Jack the pony

Jack The Pony

By: Dr. Hoofs

Editor: DJ Bron3

The place was London. The time was 1891. Whitechapel District. The streets were dark and foreboding in the moonlight. A mysterious man was running from the cops. “Stop!” one cop yelled. The second officer blew his ear piercing whistle as the man continued to run away from them.

The man ducked into the doorway of an abandoned building that was unlocked. As he looked around the area that he now saw was an empty apartment he saw the temporary salvation of a bedroom closet. He looked down at the strange small bottle he held in his hand. An alleged witch had given him the bottle for him to use in an emergency. Despite his reluctance, he saw no other option. Not noticing that the bottle smelled rather weird, he drank the liquid inside the bottle. Immediately, he watched in horror as his hand dissolved into dust in the air and into a turning vortex of wind that soundly formed in the space of the closet.

The cops got to the closet and were astonished to find nothing inside. The first cop turned to his partner. “Well, he got away again.” His partner, still baffled, looked into the closet at the broken shards of the now empty bottle. He got over his amazement and chuckled with a smile. “Well, I have a feeling that we aren’t too good at our jobs.” he joked. His partner didn’t find it very amusing, as he ground his teeth in frustration. “Well you didn’t do any better of a job than me. . .” he trailed off as they slowly walked out of the building, still cautious if the man might still be there. As the guards leave, the calendar on the wall says the date. April 4, 1890. The last day the serial killer known as Jack The Ripper was ever seen…

A pretty lady passed through an alley of the buildings that surrounded her. She rounded the corner of the alley where there were two buildings that created a t-shaped alley. Jack took cautious steps toward his next victim in his spree of killings in this deep and dark town. He snuck up behind her and just before he was going to slit her throat, she just told him to stop.

Jack froze in his tracks and thought how a complete stranger could know him. “How do you know me?” he asked her. “If you kill me, you will be caught in one year precisely from now.” she simply told him. “How can you know when I’ll get caught? And why should I listen to you when I can just do what I do best?!” he said with a grin. The woman continued to ignore Jack’s tauntings. “Well now. You really don’t know how powerful I really am.”

Jack laughed in his shoes. “How the hell are you stronger than me?! A strong gentleman?!” The woman growled like a dog. As Jack looked down at her, he saw her slowly grow fur all over her body and drop to all fours. When she looked up at him, her eyes were canine. She had turned herself into a wolf.

Jack watched in amazement as the woman then stood up on her hind legs and turned back into human form. Jack was no longer smiling. He was shaking in his boots. This was no ordinary woman. This woman was a witch. The witch smiled as Jack realized he was dead. “Now, in exchange for my life, I will give you a potion that will allow you to travel across dimensions. Use this, and you shall never be seen again, becoming free from all of your crimes.” Jack took the bottle in his still shaking hand. He was reassured that this witch would not kill him, but he still knew better than to turn his back on a witch giving him a mysterious potion.

As soon as the bottle left the witch’s hand, Jack was suddenly swept up in a wind that gushed from nowhere with such a force that he closed his eyes and prayed he would not be knocked off his feet. And in an instant, the wind left as quickly as it had appeared. When Jack opened his eyes, the witch had vanished. He was now alone in the dark alleyway, save for a whinny or two of a horse from a carriage in the streets passing by. Jak decided to leave the alleyway before the startled animals attracted any unwanted attention.

As stealthy as a ninja, Jack blended into the crowd of people walking in the street, pretending to live a normal life, but knowing that his need for destruction had finally caught up with him in the worst possible way for what he had done in the last ten years.

Jack woke up from his memory in the closet of the empty house where he had taken the potion, or so he thought. There were no broken shards anywhere in the closet, and he was certain that he had dropped the potion after drinking it. As he looked around, he could not understand why the guards had not followed him into the building. Surely he had only had enough time to drink the potion, but he couldn’t feel the potion on him, and there were no shards, so where had the potion gone?

“Am I invisible or something? Why haven’t they arrested or killed me yet? I saw my hand evaporate, but I’m still here. Was it all a dream?” His memory now redirected to the witch who had given him the potion. ‘What crazy thing did that witch give me?’ he thought before starting to feel a throbbing headache. He rubbed his head and to his dismay, he fell out of the closet he had been hiding in.

Jack quickly scrambled to hide under the bed, now realising that this was a bedroom. Trying to stay hidden from view of anyone who would happen to pass by the window, he saw a horse trot past the window, so he ducked further down under the bed, hoping not to be spotted by the carriage operator, but noticed something strange. Jack saw another horse walk past the window, and saw that they weren’t pulling anything. They were walking all by themselves, without a master to hold the reins. Jack waited in silent patience for an owner to stop the equines from getting away, but after some time he didn’t see anyone come or go, so he got out from under the bed.

“Well that was a close one,” Jack said silently. As he got up, he felt something on his back that wasn’t there before. “OW!” he exclaimed as what he was feeling scraped against the sharp metal bed frame. Looking back, he saw a really big feather that seemed to have fallen out of nowhere. Before Jack could wonder where it had come from, another feather fell off of his backside. This was confusing. Fully climbing out from under the bed, Jack saw a low sat dresser with a mirror above it. He looked into the mirror and nearly jumped out of his skin. He had jumped so high that he hit his head on the ceiling. On his back were a pair of feathery wings.

Expecting to hit the ground as quickly as he had left it, he instead heard nothing but a flapping sound. He looked on his back, and his wings were keeping him aloft like a bird, keeping himself suspended in midair. Distracted and now aware of the fact that he was flying, his wings suddenly stopped beating, and he dropped to the ground like a stone.

The sun was now steadily rising to the east, and striaght through the bedroom window. The glowing brightness that slowly filled the room revealed what the mysterious drink was, and also where Jack was now. He could now see his new form in the mirror more distinctly. “Oh dead God, I’ve finally gone completely nuts. There is no way in Hell this is real. It can’t be.”

He ducked his head out the window just enough to see each way up and down the street. He watched and saw that these weren’t horses, but they were actually ponies because they were smaller than the others that he was used to back home. But how were they the dominant species here? He sat there and pondered, but then he got a huge smile on his evil face.

“Wait, I’m one of them as well,” Jack said suddenly. A devilish grin momentarily spread across his face. “Which means Jack is back!” His grin left as soon as it had arrived, and he pondered his next move. “But how would I play my part in this world, and why is there a picture on my thigh?” he said, looking at his new cutie mark. He saw that indeed, there was now a top hat and a cape hiding the face underneath the hat. “Well, that fits me well,” Jack said, now smiling again.

Jack walked out from the alleyway that was still darkened by the sun’s angle in the sky. As he walked out, he saw a bustling town as a small filly flew past him at an amazing speed, but as he stood there holding his hat, he got the willies from the ordeal that he went through. She flew back, an apologetic expression on her face. “I’m sorry mister. I didn’t see you there.” Jack did his best to give the filly an honest look of sincerity. “It’s fine, and I mean that.” The filly smiled and flew away.

Jack looked around and saw so many victims that he could get later. He smiled to himself. ‘Well, I shouldn’t have to right away, because I don’t want to be on thin ice so soon in this new world,’ he thought silently as he continued smiling at the ponies walking past him, hoping that they didn’t notice how different he was compared to them. Luckily, he made it to the edge of town. As he looked back, he saw how similar it was to London, which he was used to back in his home world. He also noticed that the city had many darkened alleyways that he could duck in and out of like a nomadic wild animal. “Good.” he said with yet another smile.

Jack kept wandering out of town until he came to a huge field just outside of a forest and decided to see what his new form could do. So he stood there, and looked up to make sure that there were no local residents that were above his location. He focused on his wings, telling them to start flapping, and he slowly lifted off the ground. Then, he suddenly flew up like a firework into the sky and saw a seemingly floating city in the clouds.

He looked around and saw the ground plane that he had left behind and got an overview of what was another city landscape that he could blend into for his devious ways. “I can unfold against this unbelievable place where I am now, but I wasn’t expecting to be this afraid of heights because the highest I ever have been is the clock tower in the church and nothing higher. Because it’s impossible to have a building this tall and I don’t think we will ever get something this tall.”

He landed on a cloud, almost expecting to fall through, but surprised to find it as solid as the precious ground he had left behind. He had landed by a sign that said, “Welcome to Cloudsdale! Elevation 2,717 feet above sea level” He went to tug at his beard when he was thinking but to his disappointment he didn’t have one anymore.

He looked around and got a feel for the layout of this acceptable area. He looked around and he saw the residents of this place all looked like him and he pondered if the ones with the same features as himself were the only kind that could come up and walk on clouds like he was doing. He was trying his best to adapt to this new world before his fun started, but he didn’t have any weapons to do what he wanted to do. “So how do I get one?”

He saw a restaurant and there was a really sharp and big knife that they gave to the patrons of the restaurant to cut the bread with but luckily for him it was a steak knife instead of a bread knife. He reached over the hoof rail and took it out of the bread and put in in his mane until he could find something to put the weapon into.

He opened his wings and flew back down to the ground. He aimed for the river because of the crash landing into the ground so he wouldn’t be too injured by it. He got back with a huge splash into the river. He got up. “How do I dry off?” But then to his surprise he intensely shook his body, causing all the water to shed off him. ‘What the devil did I just do?’ he thought as he shook. As he was trying to wrap his mind around his new instincts that he had now from crossing the barrier of the plain of reality into this new world, he looked up in the sky and the sun was getting low in western sky. He looked up in the sky and smiled. He lied down and waited for complete darkness of night to settle over the town.