Fan Fiction in progress...

[Argumedies 1,748]

Okay, Last month (January) EQD was doing this little contest  called "The more most dangerous game writing contest" and asked fans to take a well known concept/prompts of fan works and "re-create" it in a unique way.

 

the prompts were 

 

Cupcakes

MLDashie

Past Sins

Anthropology

and of course

FO:E

 

I chose FO:E

 

Why when I hate FO:E so much. well I loved the concept... just not the story

 

that however no longer matters, I did not finish on time

 

BUT, I still have my piece if work, (thats still in progress) and when its finished I would still like to submit this as a regular story, But I need INPUT *please*

 

So. I give you the beginning of my story for your scrutiny, (warning could be considered mature but nothing graphic or unfit for this websight)

 

My Little Pony: Skyfire

Prologue

Genesis Echo

 

“Almost there.” Highlight told himself then took another steady step on the thin rope stretched across the old buildings.

 

He breathed deeply, calmed his nerves, and relaxed his muscles remembering the words of his old teacher. “Clear your mind, Balance is life. Front hoof left, back hoof right.”

 

With only the slightest of eye movements, Highlight peered through the glassless window in front of him, then down at the jagged steel beams and broken chunks of concrete far below.

 

“Of course, my teacher never would have found himself about thirty stories above a broken wreck of a city. To fall from this height would definitely give you free passage on the last train to Canterlot. At least there’s no wind.”

 

Highlight grinned and continued forward. “No backing out of this now, Just a few more steps, aaaannnnd… done.”

 

 Highlight stepped off the rope and into the soot covered room, turned and looked back at his friend Snicker across the gap who had helped him set up this little venture. For a little brown earth pony, he was a white as a sheet of paper. Although he was usually a fun loving little pony, he never really cared for adventure like Highlight. “You can let your breath out now, I made it.” Snicker was his best friend and Highlight had known him since they were colts but they were polar opposites when it came to stuff like this and frankly Highlight was amazed he actually came up here today.

 

Highlight leaned out the opening peering down at the broken walls below, he could feel the building shifting and swaying slightly underneath his weight; unlike ‘other’ earth ponies, Highlight never was afraid of heights, and his mother used to tease him about being part Pegasus… just without the wings. And since there were, no more Pegasi left in all of Equestria, he often wondered what it was like to fly as free as a bird. Unfortunately, for a sky blue earth pony with blond mane and tail, it felt more like a bird with its wings clipped. And in these desolate landscapes of Teraquestria, a flightless bird meant you were ‘easy prey’.

 

 Highlight smiled, reached around, and tightened the belt around his flank. “Thankfully surviving youth taught me how to get in and out of places most ponies couldn’t.” For the longest time, other earthbound pony scavengers have been trying to get up here but the stairwells and elevator shafts had collapsed, and no one had the skills it took to walk a tight rope from the rooftop of the building next door. All of which left him with about five or six floors of un-molested stockpiles of pre-war goodness.

 

 

It was a rather tedious task to set up the fifty-foot line but a well-placed shot with an arrow and pulley along with a flick of the rope and the hook grabbed onto the ledge of the broken window frame. The real tricky part was in getting the rope taught enough to walk on. A risky move and it cost a lot of Knack, to have the crank built, but Highlight figured the payoff would worth it in the end.

 

 

The building Highlight now found himself in was a replica to that of Equine Empire building that stood long ago as one of the tallest structures in Manehatten, only this one, was said to have once belonged to one of Teraquestria’s biggest industrialists of the prewar era, The Flim Flam Corporation. So naturally, no pony knew if that meant that this was an office building, or apartments for well to do unicorns because they had their hooves into just about everything. But what they really were ‘best known for’, was their arms and weapons dealings in their later years and the best rumors were that there was a large cache of weapons as they barricaded themselves up in the days leading up to the holocaust.  Of course, it didn’t mattered anymore; the only real fact that remained was whatever was in here, he would be the first one to see it in a long time.

 

 Highlight twisted his neck and pulled forth the pistol from its holster by the bit trigger. There was a huge hole in the front corner of the building where birds took roost for the night but Highlight figured they shouldn’t be a problem walking among them. But just because you didn’t expect danger does not mean that’s it’s not there and only a fool walked into a place like this un-prepared.

 

 

The weapon was an F&F earth pony designed model 6 that fired a twenty-two caliber round from a bottom-loaded spring fed magazine. When you held the weapon by the bit-trigger plate in your mouth the weapon would rest upon the side of your face and you could look down the sights. A piss poor design if you had to do something other than hold on to it but it was well balanced and accurate.

 

The room was about ten foot by twelve with three desks covered in ash and old burned and blackened monitors giving credit to the office building theory. The walls were much the same throughout; blackened by the smoke but relatively undamaged. The whole place looked as if the fireball that blasted across the city swept through here so fast that it really didn’t have much time to catch things on fire as it did far below. And when the stairwell collapsed and subsequent floors collapsed, it put those flames out before the fires could reach the top floors leaving only a skeletal frame to support everything. Up above. “Of course being one of the few building in the lee of blast wave must have helped it and those behind it to survive semi intact unlike most of the city proper.”

 

“Grey, grey, grey, I hate grey” Highlight thought to himself as he walked over and pulled open his first drawer. “Hmm,” he frowned as he found it empty then pushed it closed again. Another held the charred remains of files, pencils, pens and other remnants of standard off equipment, or few blackened pictures of long dead ponies, but nothing of value. What the magic fires didn’t consume, the subsequent years of chemical rains and long winters finished off, all of it junk inside one gigantic rusted and burned out mausoleum.

 

Highlight made his way through several room with just as much luck. At the end of a short hallway, he found himself at the bottom of a short circular stairwell. As he approached, the building shifted slightly and he felt a breeze flow through the open windows bringing with it the smell of moistened salt. “Better make this quick, feels like a storm front moving in.”

At the top, he discovered that the building opened up into a larger office area with about a dozen or so small desk areas separated by individual spacers. In the northwestern corner of a large section of wall where the ceiling had collapsed was the huge gap open to the sky. He was right about the birds; there were Gull Wing nests everywhere and the birds screeched and cried as they flew about at the sudden intrusion of their aviary.  Highlight started to walk towards the opening but he could feel the building sag in its direction and with the floor covered in a hundred years of greasy bird droppings he decided against it. “Anything more than a feather’s weight and you’ll go sailing out into the open, quite possibly with the rest of the building right behind you.”

 

Along the back wall, he spied a single desk that sat in front of a single door and made his way over too it past the skeletal remains of an old machine that was nearly as large as he was. At one corner of the desk was blackened pole stuck in a large flowerpot. He thought it was a plant at first but it didn’t look like any tree he had ever seen before. This one didn’t wither or burn like a normal tree, this one looked like it was… well, melted.

 

“Strange,” Highlight thought but shrugged it off and rummaged through the drawers.

 

 

“Nothing.”

 

He slammed the drawer closed “Ahhh, worthless garbage.” This was going to be a complete bust. The building rocked again as the gust of wind grew; he knew he was running out of time. “Well, one last chance.”

 

Highlight walked over the door and studied it for a moment. Unlike most standard doorways, this door was made from heavy thick metal. And with its elaborate locking system, Highlight figured that the door was some kind of security measure similar to those you found in a bank vaults.

 

The good news was that it was already open; whomever went through it last didn’t quite close it all the way leaving a small gap. The bad news was that because of that fact, the stuff inside had been exposed and was probably just as destroyed as the rest of the building interior.

 

“We'll, all or nothing.” Highlight holstered his pistol on his forehoof then grunted and pushed on the security door as the rusted hinges creaked and moaned under pressure. It was a battle but Highlight put his weight into it and jimmied his way into the room.

 

 

Inside was a huge elaborate office that took up nearly as much space as the front room had and in its center was a large single desk. Highlight let out a short whistle, to his unexpected fortune, this room had survived the ravages of time. There were large red curtains drawn over the windows bathing the room in an eerie red glow and with the lack of any of the wind, he suspected that these windows were still intact. Had the door been closed, the room probably would have looked exactly like it had prior to that ill-fated day.

 

He walked over to the windows and snagged the pull rope for the curtains in his teeth allowing some light into the place. He was correct; the glass was indeed intact. He tapped a hoof on it, it reverberated almost no noise. “Really thick glass.” He sighed and took a moment to survey the cityscape form his new vantage point. From up here you could see everything

 He often wondered what it was really like back in the days where millions of ponies once thrived. “Friends, families...  all wiped away like raindrops in the summer sun. Did they even know?” His eyes narrowed as his stray thoughts gathered in his mind. From here he could see from one side of the city clear across to the other. “Why? Why did this happen?”

 

 “Manehatten; Over one hundred years ago in a cataclysmic rain of magical fire, the once proud pony city had turned into ash in the blink of an eye. Structures of steel, iron, and glass that once towered into the skies lay gutted, shattered, and silent upon the ground. Their skeletal remains twisted and distorted, stand frozen in eternal tragic agony. Its inhabitants, nothing more than fragmented memories, shadowed upon broken concrete walls. Their stories, which once filled this city with hopes and dreams, ripped from the pages of time, and cast into the oblivion of history. It was the end of the world… the end of ‘our’ world, doomsday. The day of Skyfire.

 

Canterlot, Filly Delphia, Las Pegasus, Cloudsdale, and everything in between, wiped off the face of the world in a bid for power that tore us apart. And in the following years, our world paid us back with Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Floods, Fires, hard chemical rains, and long irradiated winters. The full fury and wrath of nature and chaos itself set free to punish us for our deeds.

  

In the wake of Equestria’s fallout, the rule of law became obsolete; the etiquette of civilization eradicated. The Magic and Harmony that we as United Equines built, was forever shattered, as our world became survival of the fittest. And for those who struggle in these new and horrid wasted lands of death, it meant by any means necessary.

 

 

The survivors renamed the land Teraquestria and control the lands went to those sought its rule. Those individuals who acquired those communities created local governance and took the titles of Mayors. And with the Sentry guards at their sides, they ruled over their villages with iron hooves.

 

Outside of inhabited zones, Roamers, Slavers, Ravagers, Cold-blooded killers, and the mutated abominations ‘The Carni-Hunters’ that arose from the ashes, plagued over every corner of Teraquestria, hunting, killing, and even eating those who were not strong enough for the cruelty of what we had become. Equines, Domestics and other species that had survived the holocaust, fanned out across the lands in search of scraps of civilization but in the end, you were one of two things; you were either predator, or you were prey. The Beast had marked us and changed us forever.

 

 

Father had named it, ‘The Beast,’ because to him ‘Change,’ was like a giant cosmic Carni-Hunter that was forever hungry. Feeding off our fears, flaws, and faults, driving us mad and breeding treachery, despair, and hate until even memories, lay twisted, altered, and reshaped, scattered upon the winds, drifting into nothing more than piles of ash, hidden deep in lies and deceptions. He often said that The Beast was, eternal, immortal, without dimension, boundaries, or borders. The ideal killing machine.

 

 But I have also found that this was not as true as he thought. Because the irony of change is that, its greatest strength is also its greatest weakness. For change by its very nature is imperfect. With every step The Beast takes, it sets in motion events, upon which play out the truth of it’s of its own inconsistencies, for as it swings its mighty celestial pendulum, it clears a pathway through which change can only go one way… forward.”

 

Highlight turned away from the window and walked around the back of the desk to move the large office chair, but as he spun, the chair around he paused at the sight of the room’s sole occupant. Within the chair lie, the gooey skeletal, remains of a mummified pony folded and crumpled upon the seat.

 

It wasn’t death that nerved him, everypony has to deal with death all the time, couldn’t be avoided, it was more the fact that one doesn’t see the remains of the old ones too often, at least not in this good of condition. The body was that of a small stallion unicorn and it was still wearing its business suit with what looked to be a big red bow tie. “Whomever it was, sure liked red.”

 

Highlight closed his eyes twisted the chair to face the other way then started rummaging through the desk. “If I can’t see a body, then it’s not tomb robbing. Well, what Chardonnay doesn’t know…” Highlight quickly tossed that thought aside, he didn’t want to think about her at the moment because lately she had been giving him a lot of flak over his ‘hobbies’, and deep down inside he knew that this would be the place that could turn their lives around for the better. He loved her with all his heart but the thought of them living in this ‘Pit of Tartarus’ just hurt and to raise Johnathan in it was more than he could stand. “No, there has to be a better place, even if I have to make it myself.”

 

 

Concentrating back at his task this desk had more within it, but again, most of it was just your standard paperwork. They looked to be mostly reports about some tonic water sales or something. Well paper may not be worth much but any kind of reading material was valued anymore, even worthless things like this. And when they’re done reading them, they can be useful in other ways. “And while it may not be interesting, I know Johnathan could use some more reading practice.”

He quickly rolled a few sheets inside one of his small saddlebags and opened the center drawer. Inside was an old picture frame and highlight pulled it out dumping nearly a half-inch of dust off it. It was an old picture of two young off white stallion unicorns with stripy red and white manes and one wrinkly old green earth pony mare and one not so bad looking blond, orange earth pony mare with a hat.

 

“Probable some family photo but it might be worth a few Knacks.” He set it to the side and started digging again “Besides, I prefer Unicorns.”

 

 

In the years following Skyfire, ponies started searching out for all those little knick-knack trinkets that reminded them of their past then as traders and merchants noticed this, they shortened the phrase to just ‘Knack’ and eventually the term came to describe anything of value. Of course, some things were more valuable than others were but then, it all depends on who’s doing the buying. It had taken him many years of trial and mostly error but Highlight figured that he had the knack for finding ‘Knack’.

    

Frustrated Highlight pulled open the center drawer and let it fall to the floor spilling its contents onto the floor. He pawed through the rubbish and smiled. A key.

 

“Alright, now were getting somewhere.” Keys meant that something was ‘locked up’, and something ‘locked up’, meant it was valuable.

 

 

“You know,” Highlight, said looking over at the back of the chair where the corpse lay, “My father once told me that ‘locks’ were only meant for honest ponies. Not that I’m dishonest, I would never steel from someone alive, but in cases like these, some ‘treasures’ need to be… rediscovered, from their vaults. Think of it as your generous contribution to the wellbeing of those in need. And right now, my family is in need of some wellbeing.”

 

“Now where would that vault be,” he pondered, and then walked over to one of the pictures that hung from the walls and examined it. It was a large picture, painted from the perspective of some pony on a rooftop over what looked like old Manehatten, but it was about some big event or celebration. In the distance, you could see a stage and in its center was an object that he guessed was about five or six foot tall with an oval centerpiece and all kinds of things hanging from it, but what exactly it was, was any ponies guess. In the background there were several others just like it, only these were not lit or decorated but all the ponies in the picture seemed to be excited for whatever it was about to do. There were six ponies standing in front of the object facing it, but because they were so far away, there were no real details on them. However, they were painted the colors of Blue, Yellow, Pink, White, Purple, and Orange. The Orange pony might have a hat on but Highlight couldn’t tell. “Wonder if it’s the same one in that other picture?”

 

Highlight shrugged and lifted it off its hanger “Bingo.” There was a safe behind it. “So obvious.” It was about a medium size vault with a levered latch and looked well preserved. Good thing I found the key or else the only way into it was in using high explosives and I doubt the building would ‘stand’ for that,” he smirked and then inserted the key into place. “You know, whomever thought of putting ‘Safes’ behind pictures didn’t really think things through,” he said continuing his conversation with the mummy pony. “This was the first place that most ponies would have looked, and for ponies such as I, your Safes aren’t all that… safe.” He chuckled as he worked the key. He put a hoof on the latch, then Highlights eyes wide as the door swung open reveling its contents within.

 

Inside were more papers.

 

“Confound these old ponies.”

 

Frustrated, He sat on his haunches started pulling everything out of the vault and dumping it on the floor.

 

“Ahhh. Useless!”

 

He paused a moment when he pulled forth a large well bound leather folder and studied the front cover. It had an ornately carved symbol on it but not one he recognized. “Well… more reading material. I might at least get a little something for the cover.” He got up and walked over to the desk, placed the folder down and opened it.   

“By the Forth Princess!”

 

Highlight couldn’t believe his eyes, it was the mother of all Jackpots combined with the fortunes of the royal sisters in one neat little package “I knew it! I knew it I knew it!” he shouted over and over skipping around the room but had to pause his little dance of joy as the building started to quiver and sway with the extra movement. A moment later the building stopped shaking and highlight stepped over and carefully repackaged the folder when suddenly and rather violently the building shook once again and gunfire echoed through the doorway, “Snicker!”

 

Highlight placed the leather bound folder into his saddlebag then upholstered his pistol Snicker wasn’t much for guns but he would fire a single round should there be any trouble. “Well, guess he found some.” As Highlight stepped into the doorway, another big thump rocked the building. Now he could hear the Gull Wings as they cried and screeched even louder than before. “Black skies, what is going on out there?” The building shook so hard that Highlight lost his balance for a second and put a hoof on the doorframe to keep from falling over.

 

And then he saw it as the claw that gripped the edge of the opening and its long sharp talons sunk into the softened walls. Then as one of the Gull Wings flew in too close in its complaint to the intruder that hung there, Highlight watched as the enormous creature snapped its huge beak around the bird cutting it clean in two.

 

“A Schreaker! But How? They don’t normally come into inhabited territories. It must have heard the Gulls cries carried on the winds and came here looking for a meal.”

 

A Schreaker he surmised, were once the Gryphons of old Equestria but because of  mutated effects of Skyfire they had changed as well, reverting them back to a more ‘primal level’. Next to dragons, they were one of the top Carni-hunters in all of Teraquestria. This one was huge, with a wingspan that toped a good ten or twelve feet wide and a body that was ripping with muscles, he was nearly three times the size of Highlight. It had a head of curly black feathers while its body was covered in a striped black brown and grey fur coat. Around its neck was the only non-colored area with a thin ring of white feathers that continued down his breast, making him look like he was wearing a white scarf.

 

 

“I hope Snicker’s okay. I highly doubt this Schreaker would be satisfied with just one of us. I have to get back to the rope; this trip is over. And I’m not going to get a better opportunity while it’s distracted by the birds.”

 

The building rocked back and forth with the weight and movements of the Schreaker attached to the wall outside and it was everything Highlight had to keep both his balance and an eye on the Schreaker The building swayed so much that even the desks and other objects started moving and sliding around in the bird grease. Highlight slowly made his way to the stairwell trying not to draw attention to his self. Although he had his pistol in his teeth, the caliber was entirely too small for any real defense against this monster. No, he had to get clean away and if he could just make to the bottom of the stairs…

 

As the Schreaker shifted it weight, it pulled itself into the room. All the birds had flown off but had left it many eggs in the nests to feed on… and one nice plump juicy pony.

 

 

At the edge of the stairwell, Highlight stood rock still; it hadn’t noticed him yet. Schreaker’s had amazing eyesight but only if you moved. He watched as Schreaker bound from nest to nest gobbling up every egg and chick it found, the building swaying with each leap and landing and Highlight could hear bits and pieces of building falling from the floors below. “This place won’t take much more of this.”

 

 

Beads of sweat began to fall from Highlight mane, he closed his eyes, and breathed deeply “Balance is life” he kept telling himself while trying to roll with the swaying. The Schreaker kept getting closer and he knew he would have to make a break for it soon; Timing was everything.

 

 

As the Schreaker moved around, the building shifted hard with the loud clang as metal structure beams began to bend and break, one of the office false walls fell over, and Highlight had to roll out of the way to keep from being pinned underneath. “Times up.”

 

An eternity stretched out between the moments as the Schreaker saw his next meal and lunged for the pony, talons ripping into tops of desks as they slid on the slimy surface of the floor making the Schreaker fall short of its intended victim. Highlight reacted quickly as honed acrobatic reflexes kicked in and he stood on his hind legs at the last second and the only thing the Schreaker’s beak skewered was floorboards. “Opportunity,” Highlight didn’t waste no time in his second move leveling the pistol directly into the right eye of the Schreaker and bit down on the trigger.

 

Highlight got two rounds off into the creature but they were not killing shots like those that he had hoped for but he did successfully blind it on one side… and made it very angry.

 

As Highlight fell forward back onto all fours, he shifted his weight allowing him a step in to a downward power kick with his left forehoof into what was left of the eye socket. But as he leaned into it, the building rocked violently and Highlight, sliding on the sodden floor, missed.

 

The Schreaker however now had one set of talons firmly gripping onto the floor now and in a half-blinded rage, the Schreaker swept out with its other talon and back pawed Highlight catching him in the ribs causing him to lose both his breath and pistol, sending him skidding across the floor into a cubical.

 

The Schreaker squawked in pain but turned his head and found its quarry and digging its talons into the floor it, spread its wings and leapt. Highlight still catching his breath, managed to roll out from another strike of its powerful beak. With the floor not as greasy in this corner, Highlight managed to get on all fours but if he couldn’t get out of the cubical, he was done for.

 

Highlight turned and jumped onto the desk and started to go over the false wall when the building shuttered and pieces of the ceiling and walls crumbled in knocking him down once again within reach of the Schreaker then the building started to slump on one side away from the stairwell.

 

Highlight lay on the floor under the Schreaker who had all four talons buried into the floor managed to put a hoof onto another wall and the building leaned heavily to one side “Black skies, if this thing doesn’t kill me, this building surely will.”

 

The Schreaker saw his opportunity of the helpless pony under him, opened its beak and let out a triumphant squawk. But as the building slowly crumpled to one side, free moving office furnishing hit the Schreaker on its blinded side ripping it free of its moorings and sent it falling out the hole in the wall. Then as the building continued to lean, the false wall that Highlight had his hoof on began to slide, and with nothing to grab onto, belly slid his way face first for the big hole in the wall.

 

“Whoaahhhhhhh shhhaaahhhhh!”

 

More parts of the building underneath started to collapse allowing the teeter tauter weight to shift in the opposite direction reversing the lean of the falling top structure ramping the hole just as Highlight rocketed gut slid off the end and fell.

Highlight plummeted free fall off the high rise at a high rate of speed “This was it. End of the line,” he thought… then he saw something under him, big, black, and flying upwards at him. Then, Highlight had an idea, “A slim chance is better than no chance at all.”

 

His reflexes kicked in and although there was nothing to push on, he was able to twist his body in a slightly different angle to the oncoming Schreaker and as they collided in midair and Highlight landed on the Schreaker back instead of it awaiting talons and grappled it with all four hooves as best he could.

 

The confused Schreaker with the now mounted pony on its backside, screaked, twisted its self around, and dove for the ground but Highlight sank his teeth into the feathers of the white ring on its neck and held on.

 

The wind howled and lightning started to flash as Schreaker ducked, rolled, and darted in around the building and debris trying to shake its rider but with every move the Schreaker made Highlight shifted his weight enough to keep it off balance. But the real question Highlight knew was ‘who was going to wear out first? If he couldn’t figure out a way to get away from this thing, he knew he was a dead pony and Chardonnay would never forgive him for that. “No, I can’t die yet”

 

The Schreaker started to head for the ground but without immediate cover he was just as dead so Highlight yanked back on the feathered neck of the beast and caused it to climb higher into the air. The Schreaker circled around the buildings and for the first time Highlight could see just how bad the one building was. The outer structures had completely fallen so now the whole thing was teetering on the verge of one stilt center support like a ball on the head of a pin. The only thing that was keeping it up had to be the rope they used but he knew that, that wouldn’t stop it if it decided to fall.

 

Going back there would be impossible so Highlight tried to maneuver the brute back to the building where Snicker should be. From there into the building where they could hole up until the Schreaker lost interest, and then make an escape through the lower levels.

 

But suddenly the Schreaker stopped in mid-flight and hovered for a second and Highlight confused, by this abrupt change of plans didn’t react fast enough as one of the fore-talons reached up and grabbed him by his right forehoof sinking those dagger like claws deep into his flesh.

Highlight screamed in agony letting go of his grip and allowing the Schreaker the time it needed to yank Highlight off his back and flipped him in the air sending the body of the helpless pony crashing down onto the roof of the building.

Highlight, fearing that he was finally at the end of his rope, couldn’t move.

 

 

“Get up, damn it!”

 

He screamed at himself inside, he hurt, his hoof bled, his breath short, ribs broken.

 

“You have to get up.”

 

Highlight turned his head, the Schreaker just stood there hovering about twenty foot above him talons extended for the kill. “What in Teraquestria was it waiting for?”

 

Highlight let out a small laugh “Probably not often does its prey fight back. I hurt it and then had it bring me back here; the ultimate insult to injury. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that it was enjoying the moment.”

 

 

As the rain, started pouring down Highlight gathered what strength he had left and climbed onto all four hooves “Well then, I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of killing a broken old pony who just gave in.” At that moment, Highlight realized where he was. They were not on the roof where Snicker was hiding but on the F&F building. He could feel the precarious and perilous way the building was shifting. There was no place to run, no place to hide except for maybe…

 

 He glared up at the one eyed Schreaker mentally daring him to attack, then, closed his eyes and breathed in as best he could “Balance is life.” Highlight, opened his eyes, “Times up.”

 

 

Lightning flashed across the sky signaling for the chase to begin. As the Schreaker dove for its victim, Highlight turned, ran, and slid at the edge of the wall. As he fell from the building, he snagged a broken steel cable that hung halfway off the building in his teeth, then swung his body down and back inside the office aviary. The building started to lean.

 

 

The Schreaker missed by inches, flew out, and circled around and straight into the opening once again but Highlight was waiting for him with the melted tree in mouth. It was shear agony but Highlight spun around the heavy potted end wielding it like a mace and breaking the ceramic pot into the left side of the Schreaker’s head. The building swayed.

 

 

Highlight dropped the club, turned, and without looking back ran for the stairwell. The Schreaker followed as the pony leapt down the flight of stairs. Just as Highlight thought, The Schreaker was too big for the hallway but he was also too far, too pissed off, not to follow. The ball was rolling.

 

 

   The building trembled violently as the Schreaker forced its way into the narrow halls, Highlight could see the open window and the vast amount of tension of the ropes as they started to snap. Highlight ran and ignored everything, the pain, the monster, the building. Everything but…

 

“Mother always compared me to a Pegasus, just without the wings. I sure wish I had those wings right now.”

I do plan to post in my FIM fiction page but not till is complete. what you see here is just the opening

until then I would like to know if this even sounds interesting Edited February 10, 2015 by Argumedies