AiE-Chap.1-Fast and Freaky

>Checking your watch again you let out a raspy excuse for a sigh.

>You're late.

>Again.

>She's not going to forgive you this time.

>Racing down McIntosh Rd with reckless abandon is an almost weekly thing.

>Ever since you started dating this girl Kimberly every week you've been late.

>Yanking the shifter down into 6th gear your twin turbo V-12 grabs another gear and starts the cycle of roars and the /tsu tsu/ noise of the turbos start chirping again.

>This big fucking Mercedes hauls ASS.

>S550 AMG, black on black and sexy as can be, you've worked your ass off in college and found a great six figure job doing the accounting for the 2nd biggest insurance firm in the world, this is your present to yourself.

>You usually are'nt a rich snob with money, you keep a lot saved up in the bank, you have a good sized apartment with all the electronics you'd ever want in life. Nothing especially grand.

>Except your gun collection.

>Which is why you're late tonight.

>You were at the Gun Exchange buying a Mosin Nagant and a USP .40...

>And then you HAD to take it to the range and fire every round man ever made...

>You're a fucking dumbass...

>Dowshifting twice you kick the ass end of the car 90 degrees and take off down Thonotosassa Rd, roaring up to 110mph again before slapping the shifter into 5th.

>Up the road you see this weird white light, like a set of headlights but brighter, its moving...

>Towards you...

>Fast...

>Oh shit...

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>You crack an eye open, which is greeted by your steering wheel and dash. The windshield is foggy to the point of being impoosible to see out of.

>Most importantly, the car is fine, and you're not dead, not until you get to Kimberly's atleast.

>And you're on level ground still. You're still on the road?

"What the fuck was that?"

>Reaching to the keys your start the car.

>Your ears are rewarded with the greatest sound to grace man.

>Turning your defroster on you wait for the windshield to defog.

>Turning the headlights on gives you a full view of possibly the strangest creature you've ever seen.

>At a quick glance its a lion with bat wings. A big fucking lion.

>You snap the headlights off in a panic.

"What the fuck was THAT?!"

>Reaching behind the passenger seat you grab the case that bears the HK logo.

>Clicking open the lock you grab the USP and a full magazine, sliding the magazine into the handle you cock the pistol and switch it to saftey.

>You're NOT shooting your dick off.

>Okay, you're about to do something stupid...

>VERY stupid...

>You silently open the door into the moonlit night.

>Well fuck you're not on the road.

>You're in the woods.

>But there isn't any woods on this part of Thonotosassa Rd.

>Well wherever you are, there's a fucking lion-bird thing and you need to kill it, or scare it away whatever works.

>You hope just the latter of the two.

>You don't hear anything as you let your eyes adjust.

>Finally smaller details come into view. Lit nicely by the...full...moon...

>It was a half moon 20 minutes ago.

>Okay this is weird as all hell.

>Looking around the car and surrounding area you don't spot the...Bird...Lion...thing.

>*Snap*

>Nope, there he is.

>Whirling around yields the beasts form to be more than you expected.

>Its got a giant scorpion tail.

>That is most likely poisonous.

>Fucking great.

>It studies you, most likely sizing you up.

>It gives a small snarl, which makes you jump a bit and raise the USP.

>Taking it as a sign of weakness, it charges, letting out the most horrific, blood-curdling roar you ever heard or dreamed of.

>You begin firing in a panic.

>Round after round, the empty shells whizzing out of the side of the slide. All hitting the animal in center mass.

>It drops about ten feet from you, still alive but barely.

>Well, you do what your father had taught you was right.

>Walking slowly up to the beast you raise the pistol to it's head.

>You deliver the relief from it's pain in the form of a .40 caliber round.

>The last shot sent a cracking sound more loud and echoing than the rest.

>Must be the dramatics of the situation.

>Still breathing very heavily, with wisps of fog coming out of your mouth you give another look around.

>Nothing.

>You don't know where you are, but you're lost as fuck.

"Hmmmm"

>Thinking for a sec you take out your cell phone.

>No signal, but apparently it's 11:32pm.

>Reaching in the car you turn on the GPS.

>Nothing, no signal.

>Well shit, that's no good.

>So I guess I can just pick a direction?

>Getting back in the car you start to drive down the conviently placed path through these woods.

>The woods seem...different...from the others. Like the sense of foreboding and creepiness is tenfold here.

>It sends icy chills down your spine. You really don't need this you're already lost and freaking out.

>In your absence of attention you almost run over a very small yellow thing laying in the road.

>Not wanting another incident you already have a second mag in the USP before you get out.

>Getting out (So smart Anon...really) you walk slowly towards the front of the car, pacing yourself cautiously lest you get jumped by some wooden wolf or some dumb shit like that.

>It's...a p0ny...a yellow p0ny...with pink hair...and wings...

>Okay...now you're really freaking out, where in the titty fuck are you?

>Looking at it though tells you whatever it is, it's hurt, with wide gashes around it's midriff and other cuts and bruises around it's legs.

>Finally catching it's attention it turns a very teal eye towards you.

>You see it...

>Intelligence. It has that glint of a creature that has human level intelligence.

>It holds a forehoof up, shaking like mad

"H-h-help...m-m-me...p-please..."

>Holy shit did it just talk...

>Sounded feminine.

>Her breaths are getting more and more ragged. You finally speak up.

"Umm, which way is help?"

>Shifting a bit she pokes a hoof towards the direction you were already going, perfect.

"Okay, I'm going to lift you into my car, we'll take you to someone that can help you okay?"

>All you get as a response is a whimper and a slight head nod.

>Putting your pistol back on safety (Anti-dick shooting mechanism) and stowing it your pocket you bend over to lift the p0ny inside your jacket.

>Hell to shit no you're not getting freaky p0ny blood on ANYTHING near that car.

>She's light, kind of like carrying a small dog.

>With her saftely stored in your back seats. You get in your car a drive off. Hoping you wake from whatever freaky trip out your having.