Denial, Acceptance, and Everything in Between

===============Denial, Acceptance, and Everything in Between===============

Welp, this is a new fic for me, I wanted to make this one more……realistic, seeing as Secret Lightning is…..great, but it never really followed the path that I kinda wanted it to follow. So while I’ll keep updating Secret Lightning, I’m devoting some serious time to this one. Hope it gets some followers!

Btw, there will be several point of view changes, maybe just for this chapter, maybe the whole fic. I dunno. They will be separated though, either by the zigzag line if FIMfiction accepts it, or by a line of ~s, or a horizontal rule, if i can do that

=====================Chapter 1: introduction=====================

John was not exactly the average guy. His full name, by the way, was John Connor. He was technically older, old enough to drink, at any rate, but not really all that old, as he was only 32. Still, he was old in the eyes of the neighborhood kids near where he lived, who were only around 18 or so. He had been in war at one point, and he had also been In love. But sadly, the one he loved did not wait for him while he was at war. However, he didn’t carry any grudges about that. What he did carry, was his trusty Glock .45 pistol, always with him, always there in its side holster, ready for action. And yes, he had an open carry permit for it. After he got out of the military, he had taken up a job as a security guard at a bank. Not a glamorous job, true, but it paid well enough. And to be honest, he was a pretty intimidating security guard. Standing at six feet tall, built like a tank, he was a force to be reckoned with. But one day, everything changed.

John was standing inside the vault, guarding the safety deposit boxes, when he heard lots of noise coming from the main lobby, including gunfire. He immediately drew his weapon, inching towards the main lobby, peering around the door. There were five armed gunmen in the lobby, holding up the bank. They split up, with one running into the vault (in his mad dash, running right past John), the others taking hostages into a conference room. The masked man in the vault started placing several C-4 charges on the safety deposit box doors, each one of them with a timed detonator with a blinking LED on the front. He had gotten about seven placed on the boxes, then John was behind him, gun to his head. “Drop your weapon, turn around slowly, keep your hands where I can see them.” He ordered.

The man turned around slowly, putting down his assault rifle. He stood up, and looked at John with a smirk that rattled John down to his core. He knows something thought John furiously. But what?

*Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

Shit.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

The resulting explosion ripped through the air of the vault, vaporizing the masked gunman In front of the safety deposit boxes. John however, was both luckier and unluckier at the same time. While he was not killed by the blast, as he was wearing a small amount of body armor, it did beat him up quite a bit and throw him against the back wall with considerable force.

He was dead. He knew it. He could feel the broken bones, and the burns. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. But then he remembered. Adrenaline. He was starting to fade out of consciousness, the blood loss getting to him.  His last thought as he was laying on the floor before he slipped under was I failed. I’m so sorry.

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He stirred, slowly sliding back into consciousness. He opened his eyes, and the whole word swam. He was lying on a dirt path in the middle of nowhere, with grassy field on both sides. Where the hell am I? He tried to speak, to call for someone, anyone, to come help him, but he couldn’t. His mouth refused to obey him, and he could feel himself slipping under again. With the last of his strength before he passed out, he raised his pistol to the air, and fired off three shots, in the hope of getting someone’s attention.

And then he was gone again, back to the peaceful world of dreams, where you feel no pain, where you feel no sorrow.

Fluttershy was sitting in her backyard, tending to a bird with a sprained wing, when she was startled by three loud popping sounds echoing from the distance, not far from her house. She carefully put the bird on a perch on her back porch, making sure he was comfortable.

“Oh my, um…..wait here please, I think I should go see if Rainbow got herself into trouble again.” The bird nodded and settled himself on the perch. Fluttershy smiled and took off, heading toward the source of the sound.

A few minutes of flying later, she saw a blue and black form laying on the ground. She also saw red. With a gasp, she dropped altitude quickly, (lol, you can tell I’m an aircraft nerd, I can’t even say ‘she flew down’) and was quite shocked at what she saw. It wasn’t Rainbow Dash, but then again, it wasn’t exactly a pony either. It looked like it walked on two legs, and quite frankly, it looked like it was a lot bigger than she was. But as scared as she was of this thing, it was injured and needed help, and she was determined to not let it die.

She landed next to the strange creature, and slowly approached it. It was breathing, but its breaths were very ragged and forced. There was no time for fear now, this thing needed help. She walked over to the creature very carefully, and gingerly poked it with a hoof.

“Um, hello? Are you all right? Can you speak? Oh dear” she jumped a little when the creature stirred.

John was sliding back into consciousness, and he could feel himself being poked. Seconds later, he could hear a very light and airy female voice speak to him. “Um, hello? Are you all right? Can you speak?” He twitched slightly and opened his eyes. “Oh dear” the voice replied. His vision was swimming, but he could make out a blob of pastel yellow with some light pink as well. Strange colors. I have got to be hallucinating. Was all he could think. A couple of seconds later, he finally forced his mouth to obey him.

“Please……….help……me” was all he could croak out before slipping away again, the blackness rising up to meet him with open arms.

“Please………..help………me” the creature managed to say before passing out again. Fluttershy was scared, but she pushed past it. This thing needed help. Now.

“O..okay, I’ll be right back with some help, don’t you worry.” She said, knowing that it couldn’t hear her, but somehow, saying it made her feel better knowing she could help this thing.

She took off, flying faster than she ever had before, heading towards Twilight’s library.

John stirred again, he could hear voices above him. “What is that thing Fluttershy?” “I don’t know, but it’s hurt. We have to help it.” John calmed down a little. They wanted to help him. “*sigh* alright, let’s get him to the hospital. We just better hope whatever this thing is, it’s not hostile.” John felt himself being lifted off the ground, though by what he had no idea, he couldn’t feel anything. But that would have to wait, as he slipped back into unconsciousness for yet another time.

====================END CHAPTER 1====================

Well, sorry to start off with a short chapter, this one’s shorter than the shortest one on my other fic, Secret Lightning. But it’s the intro, so I guess it’s okay. But yeah, in case you guys who read my other fic didn’t read my blog post, I have a lot of stuff going on in my life right now, so there WILL be delays on updates, though maybe for just a little while. Idk, let’s see how my first chapter goes over with the FIMfiction community! also, sorry for any spelling/formatting errors, i am ironing them out as i find them