Twilight's Swamp

I yawned, and began to stretch. The staring contest with my computer had ended, and I lost. Miserably. The internet was dead. Nothing new at all, not even on 4Chan! Boredom began to creep in. How can there be absolutely nothing to do?

A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. “Entre Vous.”

My brother appeared, sunglasses and keys in his hand.

“I didn’t know you were French.” he grinned.

“And I didn’t know you’re a hipster.” I retorted.

“Yeah, fuck you. Anyways, I’m gonna be out tonight.”

“A date, Mr. Forever Alone?”

“Club. More fun.” He muttered, obviously hurt by my remark.

“Good luck.”

“Listen, I’d bring you, but… you know, age restrictions and all that.” He said.

“6 more years.”

“Yeah,” he said. “So, what are you gonna do? Watch one of your crappy pony shows?”

I flipped him the bird. “Nah, might take a walk. Nothing to do in here.”

“It’s dark.”

“I’ll bring a flashlight.”

“A fleshlight? Now who’s Mr. Forever Alone?”

“Flashlight, dumbass.” I growled.

“Yeah, that. Anyways, see you later.”

“Yeah.”

I stood up and began to walk around the apartment. It was pretty small, only 2 bedrooms and one bathroom. I could hear my brother’s car pulling away from the driveway. Goodbye. Alone, I found the flashlight on the kitchen counter. Check off one item from my list. Now, shoes. Where were they? I walked to my room and saw them. Ohai shoes. I put them on and grabbed my house key. Unlocking the door, I stepped outside into the chilly Florida winter. My jacket! I ran back inside to grab it. Stepping back out, I locked the door and descended to ground level. The swamp stared at me from the south. The wooden walkway snaked through the whole thing. So why the hell not?

I stepped onto the bridge, and the boards creaked. I panicked for a second. Was this fucking thing going to break on me? No, thank goodness it didn’t. I turned on my flashlight and started to walk. Everything was peaceful. The crickets chirped and the mosquitoes buzzed. Finally, something interesting.

A symphony of noise assaulted my senses. Snapping of twigs and muffled thumps rang out in the almost silence. A purple… THING landed about 5 yards away from me in the dirt. It looked… familiar. I jumped over the rails to see what it was.

“Spike…”

Spike? Okay… a purple thing that says spike. Could this be… Twilight Sparkle laid right in front of me. She still looked cartoonish, don’t get me wrong, but she was bleeding. And that wasn’t cartoonish. One of her legs was twisted at a weird angle. Open cuts let blood pour over her purple fur, covering it in red. She was unconscious.

“She must be freezing.” I told myself.

I took off my jacket. Cold wind bit my arms as I gently draped it over her back. She wasn’t too heavy, about the weight and size of a large dog. Picking her up, I ran through the swamp and back to the apartment complex. Running to my building, I saw my worst enemy. Stairs! Fuck! This was going to be a tricky maneuver. I held onto the rail with one hand and shifted Twilight so that her head was above my shoulder, and carefully stepped up the two flights to my building. The door was locked. I reached my hand into my pocket, grabbed the key and slowly unlocked the door.

The house was still empty, and the clock read midnight. I laid Twilight down on the couch and ran to the bathroom. Looking under the counter, I spotted the first aid kit. I grabbed it and ran back to Twilight Sparkle. Blood began to stain the tan fabric of the sofa as I opened the kit and took out the bandages. I poured some anti-bacterial on her wounds, and began to wrap them with the bandages. Blood began to soak the bandages, and my hands.

I took a look at my hands, ran to the bathroom, and vomited violently. I was not good with blood at all. I washed my hands and began to inspect Sparkle’s break. I had no fucking idea had to fix it. Suddenly, I heard the door unlock. My brother walked in, arm in arm with some woman. He noticed me, grinned, and then his eyes fell to the couch.

“A-Alex,” my brother asked, shaken. “What in the flying fuck is this?”