Author's note: Got tired of waiting for my prereader and I decided that I would post this early. I'm not sure if this is in the same state of mind as the last but hey, at least I tried.
Enjoy,
All American
--Chapter 2: Fighting the Truth--
They say that when you die, you see a blinding white light at the end of a long tunnel.
They lied.
I felt like I was falling into a never ending black hole. I could feel my eyes slam shut as I accelerated downward. There was a howling wind that consumed me as I fell ever onward into the darkness. The wind continued to blast my back as I reached terminal velocity. I felt like I was going to fall for all of eternity.
“You’re safe now.” A feminine voice called from the darkness.
The voice was one I was unfamiliar with. My mind wanted to open my eyes in hopes of identifying the person that call out, but my eyes were sealed.
“He is going to get violent when he wakes.” A male voice chimed in.
My mind was still trying to cope with what had just transpired and their words seemed foreign to me, like they weren’t of human vocal chords.
“I know he will be. I’ll try to calm him when the time comes. Tell Twilight that I may have something to study.”
With the voices swirling around me in the darkness, I felt my back connect with something relatively soft and decelerate rather quickly. I wanted to cry out but I felt like I was having an out of body experience, like I could tell what was happening but had no power to intervene. I lay on the soft area for a moment before I felt something sucking me down. I wanted to scream in fear but had no control over my voice. I could feel something soft envelop me before my mind shut down.
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I flew awake, sitting upright immediately. I brought my hands to my face and took a deep breath. ‘Still breathing.’ I thought, almost disappointed. I let my hands disconnect with my face and drop to my sides. The room was the same as I had left it from the prior night except for one extremely important detail; I WAS STILL BREATHING! I was lying on my bed with a blanket covering me and a glass of water at my side. I grabbed the water and downed it with all my might. Whatever had transpired last night had made me extremely thirsty. Honestly, I was just lucky not to have a hangover.
I threw the glass to the floor and climbed from the bed. I felt cold and suddenly realized that I was stark naked. I ran over to my closet and opened it to reveal that the shoe box I had retrieved last night had been moved from where I had left it. I grabbed the box and tossed it to the bed. With what had transpired the night before, I decided that I needed a day off to get my head straight, so I didn’t need to get in uniform. I grabbed a black t-shirt with Smith & Wesson logo on it, a pair of blue jeans, another set of fingerless gloves, and my Timberland steel toed boots which had somehow made it back into my closet. I ruffled my hair and got dressed.
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Now that I was dressed, I searched for my handgun and holster. I was getting furious because ever since I got my carry permit, I had had that gun at my side and I wasn’t going to end that newly formed tradition today. I started to tear the place apart, throwing cloths and other useless items around before grabbing the shoe box from the bed and dumping its contents onto my bed. With the contents spread out, I found everything that I had on me last night. ‘Who the fuck put this here?’ I asked myself as if I knew. I shrugged of the notion and grabbed the holster. I threw the strap over my head and buckled it into place. I felt much better with the 1911 under my shoulder. I snatched the pistol with my left hand and pulled the slide back revealing a shiny brass casing. I let the slid fall forward and shoved the handgun back into its place.
With all my daily equipment accounted for, I grabbed my hat from a nightstand and threw it on. I walked up to the door and wrapped my hand around the knob. I went to push it open and walk through it at the same time. I slammed my face into the door with a soft thud.
“Goddammit! Why the hell did I lock this door?!” I grunted in an unhappy tone.
That’s when it hit me; my bedroom door didn’t even have a lock on it! I jiggled the door handle a few more times as if it might change fate before giving up and kicking the door in anger. I wasn’t in the mood for this shit. I had already fired my gun in my apartment twice, how much more trouble could I get it? I wrapped both of my hands around the knob and placed my shoulder against the door. I pulled myself back from the door and counted to three.
1…
2…
3…
With all my strength, I ran all my weight into the door and felt the door give little. I wasn’t small either at six foot, 220 pounds. I pulled back once more and shoved my weight into the door once again and heard a delightful snapping noise as my shoulder connected with the door again. Third time’s the charm, I pulled back and my shoulder against the door on last time and felt the door fling wide.
I stood there for a moment after my victory, trying to take in what I was seeing. My apartment had been replaced by a long stone hallway. Large windows lined the hallway from one end to the other and were about my size in comparison. With a little bit of hesitation, I walked up to the window and was immediately blinded by the sun. I recoiled back into the hallway before letting my eyes adjust to the light. I returned to the light and saw that I wasn’t in Youngstown anymore. There was a large courtyard with various trees and shrubs lining the walls before letting out to a city square. The architecture reminded me of something from medieval England.
“I see you’re awake.” A familiar voice called to me.
Keeping my eyes locked with the window, I said “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Watch your language around the Princess!” A male voice said.
I turned to my right to see Celestia and two smaller ponies in golden armor approaching me as I slowly started to back away. Seriously?! So, Celestia wasn’t bullshitting me.
“Fuck you! I didn’t ask for this!” I yelled.
“Please, stay calm.” Celestia spoke in a soft motherly voice.
I placed my hand on my pistol and continued to back away.
“Shall I subdue the…” the one of the guards started.
I pulled my handgun from the holster and leveled it in their direction “Human. Take another step and I plaster your brains against the wall.”
The trio stopped in their tracks and locked eyes with me. I could see the anger in the guards’ eyes. One attempted to take another step and I pointed the gun at him. The guard immediately stopped and stepped back. I placed my free hand against the window for support.
Celestia took a step forward “Can we talk?”
As soon as she finished her sentence, an army of footsteps sounded behind me. I turned my head to see a group of guards blocking my rear exit. ‘SHITSHITSHITSHIT!’ my mind sounded off. I looked forward and saw that a guard was less three yards from me.
I raised my handgun to the window and fire two shots that deafened everyone in the hallway “Forget this!” I yelled as I braced myself and ran through the window.
I felt the wood that created the support for the window snap and the window shatter around me. I fell about a story before I felt my arms connect with what felt like gravel. I cursed at my new found pain before climbing to my feet and began to run.
“Come back!” Celestia yelled from the broken window before turning to a guard “Bring him back.”
I snapped my head back and saw that two guards had begun hot pursuit. I mouthed a string of curses before turning my head back toward the direction I was running. I ran along the length of the courtyard toward an open gate that led to a small plaza. I watched as various ponies gasped in horror at what they thought was a monster. I ran past a large group of ponies and I could sense that the guards were gaining on me. I ran toward a small door and kicked it open before slamming it shut behind me. I looked forward to see that a small group of brightly colored ponies were cowering under various tables. I ran up to a table and snatched a chair from one and wedged it against the door.
“You’re all having fun I hope?” I said trying to cover up my displeasure in my voice.
I watched as a few of the ponies poked their heads out from under the table. I heard as the guards bashed against the door. I needed a way out and quickly. The business that I had barged in to was a restaurant. There was a large bar set up toward the back of it with a window above it. Bingo.
I ran past the ponies and made my way to the bar. The bar was made of a dark metal with various bottles sitting on top of it but only the window concerned me. I jumped up on the bar and fired a shot into the window. I jumped up and grabbed the window sill. With my bruised arms, I pulled myself up and ran my fist into the window, shattering it. I pulled myself through watched as the guards busted through the door, smashing the chair in the process.
I ran for a few more minutes before finally finding a dark alley to take a breather. I walked over to a nearby trash can and sat down.
“Holy fuck, did that just happen?” I asked myself out loud.
Did I seriously just meet a figment of my imagination and run for my life ‘Jason Bourne’ style? I tried to run all the possibilities through my head. Am I dead? Am I in hell? Was Celestia really real? Am I high? None of this made any logical sense. First I argue with a figure in the mirror for the better part of a year then I blow my brains out only to end up in a fucking fairy tale?
I shoved all the thoughts from my head as I focused on the task at hand: I need to get the hell out of dodge. I placed my hand against the corner of a brick building to my right since my left hand held my handgun. ‘Shit, how many rounds do I have?’ I asked myself. I tried to take into account all the rounds I had fired so far. Two were fired in the apartment, two into the window during my escape, and another one into the window at the bar. Considering that the magazines held seven that left me with two. I had another 10 magazines on me so I didn’t have to worry for now.
I pushed myself toward the opening at the opposite side of the alley and poked my head out in both directions. I could see that this was a happening area of the city. Many locals crowded the plaza as I tried to find an exit. I figured the entire guard would be looking for me by now.
“Freeze!” a familiar voice call to me from behind.
That was all the push I needed. I ran out into the plaza, resuming the chase. I pushed past the various ponies as I ran toward an open street. ‘Run!’ my mind repeated over and over again. I pushed past the crowd as many began to get out of my way either due to fear or shock. I ran lifting my feet as fast as they could carry me. I watched as a group of three ponies rounded the corner. The group consisted of an orange pony with golden hair and a brown cowboy hat (not the strangest thing I’ve seen in my short time here.). The next was a small purple unicorn and the last was blue Pegasus and a flowing rainbow mane.
I was lifting my feet as fast as they would carry me and my boots weren’t helping. In Youngstown, I would merely beat my attackers into a pulp or pull my gun on them but here I was totally out numbered. I continued to run toward the group as they watched me with apprehension. I was less than 10ft from them when the rainbow maned one jumped in my path. I had too much speed built up to stop. I plowed right through, throwing me off balance. My feet shot out from under me and before I could realize what was happening, I felt my back connect with a stone road.
A sharp pain shot through my back as I landed and I shouted “God fucking dammit!”
I laid there for a moment before the guard pony jumped onto my chest.
“You are under arrest!” he shouted as a hoove connected with my face.
The attack only made me furious and I kneed the guard in his soft under belly. The guard grunted in pain and I threw a punch into the side of his head, knocking him off me. I climbed to my feet and shot a look at the pony that had crossed me. I turned and booked it before they could attack me again.
I continued to run as a road out of the city came into sight. I let myself have a breather at the gates since the guards were nowhere to be found. ‘Probably called in to join the manhunt.’ I tried to reason with myself. I turned and began to walk out of town. The road was paved in stones that made my journey slightly easier but I knew that tomorrow, I would be out of commission from the strenuous exercise. I wasn’t a slouch but I never had run that much before.
I took all these things into consideration as I watched the city become a distant spec behind me.
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I had been walking for almost two hours before my feet finally gave out from under me. I landed on my knees and then I felt my face connect with the dirt. My body was screaming like I had been hit by a train. I laid in the middle of the stone road for a moment before dragging myself over to the nearest tree. With my legs useless, I propped myself up against the tree and tried to collect my thoughts.
My mind had been racing ever since I escaped the city. This day was probably the most confusing day of my entire life. I had killed myself only to end up in a fairy tale land. I’m honestly not sure what was worst, ending up in hell or this dreaded place. Not to mention that I’m probably the only human in the world if this truly the place Celestia was talking about. It made me laugh to think that I’m a single human trapped on an entire planet of talking ponies.
My mind continued to tell me that I had to keep moving and that if I didn’t I would be capture. I needed to put as much distance between me and that castle as possible but I couldn’t even keep walking. I pulled my 1911 from my holster and placed the barrel against my head. I let the barrel cool the side of my head as I sat under the tree. I watched as the sun began to set in the distance and I could feel the gun shake in my hand. I wanted to pull the trigger but the more I tried, the harder the gun shook in my hand.
“Fuck!” I yell as the gun slumped into my lap “I’m such a coward.”
I couldn’t bring myself to try again. My mind wanted answers. I let the gun fall into my lap as my mind drifted away and I passed out.
I definately want MOAR!
Edit: Oh! I weild the mighty Scythe of the First
504469 scythe one of the most epic weapons ever also I have a feeling that this story is only gonna make my death more likely yet I continue to read oh well (Oh also this note is to author don't bother yourself about this I already made up my mind before reading this story so it aint your fault it mine for the most part the other part is all the ass holes that decided my life needed to be crappy)
504586
You're not serious right? RIGHT?
Someone needs a hug:
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504596 yeAH i'm serain't true suicide in the fact that I'm not killing myself I'm just trying to get killed how I'm going about this I'm stayin outside in the nearby forest for two days killing anything I can and hoping it fights back if I'm lucky (In my oppinion) i die if I live whatever I can try again another time
Book! Hate Celestia. I would have killed her. Looking forward to how this unfolds. Hopefully he'll hold onto his gun. And he better not change, because this friendship crap that changes people is a load of bull. Ones life doesn't change for the better once life changes abruptly, especially if you find up in some fairy tale land. Since Celestia is trying to make him see the 'good' in life and that's bull. She wants him to change in this perfect world (Equestria) then she'll send him back to his horrible life. And then there's the fact Equestria is driven by magic and technology is near no existent...it's a back water planet. I'd kill myself very quickly, I don't like anyone controlling my life, shape it, or medal in my life like Celestia is. I'd end it just to spite her and get the last laugh!
504607
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504615
The hate... yes let it flow through you.
on a serious note, why do you hate Celestia so much?
EDIT: I would go to Equestria in a heartbeat. I can live without technology, plus the only tech I care for is guns and I am a gunsmith in real life. That means I could just create more given enough time.
504626 hey dumbass a stupid hug video aint going to change my mind no amount of hugs real or virtual will change my mind guess what my dad is an ass and if he punishes us the way he wants too he'll kill me and my siblings my mom is going to die unless she has lung surgery and she could die during that and I found out she may need heart surgery along with that people have hated me since I was in kindergarten the only people who bother being nice are on the internet so I'm thinking that when people see me they hate me thats just the way it is I'm the person that everyone gets to hate upon to get popular guess what else even if my mom has the surgeries we may not have enough money to keep both our house and buy food so I'm trying to find a way to enjoy life before I go and blow out my brains or some other form of suicide so I'm letting fate decide upon my life it will decide if I die in may for I have no control over nature if it kills me then fate has taken my life
504654
Hey bro, I know the feel. I grew up with my mother and father happily until they got divorced and I found out my mother was gay. I ended up moving 1,000 miles from all of my family with my father. Not soon after, he began to drink and become mentally abusive until the day I moved out. I never let that get through to me and I soon went to VCU and fought my way through teeth and nail. I soon graduated with a mechanical engineering degree and got my dream job.
My point is this: Life gets better when you fight for it and stick through the bad times. I did it and so can you. Keep calm, carry on my brother.
504687 meh you say that now people have been saying it since first grade hasn't improved I'm also thirteen so I'm pretty sure letting fate decide is the best choice right now
*Breaths in a lot of oxygen* Yay! <-- see what I did there? XD anyway great chapter! I want to continue reading but there isn't anymore to read :(
504697
I'm gona level with you; life doesn't not get better until you move out. That is my advice to you. As soon as you turn 18, pack you shit and leave. Never look back.
Look man, I tried to help you but as far as you are concerned, I'm just text on your computer screen. I just want you to know that there are people out there that care and I'm one. Never give up and always carry on.
504697
Celestia damn man thirteen I have already lost too many friends to what you are feeling two of which face to face... Ever see a kid blow his brains out in front of you? Its not pretty how many times it happens, not for me, his family or even his school mates. Go get some help in a friend you trust or even parents. Do leave this world in such a way as to drag others into the pit of despair. Go on to youtube and watch wristcutters a love story it speaks to the heart and with truth. Also I am 21.
504720 again fate all that shit it will only get worse when my mom dies so I'm letting whatever being that controls nature or fate decide if I die so yeah
504742
Hey man, I tried.
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May you find peace where ever your travels take you.
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We all have our moments of hardship, but that is the test of humanity's stake in this world. Keep pushing forward no matter the cost because even if your life is not brighter you can still try to bring light into the lives of others. No I am not religious, and yes I am fucking optimistic, why the fuck not. I mean really I have my fair share of shit and try not to bring it to others. May the Bass be with you.
504643
I'm hater. And I just don't like Cemestia at all. And that's so cool! You make guns! What types can you make?! Shotguns, assault rifles, machine guns? Also do you make bullets too?
And if you started making guns in Equestria I'm sure you'd get in serious trouble. But I'd use the greatest excuse ever. I'd say, "I'm preparing for the zombie apocalypse!?
504738 friends gone turned into those who spite me just to gain popularity familiy hate me tell me what I have to live for I have nothing nothing but the food I eat and the clothes I wear and the dark emotions that within in my blackened soul tell me what I have to live for
504782
I work for Smith and Wesson and I do general work. When ever they need to pick up the slack in one area, they send me. I've worked on everything from .22 to LMGs. Also, ammo isn't that hard to make. All you need is a cast for the bullets, nitroglycerin for the primers, and some basic chemicals for the gunpowder.
EDIT: Ryan will never lose his gun.
504802
Awesome. I'm completely jealous of that.
504886
Hey, it didn't just fall into my lap. I needed to go through collage and get a degree in mechanical engineering (lots o' math). It wasn't easy but I did it.
504785
Then set your own course let none stop you.
505314 I'f I decided to I have nothing to live for having nothing to live for you survive better if I was old enough I'd probably join the military just to kill people that is what my may is for to A. die or B. kill things in spite and anger
505350
It's funny, I don't even know you, yet you seem a lot like me when I was in the fourth grade. I actually contemplated killing myself when wasn't even 13 years old just because I had people around me that made fun of me for being fat or being smarter than them and calling me a nerd or whatever. I got some psych counseling and eventually decided against it. From what I've seen of your comments here, it seems you feel you're stuck in a hopeless situation. When I got older, I realized that the only reason I was ever in that situation in the first place was because I unwittingly put myself into those situations because I didn't know that I could DO anything else. When I finished high school, I started coming out of my shell, and when I got into college I was able to shed that former, pathetic, sad excuse of a person I used to be and become far more outgoing than I ever thought I could be. Doing so has allowed me to follow my dreams of being a geologist and getting a job doing what I love.
You may think you have it tough and that no one understands the specific situation your in, but your wrong....way more wrong than you will likely ever be for the rest of your life. I don't know how old you are and frankly I don't think it matters. You seem young, and from your comments, you are placing most of the blame for your life on everyone else but yourself. I don't mean to be harsh, but MAN THE FUCK UP! Take control of your own damn life and stop letting others fuck it up for you! You may live at home with your parent(s) (like me) and still be going too school and may or may not have a job (also like me), but that doesn't mean you have to give up just because you don't have the ideal fantasy life where everything is fucking sunshine and rainbows.
To put it simply, the world fucking sucks! Ponies and MLP:FIM brighten it up a little, but turning things around is gonna depend on how much effort you are willing to put in living. Become the master of you own fate, YOU decide how you want to live your life, not others! Don't be a coward and take the easy way out because of something like "I'm sad because people made fun of me!". There are literally millions of people like you in the U.S. alone. Quit trying to grab attention by being all dark and brooding and "suicidal". The people who actually go through with it don't ever talk about it until they write the suicide note because they know someone will stop them and ultimately cause them to question if life is really that bad. So get off your lazy, brooding ass and actually DO SOMETHING to change your situation!
I apologize if this all sounds like some crazy rant, but whenever I see someone spouting off about how sad or shitty their life is, it reminds me of how pathetic and ignorant and stupid I used to be and my vision literally tunnels as a blindingly white-hot rage courses through me. I know now that you CAN change your situation. You wanna let some anger out? Get a punching bag and beat the shit out of it! Fucking go to a gym and release the pent-up frustration lifting weight or something. Maybe go jogging until your feet bleed. Just do something! The fact that you are supposedly staying out near a forest hoping to find some poor animal that would be strong enough to kill you is just sad and weak. What did they do to you? I hope for your sake and the sake of those around you, that you either stop and take a long, introspective look at yourself and realize how childish you're behaving OR someone finds you and commits you to a psych ward until you learn that killing animals to vent anger is not healthy.
Wow, I even had trouble writing that because I felt like I wanted to put my fist through my monitor. I think I'm going to go have a cookie or something and watch some How It's Made episodes on Hulu or something.
504615
Then write a story about how much life sucks and kill Celestia.
506489 as you put it man the fuck up I do that every day to preserve my life okay manning the fuck up isn't turning your life around at least not for me these bullies most of them used to be my friends which makes it so much worse and now it is not my choice it is fates if fate wants the coyetes to kill me I die if fate wants me to live I get coyete stew and the killing animals injurying something brings satisfactionto me punching a punching bag ain't gonna do it it ain't gonna do it even after my hands start to bleed and spite is a wonderful emotion most see it dark and evil that's because it is but it helps me I've taken wooden swords made wood spears I've tried to find hobbies the only hobbies that help are ones I'm not aloud to do video games help me my family doesn't care they know about this they send me to councilars who use the fake speeches of oh I understand I can help you they piss me off I have always known if people actually cared about me it has been a sixth sense most of my life it leads me to the few people that are willing to be my friend that's when I pay less attention to their feelings towards me eventually they decide its not worth being around me its better to be popular oh and you can call me phycotic all you want I already know this I have split personalities I've had different ones all my life their my personality focused in different areas I have serious spite issues I will not murder sentients without reason understand that but if someone tries to hurt me physically that I'm able to stand up to I will even if I have to kill them
507549
All future responses from me will be via Private Message from now on concerning this issue. I don't want to shit up this guys stories with my crazy ranting comments.
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504742
........this is bringing up my attempts off myself because of family crap and social idiocy, im 16 and i've already tried 3 times in 3 yrs. It got to point that its nearly impossible to feel any care for life in general, for example if someone got their head blown off in front of me id hardly care if i didn't like them. Although at same time id have no qualms about ending someone if they try to make my life any more troublesome........if your really set on this then theres not much i can say otherwise, you do what you gotta do , atleast you get peace in death..............man ..these comments are a mood killer.....sigh-........
Not sayin more cuz i don't want to drag this any farther for sake of others.....
508770 you do realize this is probably just gonna become a survival test I'm gonna come out laughing with a coyete or two to eat so yeah I don't foresee dying unless some paranormal shit decides to act up
509027
yea i k, i was mostly speaking from my side of the issue, in all honesty id rather leave it up to survival as well........, what better way to push yourself to the limits in a way...........
509027 and 509443
Can we please drop this? I just wanted to write a story for y'all and I'm tired of all this suicide talk. Just saying.
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509467
srry i was tryin to not say alot to avoid draggin it too far......story IS good just went off on person things,etc....so yea my bad
509467 oh what suicide AI said nothing of suicide only wanting to die this isw my test of whether i am supposed to die and if I come out alive I shall man the fuck up as some put it so yeah arrividerci
509027WHAT YOU HAVE TO LIVE FOR?
Ponies.
504586 the scythe is one of the most epic weapons ever?
my good sir! have you ever even seen a chainsword before?
or for that matter a dreadnought?
504785 you 13 threatening suicide typical
Cool, I got view #1,234
Looking forward to more.
This is what happens when you live a very pist off man a gun so yeah best story I read in days that man can run laughing so hard