Spike's Quest

Spike saw with complete darkness as his eyes sluggishly opened. He tried to stretch out his arms but was only met with restriction, pain and a heavy throbbing in his head. He soon found it extremely hard to breath and started pounding against the wall causing resistance, with no results. He flex his claws and started to claw against it and soon he started to progress slowly, dirt and pebbles started to fall on him and he assumed he must've been buried.

The blinding sunlight hit his eyes as he made his way from the ground, he covered his eyes, then fell. A unyielding pain came and he was reminded of what happened, A twisted ankle, throbbing pain in his left eye and a large cut along his tail.he curled up into a ball, starving. "Twilight?"

His memory was fuzzy at best and he was extremely disoriented. He finally pulled himself out of the hole iin the ground and looked at his surroundings. he looked up and saw he was behind the library. he walked to the front of the library only focus on finding something to eat. The door was already open and pills of books littered the floor, he ignored them and went upstairs to Twilight's room. under her bed was were he kept his stash of gems.

He pulled out a box from under the bed and happily flicked a gem into his mouth, biting down. His jaw cracked causing him to wince loudly. He held onto his mouth rolling about on the ground,  trying to console the pain. He suddenly gave up and stopped, opening his mouth so he could see the extent of the damage.Several, if not all, of his teeth were cracked and he was probably in need of a dentist.

His attention left his mouth and went to a nearby mirror, his eyes widened. There was a huge hole in his chest, big enough for a pony to fit it's hoof through. He touched it with his hand then looked down at it, then motioned around the hole with a claw."Look out Spike!"his head bulged as he tried to remember what happened. He looked back up at the mirror his body was completely scared, but nothing compared to the hole.

He took a step forward and fell. The pain in his knee now made itself know, he crawled over to the balcony and pulled himself, to look at Ponyville. No ponies, No clouds, nothing. Ponyville was empty. He started to cry the,pain in his body becoming to great to ignore anymore.

The sound of glass shattering brought his attention back to reality. He saw a pair of ponies with scythe like hooves and blood running from their chest,quickly coming toward the library. He limped inside and hid under twilight's bed. he got as close to the wall as he could. Several minutes passed and nothing happened not a sound or peep from outside. his stomach growled, betraying his silence.

The bed was suddenly flipped over by monstrous pony like creatures their teeth were like long daggers of ivory, stained with blood. Their faces however showed no type of emotion, their eyes probably forever shut.He ducked out of the way as one of their scythe like hooves tore through the air above his head. He backed up as two more crashed down were he had just been. "What's going on?!"

Instead of an answer one of the hooves went right through the hole in his chest, perfect fit. He was pulled up into the air and thrown down the stairs, the creatures followed in a silent pursuit. The tore up the ground around him guided only by the sounds that he was making as he ran toward the door he felt something sharp latch onto his hoof then the hole in his chest start to expand, being pulled apart by one of the ponies hooves.

It went slow, only wanting to cause Spike pain, having his blood slowly puddle on the library's floor he struggled to free himself but only managed to quicken his inevitable death. Their was nothing he could do, so he let his body fall limp.

There was a sharp whistle from outside and the creatures left Spike to die on his own. As he hi the ground his eyes opened and he started to crawl, quickly, silently, only being fueled by his will to live. He made it to the base of the stairs and pulled himself up the first one, then the next. He made his way to the top before hearing hoofsteps behind him. At the door he saw a pony wearing another pony's bloody fur as a cloak, obscuring it's own face. it followed Spike's blood trail from the center of the room up the stairs were he laid fearfully.

"Spike?" It whispered in a barely audible voice,"How are you even alive."

"Wh-" The pony shoved it's hoof into his mouth,

"You  gotta be quieter or those things gonna hear you and come back."

"Who are you." Spike said in a much softer tone."Why shouldn't I be alive, was I dead or something?"

The pony ignored Spike's questions, shoving it's hoof into Spike's mouth.The Scythe hoofed ponies came back to the door, their ears twitching and their mouths opened as if too taste the air. They moved on but kept their ears perked up.

The pony waited ten minutes in the awkward position of it's hoof being inside spike's mouth.

After some more time had passed the pony removed the dead ponies fur from it's face. "It's me Scootaloo. Spike you're supposed to be dead, A pack of those things gave you a real good beating, don't you remember?"

Spike slowly shook his head, "N-No. What's going on Scootaloo?"

"We don't know yet, it's only been two days since we buried you, how come you don't remember anything?"

Spike fainted, blood loss finally caught up with him.His head hit the ground creating a giant thud like noise. Scootaloo quickly pulled Spike onto her back and jumped off the balcony into the grass below. She quickly hid herself in the confines of a bush, not even daring to peer out and accidentally be heard.

She closed her eyes focusing on all sounds that came into the bush, nothing could be heard. no animals, no ponies, not even the creatures she knew were right outside the bush. a scythe like hoof reached into the bush and laid itself upon her forehead. She didn't flinch or move as it trailed from her snout onto spikes claw, then the creatures face came into the bush. It's close eyes and sharp fangs held no emotion and seemed to examine Scootaloo, trying to see if she moved.

It eventually moved on and Scootaloo waited until she was positive it was gone. She sighed in relief taking a slow cautious look out the bush, "Coast is clear Spike."

The dragon remain unconscious. Scootaloo stalked quietly toward Sweet apple acres. There was a watch tower and the Pink pony inside it waved as Scootaloo quickly approached it. A large red flag was raised, and the gate that was in place around the farm opened.

No editing and I'm still kinda pulling this story out of thin air, I have a objective but no actual plot (I said plot, LOL XD. ignore that) But I do have a PLOT idea(LOL I said it again XD, ignore that:)