The things i do for love

A/N: well, well, well, it seems to me like it's time for some crazy shit, as wells as some more sad stuff. Enjoy!

Five days. For five days, I walked. No food. No water. No sleep. No rest of any kind. I just kept walking. What was going through my head? A few things. Was I going the right way? Probably not. Was I going to get the same reception in the town where Pinkie lived as I got when I walked outside for the first time? I hoped not. All I knew for certain was I was going to get somewhere. And that my vision had gotten much better. It wasn’t amazing, and I still couldn’t see that far ahead of me, but I could now see what was directly in front of my face, which was an improvement. However, I was growing tired. I had motivation, but motivation can only carry you oh so far. I was currently walking down the road slower than chameleon, which is saying something. I was dragging my feet, and my knees were shaking. “Come on man, you can make it, only another day or two and you’ll be there!” said a voice, the source of which I had given up on finding. After the third day, I had began seeing and hearing things that weren’t there. I had heard fireworks, seen others like me, beckoning for me to follow.. At night, I would hear the howling of wolves. I looked to my left to see another like me, walking the same path. He had short brown hair, and dark brown eyes that still held their shine. His face was free of facial hair, and the wrinkles, scars, and many other gruesome things I had seen upon my own in my reflection in the occasional puddle, and he had a pair of glasses sitting upon his nose. He was looking at me with a reassuring smile, but I could see the worry in his eyes. He put his hand upon my shoulder. “Don’t give up. You made a promise, remember?”

“Yes, I do, but… It’s so far… and I’m so tired.. Maybe just a quick rest..” I said, collapsing onto my knees, my head hung in defeat. I still clung to the garments Luna had given to me, but they were now covered in dirt, mud, and bits of the rotten fruit that had been thrown at me. I began to cry. “I’m… I’m sorry, Pinkie.. I’m so sorry.. I sent you that letter.. I told you I was coming… but I don’t think I can make it..” I said, falling completely to the ground, and rolling onto my back. I couldn’t carry on anymore. My legs could carry me no further. I looked up into the night sky, and saw the crescent moon, hanging there in the sky. “The… Moon? It’s… just as I imagined.. Has it been there this whole time?” I asked myself.

“Yes, it has. Now get up! I am ashamed of you!” yelled the other, standing over me, looking at me with what looked like a mixture of anger and pity. “How many times do I have to tell people this… Don’t make a promise if you can’t keep it!” he said, putting two of his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Then I heard another voice. One more familiar, though I couldn’t quite place it.

“Christian? That you? Come on, stop being a wuss! Get up! The you I knew wouldn’t give up like this!” came the voice… it sounded more… like a mare. I rolled slowly onto my chest, and pushed up enough for me to look up to the source of the voice… only to see a rainbow manned cyan pegasus, her purple eyes staring directly into mine, a weak smile on her face.

“Who… who are you?” I asked, bringing a sad look to her face.

“You… You don’t recognize me?” she asked, and I could have sworn I saw tears well up in her eyes.

“No, of course he doesn’t. I’d bet money he doesn’t even know who I am.” said the other, whom she seemed to ignore.

“I..I don’t know.. Should I?” I asked, not knowing who I was speaking to.

“Y-Yeah.. You should.. After all we went through together..” she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I… I’m sorry..” I said, letting my head droop down in defeat. “Please don’t cry.. I’m tired of ponies crying around me..” I said, as I felt tears well up in my own eyes.

“What happened to you? What happened to the guy I knew who didn’t apologize? Who only needed forgiveness from god, and nopony else? What happened to the guy who didn’t care what anyone else thought?” she asked, audibly crying. I simply rolled back onto my back in defeat.

“I don’t know. He sounds like he was really close to you, though.” I said, closing my eyes for a moment… then it hit me. I Remembered Pinkie describing Rainbow Dash to me… “Wait a minute…” I said, rolling over again, and looking back to her. “Are you… Rainbow Dash?” I asked, which seemed to make her perk up a bit.

“Y-Yeah… you remember?” she asked, to which I could only shake my head.

“No… but that nice mare who came to visit me, Pinkie, told me a lot about you… she said we were really close friends.. And then you died, and I got really sad, and they locked me in that cage… and they’d sometimes take out the whips.. Or strap me to that table, the one that stretches you, and moves your bones until they pop, or snap...” I said, shuddering and crying at the memory of the torture I endured, all for reasons unknown to me. I looked at my hands, and the gaps where fingers once were. I heard Rainbow gasp slightly.

“B-But why?”

“I… I don’t know.. I don’t remember.. I don’t remember anything beyond the shadows of my cage, and the laughs of the guards as I screamed…. MAKE IT STOP!!” I yelled through gritted teeth as I put both of my hands to my head, writhing in phantom pain. I could feel it all over again. Each whip-lash, cutting into the flesh of my back. Each racking, pulling my arms and legs until they popped out of their sockets, or broke. Each shock spell, sending volts of electricity rushing through my body, bringing unknown amounts of pain. Each finger, severed slowly while I screamed, begging for it to stop. Then it was over. I simply lay there, alone, crying, begging torturers who weren’t there to leave me be, eyes shut tight. “Please. Please, just make it stop… what did I do wrong?” I opened my eyes, and through the blur of my tears, I saw an extended hand.

“Take it. Let me help you up.” said the voice I recognized as the other. I obeyed, grasping his hand with all my might as he pulled me back onto my feet.

“Th-thank you.” I said, not knowing who he was, or why he was so encouraging. “Why? Why are you helping me? Everyone else seems to not want me around..” I said, to which he only smiled.

“Because you made a promise. And I keep my promises.” he said, walking away, disappearing into the moonlit night, humming an eerily familiar tune.