The Un-Named

Sorry about the lateness of this chapter, I had really bad writers block.

Anyway; Enjoy!

I awoke from my unconscious state to be met by a blinding light.  I closed my eye until it adjusted. I’d always wondered why hospitals did that... Wait... eye? Hospital?

My mind finally registered where I was and what had happened. The memories returned in a flash.  My eye opened and I lifted a hoof to the left side of my face. I noticed I was on a drip as I weakly moved.

I felt the weight of bandages over my face but I couldn’t feel my injured eye. I lowered my hoof. There was just... Nothing. No pain, no movement, no sight.

Sighing I leant back and tried not to think about it, anything for that matter to do with last night, I failed miserably. A single tear fell onto my pillow.

After a minute a unicorn entered. He had yellow fur with a brown mane. He wore glasses, a stethoscope and a white coat. He didn’t speak until he was beside my bed.

“You gave us quite a scare earlier, we almost lost you from blood loss, but after a few transfusions we pulled you back. Unfortunately we couldn’t save your eye. We can’t take off the bandages yet, and you’ll have to stay here for further treatment anyway.”

He paused to check the machines; he pondered over my heart monitor but didn’t see anything to cause him worry. He turned to face me again but I spoke first;

“M-my parents?” My voice was weaker than I thought. He removed his glasses and my breath caught. I already knew what he was going to say, I had known all along, but I needed to know, maybe, just maybe, one of my parents had made it...

“I’m sorry, I really am, but when the police arrived, it was too late. And since you are underage, we can’t allow their wishes to be given yet. I’m afraid you will be sent to an orphanage.”

Clenching my jaw, I tried not to cry properly, my ears flattened out and my one working eye squeezed shut as the doctor continued.

“The police are making an inquiry into their deaths. I suppose you know the rest.”

“They wouldn’t believe me. It doesn’t matter who you are; if you try and tell the Royal Guard that there is a demon on the loose they’ll just laugh or mention the entire old load about Cerberus and what not. A demon killed my parents... That’s all there is to it.”

“A demon? But that’s impossible! Nothing had been recorded and the royal guards could find no trace of one. Maybe we missed something in your treatment that made you think that but no, a demon did not kill your parents.”

The Doctor gave me a strange look; I knew he didn’t believe, nopony would for that matter. But if that’s what they wanted to think, so be it. I stayed silent and allowed him to continue, not really listening until the end of the rant.

“A social worker will visit tomorrow morning to take you to the orphanage. We will give you some painkillers and some antibiotics to make sure infection doesn’t set in. Just a hint from me though,” He stopped halfway through exiting the doorway, “Don’t mention the demon, ponies will take that news a lot worse than me.”

Staring at the door long after the doctor left, I began thinking. I would take his advice for now, I would go to the orphanage, but I wouldn’t stay. Nopony else may agree with my choices after I leave but I will still go after the demon. Who knows, I might just earn my cutie-mark.

Sighing, I rested my head against the pillow, pushing the light out of my eye and listening. As I did I noticed how one of my ears felt different, it was lighter and it was on the same side as my useless eye. I groaned and stopped concentrating on the sounds, instead allowing my thoughts to flow.

Why did the demon kill my parents, did it have a motive? Why did it even attempt to go after me when it could have gotten another pony? Was there something else controlling it and why couldn’t it appear in the sunlight? Why now?

I groaned and peered through the corner of my eye out the window, seeing the park I used to visit. Yet the world was intent on torturing me, I could see families down there, happy and naive.

There was only one thing left that I could do; sleep.

Like sleeping would work... I couldn’t escape anything. The demon ruled my nightmares, it threw everything at me. All my fears, all my worries, at least it helped prepare me for what I knew was coming.

When the morning came at last I didn’t wait for the doctors or nurses to help. I ripped out the drip and stood up for the first time in two days. I wobbled on my hooves a bit then went over to a bag that was left for me. It contained some of my recovered items; they had taken them from my room, as I looked through it the nurse finally entered.

“Oh, you’re awake.” She eyed my scars warily then went into a draw to get some materials. “I need to put a bandage over your eye; it will help keep it clean on the way.”

Not feeling up to fighting the nurse I let her put the bandage on, scold me for removing my drip and lead me out to the social worker who gave me a similar first look.

"W-well, lets go." He didn't even mention my name, typical.

If this was the adult’s reaction, I could imagine the other kids. It was going to be good, I could tell.

Jumping into a taxi carriage I began plotting immediately. Within the five minutes it took to arrive I had planned everything out. Faces peered down at me from the windows of the building then disappeared when I glared at them. The social worker opened the door with a bronze key and I followed him in. I was ready.