At Equestria's End

At Equestria’s End
Chapter 2: Jack

“You’ve gone to far this time Jack, you’re going to pay your debts one way or another.” A dark menacing figure holding a gun said. Jack Kirk, a lanky 18 year old teenager, was cornered in a dark alleyway, the figure plus two others cutting off his escape. It was true had owed some money to these men, but this was ridiculous. Yes, he had some secrets he didn’t tell anyone, things that would probably get him locked up in some lab if he blabbed about. “Look, don’t do anything you’ll regret. I’ll get you the money, just not now.” He retorted in as deep and as dark a voice he could muster. “Oh we’re aware of your ‘Abilities’ Mr. Kirk, rest assured we’ve taken precautions. Now about the money, you’re going to pay us now.” The figure retorted.

Jack took action, he dove to the side and up onto a dumpster, running past the men faster than they could react. Strangely the men did not pursue, Jack ran past down the street, past several parked cars. Just as he passed a white van, there was an explosion, a flash of blinding orange light, then nothing.

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Jack awoke with a start, quickly scanning his environment. He was in a large bed in some sort of large chamber. The walls were of some sort of marble while large glass doors were open to a balcony of sorts, a gentle breeze flowing. He looked at his hands, which was his first shock. His hands had been replaced by hooves, orange fur on his limbs. Looking up, he spied a mirror at the other end of the room and made his way out of the bed and across to it. Looking at the mirror, he stared in disbelief at the reflection. He had a creamy orange color fur while his main was a dark brown. What the hell? He looked What happened? Where am I? Why am I a pony? Who the hell owns this place?

Jack was completely baffled, I need to get out of here! Dashing over to balcony, he looked out at the city he was apparently in. Spying a nearby roof, he quickly jumped from the balcony and onto the roof. He hit the roof running (err...galloping) and stopped near the opposite edge. He looked behind him to see if anyone was following him. Satisfied that no one was, he turned around and fell face first off the edge of the building.

…

Vinyl Scratch was walking down the street to her house, carrying groceries from the market with her magic. Her frazzled laser blue mane flowing in the breeze and her white coat shining in the sun. Wearing her signature sunglasses, she walked up to the door to her house and was about to open her door when she was tackled by a cream orange blur from above with an “Oof!” Dazed, she looked around, her groceries had been dropped and were now on he ground and her sunglasses had been knocked off. The blur turned out to be a cream orange stallion who was on top of her. Looking at him, she was shocked to see he didn't have a cutie mark, which was unheard of for fully grown stallions,

She pushed him off and noted that he was unconscious. She looked up to where she figured he fell from. “Just what the hell was he doing up there?” she said to nopony in particular. Dusting her self off and putting her sunglasses back on, she picked up her groceries and set them in her house. She then grabbed the stallions unconscious body with her magic and dragged him into her house. Setting him down on her sofa, she put her groceries away, relieved that nothing was damaged. She looked back at the stallion and an idea popped into her head. She grabbed a glass from one of her cabinets and filled it with ice water, a devious grin on her face as she moved towards the stallion.

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Jack awoke sputtering as cold water was dumped onto his face. “FUCK! SHIT! WHAT THE HELL!” he shouted as he looked around. “That was for falling on me from my roof, just what the hell were you doing up there anyway?” a feminine voice replied. He wiped the water out of his eyes, he saw an ivory white pony with a laser blue mane staring at him. “Did you just talk?” he asked. The pony just nodded her head, Jack noticed she had a horn on her head like he did. “Yes,” she replied with a skeptical look.

“You can talk?” Jack asked, completely surprised he was now having a conversation with a pony. “Uh, yeah, kinda have been my whole life, who are you?” she asked, “Name's Jack, I'm...new around here and I...a...took a wrong turn and fell.” he answered, lying. I won't tell her everything, I don't even know if I can trust her yet! He thought to himself. “You know Jack you're a really bad liar, but still, I won't press you. If you're new around here, you might as well stay here, I've still got questions for you. By the way my name's Vinyl, I'm the local DJ.” Vinyl replied in a partially authoritative tone.

“Do I have much of a choice?”

“Not really, no”

“Shit.”

“And that's another thing, I don't mind cursing as you might have guessed, but the other pony's don't appreciate it, so keep it away when in public, got it?” Vinyl finished. Jack looked at her rump and asked “What's that on your ass?” “What, my cutie mark? I was just about to ask why you don't have one.” she answered. “Wait, you were staring at my ass?” “I could ask you the same question.”