P.S. I'm sorry this is so long, just got kinda carried away x)
1) Name yourself. Mamotte96
2) Number of horse you want. 2
3) Story of this horse.
Helena, Montana
10:30pm January 28, 1999
I could hear the sounds of boots squeak across the barn floor. I slowly opened my eyes to see a man in a navy suit and the barn manager, Nancy, standing before the bars in my stall. He had large shades on and dark curly hair. He didn't smile, just a flatline.
"Yes, lets take her and the gelding we also looked at," he pointed over while Nancy filled some papers rapidly. I followed his gaze to see Archie at the end. Archie was a small, aggressive Welsh Mountain pony. He was eating his hay feverishly and pinning his ears at the man and Nancy.
I turned back to see them but they were off in the tack room, whispering and flipping through the document again. I didn't bother and turned back to rifling through my sawdust for scraps of hay.
5:07am February 5, 1999
I was violently woken by the sound of a large horn blaring outside. There was a large stock trailer hooked to an F-250 that was waiting to have the gate opened. I watched a short man rush down from the passenger side and unlock it so the truck could speed past him, almost clipping him in the proccess. A sleek, black Mercedes zoomed past as the gate was being shut.
The Mercedes parked quickly as the trailer was being brough to the around the barn.
The driver's door opened and the man I had seen about a week earlier stepped out in a dark suit with black leather shoes.
The truck pulled around and slowly parked itself. The man in the suit walked in the barn, looked around and then at Archie.
He waited for a large, burly man to step out of the drivers side of the truck. He was bald, had small black eyes, and was very tall. He opened up the trailer and clumbered over to the other man. They walked up and the man in the suit pointed to Archie first, signaling the man to go get him.
The man ambled over, snatching the halter and lead rope in his haste to open the door. Archie immediately repelled him and shrunk to the back of his stall, ears pinned and teeth barred.
"Oh c'mon you little b*****d!" He started to to huff and it was obvious he wasn't going to put up with Archie's behavior. He cornered Archie and whipped the halter on as Archie snapped and tried to find a way out. "Someone ought to teach you a few f******g manners," he sputered and shoved him into the trailer.
I hadn't noticed that the man in the suit was standing before me. I jumped back and pinned my ears. He waved his hand to the other man though he was solely focused on me, as I could see through those dark shades. A short, pale man rushed up to to the man standing before me.
"Is this the other one sir?" He looked up at him then back at me.
"What do you think?" He lashed out and the pale man shrunk back. He picked up my halter and opened the door.
"Come here horsey, you don't have to be afraid," he said reassuringly as he tiptioed in the door. I walked over and sniffed him as he cringed away from me. I let him slip the halter on and lead me out to the trailer but then I stopped and snorted at how dark it was. The bald man looked around and after seeing Archie be tormented, I hopped right on. I whinnied, pawed and kicked until the bald man smacked me hard on the shoulder; it stung a bit but it subsided after about two minutes. I watched the bald man and the short man pack up the trailer as the man in the suit watched me. He walked around the trailer and slipped in to the Mercedes. He pulled out and sped past the truck and I heard the bald man start to swear again.
We started to roll away and I screamed until my home was out of sight.
7:15pm February 5, 1999
I was absolutely beat.
Archie had been kicking and snapping at me the whole drive. I had cuts and bruises all down my legs but I did take a few chunks of his fur out for good measure.
We were rushed of the trailer and into a small, dark barn. The smell of moldy hay and stagnant water rushed to my nostrils. I felt as if the barn were going to collapse around me. I was terrified that the roof would blow off or the walls would cave in.
Before I knew it I was in a stall, looking out the small window in the back that looked out upon a wasteland of nothing. No trees, no grass, no birds; nothing excpet frozen ground. I missed my home, I had taken it for granted and now wish I had one more day there. I missed the pastures, the lush stalls, the occasional ride from a child; I missed everything.
I watched Archie munch the gross hay as if he hadn't eaten in days.
1:45pm February 10, 1999
I've just began to eat seeing as there is no other food. My water is stale, warm, and I think there's algae at the bottom of my bucket. It's a living hell here. Archie's fine because he's a pony and they can withstand pretty much anything. As I picked through the hay I heard those familliar footsteps. I looked up to see the man in the suit and the bald man with a man in a laboratory coat on, standing on the other side of the barn.
"Alright, let's test them," he ordered as the bald man and man in the lab coat walked over with a syringe and a twitch.
I backed away and nickered nervously, starring at him with wide eyes. I tried to dodge the chain of the twitch as it went around my lip but I was too weak from hunger. The bald man tightened it so the chain was digging in to my skin and numbing it immediately. The man in the lab coat drew out a bottle of a silver liquid and slowly sucked some in to the syringe. He slapped my shoulder as if that wouldn't make me feel anything and injected it in.
Suddenly there was a rush of heat that washed over me. I started to see two of everything and became nauseous. I went down on my front knees then just let the rest of my body slump on to the frozen ground. My eyes kept rolling back and I began to cry out in pain. They simply slipped out of the stall and casually walked out of the barn, not even hesitating to look back.
What was this? Is this how I was supposed to die? What had I ever done to deserve this?
Then everything slowly went black.
2:13am February 12, 1999
I'd been slipping in and out of conciousness for two days. My hair had begun to change color; instead of the light chestnut color I used to be, I now had raven black fur with magenta tiger stripes on my rump, back legs, and face.
My tail had become irritating and I had scratched so much that the hair began to fall out. I wouldn't be to worried about this normally but it never grew back so it now looked like a rat's tail but with a few clumps of hair here and there. I also realized that my skin was black like my fur. What had I become? I hoped that this was the last of my "transformation."
10:58pm February 18, 1999
The last few days of my "transformation" were the most painful.
My tail now has no fur and grew longer, I could feel the bone and skin stretch out rapidly. But that was nothing compared to what happened next.
My mane began to itch like my tail had so I began to scratch that too but when I took just one swipe at it every hair that had even come in-contact with my teeth fell out immediately. There was a large chunk out of my mane but that made it itch even more. I scratched it on the side of my feed bucket but then I had absolutely no hair left; just red, raw flesh. The dust and flies made it sting but then it got worse.
Slowly, it felt like tiny knives were being driven up and out of the top of my neck. The pain lasted two days and never subsided; the only change was that it got worse. It began to bleed after the first day so my fur froze making everything just worse. By the end of it I was done.
I was a hideous beast with spikes for a mane, a rat tail, and unnatural markings. I lay down and fell asleep, something I hadn't done in a week due to my heightened hearing.
6:58am February 18, 1999
I woke up but everything was black. Was I dead? No, unfortunately alive, but I couldn't see anything. I just lay there, this was just the icing on the cake. The only normal thing left was taken from me; my sight. I guess it was a good thing because now I didn't have to look at myself.
I got up and something amazing happened. As my feet hit the ground I could sense everything; I could tell where something was, how big it was, if it had moved, and what shape it was. I could see without actually seeing.
I walked around a bit but then stopped. I peered through the boards seperating the stalls (though I couldn't see), and pawed the ground.
There was a large mass in the stall next to me on the floor, motionless. I started to kick and scream but nothing happened. I slowly listened for a pulse or heartbeat but I stood and slowly tired myself out trying to wake him until I realized he wasn't asleep.
That was it, I couldn't be here another minute. They just left us to die after injecting us with that silver fluid. We were being tested on like lab rats and just left to let whatever side effects happen just take over.
I needed a plan for escape, something that would leave no traces of where I was headed. I couldn't go back to my old home because 1.) I had no idea where I was and 2.) I was a monster and they wouldn't hesitate to get rid of me.
I had to find a deeply wooded area, somewhere that I could be and humans couldn't find me and ruin me any further. I had to go up into the mountains, away from any source of human activity. I remembered some being near my old home because I was taken on a overnight-trail-ride-camping thing (which was a disaster because one of the kids woke up screaming, then other kids joined in and then one of the horses broke loose and we had to go on a giant two-hour hunt for him but it turned out that he was in the trailer), but I didn't know where I was.
My anger grew with every realization that my chances of survival without human interference were nearly impossible. I retracted my left hind leg and then fired it at my stall door. I listened as it shattered in tiny fragments, leaving an opening that I struted through.
I would make my plan as I went, even though that never worked.
4) Name and gender of horse.
Mare, Cabernet
5) What will you do with this horse?
Definetly make a character out of her! She is so unique and I've never written a story before and I thought it was fun! Making art would become enjoyable again with such a design :3
6) Payment.
Sending...
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