggot.

The pain medication from before was doing its work well because all I wanted to do at this point was sleep.

---- Day 6 ----

I would've slept in longer, but I was awoken by a nurse changing out the blankets. She apologized quietly a couple times before she put on the clean blanket. I didn't feel like speaking, so I just looked at her before closing my eyes again.

Of course, all good things must come to an end because Doctor Faggot walked in with a folder in one hand. He took something out of the folder that was probably the X-Rays he had taken yesterday. I examined the X-Rays while Doctor Faggot spoke with Nurse Blanket and from what I saw, the injury wasn't too serious and it had just been dislocated.

I flinched a little when Doctor Faggot put his hand on my shoulder. I watched him pull out a large needle that contained, what I can only assume to be, some sort of sleeping agent. Now, if I were a human, I'd be fine with this, but at that moment, I felt like he was treating me like an animal. I can't blame him, but I wanted him to not stab me with a needle.

"I'm fine, just put the wing back in its place." I said while holding a hoof up to hold him back. He blinked at me before putting the needle down and scratching his head. After thirty seconds of silence, he reached towards my wing and grabbed it firmly. "This is won't hurt a bit." he said before popping the wing back into place.

Of course it hurt like hell, but after it was relocated I was able to move it with little to no pain. He seemed to find it fascinating because he watched me silently while I tested them out. I pushed myself out of bed and started walking around the room, moving the wings occasionally.

Of course, I wanted to see if I could fly again, and the doctor wasn't objecting to anything I was doing. I started flapping my wings at a regular pace and eventually started to hover. The doctor let out a slight gasp when my hooves stopped touching the ground and I simply hovered there.

The surprising thing about pegasi is they're incredibly quiet during flight, so Doctor Faggot and I were able to have a casual conversation while I hovered in front of him. He explained that my worst injury was the dislocated wing and the other injuries were minor cuts and bruises. That detail made me happy because that meant I wouldn't have to stay there for that much longer.

He asked me if I was still in pain, and I said I was still a little sore. He left the room briefly before entering again with the IV behind him. He attached the IV to my arm and we had a ten minute conversation.

I told the Doctor I was getting a little tired and I was going to be resting. The Doctor said goodbye and made his way out of the room.

I laid there for about five minutes before something grabbed my attention. Someone in the hallway was talking about me. They spoke in whispers, but I could still hear them.

"What are you doing, Doctor?"
"I'm calling someone. Horses are not supposed to speak or fly."
"What do you expect those people to do?"
"I expect them to come here, contain it, and question it."
"When do you think they'll be here."
"Well, I'll tell them to get here at the dead of night. It will be asleep by then."
"How can you guarantee that it will be asleep?"
"Well, it said it was feeling tired. That's from the IV in its arm."

I think my heart skipped a beat after I heard that sentence. I examined my arm and found the IV. Thankfully, the adhesive he used to secure the IV to my arm didn't adhere to my fur very well and it just fell off. I wasn't really sure how to get the needle out with hooves, but after a bit of tinkering, I got it out. I got a tissue and applied pressure to the hole to stop it from bleeding.

After the bleeding stopped, I wanted to get rid of the tissue, so I tossed it out of the window. I could've flushed it, but I didn't want to risk making noise.

I was really tired and nervous at this point. If I went to sleep, I'd have enough energy for my flight out of here. However, if I overslept, I'd end up getting caught by the people Doctor Faggot was going to be calling. I eventually decided that going to sleep was my best option, and I laid down in the bed. Within a minute, I was out cold.

---- * ----

An armored vehicle traveled down the streets towards the hospital that contained the creature. Inside the vehicle there were twelve men with assault rifles, pistols, tasers, batons, flash bangs, and hand cuffs. They were taking no risks with the creature they heard about.

Everyone knew what the plan was, and what they were supposed to do. The vehicle came to a stop, and they nodded to each other.

Their journey to the room that contained the creature was vicious, efficient, and wordless. The door to the armored vehicle flew open and out came twelve armed soldiers in staggered column formation. One of them threw the door to the building open and each member of the team pushed the door open as they passed it.

The citizens were understandably concerned at the sight of the soldiers as they passed, but a couple of security guards convinced them to remain calm as the soldiers did their job.

The soldiers distributed their numbers into two different elevators and went up to the fourth floor. Waiting for them was the man that called them there. The soldiers approached the man and asked him if he had seen the creature leave the room. He said the creature was on a sleeping agent that was administered by an IV placed in its foreleg and he had not seen the creature leave the room at all.

The soldiers nodded to him and made their way to the door that led to the creature. The entire team stacked along the wall next to the door and one of them placed their hand on the door knob. He nodded his head and he threw the door open. All of the soldiers swarmed the room with their guns drawn. A couple soldiers entered the bathroom, but most of them entered the main room with the bed.

There was not a single weapon fired that night, but for all the wrong reasons. There was no creature anywhere in this room.