Locked down in the dark - Dynamite Apr 6, 2014 17:44:12 GMT -5
Post by omega on Apr 6, 2014 17:44:12 GMT -5
"Just do it!"
The panic stricken voice of Dynamite Rave called out one last time before the blast of goldeny orange magic from Sun Flare struck him down in the middle of his living room. As his green eyes rolled up into the back of the head, his vision filling with a murky darkness, his entire body slumped over into a land of unconsciousness. The last thing he was able to hear was the sound of his own heartbeat pounding frantically within his head. Instead of death, he was granted something worse.
After what felt like forever, light finally came creeping back into the eyes of the young stallion. It wasn't a bright light, more or less the light of consciousness though his surroundings were foreign. It was as if he was floating within a world of inky, swirling black. He has been here before. That much he knows. Every time he closes his eyes over the last couple of weeks. A scared breath trembles past his lips as he jerks his head from left to right, trying to find some sort of support or ground to stand upon.
"You're a loser. Just a big joke to everyone. It's about time you learned that!"
The familiar voice of Scope once more floats through his ears as tears spark at the back of his eyes, stinging like a hornet's blade.
"I don't even know why I adopted you as my brother. Ha! You're nothing but an annoying bug that just needs to get stepped on."
As the words cut through him like a warm knife through butter, Dynamite's eyes widen as he can see the face of his hero materialize before him with an angry glare, floating around him in a mocking manner. "Pathetic! You're a pathetic crybaby!"
"Now you see why I tossed him in the trash. I knew he'd grow up to be a no pony. I didn't have time for you then, I don't have time for you -now!- So why don't you do us all a favor and just give up already!"
The voice of his father was next, Jukebox Hero. World famous celebrity and traveling playboy rock star. The father who gave him up when he was just a tiny foal. As his face materializes as well and starts to float about in orbit along with Scope's, Dynamite can feel the all too familiar sense of dread and despair that fills his stomach. Cold as ice. Sinking, like a waterlogged boat.
"Yeah, give up Whineamite Rave! Now you see why I dumped you. You ever thought a pony who is as awesome as I am, would ever fall in love with a lame-brain like you? You can't even keep up with me."
Almost as if on cue, Rainbow Dash's voice and image appears within the orbit, snorting dismissively at him and looking bored as her eyes roll in dramatic fashion.
"Worst student ever! No wonder they kicked you out of the gifted unicorn program." Twilight's voice is now heard cackling as her voice shrilly rips out through the darkness, her horn ablaze with purple fire. "You thought you were the next big thing?"
One by one, faces of his past come back to taunt him as the red stallion curls up within himself, clutching at his ears, trying to drown the echoes out.
"You ditched me! I thought you were my best friend!" Solar Eclipse's voice is next, followed by Pumpkin Pie's. "You turned your back on us! Some friend you turned out to be!"
"You let me die!" The next voice tears into Dynamite's soul as the familiar face of a pink pegasus joins the already crowded room of floating and angry faces. "You are the worst hero in Equestria!"
"I never believed in you. How could I ever love a pony as miserable as you?" Celestia's voice which is usually calm and collected, sounds angry and full of wrath as her eyes spark. "How does a thousand years on the moon sound? How about a million? I bet you would not last even a day."
The tears have cracked through the dam of his eyes as they start to trickle down his face. Slamming his hooves over and over again into the side of his head, he cries out in agony as his chest grows tighter. After a time, the words all start to blur together in an incoherent mumble of taunts, shouts, and insults. He can feel the air grow colder as his breath comes out in a whisky puff that crystalizes before him. As the voices begin to taper off, Dynamite can hear the sound of wings fluttering against the air, and only then does he slowly crack his eyes open. Instead of the sweet sight of salvation he was hoping to find, instead a loud scream cuts through his throat as he finds himself flung backwards through the darkness, slamming into a wall of steel.
"No! Please! Not again! Please! I'll be better! I'll be good! Please don't.. please don't do this!"
There is the loud creak of rusted metal as the door slams shut in front of the frightened stallion as he bangs his hooves against it, suddenly feeling the world become all that much smaller.
"Welcome home, Dynamite Rave."
The cool voice cackles as the feeling of being dropped into free fall wells into the pit of his stomach, before it all comes crashing down. End over end the red stallion rolls until he comes to a stop. With only a small slit cut open in the wall, he knows where he is, where he has returned to.
He is back in The Box. This time.. no one will find him.
From the back of Scope's living room, in the dark shadows just beneath the window, a pair of glowing yellow eyes can be seen as they stare at the prone form of the red stallion unconscious on the couch wrapped in a blanket. There is a ripple in the air as the form disappears, leaving behind the faint scent of brimstone.