Red Silhouette
“Give me back my destiny, tell me who I’m supposed to be. Even if I’m sound asleep, I’ll be waiting patiently. Put me in place, color me in. Fill in the blanks, let me begin again. Or I’m a silhouette.” ~ 4EverfreeBrony
Red looked down at his food. His appetite really didn’t exist right now, the dream he had the night prior was still haunting him.
“You okay Red?”. He looked up at Blue Swirl.
“I hear it again.”. He said returning his gaze back to his meal that would soon turn cold.
“That voice again”. She said looking down, trying to meet his gaze from across the table. He looked up at her, she could see his clear white eyes. His irises we’re white as if he was blind, save for the small sliver of red in his right Iris.
“Yeah”. He said lowering his head. He wasn’t sure what to do or what to think.
“What’s he saying?”. Blue asked concerned.
“It doesn’t matter”. Red said before ignoring the voice and began to eat. The food was a little cold but was warm enough to swallow with no effort.
“Is it warm enough? I can re-heat if for you”. Blue was like a mother to him. Ever since she found him wondering around in a daze. She took care of him; Red wasn’t sure why. But he had a feeling it had to do with her being alone for so long. Red wouldn’t say he was completely helpless, he could easily do things on his own. He bathed by himself, and sometimes cook on his own. Blue was a chef for the royal court where she would cook for Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. He had to fend for himself every now and again. He liked to cook, but Blue was way better at it.
He didn’t mind at all, he liked to cook. Sometimes he would get up early and make Blue Swirl breakfast in bed for her. She sometimes didn’t like that, not because she doesn’t like to be waited on. Who doesn’t like that from time to time. Makes you feel special; the reason she didn’t like it is because, it meant Red hadn’t gone to sleep yet. Sometimes he would refuse to go to sleep until he just passes out. It’s not because of the nightmares, those don’t bother him. They never did, it’s because he is afraid to sleep.
He isn’t sure why, he’s afraid to sleep. He won’t really argue with you if you tell him to go sleep. But he will try and weasel his way out of sleeping if he can. With Blue, that argument usually don’t go in his favor. He won’t freak out as if he has a phobia, and he won’t deny it. Red just won’t sleep from time to time; It makes Blue worry. “He waisted a shot.” Blue looked up confused, she had been in a daze thinking about the last time he made her breakfast.
“What?” She asked puzzled.
“He’s playing, and he missed a shot.” He said before finishing his food, taking his plate, washing it and leaving the room. Blue just sat there dumbfounded. She wasn’t sure what to think, he did that every now and again. Moments like that she just shook her head and left it where it was.
“I’m going to be headed out soon Red. You going to be okay on your own?” She was met with silence. Normally she would brush it off as he had a lot on his mind. But she was more curious today. So, she decided to peek on him before she left. He was sitting at his desk…writing. Now this wouldn’t be unusual, if he wasn’t also starting at the corner while the quill danced on the paper franticly. He had his hoof up to his head like he had a headache. Blue thought it best not to disturb him.
Red sat there contemplating what he was writing. This happened to him quite often, his magic would kick in from no where and he would begin to write. It mostly was of stuff happening, things that would happen to him or to Blue. Sometimes he would write about other stuff about others he met or didn’t. Like he was documenting everything around him. But it was a bit unusual, because most of the time he had no knowledge of these happenings prior to them being written.
After the first time it happened he had blacked out a few times. Now he just gets a headache from time to time. Red turned away from the page, but it continued to write even without his input. He knew everything letter, every sentence that was placed on the page. But most of it he didn’t really understand. He didn’t know these ponies who the words spoke of, or of the one with the feather and hat. It all seemed so unusual to him.
But even though he has a friend close and dear to him. He does feel alone. Lonely is a word that has been plaguing his mind as of late. There seems to be someone that he misses, even though he can not remember. He knows he misses them dearly. The quill begins to slow, the words starting to become clearer to him. “Twilight.” He said, the word left a tingle on his lips. He wasn’t sure why, but that word resonated to him. He knew tonight he wasn’t getting any sleep.
He crept his way over to his bookshelf Blue had gotten for him. Blue Swirl meant allot to him, but it was hard not knowing who he was. He was eternally grateful for her and accepting him in her life. Most of the books that lay on the shelf was from Blue. She loved romance novels. Guess she always wanted someone to come and sweep her away on an adventure.
Red’s head began to hurt heavily, something he was starting to get use to. It happened a lot when he was writing stuff down, or thinking, or talking, or really anything at all. He just shook it off as best he could. “I should get some water.” He said before he lost consciousness.
“Red, I’m home!” Blue Swirl yelled to her friend as she entered her home. She didn’t hear him respond. Usually he did, at least with a hello or hi. But this time, there was nothing. She decided he just had a headache and went to bed early. She seemed best to follow in suit. But that was something she would regret later. Fore something with ill-will was growing afoot.
“Come on! Would you just shut the hell up already!” Red yelled startling Blue from her sleep. She awoke to feeling hot, and smoke was beginning to fill the room. Panic began to set into her; red burst through the door coughing. “We need to go Blue!”
“Red? What’s happened?”
“Just fire, and fire is bad for us. We need to go now!” Flames erupted around them knocking Red to the Floor. “We need to go!” Before Blue knew it, he had rushed into the room.
“How can we? The flames are getting worse.” Red was racking his brain to figure out a solution, but one didn’t present itself.
“Red?” Blue was beginning to worry. His expression showed great concern, something she had never seen from him. “Red?” His eyes where darting back and forth. “Red Velvet look at me!”
“What?” Red snapped out of his daze and turned his attention to Blue Swirl. He looked so scared, another thing she has never seen from him.
“I believe in you, I know you’ll figure this out.” Red felt something, it was familiar. He couldn’t place it, but despite the fear he was feeling he knew what he should do. He grabbed Blue and headed for the door. The flames were beginning to rise quickly so he had to move fast. The structure would begin to fall and soon enough they would be trapped. Blue held onto Red for dear life. Holding her eyes shut out of fear. Her ears were ringing, and she was beyond panicking.
“Blue…blue?” She hadn’t noticed but she was screaming. Red was shaking her, she stopped screaming and opened her eyes. “You alright?” She hugged Red in close. She couldn’t stop the tears from coming and sobbed into her friend. Who held her comforting her. He watched as their home continued to burn. Others around them where panicking and soon enough the authorities were notified, and the fire was put out before it could spread.
Their home was rightfully destroyed along with anything of their personal items. Red had decided to poke around; despite the fire fighters and Blue’s concerns. He wanted to see if anything could be salvaged. As far as he could see everything was far gone. That was until he got to his old room. Where he found the journal, he did all his writings in. The odd things about it was that it was just a normal journal he picked up at the store. It even had burned pieces of wood on it and there was water underneath the book.
But it was dry and completely fine, like nothing had happened at all. He grabbed it and flipped through the pages. He didn’t remember closing it from the last time he was writing. He continued to flip through it until he got to the last page to see if it really was free from damage. He was shocked when he came across the words courage and love written on the last page in the journal. He closed the book and headed back to meet with Blue at the hospital where she was getting a checkup.
Red heard that Celestia and Luna even payed her a visit. He really wasn’t one for meeting…well anyone. So, he kind of stayed away until things settled down. Red only really cared about being around Blue; didn’t really care for anyone else’s company. As he walked away from the rubble that use to be his home. Red had a foreboding feeling in the back of his throat; he still wasn’t sure how that fire started.
Piece acquired: Courage
“Would you please shut the hell up!” Red screamed in anger startling other ponies near him. Which he quickly walked away from feeling embarrassed. The voice he always heard bugged him because he didn’t understand why it said the things it did. It was hard for him to understand everything that was said. Most of the time it was gibberish, but with due time. He would come to understand. All will come to understand with time.
