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>You never did care much about others.
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>You had the usual family upbringing, childhood, relationships.
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>Somewhere, somehow, it all started slipping.
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>Slowly slipping until one day, it all fell apart.
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>Broken into so many pieces, it was hard to put back together again.
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>You slipped away from work, unable to face others around you.
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>You stopped caring about your room.
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>You started drinking, heavily.
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>Whatever that would help dull your mind each and every night.
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>But one night it was different.
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>You went out, bottle in hand to walk around the neighbourhood.
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>Too many unanswered messages.
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>Too many missed calls.
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>You needed to get away from it all.
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>As you wandered the dirty alleyways, your eyes caught sight of a van with its backdoors opened.
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>There was a crowd gathered there.
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>But it wasn't just your usual crowd.
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>It was full of trash, just like you.
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>You wandered over to see what the commotion was about.
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>"Look at that one, doesn't look too healthy."
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>"C'mon, it's worth nothing at this rate."
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>"What are you saying?"
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>"This is the last one."
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>Edging through the crowd, you spot it.
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>A brown pony.
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>It's coat was matted, covered in mud and filth.
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>It wasn't even standing, instead it looked like it was holding onto its foreleg.
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>Wait, that's not it.
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>You notice that it's scrunching up a dirty torn up hat.
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>You stupid animal.
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>You're ruining the hat you know.
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>It was pitiful.
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>You turn to leave.
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>Looking around you, you see it in many eyes.
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>The eyes you fear.
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>Contempt, arrogance.
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>Even lust.
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>These people are sick.
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>You shove your hands into your pockets.
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>You feel the cold hard steel in your hand.
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>Grinning, you know you're about to do something stupid.
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>You break through the crowd and straight up to the auctioneer.
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>"Hey man, get back and give me some space alright?"
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"Not happening."
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>"Hey listen-"
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>You swing an arm over his should and with the gun inside your pocket you press it up against his back.
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>"H-hey, let's not do anything stupid."
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"Same could be said about you."
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>He started to struggle.
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>"You're gonna get into trouble, you wanna go to jail?"
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"Like I said, same thing could happen to you."
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>You press your gun deeper into his side.
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"Or worse…"
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>The crowd was beginning to get restless and started shouting.
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"Say it, give it to me."
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>"N-no man, y-you can't do this."
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"No, you do."
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>The sweating auctioneer stopped struggling against you and looked at you.
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>"Alright! The pony is taken!"
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>Like a deflated balloon, the energy in the crowd dissipates.
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>There were several jeers before people started leaving.
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>You release the auctioneer, who rubs his sore side.
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>You've gotta act fast.
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>You look down the still pony, figuring out how to carry it back.
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>There's a collar and chain held by the auctioneer.
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>You yank it off him, and pull it like you would with a dog.
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>Instead, the pony is just pulled forward, scrapping the rough floor of the van.
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>You pull harder, this time the force is enough to pull the pony out back of the van and falling to the floor.
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>It hits the floor, lifelessly, before the brown bundle curls into a ball and starts shivering.
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>Shit.
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>You didn't mean to do that.
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>Did you hurt it?
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>You decide the next best thing to do is to quickly move it away.
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>Crouching down over it, you scoop your arm over and under it.
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>The pony doesn't move or resist, only clutching to that mangy hat with what life it has left.
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>You keep walking forward, past the van and further down the alleyway.
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>No way were you gonna head straight back to your place.
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>Not after the stupid thing you just pulled.
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>"Two wrongs don't make a right", right?
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>You begin to pick up the pace and head towards the abandoned docks.
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>There's a place there you used to go on your night outs when it was warmer.
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>You'd stay there too at nights, just when you think things were too unbearable.
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>Rounding corner after corner, you hear the slow running of water.
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>You find the fences that surround the docks and sneak in through your old cuttings.
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>There's a tunnel at the end of the docks, a place you've got some stuff.
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>You duck and enter into the darkness, stepping over cardboard and other junk.
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>You feel around for the cheap lamp you left around, and light it up.
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>The light glows a brightly, making the place look warmer than it really is.
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>You kneel down and place the pony onto the cardboard and take a better look at it.
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>It's a mare.
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>That would explain the lust in their eyes you saw earlier.
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>It was filthy, who would want to do something like that to it?
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>You held a hand over her nose, it was still breathing.
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>Moving up, you placed your hand over her head.
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>That wasn't right.
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>You moved your hand up against her torso and felt her temperature again.
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"Cold."
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>This wasn't good.
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>You didn't want to take her away from those others, only to die in a dark, abandoned place like this.
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>You look around your den and put together a steel kettle, bucket and gas cooker.
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"Stay here."
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>You quickly head back out of the tunnel with the bucket and fill it up with water from an old tap.
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>Back inside, you light the gas cooker and heat the water inside the kettle.
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>The pony stirs at the sound and light.
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>Once the water is hot enough, you some of it back out into the bucket, before putting it back on the gas cooker.
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>With what rags you could find, you rinse it through the bucket of hot water and start applying it onto the pony.
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"Sorry but this'll have to do."
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>The pony flinches and starts squirming against the heat.
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"Hey, hey stop it. It's alright."
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>You place another hand on top of her to stop her from moving around so much.
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>Soon enough, she relaxes from the warmth coming in through the rags.
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>The rag is filthy, it looks like her actual coat is orange.
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>You carry on the rinsing the rags in the bucket of hot water and wiping clean the little pony.
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>All you're left with is a bucket full of cold murky water and filthy rags.
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>The pony has regained some of its initial colours.
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>More importantly, she looks more alive.
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>You wrap a heavy rug around her and prop her upright away from the floor.
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>With what's left of the boiling water, you pour two hot mugs with some cheap instant chocolate.
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>You think back to the news, of how numerous, rainbow coloured ponies started appearing out of a portal.
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>It seemed so strange, so unrealistic.
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>But here you are, with one right in front of you.
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>You turn around and notice a pair of emerald green eyes staring at you.
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>Maybe it was dark, or perhaps it was the lighting coming off the cooker.
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>Her eyes were bright, but they looked dull, lifeless.
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>But she was looking at you.
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"Here."
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>You hold out a mug, half filled with some hot chocolate.
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>She doesn't move.
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"I said here. Take it."
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>You thought maybe she was deaf or dumb at first, but then she slowly moved.
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>Two worn hooves pull out from underneath the rugs and hold onto the mug.
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"Drink it."
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>She's hesitant at first, smelling the brew before lowering the mug.
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"I said drink it."
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>You stare at her.
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>This causes her to flinch, before she brings the mug up to her mouth and takes a sip.
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>Just what had happened to her?
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>She pauses, before greedily gulping it down.
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"Whoa easy, don't burn yourself on it."
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>She tips the entire mug down her mouth, before placing the mug back down in front of her.
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>Suddenly she starts coughing, almost retching.
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"Shit, what's wrong with you?"
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>You step over and wrap an arm over her shoulders and start rubbing her back.
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>You can tell that she's frightened of you by the look in her eyes.
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>Those bright wide green eyes.
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>She continues coughing, eventually emptying her stomach in front of her.
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>You carry on holding onto her, stroking her back until she calms down.
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>She tries to speak.
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>"Pu… puhlease…"
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>She's in a really bad shape.
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>She can't stay here.
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>You'll have to take her back to your apartment.
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"It's alright, I'm, I'm not going to hurt you."
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>You try your best to smile.
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>A fake smile, one you've practiced many times before.
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>But you're greeted by something completely alien.
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>She faintly smiles.
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>"Th-thank you."
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>
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>You're outside and stumbling through the streets again.
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>Easy now, otherwise your cover might get blown.
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>You shift the bundle on your back into a more comfortable position.
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>But it doesn't help.
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>For something so small, she's heavier than a dog.
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>A cold breeze blows past you.
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>It chills you, forcing you to momentarily stop.
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"Dammit."
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>You wrapped your jacket around the pony you were piggybacking.
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>Maybe you could've carried her on your front.
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>It's too late now.
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>You just hope to hell no one notices you.
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>You hear a car just turning around the corner.
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>You duck behind some dumpsters and watch the car lights go by.
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>And you wait.
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>It's late now.
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>There's hardly anyone on the streets.
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>All the more reason for you to not get careless.
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>Who knows what other scum is hiding around the next corner.
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>You hear her moving her head and moaning.
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"Hang in there, we'll be home soon."
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>Home.
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>That's what other people would call it.
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>But if it were up to you, you wouldn't even call it a home.
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>You step out of the corner and begin shuffling back to your apartment.
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>There are newspapers, empty fast food cartons strewn about.
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>It stinks.
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>She stinks.
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>But at least it should cover up the smell.
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>There's a noise behind you and you freeze.
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>"H-hey man, you got any spare change?"
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>You turn around and see what you thought was yourself.
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>His face is rough and filthy.
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>His beard is long and bushy.
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>His clothes are mismatched, jeans are too large, dirt all over the place.
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"I ain't got no money."
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>"S-sure you do, y-you got that horsey there right?"
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>Shit.
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"What the fuck you talking about?"
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>You face him full on.
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>"H-hey e-easy man. I just want some change."
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"Get lost."
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>"Don't you have any food at least? I haven't eaten in so-"
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"I don't care."
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>The man looks at you with those eyes.
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"Get lost."
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>He turns and stumbles away.
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>Once he's gone around the corner, you don't see him again.
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>You relax a little and carry on down back alleyway.
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>The sight of corrugated iron comes into view.
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>It's covered in patches of rust.
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>The windows are cracked and fogged over with mould and other stains.
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>You're at the foot of the iron staircase.
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>You think back to that man earlier on.
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>Yeah, you haven't eaten in a while too.
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>You take a step.
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>The iron staircase creaks and vibrates all over.
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>You would sure like to eat, but you can't afford to.
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>You take another step.
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>And now you've got this pony.
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>You're nearly at the top.
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>Your forehead is sweating.
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>So is your back.
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>But at least it's warm for her.
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>You reach the top and drop the pony down by the doorway.
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>Fishing out your keys you open up the battered door.
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>A dark, cold hallway presents itself to you.
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>You hear shuffling besides you,.
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>It seems like she's awake.
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>And trying to crawl away.
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"Hey, easy now."
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>You pick and wrap her up into your arms.
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>That's right, you're not going anywhere now.
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"We're home now."
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>You get in and put her in a comfortable position.
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>You need to get her warm.
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>She's lying on the sofa.
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>She's safe.
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>There was no way she was going to get out.
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>No, you should say there's no way of anyone getting in.
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>The bathroom is dark.
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>You didn't want to buy another lightbulb.
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>Useless thing.
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>A lamp on an extension cord lights up the bathroom on the floor by the doorway.
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>The white light casts an unnatural light on the green porcelain tiles.
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>You pull back your sleeves.
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>You cast a shadow on the wall as you fumble to turn on the bath taps.
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>Damn light.
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>You run your hand through the water.
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>It's cold.
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>Damn boiler.
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>You hear the boiler back in the kitchen kicking to life.
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>And you wait.
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>It takes a while until you have some hot water coming through the taps.
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"Let's see what else I can use."
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>There.
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>You empty what's left in a shower bottle, rinsing it through for extra measure.
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>It smells of soap and some kind of fruit.
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>Whatever.
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>It was the cheapest one you could get.
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>Leaving the tap water running, you walk back into the lounge.
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>She's still there.
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>She hasn't moved an inch since you placed her there.
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>You scoop up the bundle, jacket and all.
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>As you make your way to the bathroom she begins to stir.
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>Standing before the bathroom you unwrap and take your jacket off her.
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>Her eyes slowly begin to move.
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>Those green eyes lock onto yours.
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>As you begin to lower her into the bathtub, the sound of running water attracts her attention.
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>Her head quickly twists and her eyes are wide open.
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>Suddenly she starts panicking and kicking her legs out.
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"H-hey! What's gotten into you?"
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>You quickly turn off the tap water and try your best to hold onto her.
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>She's pretty strong despite how weak she seemed.
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"H-hold still!"
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>She's not listening to you and starts to cry out loud.
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>It's a horrible cry.
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>She manages to kick your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain and lose grip of her.
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>The little pony falls backwards into the bath water, splashing water and bubbles everywhere.
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>She screams.
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>You've never heard anything like it.
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>She's screaming loudly.
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>You take a step back.
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>She's flailing in the water.
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>You can see her now.
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>She's petrified.
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>Scared out of her wits.
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>She's trying to jump out of the water, but she's weak and the bathtub wall is tall and slick.
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>"H-heeeelp! No-nooo!"
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>You snap out of your senses and kneel down at the bathtub.
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"Hey! Hey! I'm here for you."
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>You pick her up and hold onto her, soaking your body and clothes in the process.
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>But the pony keeps on kicking.
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"Hey you're out of the water now."
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>She's panting heavily and still trying to climb over you.
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>"H-heeelp…"
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>But your grip is stronger than hers.
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>You both stay there, in a locked struggle.
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>After a while, she's too tired to keep crying out loud.
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>Every effort she makes to get out of your hold is weaker.
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>She's calming down now.
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>Her fatigue must be taking over her.
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>All the while you're stroking the back of her neck.
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>Gently, in a slow fashion.
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>Holding onto her tightly.
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>When was it that you held someone like this?
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>You remember being held by your mother.
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>But it is only a fleeting memory.
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>You look down your shoulder at the shaking pony.
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"It's alright now."
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>You say to her.
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>You slowly grab a large towel nearby and wrap her up in it.
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>Slowly, you get up on your feet and bring her back into the lounge and plop her down on the sofa.
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>Looking down you inspect yourself.
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>Your clothes are soaked.
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>And you've got a few scratches from her hitting you.
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>You slump down on the floor beside the sofa, pulling out an old pizza box and throwing it into a corner.
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>Just what were you thinking.
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>Taking this pony back with you.
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>You couldn't even do anything right.
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>Letting out a heavy sigh, you realise what time it is.
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>You're too tired to change out of your clothes.
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>Too tired to move.
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>You don't care anymore and just want to sleep.
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>You shut your eyes.
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>
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>You wake up with a sore back.
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>Just what did you do?
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>Empty food cartons and drink cans lie scattered around you.
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>Yeah, that's right.
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>You gave up last night.
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>When you go to stand up you feel something press against your shoulders.
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>Turning your head, you're greeted by warm fur.
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>Is that…
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>Her?
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>You feel her body wrapped around your neck with her legs hanging off your shoulders.
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>No wonder your neck was so warm.
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>And so sore.
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>Looking down your side, you find her sleeping face, complete with her mangy hat.
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>Though…
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>There's crud all over her eyes.
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>It looks like she's cried herself to sleep.
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"Mm."
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>This troubles you.
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>You carefully lift her legs off you and then back onto the sofa, trying not to wake her up.
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>You gently twist her around so that she lies on her other side.
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>The orange pony stirs, whimpering.
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>Shit.
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>What time is it?
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>You look around for the clock in the darkened room.
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>It’s been knocked off the wall, leaning against the wall beside a bin.
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>6:37am.
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>Still early, but not early enough for you to fall back asleep.
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>You turn to look back down at her.
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>She's looking a lot less comfortable than she did before when she was sleeping on your back.
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>Rolling your shoulders, you get some movement back into them.
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>Feeling through your pockets, you find enough change to get something from the local shop.
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>The bakery should have stuff fresh out of the oven at this time.
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>Taking one last look at the still sleeping pony, you grab and throw a towel over her and quietly leave the flat.
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>You open the front door and scan up and down the apartment complex.
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>Empty.
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>You lock the front door and make your way down the iron stairs.
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>You yawned.
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>You were hardly awake at this sort of time.
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>Not to mention what had happened the other night.
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>The fresh morning air chills your lungs.
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>You shiver.
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>Shoving both hands into your pockets for warmth, you make your way quickly out of the alleyway and across the road.
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>It's open.
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>The shop door opens with a ring of the bell.
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>The reeking smell of bleach invades your nostrils.
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>You shuffle over to the bakery at the back of the store, and soon enough the smell of bleach is replaced by that of the freshly baked bread.
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>The plainest bone will do.
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>You grab and bag a loaf of bread.
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>The warmth from the bread soaks into your chest and arms as you bring it up to the counter.
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>There's an old man with a grey beard sitting behind the counter reading a newspaper.
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>He doesn't ask how your day was.
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>He doesn't even bother to look at you.
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>With another ring of the bell above the door, you quickly leave the store and head back to your own apartment.
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>
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>As you reach the last step up the iron staircase, you hear a noise.
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>Bang.
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>It sounds like someone is trying to break down a door.
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>Thoughts rush through your head.
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"It couldn't be."
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>You pick up a dislodged brick lying outside a barred up window sill.
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>You cautiously creep your way up and along the hallway, gripping the brick in hand.
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>Whoever it is that's doing that is going to wish that they never stepped foot here.
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>Then you stop.
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>Bang.
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>The sound is coming from inside your apartment.
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>You almost go into a sprint when you hear it.
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>BANG.
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>You hear something bashing against the door on the inside.
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>… BANG.
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>… BANG.
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>Whoever it is, they're ramming the door from the inside.
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>BANG.
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>But, judging from the sound and impact, it's way too low for a human person.
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>It dawns on you.
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"It couldn't be…"
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>You walk up to the front door, slide your key into the keyhole and turn the key.
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>The sound of the door unlocking freezes whatever's doing the ramming inside.
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>You slowly push open the door and look inside.
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>There's nothing but the darkened room.
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>Are they standing still?
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>Hiding?
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>You squint.
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>Your eyes gradually adjust to the lowlight.
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>Then you see it.
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>Looking down, you see a panting pony.
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>There are bruises along her legs and over her face.
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>You look into her eyes, but she's only looking past yours.
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>Her eyes are locked outside.
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>She's going to try and make a break for it.
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>As soon as you take a step forward, the orange pony makes a dash for the door.
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>Were it not for your size, or how weak she was, she might've gotten away.
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>You lower and drop down to your knees in time to grab a hold of her.
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>She tried to run and jump past and over you, but instead, she just ran into a trap.
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>Your arms clamp down onto her like a vice.
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>She lets out a scream.
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>No, a wail.
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>You cringe at the sound.
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>But you don't let go.
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>With a free foreleg, you can feel her reaching out over you.
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>Trying to grab hold onto that imaginary freedom that's outside.
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>But reality is sinking in.
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>Your real strength and weight holds her down.
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>She can only look on towards the overcast light from outside.
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>She continues to struggle.
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"Shhhh."
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>You whisper, applying more pressure onto her body.
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>She murmurs.
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>"Ah-ah."
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"Shh, it's okay. It's okay."
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>You don't let go.
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>"Ah-pul."
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>She's weakening.
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"Shhh."
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>"Ah-pul… bloom."
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>Her body goes limp.
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>Did she just call out a name?
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>Slowly you release her from your vice-like grip.
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>She lies there in your arms.
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>You raise a finger to her nose.
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>She's still breathing.
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"Good."
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>You lift her up and put her back down onto the sofa again.
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>Just like before.
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>Stumbling back out to the front door, you lean down to pick up your dropped bag of bread.
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>As you lean down, something on the inside of the door catches your eye.
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>Are those?
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>You trace your fingers over the dents in the door.
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>There's blood too.
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"Hm."
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>With a grunt you stand up and lock the door.
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>You make sure that the latch is on too.
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>Heading back inside you toss the bread onto the kitchen table and fill up a glass with tap water.
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>You stop by the kitchen table and decide to tear off a bit of bread loaf with your teeth, bringing it all back to the front room.
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>Kneeling down in front of the pony, with one hand you carefully inspect her face.
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>Her face is rough.
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>Self-inflicted injuries.
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>Guess she thought the metal would give way and that she could get away.
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>You tilt her head up ever so slightly and bring the glass of water to her lips.
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>After a moment she becomes responsive and takes a small sip.
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>The place has become quiet now.
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>Only the sound of the ticking clock fills the air.
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>She's sipping the water with more vigour now.
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>You pull the glass away from her, causing her to try and follow it.
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>You tear off a small piece of bread and press it against her lips.
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>At first she seems hesitant about eating it, but soon enough she takes it into her mouth.
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"Good girl."
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>You place the larger piece of bread onto your lap, tearing off small pieces to feed her.
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>You can't help but think about how frail she is.
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>How did she get like this?
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>What exactly was she trying to do?
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>If she had gotten out, someone else could've taken her.
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>She would've starved or froze out there.
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>Or worse, she could've been hit by a car.
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>You raise your hand up above her head and stroke her mane with the back of your hand.
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>She tenses up when she senses your touch.
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"It's okay."
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>You whisper into her ear.
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>She slowly relaxes with your gentle stroking and her eyes gradually open.
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>Seems like she's still in a bit of a daze.
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>But then she finally registers you and tries smiling again at you.
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>Perhaps she's just delirious, weak.
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>You return the smile as best as you could.
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>With a well-practiced smile.
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>
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>There she was, something that's only come into your life from just the other night.
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>There she was.
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>Smiling at you.
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>It's only when you smile back, her smile falters.
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>That's strange.
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>Did she see through you?
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"What's wrong?"
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>You ask.
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>For the first time, you manage to get a good look at her eyes.
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>The first thing that struck you were her eyes.
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>Those beautiful emerald green eyes.
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>She breaks the contact, looking back down at the floor.
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>Oh how you wished you could just look at those eyes for just a little while longer.
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>She opens her mouth to speak, but doesn't say anything.
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"What is it?"
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>Silence.
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>She doesn't answer you.
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>You know she can talk.
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>Well, that's not entirely true.
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>You've only heard her say a few words, but it seems like she understands.
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"Listen to me."
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>You take a good, long look at her and notice how dirty she still is.
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>Her mane was all tangled and knotted.
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>Her legs were tucked underneath herself, making herself look smaller.
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>An unsettling feeling wells inside you.
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>You tried to help her before.
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"Are you listening to me?"
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>Nothing.
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>You sigh and ask again.
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"Do you understand? Just nod or, just, do anything."
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>You get onto your knees before her.
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"Just do anything to let me know you do."
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>She slowly nods.
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>All the while trying to avoid eye contact with you.
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>You catch another glimpse of her eyes, but there's something else there.
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>Fear.
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>She's afraid of you.
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>You sit back down and let out a sigh.
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>This was too much.
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>No wonder she's so wound up, and you know oh so little about her.
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>You don't even know her name.
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>Maybe you should've asked the auctioneer that before taking her off him.
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>Not like it matters now.
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"What's your name?"
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>One of her ears flickers.
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>Still nothing.
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>You raise your hand and tap your own chest.
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>Putting on a gentle voice, you introduce yourself.
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"Me, I'm Anon."
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>Slowly she looks back up at you.
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>Like she's expecting more.
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>Struck again.
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>By those beautiful green eyes.
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>They pierce right through you.
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>You try and think about who you are.
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"I…"
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>… am a good for nothing.
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"I'm…"
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>… useless.
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"I mean I'm…"
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>… wasting my life away.
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>Shit.
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>This wasn't what you wanted to think about.
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>This isn't what you wanted to say.
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>But how can you be so sure?
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>When all these voices keep coming back in.
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>You shut your eyes and try to block out all those voices.
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>They're just opinions.
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>But, like dam about to burst, the memories, the thoughts, they all keep coming through.
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>Gushing through.
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>When a sudden tap on your legs brings you out of it.
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>The first thing you're greeted with are those emerald eyes.
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>Though there's concern mixed within her fearful expression.
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>"Ya…"
-
>She's talking to you.
-
>"Are ya alright?"
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>You want to throw your arms around her and bring her into a hug.
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>But you don't.
-
"I'm, I'm alright."
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>You take a deep breathe.
-
>She retracts her hoof and you feel her warmth leave your leg.
-
"Sorry."
-
>Why are you apologising to her?
-
>She only looks at you.
-
>You have a feeling, that perhaps, you could tell her how you weren't alright.
-
>Perhaps you could, if only it's with her.
-
>Don't do something foolish.
-
>"Ah'm…"
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>Her voice is quiet and quivers.
-
>"Ma name's Applejack."
-
>Applejack.
-
>You've heard how the ponies had strange names.
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>The ones with horns had magical powers, apparently.
-
>But even that was never officially confirmed.
-
>It happened last year when news of it broke out.
-
>That mysterious, colourful ponies came from portals appearing all over the world.
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>They were all ragged, tired and looked defeated.
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>But instead of helping, it felt like the world powers just cast them aside.
-
>It conflicted with everything we've ever known or understood.
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>Especially the so called magic.
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>Then there was that tattoo that they all had.
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>A 'cutiemark'?
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>What was it?
-
>Pre-determination?
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>Fuck that shit.
-
>Your eyes travel down to her flank.
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>Towards where you've seen their marks.
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>It's caked in dried in filth and mud.
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>It looks red.
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>She uncomfortably shifts her flank away from you.
-
>Her action brings you back out of it again.
-
>Was she…?
-
>No.
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>That can't be it.
-
>But this wasn't the first time.
-
>She was also afraid when you were trying to bath her.
-
>What is it that she's afraid of?
-
"What's wrong?"
-
>She cowers, covering her head with a hoof.
-
>Standing up you startle her, causing her to cry out.
-
>"A-ah!"
-
>She starts frantically shifting herself away from you.
-
>What is this.
-
>She's afraid of you?
-
>Despite how you took her in.
-
>Away from all those other eyes.
-
>Other eyes filled with lust and wrong.
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>She's wrong.
-
"Applejack."
-
>She's backed against the wall now.
-
"Applejack!"
-
>This time, she snaps out of it.
-
>Her eyes dart open, looking back up at you.
-
>You get down on one knee with an outstretched hand.
-
"I don't know what happened to you, but I'm not going to hurt you."
-
>It looks like it's working.
-
"I…"
-
>She looks back at you, then down to your hand.
-
"I thought you might feel little better if you had a bath."
-
>Her hoof slowly reaches out for your hand.
-
"There's nothing to be afraid of, I'll be with you."
-
>Her hoof stops mid-air.
-
>What's wrong?
-
>Maybe she needs some assurance.
-
>You lift up your hand and grab hold of her hovering hoof.
-
>It feels like Applejack wants to pull back.
-
>But your firm hold stops her.
-
"You'll be safe with me, alright?
-
>You wait for her to nod.
-
>Applejack slowly nods.
-
"Let's get you cleaned up."
-
>You go to pull her up, but she doesn't get up.
-
"What's wrong?"
-
>"Ah…"
-
>"Ah ya gonna hurt me?"
-
>Huh?
-
>Despite how you've just told her that you weren't going to hurt her, she still had to ask.
-
>This was getting tiresome.
-
"No."
-
>You can't fake a smile this time.
-
"I've told you before, why do you ask?"
-
>Silence fills in the gap.
-
>The occasional police siren can be heard in the distance, but it doesn't bother you.
-
>She speaks in such a low and quiet voice.
-
>"It's nothin'."
-
>You're tired.
-
"Come on, we'll go together."
-
>
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>You tug on her foreleg bringing her upright.
-
"I'll go get things ready."
-
>You make your way to the bathroom and pick up from where you left things off.
-
>Puddles of old, soapy water lie across the floor.
-
>A near empty bottle floats motionless inside the bathtub.
-
>Reaching into the cloudy bathwater, you pull plug and start draining the water.
-
>The drain is loud and jarring and fills the entire room.
-
>You turn the tap and refill the tub with hot water, using your hand to measure the temperature.
-
>You look down into the tub.
-
>Seeing your own outline in the water, memories of what happened last night resurface before you.
-
>Applejack's wide open eyes and gaping mouth.
-
>Her frantic escape.
-
>What was she so afraid of?
-
>Was it something to do with the water?
-
>You shake away the image and hope that you never see something like that again.
-
>Without realising it, you find yourself tightly gripping the side of the bath.
-
>You turn off the tap.
-
>What would create such a reaction like that?
-
>Hang on, she called out a name.
-
"Apple Bloom."
-
>Was it someone she knows?
-
>You'll have to ask her about it.
-
>As you turn around, something startles you.
-
>A pair of unmoving green eyes stare at you from the corridor.
-
"Applejack?"
-
>You take a step.
-
>You almost didn't catch her quiet voice.
-
>"Ah-Anon?"
-
"The bath is ready, come on in."
-
>She raises a hoof as though to take a step backwards.
-
>Standing aside, you wait for her to make her way to the bathroom.
-
>Her head is kept low, facing down to the ground.
-
>Her tail is rigid and frozen when she moves.
-
>She comes to a stop just inside the bathroom, her ears are folded down.
-
>You can't help but notice how still she's become.
-
>How her eyes are darting to and fro.
-
>Rather than let her run through whatever it is she's reimagining, you step in and scoop your arms around her.
-
>"Ah-Anon! Wha-"
-
"Easy now."
-
>You hold her up to your chest, practically hugging her now.
-
>Taking a step or so forward, you lean down so that she can look into the bathtub.
-
>Her body becomes stiff and her ears shoot straight up.
-
"Look."
-
>You scoot one of your hands up behind her and pat her head for reassurance.
-
>Something that reminded you of your own childhood.
-
"See, you're okay."
-
>"Ah, ah, guess, ah, am."
-
"Okay I'm gonna lower you down-"
-
>One of her hooves almost touches the water surface.
-
>"Wait!"
-
>You stop, somewhat awkwardly using one hand to support yourself on the edge of the tub.
-
>She twists around in your arms and pressing up against your chest.
-
>Looking down, you see Applejack burying her head into you with her eyes tightly closed.
-
>Her forelegs are clamped down around you.
-
>"Wait, wait, ah, ah can't, no, ah, no more."
-
>She's violently shaking.
-
>It scares you.
-
>You can't even imagine what she's going through.
-
>At the same time, you want to say something to her, to comfort her.
-
>But you don't know what to say.
-
>And so you do nothing but wait.
-
>Your eyes wander to the cracked tiles on the wall.
-
>How old age and mould ate away their pristine state.
-
>Thinking back to those weeks after the ponies appeared, there was something strange happening in the news.
-
>The news was always depressing, reporting on the latest murder or horrific car accident.
-
>But any mention of the ponies was gone.
-
>Day after day, you read the newspaper headlines at the stand.
-
>Day after day, they faded away from the public awareness.
-
>Only then did the rumours started coming out of the cracks.
-
>Rumours that only made you question your humanity.
-
>They were being treated like meat.
-
>"Anon?"
-
>You meet those green eyes again before she glances away.
-
>"Ah'm, ready, ah guess."
-
"Let's take it easy."
-
>She lets go and you lower her down into the water until her hooves touch the bottom.
-
>The water doesn't reach higher than her chest, but you can still see how uneasy she is.
-
>You grab a wet cloth and turn her face towards you.
-
>As you lean down to inspect her, a light blush appears over her face.
-
>"Ah-Anon, wha-"
-
"Hold still."
-
>You lift her head higher and gently wipe away the dirt from her eyes.
-
>Wiping her face, you trace your fingers delicately over her closed eyes.
-
>Touching and feeling her features.
-
>Her fur is bright and warm, highlighted by her freckles that were hidden by the grime and dirt.
-
>Her eyes remain closed.
-
>Her breathing is steady.
-
>You stop cleaning her just to etch this scene into your memory.
-
>There's just something so natural, beautiful and innocent about her.
-
>Without a second thought, you bend down and kiss her gently on her forehead.
-
>When you pull back, her eyes open in bewilderment.
-
>There's shock and confusion in her eyes.
-
>But there's no fear.
-
>The blush only grows deeper as she realises what just happened and turns to face away from you.
-
>But when she turns, the moment is ruined.
-
>There's a long, deep scar going down along her neck.
-
>And in that very moment, she raises a hoof to cover it from your eyes.
-
>"It's, it's not what yer thinkin', it's, it's nothin'."
-
>You rinse the cloth clean in the water and raise it up against her scar, squeezing the water out and down along her scar.
-
>Slowly and gently you wipe down the area.
-
>Bits of dirt, stains and loose fur come out with each stroke.
-
>Over and over again you wipe at her side.
-
>You wonder what sort of person could have done this to her.
-
>Lost in the thought, you lean into the bathtub and put too much pressure onto her scar.
-
>"Ahh!"
-
>She cries out in pain.
-
>Shit.
-
"Applejack?"
-
>She's down on her knees with her foreleg holding her scar.
-
>Fresh tears flow down her cheeks.
-
>You didn't think that scar would still hurt.
-
"Sorry I didn't-"
-
>She grimaces and cuts you off before you could finish speaking.
-
>"Ah'm, ah'm alright."
-
>Applejack slowly resumes her standing position, looking away from you again.
-
>What was up with her?
-
>You had conflicted feelings of guilt and fear.
-
>If you had hurt her, you would've taken it back two fold.
-
>But what if she wanted to leave?
-
>You were keeping her here because it's safer than being outside.
-
>Right?
-
>No.
-
>You had to take action and make it up for her.
-
>Using this as an opportunity, you unbuckle your belt and drop your jeans.
-
>They fall onto the bathroom floor with a thud.
-
>"W-hat are-"
-
>As you attempt to kick your legs free, you hear some splashing behind you.
-
>"Are ya-"
-
>Having freed yourself, you step inside the tub.
-
>The pony has her back towards you, with her rump high in the air.
-
>You crouch down over her and start scrubbing her back.
-
>When you touch her, she nearly jumps.
-
>"Gah."
-
>You can't help notice how tense she's become.
-
>She seems to find it really uncomfortable.
-
>You'd like to get her to relax, but at the same time you needed to get her clean.
-
>It's strange.
-
>It dawns on you how you're beginning to change.
-
>Perhaps talking to her will help make her feel relaxed.
-
"You know."
-
>You start awkwardly.
-
"I've always thought baths were a waste of time and water."
-
>One of her ears lifts up.
-
"And yet here I am, having one with a pony of all things."
-
>Scrubbing away at her back, you can feel her relax a little.
-
"I guess some things are better shared together."
-
>Her true colour, a bright, warm orange begins to shine through the dirt.
-
>You begin to wonder how she would look once she was cleaned up.
-
>No, how wonderful she would look.
-
>With her back cleaned, three red apples appear on her flank.
-
>Squeezing out some shampoo into your hand, you start working on her mane.
-
>Working your fingers into her mane, you start working out the knots.
-
>Like with her coat, washing away at her mane her original colour starts coming through.
-
"Now close your eyes."
-
>She does so with a nod and you rinse her mane through.
-
>The mud and muck washes away revealing a light gold mane.
-
>She shivers.
-
>The bathwater is now cold and murky.
-
>There were still areas that you haven't touched, but it would seem like you would need to leave it for another time.
-
"Looks like we're finished."
-
>"Huh?"
-
>You fish out the plug and drain the water.
-
"You coming out or what?"
-
>The wet pony looks back at you and slowly turns.
-
>Her forelegs cling onto the bathtub edge and she tries to jump.
-
>She fails to get enough strength into her jump though and appears to hop on the spot.
-
>It would look cute were it not for her weakness.
-
"Sorry."
-
>Grabbing a large towel you wrap and scoop her up into your arms.
-
>She's still shivering in your arms.
-
>Why couldn't she have said that she was cold?
-
>Holding her in your arms as you move out of the bathroom, you consider putting her to sleep on the couch again but quickly dismiss it.
-
>It wouldn't be good if she was left her out in the cold.
-
>That leaves only one other place.
-
>"Wh-where are we goin'?"
-
"To my room."
-
>"Yer room?"
-
>You open the door and enter your room.
-
>Magazines, books, old boxes and stuff were thrown about on the floor.
-
>Everything was where you left it, even the curtains were drawn for as long as you remembered.
-
>The bundle shifts around in your arms, trying to get a good look around the room.
-
>You set her down on your bed and begin to dry her off as best as you can.
-
>"Ah-Anon, slow, slow down."
-
"You're gonna catch a cold if I don't."
-
>Having gone through her tail and mane, you flip her onto her back to dry her underside.
-
>The sight of Applejack, laying sprawled out on your bed, is in front of you.
-
>You lift the towel up and start wiping her down from her front, when she says something.
-
>She mumbles.
-
"What?"
-
>She looks away from you.
-
>"Are, are, ya."
-
>Her voice quivers and breaks.
-
>She speaks again, in a clear, quiet voice.
-
>"Are ya gonna, rut me?"
-
>You stop moving your hand.
-
>What was that?
-
>She looks back at you, this time with her tail lowered on the bed, exposing her marehood.
-
>"J-just that, whenever y'all, 'clean' me, y'all gonna, do, that."
-
>You could hear the disgust in her voice.
-
>But that doesn't even compare to what you're experiencing right now.
-
>That deep, unsettling emotion flaring up inside you.
-
>You didn't clean her just to do something like that to her.
-
>It never even crossed your mind.
-
>You knew, though, how badly she was treated.
-
>The signs were all there.
-
>Perhaps you were just kidding yourself.
-
>Your hands rolled up into fists.
-
>You abruptly tear away the towel, exposing her briefly before pulling the duvet back over her.
-
>Then you start walking to leave the room.
-
>"Ah'll do whatever ya want!"
-
>You don't reply.
-
>"Ah'll do anythin'."
-
>Your hand grabs the door knob.
-
>"Just, please, don't leave me alone!"
-
>You stop.
-
>"Don't leave me all alone."
-
>"Ah'll do anythin' ya-"
-
"Stop it."
-
>You release your grip on the door knob and breathe out deeply.
-
>You were starting to feel cold and tired too.
-
>You walk on back over to your bed and, kneeling down, you come face to face with her.
-
"I won't leave you alone."
-
>You scoop your hands underneath and move her onto the other side of the bed.
-
"Just go to sleep."
-
>She looks at you all the while you move her.
-
>Lifting the duvet to get in, you pause and look at Applejack.
-
>She looks back at you with eyes peeping over the duvet.
-
>You smile at her before sliding into the bed and turning away from her.
-
>This should be fine.
-
>Today will pass, just like any other day.
-
>Lying there, you close your eyes and listen to the silence.
-
>Your bedfellow breaks the silence by shuffling around.
-
>Her breathing is quiet and shallow, unlike yours.
-
>"Yer smile."
-
>She speaks out to the dark.
-
>"Yer hidin'."
-
>She saw through it.
-
>You don't say anything more, and neither does she.
-
>
-
>You wake up and open your eyes.
-
>The pale morning sunlight filters in between the crack in the curtains.
-
>Specs of dust float in and out of the light.
-
>It seems like you've turned tossed and turned around in your sleep.
-
>Your arm lies outstretched across the pillows with your fingers up like monuments in the light.
-
>Your other arm rests close to your body, hidden underneath the duvet.
-
>Feeling an itch coming across your stubble, you go to scratch it but something hitches onto your arm.
-
>You become more awake with the obstruction and peer down at the little orange bundle sleeping against you.
-
>Looks like you weren't the only one that tossed around in their sleep.
-
>Applejack lies huddled against you, with a foreleg resting over your arm and her legs intertwined with yours.
-
>Blissfully asleep, unaware that you were capturing this moment in every detail.
-
>Slowly, you slip your arm free from her foreleg, doing your best not to wake her.
-
>Sensing that your arm was missing, she bats her foreleg against your side to try find it again.
-
>At the same time she rubs her head against your chest, burying it away from the light.
-
>It reminded you of a time when you had your pet dog all those years ago, and how it would curl its head against you.
-
>Her head digs into your chest once again, but instead flips back up and settles her neck against your chest.
-
>She hums in her new position, perhaps as a sign of her comfort.
-
>Her face paints a picture of peace and quiet.
-
>With your free hand you trace your fingers along her features.
-
>How large her eyes were.
-
>How soft and sensitive her ears were and who they would involuntarily flicker when you touched them.
-
>Trailing your fingertips down to her nose where you tap it with two fingers
-
>She snorts immediately, scrunching her face at the same time.
-
>Her eyes flutter open in a daze, slowly looking around the room before falling back down onto yours.
-
>"Mmm."
-
>She digs her head back down into your chest and pulls you into a tight hug.
-
"Morning."
-
>You break the silence.
-
>Her eyes snap open and she kicks at you and scoots away to the other side of the bed.
-
>The force of her kick is enough to send you out of the bed, hitting the floor with a heavy thud.
-
"Ow!"
-
>You rub your sore arse, only to see those green eyes peeping over the edge of the bed.
-
>"Cornsarnit! Ah-Anon?"
-
>You shoot her a glance, forcing her to slowly edge back over onto the bed.
-
>You can barely see her eyes now.
-
>"Are, are yer, alright, Anon?"
-
>You get up and stretch out your back with an audible click, making Applejack flinch at the sound.
-
"Peachy."
-
>You grunt.
-
>Truthfully you couldn't stay angry at her.
-
>But you still had questions about her.
-
>Like what she meant with her comment last night.
-
>Pulling on some joggers you left lying around, you head to the bathroom to do your usual morning business.
-
>Not too shortly after, you hear the sound of clopping following after you.
-
"Applejack?"
-
>"Anon? What are y-"
-
>She turned the corner and instantly saw everything.
-
>Her eyes fell and shrank.
-
>A deep blush flushed across her face, followed by another adorable scrunching.
-
>She dipped her hat, covering her face, and quickly backed out of the room.
-
>Silence fell upon the room, all but the sound of a constant stream.
-
>A grin grew on your face after realising what it was.
-
>It's been so long since you've lived with another person.
-
>Shaking off a few drops, you finish up and head out to the lounge.
-
>You spot Applejack perched on top of a stool, with a slight blush still on her face.
-
>Seeing where she was sitting, you take the spare stool and sit directly opposite her.
-
"So what do you eat?"
-
>Applejack bit her lower lip and mumbled out a reply.
-
"I can't hear you if you mumble."
-
>She turns away from you and then slumps into her hooves.
-
>"Ah'll, ah'll be fine with whatever."
-
"Hmm."
-
>Dissatisfied with her reply, you turn around and look around the kitchen.
-
>You've still got the bread from the other day, but that's not enough.
-
>Looking through the cupboards and fridge there's hardly anything to eat.
-
>There were a couple eggs, perhaps you could make some eggs on toast.
-
>But can a pony have eggs?
-
>Otherwise there was some old cereal packets with whatever milk you have left.
-
>You can't decide.
-
>You grab whatever you could find and lay them all out in front of Applejack.
-
"I don't know what you can, have, so here, you pick."
-
>Applejack slowly turns her head around and looks at the items.
-
>She leans in close, tapping and taking a sniff out of each item.
-
>It was like she's never seen them before.
-
"You finished?"
-
>"N-no, a-ah don't know what these are."
-
"Well, this is some wheat cereal."
-
>You open the box and push it in front of her.
-
>She pushes her nose into and takes a couple sniffs, before pulling back and making a face with her tongue.
-
"I'm guessing that's a no."
-
>She moves away from the cereal box to a small one.
-
>"What's this?"
-
"Pop tarts, apple and cinnamon flavour."
-
>Her eyes lights up.
-
>"A-apple?"
-
"Alright hang on."
-
>You open up the small box and throw it into the toaster.
-
>"W-what are you doing with it?"
-
"Heating it up."
-
>Her eyebrows roll up in confusion.
-
>A moment later, you hear the toaster spring up.
-
"Here you go."
-
>You slide a plate with a hot pop tart on it.
-
>"Is, is that it?"
-
>Applejack's ears droop down at the sight of the peculiar item.
-
>You nod and take your seat again.
-
>She hesitates as she opens her mouth at various angles to take a bite.
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>You weren't sure if you would call it pathetic or cute.
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"Here."
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>You break off two pieces, popping one into your own mouth and holding the other out in front of her.
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>"Are yer sure it's apple?"
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>You shrug and take another bite.
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>"Doesn't smell like apple to me."
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>She comes around eventually, taking the piece out of your hand and chews on it.
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>She swallows after making a couple faces.
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>"Mm, it's, eh, somethin'."
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>Seems like she doesn't like it.
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"Alright then."
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>Taking what's left over to the kitchen top, you start fixing some scrambled eggs.
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>It's nothing fancy but it works.
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>Glancing back, you can still see the orange pony curiously looking over at you.
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>You set down two plates of toast and scrambled eggs.
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"Try this."
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>You pour yourself a hot cup of cheap black coffee before taking your seat.
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>Without waiting you sprinkle some salt and pepper on top before you start eating.
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>However Applejack seems to be struggling with her meal.
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>This one too?
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>You settle your knife and fork onto your plate.
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"You'll have to eat something, if you don't, it's gonna be trouble."
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>You waited for her to eat.
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>You needed her to eat something.
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>Applejack's eyes looked up at yours then at the food in front of her.
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>She closed her eyes and started taking down the scrambled egg and toast.
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>Good, she's finally eating.
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>The meal went by without much issue and you finish your piece of toast with some black coffee.
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>Or so you thought.
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>Taking the empty plates over to the wash basin, you heard her murmur something.
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"You're mumbling again."
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>She doesn't reply.
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>Turning around you find Applejack on the floor beside the table.
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>She must've jumped down off the stool while you were moving the dirty plates.
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>But something was wrong.
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>Her breathing was erratic.
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"Hey."
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>She stopped and looked up at you.
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>There was an uneasy look in her eyes.
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"What's wrong?"
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>In that moment, her back arched up and down in quick jolts.
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"Hey Applejack!"
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>Before you could do anything, she had emptied her stomach all over the floor in front of you.
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>Once, twice, thrice, she retched until she couldn't throw anything up.
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>The acrid smell reached your nose, and what was once scrambled eggs was now a brown mess.
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>Why couldn't she have said something?
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>She didn't have to eat it if she didn't like it.
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>Applejack rolled over on her side.
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"Dammit."
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>You couldn't blame her, could you?
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>You didn't want to think about it anymore, it was a stressful morning as it already is.
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>Thinking anymore would just get you angry.
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>You started moving.
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>Grabbing some dirty kitchen towels, you threw it over the mess.
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>Tiptoeing around it, you reached the orange pony.
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>You pull off her hat and stroke her mane, freeing some strands stuck around her lips.
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>There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
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>You needed to get something that she could eat.
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>But first thing's first.
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>You lifted her up with in your arms and gently place her back down onto the sofa.
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"Don't move."
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>A while later, you were sitting down by the sofa cushioning a tired pony.
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>The floor was roughly cleaned up and the towels were filthy but the acrid smell was at least gone now.
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>You guided another glass of water to the pony on the sofa.
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"Drink, it'll help make you feel better."
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>Her lips moved and sucked at the water.
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>She lifted a hoof and pushed away your hand.
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>"Ah, ah'm sorry, fer, fer-"
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"It's fine."
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>You keep telling yourself this.
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"Here, try this."
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>You lifted a spoon with some wheat cereal with watered down milk.
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>Surprisingly, she didn't make a face when she tried it.
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>"This is, some, weird tastin' wheat."
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"Probably because it's not meant for you."
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>She looks up at you, confused with one ear up and one ear down.
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>"Ah, ah see, we weren't really meant to be here anyhow."
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"You're right about that."
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>You give her a couple more spoonful's before setting aside the bowl and glass of water.
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>You find that stroking her mane and scratching behind her ears helps relax her.
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>Time goes by undisturbed for a while.
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>The sound of outside traffic creates a low, constant rumble.
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"You better now?"
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>Her eyes flicker open, as though caught in a state of confusion.
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>"Y-yes mast- ah, A-Anon."
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"So tell me, what can you eat?"
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>"Any, anythin', really."
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>Not this again.
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"Okay, what do you like to eat? You seemed to be interested in apples."
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>There was an apple in her name and apples on her flank.
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>It couldn't be a coincidence.
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>"Y-yeah."
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"Apple crumble? Apple fritters? Apple turnovers?"
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>Her eyes beamed at every mention of 'apple'.
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>"Yer, yer got those here?"
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"No I'd need to go out and buy them."
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>She deflated slightly.
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>"Yer don't make 'em yerself?"
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"What? No, that'd be too expensive and take too much time."
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>Not that you had any work to do.
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>But money was a real issue.
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>The food that you could only afford, the clothes you wore, even the state of the apartment was all up to money.
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>Only rich people could do something fancy like bake their own stuff with their 'organic' ingredients and silver kitchenware.
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>"Ah, ah see."
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>She wasn't like that, right?
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>You had to ask.
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"So do you make yours, from scratch?"
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>She smiles at the question.
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>"Yessiree, made everythin' with these very hooves."
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>So what's how it was.
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>You remembered how one of the taller, white Pegasus ponies that came through was decorated in gold.
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>"Why, we'd spent all day makin' anythin' an' everythin' we could, with the apples we grew."
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>There was a genuine smile on her face now.
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>"Granny Smith, bless her, couldn' even keep still as we made 'em, me, Big Mac an'-"
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>Her smile falters and she quickly shakes her head as though to get rid of the thought.
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>"Yea, we, we made 'em."
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>Sounds like she had a big family.
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"So what about this 'Applebloom'?"
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>In an instance, her eyes became unfocused and distant.
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>They shot wide open and her pupils had shrunk.
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>Her face paled as she looked down.
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>"Ah, ah don't know what, what yer talkin' about."
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>She spoke slowly and in a very low voice.
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"You called out her name. Sounds like she-"
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>"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW?"
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>You were taken aback by her outburst.
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>Her voice was loud and dry, filled with anger and tension.
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>But just like that, she settled back down and turned away from you.
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>"It's just, it's just a place."
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>You don't say anything.
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>"A place back home."
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>You nodded.
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>But you couldn't get your mind away from her outburst.
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>How those green eyes filled with such emotions looked at you.
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>How you were someone who had just hurt her again.
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>You already wanted to put this behind you.
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"Could you-"
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>You try speaking out to her again.
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>She looks up at you without any expression on her face.
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"Could you tell me about your home?"
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>She doesn't answer and shuts her eyes.
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"Okay."
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>You go to stand up which elicits a response from her.
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>"Where, where are yer goin'?"
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"I'm gonna go out to the shops, there's hardly anything around here for you to eat."
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>She nods.
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"Just stay inside and don't try and get out again."
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>"O-okay."
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>You leave the room and head back into your bedroom to put on your jacket and jeans.
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>You check your wallet has enough notes before pocketing it, followed by your keys.
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>A clopping noise follows you into the room.
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>"What should ah do?"
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"What should you do?"
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>"While yer gone."
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>She rubs her foreleg while covering her face with her hat.
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>"Yer been lettin' me stay here, ah should be doin' somethin' in return, y'know?"
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>You couldn't think of anything at the moment.
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>But you could tell there was something else to her question.
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>Honestly you wanted to get out right now.
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"Do whatever you want."
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>You walk to the front door.
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"Just, stay inside."
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>You unlock the front door and look back.
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>Applejack was sitting down in the hallway on her hind legs.
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>With one last look at her, you close and lock the door.
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>With your hand still on the handle, you thought back to the time she was trying to get out.
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>There's still so much you don't know about her.
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>Trying to talk to her won't get you anywhere.
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>Not with all the problems you keep hitting.
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>What did you think?
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>That it would be easy taking in a pony?
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>Walking down the platform towards the stairwell, you think of the people you know you could turn to.
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>Not friends, just people with the answers you needed.
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>The dull sky looked down upon you from above.
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>
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>Once you're out in the streets again, you feel a sense of normalcy return to you.
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>These were the streets that you were unwillingly thrown onto.
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>The very streets that shaped you into who you are.
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>If you did something stupid, or likewise, dangerous, you'd have to be lucky to not get hurt or end up dead.
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>If you were weak or too soft, the street would cut you down.
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>That's life out here.
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>In all this chaos, pollution and crime.
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>Something appears as you emerge around the corner.
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>You find a person lying on some cardboard, someone you haven't seen before.
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>You lean down over him, checking to see if he was awake or if he was even alive.
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>Nothing.
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>Pity.
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>You start to pat him down, trying to find anything of use.
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>He's kinda cold.
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>You dig out only a few notes, coins, a lighter and a half empty box of Lucky 7 cigarettes.
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>Lucky 7's.
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>It's been a while.
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>You take one out of its crumpled package and smell it.
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>They still had their freshness, that blend of earth, wood and spice.
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>Some poor sap would definitely buy these off you.
-
>You held the lone cigarette in a familiar manner in between your fingers.
-
>Just how long has it been you stopped smoking?
-
>You didn't want to start again, start wasting your money and slowly kill yourself.
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>But something kept you from putting it back in with the others.
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>You slide it into your jacket pocket, not wanting to overthink it.
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>And just like that you leave the body alone on the cardboard and go about your way.
-
>Back out on the main street, it's not much different.
-
>People were few and far between on the streets.
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>When there were, they were dressed in drab clothing, hunched over wherever they walked.
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>Some were pushing trolleys carrying food, others were pushing trolleys carrying their own stuff.
-
>You approach the local rundown shopping market with an outdoor fruit stand.
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>It was sparse, taking a closer look you find that it's only filled with some anaemic looking oranges and a couple of pale green apples.
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>It was a poor excuse of a fruit stand.
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>Nothing like the red ones on Applejack's flank.
-
>Now that you think of it, everything around her was bleak in comparison.
-
>An image of Applejack flashes before your eyes.
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>She was sleeping in a curled bundle on the floor, where her side gently rises and falls as she sleeps.
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>Her warm, soft fur illuminated by the warm sun.
-
>It warms your heart a little, just thinking about her.
-
>You snap back to the scene in front of you.
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>The rotting, peeling wooden crates that are clearly too large for the fruit inside look barren and unwelcoming.
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>It would be easy to take one and walk away.
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>But the thought of Applejack stops you.
-
>You needed to get some more stuff inside for her.
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>You grab a few of the best apples you could find before slipping inside the store.
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>The store was practically empty on the inside.
-
>The air was stale and heavily infused with the pungent odour of exotic spices.
-
>The tiles along the floor have lost their shine over the years, while the fluorescent lights above cast their lifeless light above you.
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>Some old foreign song plays in the air around you, masking what would otherwise be the uncomfortable silence.
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>You stroll through, passing all the out of place, brightly coloured looking products to find some apple pastries.
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>You find them, though they look dry, old even.
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>Then, something catches your attention.
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>You bag a few for Applejack regardless.
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>You follow them in the corner of your vision, though it's not hard to miss them.
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>A large woman pushes a pram with a kid shouting, pulling and hanging off her arm.
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>But that's not the important thing.
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>No the important thing was the open black handbag.
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>You carefully look around the store, spotting only two old looking security cameras.
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>One is at the back end corner of the store and the other at the front looking down at the counter.
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>This was an opportunity for you.
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>For Applejack.
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>Thumbing the apple in your hand, you figure out a plan to distract the woman.
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>You slowly walk up behind them, timing your distance.
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>The kid pulls on the woman with one hand and wildly swings his other arm in the opposite direction.
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>In front of them to the side is a tower made out of stacked cereal boxes.
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>That'll do.
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>Sometime throughout his whining and pulling, he turns around and locks eyes with you.
-
>You falter, but he quickly dismisses you goes back to pestering the woman.
-
>He must've thought that you were unsuspecting.
-
>How wrong he was.
-
>You wait for the right moment and go for it.
-
>At that same moment, the kid turns around and looks back at you.
-
>You throw the apple at the base of the cereal tower which is now right next to him.
-
>The kid knows what you're doing.
-
>But it's too late.
-
>There's a loud crash as the pile of boxes comes falling down.
-
>The kid's mouth is wide open.
-
>Before he could do anything, he's instantly tugged back and slapped on the face by the woman.
-
>You roughly push past them as she turns her back on you, quickly grabbing whatever you can get out of her handbag and shoving them into your own pocket.
-
>You place the bags of apples and pastries onto the counter and quickly take out some notes.
-
"Just these, I'm in a hurry."
-
>The guy behind the counter is looking at the commotion behind you.
-
>"Sir? Hold on I need to-"
-
"Now."
-
>He looks at you quizzically before relenting and taking your money.
-
>As he gives you your change, he looks over again at the woman and then back at you.
-
>His eyes shoot down at your bulging pocket.
-
>"Did you just-"
-
>You leave without letting him finish.
-
>As soon as you're outside, you run.
-
>You could've sworn you heard him call out after you.
-
>But that's not going to stop you.
-
>Taking the first corner, you weave through the tight alleyways and large dustbins.
-
>Splashing on puddles, kicking away empty cans, stepping over old newspapers, you keep going.
-
>Further and further away into the city maze.
-
>After a good while, you slow down to stop.
-
>You're in some unknown alleyway.
-
>Taking in deep breaths of air you rest along some back doorsteps.
-
>You can feel your back drenched in sweat.
-
>A police siren hitches your breath but soon fades away into that industrial background noise.
-
>Even though you got away with it, you still messed up at the counter.
-
>It wouldn't be the first time either.
-
>Pulling out the stolen goods, you take a look to see what you got.
-
>It was a good grab.
-
>There was a smartphone, an Apple one at that too.
-
>Too bad the screen was cracked, otherwise you could've sold it for a lot.
-
>The thought of showing it to Applejack comes to mind and you wonder how she would react to it.
-
>You imagine telling her how you got an Apple phone and how she'd scrunch her face.
-
>Though she'd probably question you about how you got it.
-
>There was that certain way she looked at you.
-
>Like how she could see through you.
-
>Better not.
-
>You couldn't really tell if it was new or old.
-
>But first thing's first.
-
>You pull out the SIM card with a bent out paperclip and crush it.
-
>You turn it off and slide it into your pocket before moving onto the other item.
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>A black purse.
-
>A Gucci one at that too.
-
>Perhaps it's real and not a fake, or so you would hope.
-
>Going through her stuff, none of then prove useful to you.
-
>An expired driver's licence along with various credit cards.
-
>But you find some paper notes, at least a hundred's worth of crumpled notes in there.
-
>Separating the notes from the purse and putting them into your own pocket, you decided what you were going to do next.
-
>You needed to go see him again.
-
>
-
>It took you a while to find the place again.
-
>Retracing your steps after so many months wasn't easy.
-
>Going through private carparks, access ways and through an abandoned construction site.
-
>Everything was just how you remembered it.
-
>The red painted steel door situated on the back side of a windowless building.
-
>The only things on the outside were a couple CCTV cameras high up on the corners.
-
>Otherwise there was nothing there that made it stand out from the others.
-
>You go up to the door and find an old intercom panel to the side of it.
-
>It's worn all over, the metal surface is dirty with grime and is beginning to show signs of rust.
-
>You press the call button and nothing seemingly happens.
-
>The speaker suddenly crackles to life.
-
>"Who is it?"
-
>You lean into the intercom and speak.
-
"I'm here to see Wire."
-
>You hear a buzz and the door automatically unlocks for you.
-
>There's no one there to greet you as you step into the dark, silent corridor.
-
>The door closes with a deafening bang and locks behind you.
-
>Only the dim hue of lone red light illuminates your path along the long stretch.
-
>Arriving at the end of the corridor, you find a door with blue light coming out from the gap below it.
-
>Entering the room the hum of fans and air conditioners surround you.
-
>In front of you is a desk with computer screen, keyboard and a near full ashtray.
-
>"Anonymous!"
-
>A young male voice calls out from behind you.
-
>Looking to the other side of the desk, a lanky looking guy wearing a loose cardigan and baggy trousers comes out behind another door.
-
>He raises his arms out towards you.
-
>"What no hug?"
-
"Knock it off Wire."
-
>"I thought you'd forgotten all about me."
-
>He laughs it off and goes into a stretch, arching his back in an wide motion.
-
>You cringe a little as you can hear a couple of loud clicks.
-
>"Well, ah, I'm glad you haven't forgotten me."
-
>Wire was younger than you, that's for sure.
-
>You’d almost call him pretty for a guy were it not for all those piercings and tattoos he had.
-
>That, and the weird shave he had on one side of his dyed blonde hair.
-
>"So!"
-
>He walks towards his desk and slumps down against the chair.
-
>"What brings you out of the blue after so long?"
-
>He motions towards your pockets.
-
>"You, uh, 'working' again?"
-
"Not really."
-
>You casually toss out the woman's purse and cracked iPhone into his open arms.
-
>His eyes light up.
-
>"Oh Gucci, very nice, that is, if it's not fake."
-
>He flips the purse around, opening it up and taking a sniff out of it before checking the seams with a finger.
-
>"Hmm it could pass."
-
>His attention then snaps to the cracked white phone.
-
>"Ah, you picked one up too, they're everywhere these damn phones."
-
>He goes to inspect the phone and begins muttering to himself.
-
>"So simple and yet so expensive."
-
>He quickly pulls out a cable and connects the phone to his computer.
-
>That was Wire for you, still the same as before.
-
>He seemed like he was always thinking, asking questions and looking out for anything strange.
-
>"I supposed you destroyed the SIM card already?"
-
"Yeah."
-
>"Dammit, fine, it's fine."
-
>It was no wonder that there were signs of drugs scattered all over his desk.
-
>A mirror, razor, glass pipe, lighter.
-
>You resorted to the same things at one point.
-
>"Did you check to see if it was unlocked?"
-
"Didn’t bother checking."
-
>"Why did I even bother with you people?"
-
>He clicks his tongue at you before pulling out the cards in the purse.
-
>"Guess I've gotta do everything myself."
-
>If there's anything, he knew his stuff.
-
>"There's always a demand for these, things, but that can wait for now."
-
>He unplugs the phone and puts it to a side along with the purse and various cards.
-
>Leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk, he looks intently at you.
-
>"I thought you learnt your lesson from before, like I mean, that was some pretty stupid shit you pulled back then."
-
"I needed the money back then and I need it again now."
-
>It didn't make you feel any better saying that but it was true.
-
>There was nothing else you could've done.
-
>You grimace.
-
>"Man, you've gotta think of the bigger picture."
-
>He jumps out of the chair, startling you, and starts pacing up and down the room.
-
>"Money is just something that makes slaves of us all, look at the debt our country is in."
-
>"All those shitty loans and jobs people take on like idiots."
-
>"Like the money isn't even real, it's all just data, information held on some offshore servers."
-
>You're losing him at this point.
-
"So what?"
-
>He stops right in front of you.
-
>"So why do it?"
-
>"Why'd you come back again?"
-
>"Just so that you could pawn off some shit to me?"
-
>You're taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness towards you.
-
"What do you care what I do?"
-
>He studies you.
-
>"Harsh man, like I said, I know you."
-
>Wire feigns being hurt.
-
>"I thought you would've moved on, to be honest."
-
>He shrugs.
-
>"Moved onto a better place, a new chapter in your life, that sorta thing."
-
"I-"
-
>He wasn't wrong.
-
>But he wasn't right either.
-
>You stopped because you had given up.
-
>That you accepted the fact that you were a lost cause.
-
>You look away from him and sigh.
-
"Something came up."
-
>"Ah, there we go, 'something came up."
-
>He smiles and leans against his desk, pulling out a cigarette.
-
>"Do you mind?"
-
>You shake your head.
-
>"Not that you have any say."
-
>He lights it up and drags deeply on it.
-
>"So what is it?"
-
"I need you to check something out for me."
-
>"Well then you've come to the right guy."
-
>He lazily claps his hands together.
-
>"Anything for you, though there'll be a fee of course."
-
"That's what those are for."
-
>You motion over to the phone and purse.
-
>"Hm, that'll depends on what you want to know so we'll see."
-
>He looks back over to you and winks.
-
"What do you know about those, uh, ponies."
-
>The air around him changes.
-
>He frowns, taking out the cigarette from his mouth and quietly speaks.
-
>"Jesus, I can't believe it."
-
>He stubs out his cigarette by cramming it into the ashtray.
-
>His eyes narrow as he looks back up at you.
-
>"I didn't take you for a horse fucker Anon."
-
"What?"
-
>"Can't say I'm not disappointed in you, word is out on the streets that someone stole the last one at an auction."
-
"Fuck you I rescued her."
-
>"You're shitting me, you just 'rescued her'?"
-
>He looks at you, holding a stare.
-
>Would he even believe you?
-
>You let out a sigh.
-
"I was passing by and I, I saw her there, lying in her own filth with all those people around her."
-
>Not people, monsters.
-
>You didn't want to say anymore.
-
>"And you just thought you'd stage a rescue at gunpoint?"
-
>Wire still holds his stare at you before revealing a grin.
-
>"You fucking madman."
-
>He slams the table as he wildly grins.
-
>"You got guts, you know that right?"
-
"A whole lot of good it's done me so far."
-
>You shake your head.
-
>He laughs.
-
>"I knew you still had it in you."
-
"So what do you know about them?"
-
>Wire leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
-
>"It's more of a question of what don't I know?"
-
>He types something on the keyboard before turning the monitor towards you.
-
>It has some obscure search engine results with various images of ponies inside an encampment.
-
>"You probably sensed it from the news, like how they weren't telling whole story."
-
>You nod.
-
"I followed it until they stopped reporting on them a while back."
-
>You forgot about them.
-
>Until you found her.
-
>"That's what I mean, did you know what else has been swept under the rug in the news?"
-
>You shrug.
-
"No."
-
>"Jesus, do you even watch the news?"
-
>"Actually scratch that it's fucking depressing."
-
>He turns his monitor back to do another search before turning it back to you.
-
>It's a reputable news website with a small article about an attempted hack on a government server.
-
"So what about it?"
-
>"That, Anonymous, is bullshit."
-
>"Thanks to a certain group, they've leaked the contents of that hack."
-
>"And what can I say, it's very interesting stuff."
-
>"The leaked documents belonged to a government military official, not some government social worker as they like to spin."
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>"There are detailed reports on the arrival of what's been designated as P0-N315."
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>"In other words, them."
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>This was new.
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"Show me."
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>"By all means."
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>Wire stands up and motions to the free seat in front of the desk.
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>He turns the monitor towards you to read and then leans back into his.
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>Wire gives you a brief rundown on their bodies, how the ponies were herbivores by nature.
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>They had basic bodily functions, similar to horses here on earth.
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>Though that's where the similarities end.
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>What separated them from your regular horse was their sentience, varying mythical features like wings, horns, strength and that supernatural kinetic phenomenon.
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>You could say it was magic.
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>They had complex emotions like fear, pain, pleasure and joy.
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>Next is some legal documentation with instructions to arrest and detain anyone who takes in a pony.
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>You click to go on, but the next document doesn't show up.
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"This, this can't be everything."
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>All the information you've read so far was already out there.
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"Where's the rest?"
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>Wire looks away from you.
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>"Maybe, perhaps maybe I shouldn't show you the rest of the contents."
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"What?"
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>You were dumbfounded.
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"You're not going to help me?"
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>He shakes his head.
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"What is it, you want more money?"
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>"Wrong again."
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>"Look, I could show you the rest of the contents but you've, what, spent a couple nights already with your newly rescued pony friend, right?"
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"Yeah, and?"
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>He lights up another cigarette.
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>"What do you know about her?"
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>"Like, what do you really know about her?"
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"What are you getting at?"
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>He shrugs and shakes his head.
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>Wire taps the ash off the end of his cigarette and waits for you to continue.
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>Does he really want to go through with it like this?
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>You look at him with a frown, but he doesn't budge.
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>You sigh out of frustration and take a moment to think about Applejack.
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"We both know that they're sentient, they think and have emotions."
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>The memory of her enthusiastically talking about apples resurfaces.
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"She seems to likes apples, and might've had a big family too from the sound of it."
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>Other, unpleasant, memories begin to resurface.
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>Her screams going into the water.
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>That line across her neck.
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"Signs of abuse, scarring, hates taking baths."
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>Then there were the times she cried.
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>Her cries echo in your ears.
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"Applebloom, she mentioned a name, Applebloom, I think she called it a place."
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>Wire nods.
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>"Anything else?"
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>You think it over.
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>Nothing.
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>You really didn't know anything about her.
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>But you wanted to help her.
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"She's scared and she needs help."
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>Wire nods while keeping quiet.
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"Nothing else."
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>"I just wanted to make sure."
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>"We all have secrets Anon, the so-called skeletons in our closets."
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>"She probably has hers, question is, how much are you willing to unearth them?"
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"You still need asking?"
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>You raise yourself up in your seat.
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>"Look, I'll level with you."
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>He walks over to you and resting his arm on your chair and meeting you eye to eye.
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>"You can't blindly trust others, like how can you tell she's not lying?"
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>"Others have come here asking the same questions you did, do you know who they were?"
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"There were others?"
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>"Sickos, rapists, sadists, the bad lot, they've all had their fair share of fun with our new arrivals."
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>There was a grim smile on his face.
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>"So, as a friend, I'm asking you, no, I'm warning you-"
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"Give me the info and stop wasting my time."
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>His eyes flicker.
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>"Okay, okay."
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>He stands upright, shrugging his arms and takes over the computer.
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>Moving away, he presents the screen to you again.
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>There are now more documents, possibly hundreds there for you to read.
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"There's so many."
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>"All reorganised by yours truly."
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>You tap down through the list quickly scanning the titles; initial and situational reports, profiles, photographic evidence, communication and email logs.
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>There's a map on one of the thumbnails that draws your attention.
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>Opening it, you realise it's a photograph of an actual map.
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>It's map of a continent you've never seen before, decorated with a golden border, pastel paint marks out the lands while the names are written in beautiful cursive ink.
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>It would look something like a work of art, a grand tapestry were it not for the scorch marks along its edges.
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>What exactly happened?
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>There were translations in the photographic copy.
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>The castle built on a mountain is labelled as Canter-lot, with a small village or town nearby called Pony-ville.
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>And next to it there was a farm called Sweet Apple Acres.
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>Was that Applejack's place?
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>You quickly scan the nearby places: Ever-free Forest, Clouds-dale, White Tail Woods, the names goes on.
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>But there's no sign of a place called Applebloom.
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>Something wasn't right.
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>You close the map, going back to the directory and search for the profiles.
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>Clicking on the tab, a long list of names automatically generates for you.
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>Strange, odd names appear in a seemingly random order.
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>You realised they were sorted out under 'processed date', which listed a Twilight as first.
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>You come to grips with the system and adjust it to display an alphabetical order, and soon enough Applejack's name appears on the list.
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>Your chest tightens as you hover the cursor over her profile.
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>You open it.
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>A document resembling a prisoner profile appears
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>There's a small picture of Applejack.
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>Faded, green eyes seemingly stare back at you.
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>They're bloodshot.
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>One of her eyes looks bruised all over.
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>There are black marks covering her in patches and there are small bloody scratches all over her face.
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>There's no sign of a neck injury, which confirms your fears that it must've been recent.
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>Shutting your eyes, you rub your temples.
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>It's okay.
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>She's still okay.
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>You carry on reading the profile.
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>There's a dated statement about her being a farmer on Sweet Apple Acres.
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>More details start coming out of the document.
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"'The subject stated that it came through the portal with one other family member.'"
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"'Big Macintosh.'"
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"'Upon questioning about the survival of any other family members, the subject has stated that there were no other family members.'"
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"Huh?"
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>There was a huge gap in time.
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>The next statement is several days after the previous one.
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>"'Additional family member found and processed, transferred to the family unit.'"
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>'Awaiting report.'
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>The document ended after that.
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>This can't be right.
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>You go back to the profile list to look for Applebloom's profile but nothing turns up.
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>You sort the documents by date modified and you skim the titles for her name.
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>Nothing.
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>The last entry is a communication log.
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>'Immediate action to all personnel: Cease all operations.'
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>'Terminate subjects on sight.'
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"Wire, what happened here?"
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>"From everything that I've read?"
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>"I don't know, something went down the chain of command and then the ponies ended up going into hiding."
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>"Maybe they couldn't hold them, maybe they released them, maybe the ponies were dangerous, who knows?"
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>He stubs out another cigarette.
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>"Either way, you're in dangerous position now buddy."
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>He turns off the monitor.
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>"It's disgusting really, once you piece it together from then on."
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>You've seen enough.
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>"It was right after that, that others went after them."
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>He looked away, seemingly towards the other door.
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>"They were taken in droves."
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>"They thought they were safe but no, they were taken, used, played with, bought and sold and fulfilled whatever desires people had."
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>"God knows how many of them are still out there."
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>"And people are still looking for them."
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>You've heard enough.
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"I think it's time I leave."
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>As you get up to go, Wire stares at you.
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>"She might not want rescuing y'know, she might just want to be put out of her misery."
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"You might be right."
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>You had more unanswered questions than answers now.
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>This was a waste of time.
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>No, it wasn't.
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>You found something about Applejack, and that was Applebloom.
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"Keep whatever you can get for the stuff, see you around."
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>Wire doesn't more and stares at you.
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>"Adios."
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>The cold air outside breaths some life back into you.
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>Another police siren blares through in the far distance.
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>It only served to remind you how unsafe, how dangerous everything's become.
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>You needed to get back and get some answers from her.
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>It was the only way you could help her.
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>Before anything else happens.
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>
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>You take a couple steps outside before coming to a stop.
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>Something bugged you about Wire said.
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>What was it?
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>That people had come to him before to ask questions.
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>Then, perhaps, one of them might know something about Applejack or Applebloom.
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>They might've even have done something to them.
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>You still wanted to go back and check on Applejack.
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>But something stopped you.
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>It was something you couldn't put your finger on.
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>You turn and head back to Wire's.
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>If you could get the names of the ones that know about Applejack, you could do a little snooping.
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>Perhaps pay them a little visit.
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>You didn't plan on killing them, no, but perhaps you could convince Wire to help.
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>Hurting them might do them some good.
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>You turn another corner and head back along the alleyway, nearing the red door when you see that it's slightly opened ajar.
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>You could've sworn that the door had locked shut behind you when you left.
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>Did someone else go in?
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>Things weren't adding up.
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>You enter the building, this time without presence of the buzzer.
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>The corridor is still the same, red and quiet yet eerily different altogether.
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>You listen out for any sounds, of anyone or anything else inside the building.
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>But there was nothing.
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>You approach the main room and open it, entering the sound of fans and air conditioners again.
-
>The smell of cigarette smoke still clings to the air though Wire is nowhere to be seen.
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>You slowly walk up towards the desk again, hoping to find him jumping out from behind it to scare you as a prank.
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>Then he'll laugh at you and slump back down into his chair.
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>But he's not there.
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>Where could he have gone?
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>Looking down at the desk, you inspect it.
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>There's a small sheet of glass with traces of white powder over it.
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>It looks like he's done a couple lines since you left.
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>Your eyes fall onto an opened pill bottle lying on its side, with several white pills spilled out.
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>Picking one up and examining it, you're curious about its unique shape and size, and turn to the bottle.
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>There are medical warnings all over it.
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>One sticks out for you.
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>'Not for human consumption.'
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>Equine sedatives?
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>Why would he have these?
-
>Something loud happens in another room.
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>It sounded like something had fallen over or crashed into something.
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>You turn to the direction of the sound, facing the door he originally came through.
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>You could almost hear something else.
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>You strain your ears against the fans in the room.
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>Taking several steps to the door, you hold out your hand to grab the handle.
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>While looking down, you notice it.
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>White splotches on the floor.
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>Leaning down you take a closer look, there's trail stretching from behind the desk and continuing on through under the door.
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>You touch it with your fingertips, It's cold.
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>Taking a sniff out of it told you all you needed to know.
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>You stood up and faced the door.
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>Leaning against it, you can just about make out the voices on the other side.
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>You silently grip the door handle and slowly twist and push open the door.
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>The door opens silently.
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>It's another corridor, without any lights.
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>Stepping inside, you leave the door open in case you need to get out quickly.
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>The voices become louder and clearer as you approach the opening at the end of the corridor.
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>Voices moaning and grunting.
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>The air becomes heavy with the smell of musk.
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>There's a rhythmic slapping sound.
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>You sneak around the corner.
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>The sight you find pulls you out from behind the cover.
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>There's a naked figure, towering over something smaller.
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>His back is arched as he forcefully thrusts forwards and backwards.
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>You see a pair of yellow wings, flared open.
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>Between his legs is a pink tail, lying flat on the floor.
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>It was filthy, wet and unkempt.
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>"Ah, nh, hah."
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>You could the soft, gentle, female moans coming from the other figure.
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>"Pl-please, ah, n-no, no more- nh."
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>You snap out of it.
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"Hey!"
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>The figure stops and tilts his head back behind you.
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>"Come back to join in Anon?"
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"Wire?"
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>You couldn't make out his features before, but now with his head tilted back, you could see his shaved side.
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>You take a couple steps forward to get a good glimpse of the mare behind him.
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>She's been tied up to the wall with leather straps tightly wrapped around her hooves.
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"What are you doing?"
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>Looking down her legs are outstretched.
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>There's something silver and cold that shines in her wings.
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>Following your eyes, Wire grins wildly and starts thrusting into her.
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>"Nh- ah!"
-
>"Ah, allow me to introduce you to my new friend."
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"Wire, stop it-"
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>He traces his fingers along her wing tips and squeezes them, eliciting a moan.
-
>"Come now, I need you to focus for me."
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>"Ah, I'm, I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me-"
-
"I said stop it!"
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>You run up behind him and attempt to pull him off the mare.
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>But you're frozen still.
-
>Half lidded, cyan eyes look back up at you.
-
>You could smell her warm, sweet breath as she pants.
-
>Her fur is drenched in sweat, saliva and precum.
-
>Her marehood glistens between her legs.
-
>Emanating heat, her folds are swollen and a line of warm seed slowly drips out of her.
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"H-hey."
-
>Reaching out you try and free her from her restraints and touch something cold and hard.
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>It vibrates and flickers, sending the mare into another spasm.
-
>"Gah, nh!"
-
>You finally realise what it was.
-
>Dozens of needles were protruding out of her wings.
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>Her marehood winks violently at the intense sensation you just gave her.
-
>"Careful now."
-
>Wire's voice calls out behind you.
-
>You feel your legs give way as you're kicked and sent crashing to the floor.
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>A knife presses itself against the back of your neck.
-
>Looking up above you, you see him smiling past his erection.
-
>"You don't want to give her too much pleasure, it'll kill her y'know."
-
>Then, as though to allow you to spectate, he guides his manhood back into hers.
-
>As his head enters her slick folds, she moans and lifts her hips up.
-
>"You have to be gentle with her, isn't that right?"
-
>The pony sobs in a quiet voice.
-
>"Pl-please st-stop, I'll, I'll do anything you say."
-
>He clicks his tongue and leans over to her ears.
-
>"I could stop it, but where's the fun in rushing?"
-
>Blowing hot air into one of her ears, he bites down onto it.
-
>The yellow mare tries to twist her head to escape, only to let another gasp escape her.
-
>His free hand dances across her chest and stomach.
-
>It pokes and draws circles in her fur, before sliding down to her teats and slit.
-
>She squirms as Wire starts playing with her, tears streaming down her face.
-
>You get up to push him off, but he stomps down onto your head.
-
>"Patience Anon, I know how much you're just dying to help her."
-
"W-why are you doing this?"
-
>"Why, it's the only merciful thing to do for her."
-
>He punctuates his sentence with a deep thrust into her and forcefully pulls on her clit.
-
>Her tongue sticks out into the air and she tries to take another breath.
-
>"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!"
-
>She shouts.
-
>"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!"
-
>Wire cups her muzzle with a gentle, wet hand.
-
>"But my dear, sweet little pony, with all that you've experienced so far-"
-
>He takes away the knife and moves his hand behind him so you can't see what he's reaching for.
-
>"-with so much pain, agony and despair."
-
>He leans in close to her with sincere eyes.
-
>"I can only hope to give you this as a parting gift, the ultimate pleasure."
-
>He takes out a syringe filled with a clear liquid and waves it in front of her.
-
>Her eyes dilate.
-
>"NO. NO. STOP. PLEASE STOP!"
-
>He reaches out for her hoof and brings it up to the syringe.
-
>She squirms and screams, but it's all for naught as he pushes the needle deep into her sole.
-
>As he injects the clear liquid into her, it becomes clear what it's supposed to do.
-
>Her eyes roll back as she shudders.
-
>Her protests and moans become unintelligible.
-
>But he doesn't stop there.
-
>"Time for the grand finale."
-
>He gives you a smile and winks.
-
>He starts pumping her with new vigour, pulling her hips down onto his rod.
-
>You could see a change in her breathing, from a slow pant to quickened breaths.
-
>She's gasping for air.
-
>The sounds of their sexual organs collide, filling the entire room.
-
>His pace quickens and she squirms harder.
-
>"I-I'm nearly-"
-
>His breath hitches as he pulls her needled wings downwards with both hands.
-
>He releases deep inside of her.
-
>"AH! AH! AH!"
-
>Rope after rope hits her insides.
-
>She shudders after each hit in agonising ecstasy.
-
>Then, her breath hitches.
-
>"Ah, ah, ah."
-
>And then it stops.
-
>Her eyes stay open, staring into the darkness.
-
>Wire is panting with his head bent high, his hands still gripping onto her motionless wings like tight reins.
-
>"Goodbye my dear."
-
>He gracefully dismounts and allows her to fall limp in front of you.
-
>Her eyes now falls onto yours.
-
>You look away but you can't.
-
>You're drawn to a new sight.
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>A mix of white and red fluid drips down along her thighs from between her legs.
-
>"Now where were we-"
-
>You clamber on top of him and pull him down, pinning him against the cold floor.
-
>Rolling your hands into fists you bring them down onto his face.
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>You didn't care how you were punching.
-
>You just didn't want to see his face anymore.
-
>That smile.
-
>Blood spurts out from his nose as smash his face in.
-
>You start to hone in on his eyes when his hands shields them.
-
>Your punches don't get through.
-
>Instead of punching, you now grab onto his head and squeeze, before pulling his head back up and then back down onto the hard floor.
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>You repeat this violent motion a couple times, like you were trying to break through the floor.
-
>Then his legs pull up and wrap themselves around your waist.
-
>Before you could do anything, he pulls you back down and then onto your front.
-
>"Wow, I feel so woke right now."
-
>His hands reaches around your head as you struggle to free yourself from his sudden grip.
-
>He returns the favour and smashes your head against the floor.
-
>You try and struggle free but you're pinned down.
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>Smash.
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>The force rings through your entire head.
-
>You try shifting your body weight, but you're too weak, too disorientated at the moment.
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>Smash.
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>You think back to Applejack and how she was going to be left all alone.
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>Smash.
-
>In a desperate attempt, you fumble and pull something off him.
-
>It's the knife.
-
>He pauses and releases you, quickly jumping off your back.
-
>"Now, we're even."
-
>You could hear him take out a cigarette and light it up.
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>You stand up, staggering and turn around pointing the blade at him.
-
"What the fuck is wrong with you!"
-
>"I could say the very same to you, you should be grateful that I haven't smashed your head into the ground."
-
"You were raping her! And now she's fucking dead all thanks to you!"
-
>Wire shakes his head.
-
>"It was the only thing I could do for her, Anon."
-
"Bullshit."
-
>"It was the only kind thing anyone could do for her."
-
>"She was ill, Anon, better to have her die the way she did than for her to suffer."
-
"You didn't have to kill her like what."
-
>"What I gave her was the gift to forget everything, every sad thought or bad memory-"
-
>He grins.
-
>"-with pure, unadulterated pleasure."
-
"I should gut you right here."
-
>You thrust the knife into his direction.
-
>Wire, unthreatened by your action, brushes his hair back and spits blood out of his mouth
-
>"So, what brings you back?"
-
>"Was it because of Applejack?"
-
"What do you know about her?"
-
>"Like I said, what don't I know?"
-
>He looks over to the yellow pegasus pony on the side.
-
>You couldn't tell what he was thinking from his expression.
-
>"If you don't want Applejack to experience something like that, I suggest you quickly go back to her."
-
"What did you do?"
-
>He tilts his head at you.
-
>"That's just the thing, Anon, I didn't do anything."
-
>"When people are cruel, weak and twisted, you can't change them."
-
>You wanted to kill him right there, but the thought of something like that happening to Applejack made you think twice.
-
>You take one last look over to the pegasus.
-
>If what Wire said was true, there was no way you could've helped her.
-
>But it might not be too late for Applejack.
-
"I'm keeping this."
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>You slowly step out of the room.
-
"If I see you again, I'm going to kill you."
-
>"You're too kind for that Anon."
-
>His smile is the last thing you see as you run outside.
-
>Outside, you run past people.
-
>Some of them called out after you in alarm, probably because of the bruises you had over your face.
-
>You didn't care, you wanted to get back.
-
>Why didn't you head back in the first place?
-
>You reach that familiar alleyway when you spot the body lying on the cardboard again.
-
>He's still there.
-
>And he's dead, just like-
-
>The sight of all those needles jammed into her wings sends a chill down your back.
-
>You only make a couple of steps before you retch and empty your stomach out into the gutter.
-
>That acrid smell fills your nostrils again.
-
>The acid burns against your dry throat.
-
>Looking up with teary eyes, you can see your apartment close by.
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>Applejack.
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>
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>You arrive home and fumble for the keys in your pockets.
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>Jamming the keys into your lock you turn and pull it open.
-
>The air inside your apartment is still.
-
>It's quiet
-
>Your heart jumps a beat.
-
>You regret not taking your gun with you.
-
>Bracing yourself, you take a step inside.
-
"Applejack?"
-
>There's no reply.
-
>Dammit.
-
>Where is she?
-
>She couldn't have gotten out, or maybe someone took her.
-
>No stop it.
-
>Focus Anon.
-
>You need to look out for Applejack.
-
>Perhaps you could make it to your room and get your gun.
-
>It's a plan at the very least.
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>Thoughts of her gone creep in.
-
>You make it past the kitchen.
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>It's empty.
-
>There's a kitchen knife lying out on top of kitchen worktop.
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>You're reminded of the sharp needles.
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>Focus Anon.
-
>You keep a look out for anything strange.
-
>Seemingly keeping it under control, you move on.
-
>When you step into the living room, you spot an orange bundle lying down on the floor with a hat obscuring her face.
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>You feel your gut pull under.
-
"Applejack."
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>Not caring about leaving yourself wide open, you rush to her, scoop her and pull her into your arms.
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>The bundle seemingly comes alive with your touch.
-
>"Wha- Anon? Is that you?"
-
>Her southern accent is homely and sweet.
-
>She's okay.
-
"Thank god you're alright."
-
>Your hands wrap around her and hold her tightly in a hug.
-
>One of your hands finds itself resting on the back of her neck and your other hand finds itself pulling her in around her waist.
-
>"Ah-Anon?"
-
>You stay silent, slowly stroking her in your embrace.
-
>She smells a little of apples, but mostly sweat and dirt.
-
>Losing your composure, the nightmarish thoughts begins to resurface in your mind.
-
>You grip her tightly, afraid that if you were to let her go, you might never see her again.
-
>For the first time in ages you felt something that pull on your heart.
-
>And at the same time, it scared you.
-
>"Anon?"
-
>You're woken out of a trance and feel a hoof tapping you on your back.
-
>"Anon, yer kinda hurtin' me."
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"Ah, sorry Applejack."
-
>You release her slightly, just enough to get a good look at her.
-
>You wanted to make sure that you could put her face to memory.
-
>She raises an eyebrow as she looks at you.
-
>Her reaction forces you smile.
-
>"Ah! Gid offa me."
-
>She quickly pushes herself off you and looks away.
-
>"W-what?"
-
>"Yer doin' it again, an', yer actin' kinda strange Anon."
-
>She moves away from you and jumps onto a stool over in the kitchen.
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>"Ah know ah'm in no position to ask but, do ya have any food?"
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>Rubbing her stomach, she looks over to you.
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>"Ah'm kinda hungry."
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>Yes, you remember now.
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>You get up and walk over towards her, slinging the bag in front of her.
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"Here."
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>You take out and place the apples and the apple pastries in front of her.
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>Her eyes instantly takes to the apples, tilting her head as she examines them.
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>"What kinda apples are these?"
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>They were just apples.
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"I'm, uh, not sure."
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>She rolls one around on the table top.
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"Are they bad?"
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>She turns at your with a distinct look in her eyes.
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>Something that could've been pride or shock.
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>"They're, they're fine, ah guess."
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>It surprises you when she picks it up in her hooves and starts to eat it.
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>She only glanced and sniffed at the pastries.
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>She's almost like a small child.
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>"Is, is there somethin' ya want from me?"
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>You're taken out of your trance once again.
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"I was just, uh, looking at you, eating."
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>"Uh-huh."
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>She finishes the apple whole and quickly goes through another one in silence.
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>You want to strike up conversation but there's nothing you could start on for what you wanted to talk about.
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>She wipes her muzzle with her hoof and turns to you.
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>"Thank ya mast-"
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>Applejack stops herself and ears fold down in embarrassment.
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>"Ah mean!"
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>She bites her lip.
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>"Thank yer, Anon."
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>You're beginning to notice this habit of hers, calling you 'master', which makes you curious.
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>But your mind was already troubled.
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>There was still the incident with Wire and that poor mare.
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>You grimace and grit your teeth.
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>You were unsure of Applejack's past.
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>You had to keep her safe.
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>And you had no idea what might happen.
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>"Anon?"
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>You look up at her.
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>"If yer got somethin' yer wanna say, just say it."
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>Jumping back onto the floor, she hunches her back.
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>"Ah'm not used to bein' 'treated' like this.
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"I, I don't know how to say it-"
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>You pause.
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>"As far as ah know, ah'm just a slave. So yer can quit pretendin'."
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>"Yer keep smiling at me, like yer tryin' be all kind to me."
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>"But ah've seen what yer kind do, ah know, ah've-"
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>She becomes very still.
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>Feeling worried you circle around her.
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"Applejack?
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>Crouching down to her level, you notice that she's trembling.
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>She's tightly shut her eyes.
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>You reach out to stroke her.
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>They open at your gentle touch, revealing small tears in the corners of her eyes.
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"Sorry."
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>"Ye ain't"
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>Shaking her head she looks at you with a frown.
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>"So, what do yer want me to do?"
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>"Yer told me to stay put, an' that's what ah did."
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>"Ah, ah'm tired an' ah don't want any more trouble."
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>She points a hoof to the kitchen.
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>"Ah don't think ah'll be able to cook anythin' other than apples but if yer want me to, ah'll do it."
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>"If yer want me to clean up the place, ah'll do what ah can."
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>Her head scans around the room.
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>"Ah'm just an earth pony, so ah don't know what yer expectin' of me."
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>"Ah'm better with hard work though ah don't expect yer got any apple trees that need buckin'."
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>She tenses up.
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>"An' if yer want, 'that', ah won't fight."
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>Her voice is bitter.
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>"Ah won't complain."
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>"Not anymore."
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>She shuts her eyes once again and looks to one side, as though she was expecting to be hit.
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>She flinches when you move your hand.
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>You reach up and gently stroke up cheek.
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>You try and think of something to say but there's only one thing you could think of.
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"Sorry."
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>She's silent.
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>"Don't be."
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>You feel her warmth coming from her cheek.
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>She doesn't move, seemingly adapting to the situation.
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>"At least."
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>Her voice is low, almost inaudible.
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>"At least yer kind to me."
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>"Ya ain't done anythin' bad to me just yet."
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>"Though ah still don't know why ya don't."
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>Slowly and surely, she leans into and nuzzles your hand.
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>Just as Wire said, the pieces were slowly coming together.
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>Her distrust of your kind, of you yourself.
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>Her lack of hope and despair.
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>And yet, you still wanted to help her.
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>To somehow prove her wrong.
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"It'll be okay."
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>The next moment, you feel something touch your lips.
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>Her hoof presses against them.
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>Looking past it, there's a sad look on her face and just as quickly as it happened it was gone.
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>"Thank fer trying."
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"Listen."
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>You clear your throat.
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"I want to help you, but you've gotta help me."
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"We need to be honest with each other, okay?"
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>She seemingly nods.
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"Tell me."
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>You take another deep breath.
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"Tell me about the time you came here."
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>
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>Applejack fell silent.
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>She pulls back and scrunches her face.
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>"Wh-why do yer wanna know?"
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>She looks at you with a questioning glance.
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"Because-"
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>'I just witnessed someone killing one of your kind.'
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>But you couldn't say that to her.
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>You were paranoid that someone was outside, spying on the apartment.
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>No one ever came over though, because you had no one to invite.
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>Not in this place.
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>The thought that she could be taken from you put you on edge, especially now that Wire knows.
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>Your hands were already rolled into fists.
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>You couldn't let it show that you were angry.
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>That you were afraid.
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>You were probably already failing to hide it.
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>You just didn't want to scare Applejack.
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>But perhaps, maybe, it was the only way.
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>You let out a frustrated sigh and spoke to her.
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"I was out looking for information on you."
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>Your words seem to put her into a trance.
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"But there was a lot that I didn't understand."
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"About the portals."
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"Or how you ended up on the streets."
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>You pause.
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"But I found a document on you."
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>She doesn't respond.
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"It didn't tell me much, only that you have a brother and that you used to work on a farm."
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>You sneak a look at her when you speak again.
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"The curious thing was that it mentioned that they found another someone else."
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>She jolts and her expression drops.
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>Anger swells behind her voice.
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>"It ain't any of yer darn business!"
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>She pushes back against your arms with a new strength.
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>You wouldn’t have imagined it with her small stature but it was enough to topple you over.
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>She slips away from underneath your grasp.
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>Before you could get a hold of her, two hooves violently push you away.
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>You fall over and land hard.
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>What had set her off?
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>What had gotten her all aggressive?
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>Was it because of her family?
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>She had only mentioned her grandmother, brother and-
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>The pieces were falling into place.
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>You remembered when she called out for a Applebloom, no matter how brief it was.
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>And how she lied about it being a place.
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>It was unique name, much like hers.
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>The name didn't even show up on the map you saw at Wire's place either.
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>It must have been her sister that they had found.
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>But then-
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"What happened Applejack? What happened to Applebloom?"
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>Her eyes shoot wide open.
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>She shakes her head side to side as though she was trying to dispel whatever thought or memory had taken over.
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>There was no information as to what had happened afterwards.
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>Not in the databases.
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>But it couldn't have been something good.
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"Applejack, answer me."
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>"Ah, ah don't know."
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"What do you mean you don't know?"
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>"Ah, can't remember."
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"Don't you remember anything?"
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>She clamps her eyes shut and shouts.
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>"Stop askin' me! Aren't yer listenin' to me? Ah can't."
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>You fall silent.
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>"Ah keep tellin' ya ah can't. An' yer keep askin'."
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>She stares at you with still eyes.
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>"Why won't yer leave me alone."
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"I took you in, all I'm doing is asking questions. And this is how you treat me?"
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>"An' ah didn't ask fer yer savin'. An' ah didn' ask fer this."
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"Do you think any of those men from that night would care?
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>She grits her teeth.
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>"No."
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"You'd be treated like a slave, beaten or worse, you'd be dead."
-
>"Don't ya think ah already know that?"
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>Applejack lashes out at you, slamming her hoof onto the floor.
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>"An' what do yer think ah should do?"
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>"Ah pray to Celestia every night fer a new mornin'."
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>"An' each day, it's been the same ever since we've got 'ere."
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>"Ah, ah'm tired Anon."
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>"Ah'm scared."
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>She starts rubbing her cheek with her hooves
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>Tears being to stain her fur.
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>You, you probably deserved that.
-
>She's had a tough time, probably harder than you could imagine.
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>Yet you want to help make things better, no matter how small.
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"You, you still have me."
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>"So is that why yer took me in?"
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>She gives off a half hearted laugh.
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>Did you just mess up?
-
>"Yer think ya some kinda knight in shinin' armour?"
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>She places one hoof over towards you, prompting you to look her in the eyes.
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>Her tone shifts.
-
>"Do yer want me Anon? Is that it?"
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>What was once filled with fear, confusion and sorrow was now replaced with something else.
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>Half lidded, sultry eyes.
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>This was not the Applejack you knew.
-
>She took another slow but steady step towards you.
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>"Yer can be rough with me, ah can take it."
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"Applejack?"
-
>This wasn't like her.
-
>"Ah saw the way ya was smilin' at me."
-
>Before you knew it, she was on top of you.
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>"Yer like them others, y'all sayin' them same things."
-
>Her hooves were resting on top of your shoulders.
-
>"But when it comes down to it, y'all just want one thing"
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>Her face was now only inches away from yours.
-
>"Ah can make yer feel good."
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>She pushes herself onto you, touching her lips touch with yours.
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>You feel her warmth and can taste the sweetness of her lips.
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>You resist her tongue trying to gain entry.
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>Pulling back, she looks at you with an unsure smile.
-
>"This is what yer want, right Anon?"
-
>She goes back into the kiss, this time pushing her tongue into your mouth.
-
>For that brief moment, you give in and push your tongue against hers.
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>Your tongues meld and play with each other.
-
>Her tongue is hot and wet.
-
>Your arms wrap around her small body and embrace her.
-
>No.
-
>None of this feels right though.
-
>You pull out of the kiss.
-
"Stop it."
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>A look of shock and confusion spreads across her face.
-
>Her lust ridden eyes have disappeared, instead the fearful eyes
-
>"A-Anon?"
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>You raise your hand which causes her to flinch and cower.
-
>She stops as your hand rests on top of her head.
-
"I don't want you doing, whatever, that was."
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>The knot you felt in your stomach seems to loosen.
-
"I didn't save you because I wanted to do that to you."
-
>You couldn't quite put it into words, it wasn't any sense of justice but more an act of defiance.
-
"It was just the right thing to do."
-
>Applejack slowly nods.
-
>"Is that so."
-
>She bit her lower lip and looked to the side.
-
>"Anon, will yer really help out a complete stranger like me?"
-
>She pressed a hoof against her other foreleg.
-
>"Be honest with me, ah really need to know if ah can trust ya."
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>Without speaking, you pull her into a hug and squeeze her.
-
>Words could only do so much.
-
"Yeah."
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>You feel a shiver go through her body.
-
>"Yer, yer really mean that?"
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>You give her another squeeze before letting her go.
-
"I do."
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>You could see a few tears in her eyes as she looks up to you.
-
>"Yer quite the fella, y'know that?"
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>A small smile escape her lips.
-
>A genuine expression, which sets something off inside of you and forces a cough out of you.
-
"I'm nothing really, otherwise I wouldn't be in a place like this."
-
>You gesture around your apartment.
-
>"Still, ah don't think ah've met anypony like ya."
-
>She looks down.
-
>"Not here anyway."
-
>You speak in quiet voice.
-
"Do you honestly not remember anything about Applebloom? After you arrived?"
-
>She remains in the same pose.
-
>She nods.
-
>You take a deep breath.
-
>Your chest still aches from before.
-
"Like where did you go? Who took you in? What did they look like?"
-
>Applejack doesn't flinch but instead looks towards the entrance.
-
"Anything, anything at all?"
-
>You could barely hear her voice.
-
>"Ah, ah meant it when ah said ah couldn't remember."
-
>You pat her on the back of her neck this time.
-
>"There was a place, a place that ah remember bein' with Applebloom."
-
>"An', it felt so real, like it this was all just a nightmare an' that we were really back together again, like home."
-
>"There was fields an' blue skies outside an' the sound of a lake outside."
-
>"She was right there Anon, ah could touch her an' hold her, like ah've always done."
-
>"An' then-"
-
>She froze.
-
>"An' then-"
-
"Applejack?"
-
>"An' then-"
-
>You stay silent, waiting to see if there's anymore.
-
>Her whole body shakes.
-
>Tears start fall down her cheeks.
-
>You try your best to snap her out of it.
-
"Applejack, it's okay."
-
>"An' then it ends there Anon. Ah, ah can't remember what happened next."
-
>She clamps her head in between her hooves.
-
>"No matter how much ah try, ah just can't."
-
>"Ah want to remember but ah can't!"
-
>"Ah'm worried sick about her, an' ah miss her so much."
-
"It's okay, you've told me enough for now."
-
>"Anon?"
-
"There's still time, perhaps."
-
>You stand up, prompting Applejack to also stand up.
-
>But she's unsteady and almost trips, clinging onto your leg for support.
-
>"Ah, wha-"
-
"Hey what's wrong?"
-
>"Ah, my legs."
-
"Seriously?"
-
>She shakes her head.
-
>Damn.
-
>You scoop her up into your arms.
-
"You were fine earlier on."
-
>"Ah, ah know, but ah-"
-
>You watch as Applejack tries to move her legs.
-
>You had a sinking feeling in your gut.
-
>This was some sort of psychological condition.
-
>You remembered reading up about dogs and how they could have been conditioned under abuse.
-
>But now things were getting worse.
-
>This is going to affect your chances of escaping with her if anything happened.
-
"Shit."
-
>"Anon?"
-
"Listen, something happened before I got back."
-
>You look at her dead in the eyes, for as long as you could bear.
-
"Something, horrible, happened."
-
>"Is that-"
-
>She looks at you with a slight hesitation.
-
>"Is that why yer face is so beat up?"
-
>You fall silent.
-
>So she did notice.
-
>You thought you were doing a good job of hiding it.
-
>Guess you weren't as strong as you thought you were.
-
>Probably not strong enough to look after yourself and her.
-
>Your hands were still tightly gripping onto her shoulders.
-
>Maybe she was hurt, scarred by her experiences.
-
>But denying the truth won't help either of you.
-
>Releasing your grip onto her.
-
"Listen, we might not be able to stay here anymore."
-
>
-
>You look out through the slit in the apartment window curtains.
-
>The sun was beginning to set outside.
-
>The sky was of an orange hue, dulled by the constant city smog drifting through the air.
-
>As the minutes went by, the darkness soon smothered the orange light until it was no more.
-
>You turn to the pony slave before you.
-
>Applejack.
-
>She was only a slave in name though, or so you'd like to think.
-
>Her history was, patchy at best, and what you know was a mess.
-
>She wasn't exactly free either.
-
>Not in this place.
-
>You've already spent too long talking with Applejack.
-
>There was no way you'd be able to make it safely out.
-
>Not at this time.
-
>You weren't sure whether or not there were any running trains heading out of the city by now.
-
>It was dangerous being out in the streets at night as it is.
-
>Who knows how many people were going to get mugged tonight.
-
>You look down at Applejack in front of you.
-
>There was no chance that you'd be able to take her outside, even if you put a leash on her, no one would mistake her for a dog.
-
>"Anon?"
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>You turn to face the apartment's front door.
-
>She did a good number on it and left plenty of marks and dents on it, including smudges of her own dried blood.
-
>"Ah, ah we goin' be alright?"
-
>Her eyebrows are raised up.
-
"I don't know who we're dealing with, so we need to be careful."
-
>You speak out to Applejack.
-
>It was only a half-truth.
-
>You knew Wire, and that's what made you afraid.
-
>You don't want her to ever see him.
-
>"Do we hafta leave?"
-
>Her eyes look up at you, trying to discern any possible answer before you gave one.
-
>Her tail lay around her, wrapped around her hooves.
-
>You don't say anything to her as you think through your options.
-
>What can you do?
-
>If you stayed, you'd both be sitting ducks.
-
>Not even your gun could save the two of you.
-
>You've long thought that you'd end things with a bang.
-
>But not when things were beginning to look different.
-
>If you left, where would you go?
-
>No, that's not the right question.
-
>If the two of you left, where could the two of you go together?
-
>Renting motel rooms was out of the question.
-
>It would leave a trail, but not only that, all your money would quickly dry up.
-
>You could take her far away into the forest north of the city.
-
>But what then?
-
>You couldn't survive off a few days' worth of supplies.
-
>And you weren't much of a hunter gatherer.
-
>You weren't much of anything, actually, so you doubt you'd be able to help Applejack much.
-
>Maybe Applejack would do fine by herself.
-
>You imagined her left abandoned in the wilderness all by herself.
-
>How'd she'd handle herself by walking deeper into the forest and away from human civilisation.
-
>Away from human hands.
-
>Then, in all of that wondering and thinking, a place crept into your mind.
-
>A place so dark, so buried deep beneath your memories that you thought you'd have forgotten it entirely.
-
>That it was simply a thing left in the past.
-
>But it was there.
-
>And you wanted to be anywhere but there.
-
>Your focus snaps back to Applejack.
-
"If, if we stay, there's no telling when someone might break in."
-
>Applejack looks nervously towards the apartment door.
-
"And even if we went on the run, there's only so much time before we'd get caught."
-
>You kneel down, half in trying to get a better understanding from your pony friend and the other half in steadying yourself.
-
"Tell me Applejack, what do you want to do?"
-
>Your question surprises her.
-
>"Yer, yer askin' me?"
-
>Applejack leans towards you.
-
>"Ah, ah dunno 'bout anythin' Anon."
-
>Her voice is lacking in confidence.
-
>"Ah mean ah'm happy yer wanna help me out an' all."
-
>She turns to you this time.
-
>"Maybe ah'm just gettin' on an' ah should be grateful that ah met ya."
-
>In turn, you slowly look into her eyes.
-
>What was she getting at?
-
"What are you trying to say?"
-
>"It's nice tah hear those mighty nice things yer said earlier an' all."
-
>One of her hoofs paws at the ground.
-
>"But ah, ah think yer done enough, ah'm just a slave after all."
-
>Her hoof stops moving.
-
>"Ah'm just a pony at that too."
-
"Are you saying you I shouldn't care?"
-
>Applejack doesn't reply, instead she looks afraid.
-
>Probably afraid that she's upset you, that she spoke back at you.
-
"If it were just me, it wouldn't matter what happens to me."
-
>One of her ears twists towards you, as though she was expecting some sort of reply.
-
>You spoke like it was matter of fact.
-
"That's the honest truth."
-
>You smirk to yourself.
-
"Perhaps we're walking down the same path. The destination is all the same."
-
>But her voice, no matter how small it was, spoke out to you.
-
>"It would."
-
>You pause.
-
>"It would matter tah me."
-
>She looks up at you with something in her eyes.
-
>Something glistens and shines.
-
>You grunt at her, half out of discomfort and embarrassment.
-
"We'll see about that."
-
>"If yer fine with me."
-
>She takes a moment to find strength in her words.
-
>"We can do this together, just you an' me pardner-"
-
>Applejack scrunches.
-
>"Ah, sorry, ah didn' mean tah say, it's not like that-"
-
>She cuts herself off and slumps back down.
-
>There's a slight blush running across her face.
-
"Well, thank you I guess? No one's really said that."
-
>At the same time, you felt something funny on the inside.
-
>It wasn't something you plan on getting used to though.
-
>Though, she called you her 'pardner'.
-
>Huh.
-
"I could use your help, with this little fella here."
-
>You make the shape of a pistol out of your hand and wave it in the air.
-
"Maybe we could have a great old stand off?"
-
>You smirk again.
-
>She looks at you with a somewhat perplexed look again.
-
>She probably didn't even understand the reference.
-
>Coughing you clear your throat.
-
"So what do you think would give us the best chance?"
-
>She thinks for a while before coming up with a reply.
-
>Even then, she's slow and hesitant in coming up with the words.
-
>"Is there, is there, anywhere that we can go?"
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>You nod.
-
>So that's the answer.
-
>The odds were stacked against you.
-
>You really didn't want to go back there.
-
>But what choice did you have?
-
>What choice have you ever had?
-
>You somberly stand up and head back towards your room.
-
>You manage to find and pull out a rucksack and large duffel bag from the closet just as the following hoofsteps stop by the doorway.
-
>Looking back over your shoulder, Applejack silently watches you from afar.
-
>She reminds you of a dog.
-
>The way she sits like some sort of guard dog.
-
>But that's where the similarities end.
-
>Where one had confidence, she had none.
-
>If there was one thing, it was her eyes.
-
>Those haunting green eyes.
-
>Intently staring at you.
-
>Perhaps you were her only hope.
-
>Perhaps this was something that only you could do to help.
-
>You ignore her presence and go around the room, grabbing what little money you had secretly stashed about.
-
>Notes folded into old books, hidden inside old shoeboxes and cases.
-
>Along the way, you throw some layers into your bags, some shirts and some thick jumpers.
-
>For reassurance, you reach underneath your pillow to make sure your handgun was where you left it.
-
>It was still there.
-
>You had another magazine with some extra ammo stashed in the closet, which you took and threw into your rucksack.
-
>You mentally go through everything.
-
"That's everything."
-
>Throwing the bags by the bedroom door, you turn to face your silent companion.
-
"You ok?"
-
>She seems distracted and almost comes out of a trance when you speak out to her.
-
>You watch her as she slowly comes over towards you, before gingerly placing a hoof onto your thigh.
-
>"Applejack?"
-
>"Ah, ah just wanna make sure, that you, that this, that this is real."
-
>Her hoof presses firmly onto your thigh.
-
>In return you step back and place her hoof into your hand.
-
"Of course I'm real, I'm right here."
-
>You thumb her hoof, feeling the smoothness of her sole.
-
>She shakes her head before letting off a small smile as she looks up at you.
-
>Then her ears fold down.
-
>Her smile disappears.
-
>You freeze.
-
>Your hand tightens around her hoof.
-
>Someone is knocking at the front door.
-
>You motion to Applejack with a raised finger to your lips to keep quiet.
-
>But you're not sure if she'll even understand you.
-
>Her eyes weren't in focus.
-
>She was in shock.
-
"Hey, Applejack, snap out of it."
-
>You give her a slight nudge with your hand which brings her back a little.
-
>"Ah-Anon? Wha-what are we gonna do?"
-
"Shhh. Keep quiet."
-
>You motion over to the closet.
-
"Hide in there and don't make a sound."
-
>You push her gently but firmly towards the closet.
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"If something happens, run."
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>"Wha-what about you?"
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>You reach underneath your pillow and pull out your handgun.
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"I'll make do."
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>Standing up, you slide your piece behind your back.
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>
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>Applejack obediently hides at the back corner of the closet.
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>Making sure that the closet door wasn't fully closed, you step out into the corridor.
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>Applejack would be safe for a while.
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>Now the question remains of who was at the front door.
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>You wrack your brain thinking about who it could be.
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>There was that hobo a while back.
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>It couldn't have been him.
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>You've only seen each other by coincidence.
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>And each time you turned him away when he begged for scraps.
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>Was this a consequence for your actions?
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>You're filled with a growing sense of trepidation with each and every step you take.
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>The apartment becomes deathly silent as you strain your ears to hear anything from beyond the front door.
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>It was also the only safe way out of the apartment.
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>The only other way was jumping out the apartment window.
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>And that wasn't a very promising escape.
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>Another series of knocks breaks your line of thinking.
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>This time though, you can hear a single voice call out from behind it.
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>"Anon."
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>Wire.
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>That's Wire's voice.
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>That bastard was here.
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>But why was he here?
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>And how did he get here?
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>You peer through the peephole.
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>Sure enough, he was standing there on the other side.
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>He looks rough though.
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>What was he doing here.
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>Was he here for Applejack?
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>You feel your stomach tighten at the thought of what he did.
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>You grit your teeth.
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>He appears to be alone.
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>But you can't be too sure.
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>"Anon."
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>He calls out to you again.
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>"I know you're in there."
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>Taking a final glance back down the corridor, you make a mental image of where Applejack and where your stuff was.
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>You wanted to, no, you needed to protect her.
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>But why would he have come here all alone?
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>Taking a step back you pull out your handgun from behind your back.
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>You imagine where Wire would be from behind the door and take aim.
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>The door itself was hollow.
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>You would be able to fire off a few rounds.
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>Hopefully enough to end his life.
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>Your hand grips tightly around the pistol grip.
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>Your finger twitches at the trigger.
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>The cold hard surface and heavy weight of the gun feels reassuring in your grasp.
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>You could kill him right now.
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>Wire, the very person standing outside, needed to answer for his actions.
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>But a thought crosses your mind.
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>You needed him to answer you directly, otherwise you might never know the truth.
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>As to what had caused him to kill a mare.
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>And, perhaps, with the answer, it would make things safe again.
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>You needed to decide.
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>Your hand trembles as you reach out towards the door handle.
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>If you were wrong, however, everything you've done would be for nothing.
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>Swallowing you make up your mind.
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>You unlock the door and pull open the door.
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>Wire is standing aloof, expressionless, as you aim the barrel at him.
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>"Anon?"
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>He's wearing the same clothes as he did earlier on and with the same undeniable smell.
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>Though, there are fresh bruises across his arms and face.
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>Dried patches of blood stain his collar.
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>This doesn't look good.
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"What are you doing here Wire."
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>You don't care for any greetings.
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>Wire flinches, then pass it off by smiling at you.
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>"C'mon you know me-"
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"Cut the bullshit."
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>You push the gun forward.
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>Wire falls back into his expressionless state.
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"I told you before, if I see you again-"
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>"You'll do what? Shoot me?"
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>He stares at you, unafraid of your threat.
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>You press the question again.
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"What are you doing here."
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>His eyes look down at the gun.
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>"I, I need your help man."
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>He was looking for help?
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>You shake your head, why would he come to you for help?
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>He tries to take a step forward but is stopped by your raised gun.
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>You do not want him any closer to you.
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"Help? Why should I."
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>"I, it was pretty fucked up what happened earlier on."
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"Fucked up? That's all you want to call it?"
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>"Listen man."
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>Wire starts scratching at his arm.
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>"You know me, I don't do stuff like that."
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"It's been years since I last saw you."
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>"Listen, she, she was on her way to someone else, they wanted me to clean her up."
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>They?
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>"You weren't around man, you couldn't possibly know what they do to them."
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>"They would've just, just used her until, until she-"
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>He falls silent.
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>But you notice his hand, his fingernails digging into his arm.
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>Whatever it was, it really got to him.
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>"They're a lost cause Anon. They should have never come here."
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"You murdered her."
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>He tries to take another half step towards you.
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>"I did the only thing I could, I freed her!"
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>You push the gun more forcefully into his chest trying to get him to back off.
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>He almost sounded happy saying that.
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>His smile, made you to grit your teeth together in disgust, in anger.
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>Your finger started pulling the trigger, millimetre by millimetre.
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>"N-now they're pissed, like fucking pissed off at me."
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>"I, I need your help man."
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>He tries to look past your shoulder and into the apartment.
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>"It's Applejack, right? I saw you look her up on the computer."
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>Shit.
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>He smiles as he says her name.
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"There's no pony here."
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>"Anon, you're a terrible liar."
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"Can't help you with that."
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>He looks at you with something new in his eyes, was it new vigour or malice?
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>You try to eye him up without batting an eye.
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>"But okay, if you say so. If you won't help me, then just help me with this."
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>Huh.
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>His expression softens.
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>"Here."
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>He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something in his left hand, revealing a white folded note wedged between his two fingers.
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>"You'll know when to call."
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>He thrusts his hand towards your chest, pointing you with the note.
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>You grab it without looking away from him.
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"If you're planning anything, Wire I swear-"
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>"You'll shoot me? Again, you keep saying the same thing."
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>His smile cuts you off.
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>"But I told you before Anon, you're far too kind for that."
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>He takes a step back with his hands up in the air.
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>"Say hi to Applejack for me and remember, whatever happens, don't lose that note."
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>You follow him with your gun as he turns his back to you, feeling your finger on the trigger pull ever so slightly.
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>You stand there at the front doorway, watching him make his way out down the staircase and out into the alleyway, until you couldn't see him anymore.
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>His loud footsteps on the iron staircase fade away into that city background.
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>He had a gait to his walk, something that only hinted that his injuries were more serious than you first thought.
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>You close and lock everything on the door, sliding your back against it in exhaustion.
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>The gun that once felt reassuring in your hand now pained it, your tight grip left impressions on your hands as though you were branded by it.
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>You almost shot him.
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>But would that have been a bad thing?
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>You let out a large breath of air and as though on cue, your body starts shaking.
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>A wave of nausea washes over you, making you feel sick to the stomach.
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>You shut your eyes, hoping to ride out the moment.
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>It was only when you felt a tapping on your shoulder that you opened your eyes up again.
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>"Yer alright Anon?"
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"A-Applejack?"
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>
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>You were somewhat surprised at seeing Applejack out of the closet.
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>"Sorry Anon, ah, ah know what you said-"
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"What if he had seen you!"
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>Your mind races through the different scenarios of what could've happened.
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>If she had left her hiding spot a minute earlier she would have been seen.
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>And none of it was good.
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"Did you hear what I said?"
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>She flinches at your tone of voice.
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>"But ah heard them noises, an' then ah saw you-"
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>Her tail had become very still and her ears were folded back.
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>"Ah was worried that somethin' happened to yer."
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>You could see the start of tears appearing at the corner of her ears.
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>You shouldn't be angry with her but you couldn't help it.
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>In the end, she was just concerned about you.
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>With a free hand, you slowly reach up and stroke her behind her ears.
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>You sigh, quietly speaking.
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"Thank you."
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>She freezes from your touch, probably still nervous about your actions and of your touch.
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>But she still stays beside you and doesn't run.
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>You remain sitting on the floor as you stroke Applejack's ear.
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>Feeling calm and relaxed, you shut your tired eyes again.
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>You listen to your own breathing and focus on touching Applejack, feeling the warmth and the softness of her ear.
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>After a while of quiet, you hear a loud rumble in the air.
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>You open your eyes again to see a blushing Applejack.
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>Her eyes dart between the floor and yours.
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>"S-sorry Anon, ah'm, ah'm kinda hungry."
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"I see."
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>You didn't feel very hungry.
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>Then again, you've developed an irregular diet of eating junk food, whenever and wherever you wanted.
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>She most likely didn't get to eat much because of her situation.
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>In contrast you were poor and didn't care to make your own food.
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>You grunt as you stand up, your body feels heavy, tired and weak.
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>You steady yourself by resting your arm against the wall, and soon enough something else helps you from the side of your leg.
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>Applejack leans up and against your leg in an attempt to help you stay steady.
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>She looks up at you with concern in her eyes.
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"C'mon, let's go to the kitchen."
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>You both head over to the kitchen where you then go to the fridge and pull it open.
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>There's nothing in there that looks edible, at least for her.
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>Remembering you might have some frozen stuff, you open the freezer door and sure enough find something.
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>You pull out the only frozen pizza you had.
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>'Hawaiian Delight'.
-
>Disgusting.
-
>Why did you pick this up and how long has it been in there?
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>Though if you just took out the ham slices, Applejack could have this, right?
-
>It didn't take you long to unwrap it and throw it into the oven.
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>While it was cooking, you sat down by the kitchen table.
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>You reminded yourself of your latest encounter with Wire and pulled out the folded note from your pocket.
-
>Just what was on this note that was so important?
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>You unfold it.
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>There was a number written on it, but it wasn't anything that you recognised.
-
>His words rang in your mind.
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>It just didn't add up.
-
>You spend a moment thinking back to the past, of people and places that you knew.
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>You came up with nothing.
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>Sighing, you pocketed it again and turned your attention to seeing where Applejack had went.
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>You found her lying down over by the sofa floor by her hat, affectionately touching its brim.
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>You take a moment and look at her, wondering she's been through.
-
>It felt like it was a part of herself that she was trying to mend.
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>Like a bruise you would rub hoping that it would get better and not hurt.
-
>If only it wasn't in the terrible state it was in.
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>The oven bell rings loudly from across the room.
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"C'mon, the pizza's ready."
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>You take the pizza out and roughly pull it apart into two slices, doing your best to separate out the toppings without burning your fingers.
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>You present the one half with nothing but the pineapple topping to Applejack while you kept the other one with all the ham on it.
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"Eat up."
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>She looks at her meal with a little confusion and apprehension.
-
>"Thank you."
-
>Nevertheless she still thanked you for it.
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>You go through your meal quietly and quickly.
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>It was just some cheap pizza after all.
-
>Applejack, however, was quite the opposite.
-
>She was taking her time with her pizza, though she did seem to enjoy the pineapple slices.
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>She'd pick up a single pineapple piece with her tongue and chew on it, though only having spent some time blowing on it to cool it down.
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>Her eyes would light up a little from the sweetness.
-
"Do you like it?"
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>She replies in a quiet voice.
-
>"It's alright."
-
>Not being able to hold the large pizza slice in her hooves, she bites onto the parts of pizza hanging off the plate.
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>You wait for her to finish eating, resting your elbows on the table.
-
>Minutes pass by and her chewing becomes slower.
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>She's starting to look sick.
-
>Eventually, she pushes the half-finished pizza away from her.
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>"Ah, ah think ah'm done Anon. Sorry ah couldn't finish it."
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>You look at how she tries to avoid eye contact with you.
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>You sigh.
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"It's okay, go get some sleep, we've got an early start tomorrow."
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>She nods and hops off the kitchen bar stool and seemingly makes her way towards the sofa.
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"No, not there."
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>She stops hoof in mid-air.
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"Go back into the closet."
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>She'll be safer there.
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>While you dump the unfinished pizza into the trash can you don't notice her when she quietly leaves the room.
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>At least she wasn't kicking up a fuss.
-
>This was it, right?
-
>Your last night here.
-
>Looking around the room, you wonder if there was anything that you'd miss.
-
>You've never really left this place for an extended while.
-
>More importantly, you wonder if there was anything that would leave a trail or give a hint.
-
>Nope.
-
>It was all in your head, the only other person that knows about where you're going is six feet under.
-
>So much for a home.
-
>You go around the apartment to double check that all the windows and front door are locked.
-
>Still feeling unsettled, you cautiously open and peer out of one of the side windows facing out into the alleyway.
-
>It's quiet outside, despite the constant noise of the city.
-
>You've always found the sound kept you on edge, kept you on guard.
-
>Only the rich could afford safe places, better windows and security.
-
>And what did you have?
-
>What could you afford?
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>Nothing.
-
>You pull your head back in and lock the window.
-
>It's even more quiet now inside the apartment.
-
>You turn off what kitchen lights were still working.
-
>The lack of lights never really bothered you before.
-
>You stumble over to the toilet to empty your bladder.
-
>Running water over your hands, you catch a glimpse of your own face in the bathroom mirror.
-
>You don't recognise the face in the mirror.
-
>A messy stubble and red, tired eyes of a stranger look back at you.
-
>Years of stress and neglect have cracked and broken down what should've been youth and happiness.
-
>What was there was not something you recognised.
-
>Uneasy feelings being to surface inside of you, forcing you to turn away and avoid looking at the mirror image.
-
>Better go get some sleep.
-
>You stagger back into your room and fall onto the bed, kicking off your shoes, socks and trousers onto the floor.
-
>The softness of the bed lures you into a false sense of calm, something that you consciously fight against.
-
>You need to wake up first thing tomorrow, as soon as daylight breaks.
-
>You hope you don't find yourself waking up dead.
-
>Just as you're about to laugh at the thought you feel something get onto the bed.
-
>You sit up and look around to find Applejack, standing at the base of the bed with one hoof on top of the mattress.
-
"What are you doing here?"
-
>"Ah, ah couldn't sleep."
-
"It's safer inside the closet."
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>Her eyes waver but she doesn't move.
-
>You wait for her to say anything else.
-
"Well?"
-
>"Please."
-
>She lowers her head.
-
>"Please don't force me back in there."
-
>She doesn't move.
-
>"Ah don't want to be in that room anymore."
-
>There was something more going on here.
-
>"Ah'll be good. Just, just don't put me back in there."
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>You get up to take a better look at her.
-
>She's visibly shaking now.
-
>Shit.
-
"Applejack."
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>She doesn't hear your voice and carries on talking in a small, quiet voice.
-
>"Please, ah can't, ah won't cause any trouble, please, ah-"
-
"Applejack."
-
>"Just don't put me back into that room."
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>You reach out and place a hand onto her shoulder.
-
-
"It's fine."
-
>Some life comes back in her eyes.
-
>"Anon?"
-
"Look, you'd be safer in the closet, I mean if anyone broke in they'd find me first."
-
>She nods and hangs her head.
-
>"Ah know, it's just, it's just, ah can't sleep in there."
-
"How come?"
-
>Her eyes look away from you.
-
>"Ah-"
-
>Her hoof rubs the same spot on top of the mattress.
-
>"Ah don’t like the dark. Ah-"
-
>You grip remains firm.
-
>"Ah-"
-
>This wasn't getting you anywhere.
-
>You sigh.
-
"Okay then, just cover yourself up."
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>You go to lie back down, pulling the duvet back over yourself.
-
>You hear Applejack slowly get up onto the bed and then settle down, causing the bed to bounce a little.
-
>"Yer sure Anon?"
-
"It's fine."
-
>You reply.
-
>You stay awake, wondering if she's finally settled and gone to sleep.
-
>Not hearing anything, you close your eyes and try to get some sleep too.
-
>Just as you do so, you hear Applejack shuffling around under the duvet.
-
>She moves up through the duvet until her hooves finds themselves touching your back.
-
"Applejack?"
-
>"S-sorry Anon."
-
>You wonder what she's up to now.
-
"You ok?"
-
>She doesn’t speak straight away.
-
>"Could ah, could ah sleep with you."
-
"What?"
-
>"Ah, ah can't sleep so well on mah own."
-
>You're trying to think about what she meant.
-
>Wasn't she already in the same bed?
-
>"Anon?"
-
>You let out another sigh.
-
"It's alright."
-
>"Yer, yer sure Anon?"
-
>You grunt half in frustration, half in tiredness.
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"Yeah."
-
>Hearing your voice of approval, she presses herself up against your back.
-
>Her head digs down against your back.
-
>You couldn't really say if you felt comfortable sleeping like this but you don't say anything to her.
-
>You try and shut your eyes again to sleep.
-
>"Anon?"
-
>Your eyes open again.
-
"What."
-
>"Could yer-"
-
>She mumbles something you could hear.
-
>You were tired, tired enough to lash out at her but you had to deal with this.
-
>You were doing this for her.
-
"What is it?"
-
>"Could yer, hold onto me?"
-
"What?"
-
>She remains silent.
-
>"Just, just fer tonight. Ah'm-"
-
>She bites her own tongue, before continuing on in a quieter voice.
-
>"Ah'm scared."
-
>You reply quietly and softly.
-
"Alright, come over here."
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>You slowly turn over to face her.
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>It's awkward at first.
-
>You've always slept alone, by yourself.
-
>You were used to sleeping with the whole bed to yourself, even though it always ended up in you taking up one corner of the bed.
-
>Applejack shifts her body towards you.
-
>You can feel her hooves touch you, feeling for your arms and chest.
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>In likeness, your hands reach out and feel for her, sliding down onto her sides and brushing down along her soft fur.
-
>When you think she's comfortable with the new sleeping position, she shifts again, moving even closer towards you.
-
>Her forelegs reach out and brushes against your arm, forcing you to move your arm out of her way and let her foreleg rest against your side.
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>She tucks her head up against your chest and in between your arms.
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>Her hind legs intertwine and wrap around one of your legs, drawing her body close up to your lower half.
-
>The sudden closeness, the intimacy, made you feel uncomfortable.
-
>You wonder for an instance if she had planned to do this, if she had planned to keep on moving.
-
>People would do these things just to feel safe in desperate times.
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>But over time the awkwardness wore off, you were sensing that she was just getting into a comfortable position.
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>You hear her quietly speak out.
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>"Thank you."
-
>With your free arm, you slowly bring it down to brush her mane in a slow, gentle manner.
-
>You could feel her tense up at your touch though you were really hoping that you could calm her and yourself down at the same time.
-
>Joined together, you felt a new warmth you hadn't felt in a long time, if at all.
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>It was, pleasant.
-
>It was nice.
-
>And for that brief moment, you forget about all the horrible things that had happened.
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>Wire.
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>That mare.
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>None of that matters anymore.
-
>Right now, there was just you and Applejack, wrapped up together.
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>You opened up your tired eyes.
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>Looking down at the small bundle wrapped up against your arms and body it made you realise just how small and close she really was.
-
>You can smell the sweet scent of apples coming off her mane.
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>You can feel and hear her breathing against you in a slow, gentle pace.
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>Without thinking why, you pull her in against her arms, enough to feel the limits of her body, enough to know that she was really there with you.
-
>You hold her in that firm yet gentle embrace.
-
>Knowing that she wouldn't be going anywhere soon and neither would you.
-
>Soon enough, sleep takes you.
-
>
-
>Everything feels so slow, so sluggish.
-
>You try and focus on where you were or what you were doing.
-
>But it slips away from you.
-
>It's all blurred, as though someone had given you a hard knock to the head, or given you glasses smeared with Vaseline.
-
>Everything was messed up.
-
>Your hands unfurl and you let go of her neck.
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>You can still feel her warmth linger on your fingers.
-
>Her body lies still on the floor.
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>Her eyes stare back at you.
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>Those green eyes.
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>You hear a door slam in the distance.
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>Turning around, your eyes focus onto a painfully bright light.
-
>There's a bright flash and suddenly incredible pain sears throughout your body.
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>Your head shoots back and your mouth splits wide open as you try to scream.
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>It feels like your entire body was burning up.
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>
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>You wake up in a panic.
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>You pull out your gun from beneath your pillow and point it at the doorway.
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>No one's there.
-
>You swing your gun around to the window.
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>There doesn't seem to be anything there.
-
>Your eyes are sore and they sting, so you can't be certain.
-
>You remain still.
-
>Nothing happens.
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>You lower your gun back down.
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>Get it together Anon.
-
>It was just a dream, a nightmare.
-
>Your mind was racing and so was your pulse.
-
>Taking deep, slow breaths, you try and calm yourself down but your body is slow to catch up.
-
>You scan the room again, afraid that you might've missed something.
-
>Everything still looks the same.
-
>Looking over to the gap in the curtains the lack of light tells you that the sun hasn't risen yet.
-
>It must still be early.
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>That's right, you remind yourself.
-
>Today was the day.
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>You go to get up when you feel something stir in your arms.
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>Oh.
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>That's right, she was still here.
-
>One of her forelegs is draped over your stomach.
-
>Applejack shifts and rests her head on top of your chest.
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>Her eyes are still closed and she doesn't seem to be moving anymore.
-
>Guess she was still asleep.
-
>Seeing how peacefully she was sleeping made you hesitate.
-
>You needed to wake her up.
-
>You gently shake her shoulder.
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"Hey, wake up."
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>"Mmm."
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>One of her ears twitches.
-
"C'mon Applejack, we need to get going."
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>You start shaking her a little harder until you hear a sudden snort, prompting you to release your hold on her.
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>Her eyes flicker open and she rolls over onto her back, looking at you upside down.
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>"Mm is it mornin' already sugarcube?"
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>Her words come out slow and slurred.
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"It's me Applejack."
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>She pauses.
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>A steady blush creeps across her face as her eyes come into focus.
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"Good morning 'sugarcube'."
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>You grin and let out a small laugh at the cute gesture.
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>"Ah, ah wasn't awake."
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"Yeah, yeah, sure thing."
-
>You pull off the duvet covers, revealing your bare legs but also Applejack's body to the cold air.
-
>She scrunches her face and tries to cover her body.
-
>"Ah!"
-
"S-sorry."
-
>You were used to the cold, in fact it helped wake you up but you felt bad subjecting Applejack to the same experience.
-
>You can't help but notice how she's shivering now.
-
"Hang on."
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>You turn your back to her and rummage through your wardrobe, remembering that you had it thrown in there somewhere.
-
>It was an old pullover you got from a charity store.
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>You find it right at the bottom of a pile.
-
"Here we go."
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>You shake it a few times to get rid of the dust and whatever else was on it.
-
>The pullover was looked like something an grandpa would wear.
-
>Not to mention the warm cream shade it had was too soft for your liking.
-
>You bring it over to Applejack before helping to put it on her.
-
>"Wh-what's this?"
-
>Taking a step back, you look over her.
-
>The pullover compliments her, despite how oversized it was for her.
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"Warmer?"
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>She looks down at the fabric.
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>"Y-yeh, thank you."
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>She raises a hoof to smell it, only to stick out her tongue.
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>You let out a small laugh and go about getting changed.
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>Once done, you pick up the two bags by the bedroom door and carry them to the apartment's front door.
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>You quickly sneak a peek outside and to make sure it's all clear.
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>A breeze of cold morning air blows in through the gap in the door.
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>The sky was beginning to brighten up but it was still cold and dark outside.
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"C'mon, we need to go."
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>You stand by the front door, calling back out to Applejack.
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>She follows you and slows down to a stop.
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"What's wrong?"
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>"Are yer sure it's goin' be safe outside?"
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>You don't respond, knowing that there was always going to be some risk.
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>"It's just that, it was safe here and ah've been to so many places already."
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>She glances back up at you.
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>"Do we really have ta go?"
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>You sigh inwardly .
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>You couldn't really blame her, you might be the only person to have shown her any sign of kindness.
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>You kneel down to her level and comfort her.
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"Yeah we do, it'll be dangerous if we stay here. I know a place that'll be safe."
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>She looks at you with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
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>You take out the large duffel bag you brought with you and lie it down in front of her.
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>You pull down the zip and open it up, revealing a large empty space for her to get in.
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>"Yer, yer can't be serious."
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>She steps back on her hoof and gives you that look.
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"There's no other way, do you want to get spotted?"
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>"Well, no."
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"Then get in."
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>"Is, is there any other way?"
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>You shake your head.
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>"Oh, oh okay."
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>She slowly steps inside a hoof at a time.
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"Are you gonna sit?"
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>"N-no, w-wait."
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>She turns around to lie on her back with her hooves up in the air.
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"Alright I'm zipping it up"
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>"W-wait ah sec Anon. Just, just let me take ah moment."
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>She takes a look around the apartment one last time and freezes on one spot.
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>You follow her line of sight.
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>She's looking at the sofa where she first slept here.
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>Perhaps she'll miss this place more than you'll do.
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>"Thank yer Anon, I mean fer all that you've done."
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>She looks back at your face.
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>"Ah hope y'know what yer doin'."
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>You shrug.
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"Don't thank me yet, we'll see if anything happens first, then you can thank me."
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>She raises her eyebrows at you, before sighing and relenting.
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>"Guess it's now or never."
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>You pull the zip up to her face.
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"Just hold up in there."
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>You pull up the zip so that it just covers her body and most of her face, leaving a little gap for her.
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>You slip your backpack on before bending down and lift the large duffel bag with Applejack over your shoulder.
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>You grunt in the process.
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>It wasn't the most heaviest thing you've ever carried but it wasn't going to be easy.
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>You hear a quiet voice speak out from below you.
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>"Yer alright Anon?"
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>You can see a lone green eye peeking up at you from the gap in the zipper.
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"I'll be fine. Any problems you just tap alright?"
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>You look out the doorway as you feel an affirmative tap against your side.
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>With a small smile, you pull open the front door and step outside into the world.
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>You lock the door and walk down the same tired path, down the iron stairs and out through the alleyway.
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>The streets were quiet and calm.
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>To your relief, it was light enough now that you could walk through the otherwise dangerous alleyways.
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>Walking down the same streets for the last time didn't give you any sense of nostalgia.
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>You remember the shops you've been into and the few faces that have been around, but none of them bring you any joy.
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>The bus stop gradually comes into view.
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>
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>You slump down onto the bench, propping your duffel bag beside you as you wait for the first bus to arrive.
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>The overground train station was a ways off.
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>It would've been quicker to get there by the tube but that would've been just as dangerous.
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>What with all those gates and changes.
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>You exhale a breath of hot air out into the cold.
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"You doing alright in there?"
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>You speak out to the empty bus stop.
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>Placing your hand nonchalantly over the duffel bag, you grin as you feel Applejack give you an affirmative tap.
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"That's one tap for yes, two taps for no, right?"
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>There's another tap.
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>A short while later, you hear and finally see the bus coming along.
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"Alright this is it."
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>You wilfully slap the duffel bag, eliciting a gasp.
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"Sorry."
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>You step on and purchase a one way ticket to the station from the driver, though not without being scrutinised by him.
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>"You going on holiday or something bud?"
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>The driver asks as he hands you the ticket.
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>He was an old man, pudgy and had an unflattering moustache.
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>You decide to play along.
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"You know, I just woke up today and thought, fuck it, I'm going to Hawaii."
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>You walk past him and leave before he has a chance to reply to you only to hear his mocking laughter behind your back.
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>There's no one else on board at this time, much to your relief.
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>The less people that see you leave, the better.
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>You decide to take a seat near the back, parking your duffel bag on the window side seat.
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>There was no chance in hell that you were going to leave a space for that one passenger who will take the seat right next to you and talk to you.
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>The bus roars back to life and drives on.
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>It's a quiet journey, with frequently timed stops at empty bus stops and the occasional bump from the pothole in the road.
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>You're immersed by the passing scenery for a while before something in the corner of your eye catches your attention.
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>Looking back down at the duffel bag, you see an orange snout sticking out of the zipper gap.
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>You can see her nose taking in deep breathes.
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>It was adorable yet at the same time concerning.
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>You pull open the zipper to reveal Applejack's uneasy face.
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>Leaning down you talk to her.
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"You doing alright?"
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>"Ah, ah feel kinda sick."
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>She speaks in a quiet voice.
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>Not good.
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>It looks like motion sickness.
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"I can't let you out, do you think you can hold on without being sick?"
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>She shakes her head with uneasy eyes.
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>You needed to do something to help her out.
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>You need to keep her hidden but you couldn't keep her stuck inside the bag otherwise she'll just be sick.
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>An idea comes to mind.
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"Then how about this?"
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>You carefully lift up the duffel bag so that it sat upright against the side of the bus and then take off your jacket.
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>"Anon? What are yer-"
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>You pull the zipper down and pull Applejack halfway out of the bag, sitting her rump onto your lap and pulling her in against you.
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>"Anon!"
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>She cries out in a hushed tone.
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>You shift over to the window side seat, leaning closer to your duffel bag and finish by wrapping your jacket around Applejack.
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>Effectively you were shielding her away from view but also keeping her upright so that she wouldn't be sick.
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>To another passenger, it would look like you were just covering yourself with your jacket.
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>You'd have to be careful though and put her back into the bag before anyone catches sight of her.
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>Looking down you take a peek at the pony leaning against your chest.
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"You feeling better?"
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>"Yeh, th-thank you."
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>She rubs her face against your shirt.
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"You're in for a long ride."
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>"H-how long fer?"
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>You take a moment to think about it, it's been a long since you've been back.
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"It'll take a couple hours I guess, it's been a while but we should get back there before dark."
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>"Ah, ah hope we get there sooner rather than later."
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"Same."
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>You stroke the back of her neck, something you've found time and again soothing and calming in both ways.
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>She lets off a quiet moan and you feel her hoof press up against your chest.
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>"Sorry, it's just that, we've been gettin' kinda close like this a lot lately."
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>You briefly take a peek at her beneath your jacket and you could swear you could see her a slight blush over her muzzle.
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"It's fine."
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>"Really?"
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"Yeah, really."
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>What was she worried about?
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>You didn't really want to overthink it.
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>You were just helping her out, that's all.
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>No ulterior motives.
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>Unlike the others.
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>Though there were still a few things that still confused you.
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>Those moments when she got into that state, that intimate state with you.
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>Exposing herself to you.
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>Kissing you.
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>You turn your attention back outside of the bus, breaking your spiral of thoughts.
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>There weren't as many tall buildings in the outer reaches of the city.
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>The streets here were cleaner and there was a clear lack of graffiti and dumpsters.
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>There were a few weathered looking trees and shrubbery here and there that helped add some sense of nature to the place, unlike the environment back inside the city.
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>No trees, no shrubs, not even a single flower.
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>Nothing but a concrete jungle.
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>The bus jolts and moves onto a ramp entering the highway road.
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>There was a constant flow of traffic now.
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>Guess everyone else was just waking up and going about their daily lives.
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>Not like you had a job where you could relate to them.
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>You hear a whisper.
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>"Are yer gonna miss yer home Anon?"
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>You shake your head without looking down at her.
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>It was nothing worth speaking for.
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>"Ah'd feel bad if it was because of me."
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>You resume stroking the back of her neck, this time moving up behind one of her ears.
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>She gasps a little at your touch.
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>"It, it feels nice when yer do that."
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"I know, just relax."
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>You notice that she doesn't tense as much as she did when you first touched her.
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>It's probably a sign that she's beginning to trust you.
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>For the remainder of the bus journey the two of you remain in a state of calm and quiet.
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>You were still keeping an eye on Applejack and the other people around you.
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>There were a few other passengers on the bus by now, some were sleeping, others listening to their own music or just stuck in their own little world.
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>The old train station comes into view with its large concrete block design, something that was popular way back before you were born.
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>You couldn't mistake the eyesore of a building, it was that ugly and brutal.
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"C'mon, we're nearly there at the station."
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>"O-ok."
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>You gently lift Applejack off your lap and set her back into the duffel bag.
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"Just hang in there, it won't be long until we're on the train."
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>She nods as you close the zip and leave a small peeping hole for her again.
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>Turning back outside, annoyingly there's a queue of people waiting at the bus stop.
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>That was going to make things harder.
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>You pull your jacket back on and sling both bags onto your back, readying yourself for a quick departure.
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>The bus shudders to a stop just outside of the train station and the door pulls open.
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>You'd expect people to wait for passengers to alight first before trying to board the bus but that doesn't happen.
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>Not here.
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>You try and navigate around the others as they push forward for their seats.
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>It wouldn't be this much trouble if you didn't have to shelter Applejack in the bag.
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>You were nearly out of the bus when a man pushes past you and elbows the duffel bag hard.
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>You feel Applejack squirm and hear her cry out in pain.
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"HEY!"
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>The guy turns with a stupid, arrogant look on his face.
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>"What?"
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"Watch where you're going dumbass."
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>He gives you the finger and starts swearing at you while you step off the bus.
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>You were holding yourself back.
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>You had to.
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>This was just going to cause you trouble, the last thing you needed was to waste time and attract unwanted attention.
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>Paying no attention to the passenger nor to the driver's jeers you were clear from the bus and headed towards the station entrance.
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>There were a considerable amount of people inside, especially since this was a large station with twelve platforms.
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>But you were more concerned about checking up on Applejack, you couldn't do it inside the station where there were so many people about.
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>You quickly take a detour round the station building, eventually finding a bricked off pathway leading round back.
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>At the end of the pathway there was an old, weathered looking metal door where you fail to find any cameras or windows about.
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>No one could see you here and you'll be able to hear someone coming up the pathway.
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>Deciding that it was safe despite the feeling that you shouldn't be there, you settle your bags down and take Applejack out.
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>There were some tears in her eyes and a red bruise on her nose that she tries covering up.
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"You alright kiddo?"
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>"Sorry ah was noisy, it hurt real bad when-"
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>You cup your hand around her lower jaw and gently lift up her face.
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>After a closer inspection, you're thankful that she didn't get a nose bleed or that anything was broken.
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>Her nose was still rather red, though.
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"I should be the one saying sorry."
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>She blinks.
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"I should've stopped him, or at least taken the hit."
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>You don't notice the small smile growing on her as she listens to you.
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"Sorry."
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>"There was nothin' yer could've done, so it's alright."
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>She wobbles as she stands up.
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>You give her some space to walk about and stretch despite your worries.
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>The station was only two hours away from where you left by bus, probably less going by car.
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>The fact that it was still early morning meant that you still had a lot of ground to cover.
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>You go to ask Applejack if she was ready to go when you hear the metal door begin to unlock.
by SlavePonyGeneral
by SlavePonyGeneral
by SlavePonyGeneral
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