It was rainy. There was a fade light coming from a house a few miles north. The wind was strong at this time of year, and [he] couldn't see anything. Except that light. He doesn't remember anything except that light. And he'd give his life to that light. We couldn't see [his] face, because of his dark umbrella. It was a trashy umbrella [he] found in the forest behind [him]. Where [he] awoke. But it was no time for thinking. The smooth light was way ahead, and [he] was about to colapse. Only a few minutes in this cold, and he would be safe. A few more seconds... But it was too much for [him]. [He] wasn't very athletic. [His] only chance to survive was to knock at this house's door, and hope for somepony to be home. *Knock* Whestley awoke. ''What's that?'' *knock knock* He exited his bed, shook his head to replace his mane. ''Who can this be? In the middle of the woods, at this hour...?'' He opened the door, to face a white and black pony, who seemed really weak. 'Excuse me, sir, would you... lemme enter for a few minutes?'' Whestley suddenly rushed his hoof to the other pony's chin. He counted ten seconds. ''For how long were you inside? Come in, come in. I ain't that heartless.'' The door opened to a nice living room, with three sofas and a fireplace, in wich the fire was always great in theses cold nights. The other pony made his way inside, hardly staying 'conscient'. ''I've no name... i don't even know where i come from... I'd say i've been outside for a few... hours... maybe half a day. The sun was high when i awoke, but he clouds where hiding it...'' Whestley went in the next room, and came back with a fluffy blanket. ''Warm up, take your time. Want a coffee, or something hot to drink?'' He looked in Whestley's eyes, and for a moment, Whestley sweared to see that pony's shadow rise and sit on the sofa next to him. He shooked his head as the other pony said a weak ''Yes, thank you.'' Whestley immediatly went in the kitchen, and prepared some coffee. His heart beated fast. 'That was just an illusion, but it seemed so... real.', he thought. He went back in the living room, and sat in the sofa in front of him. ''I'm Dr. Whestley Cawley, but you can call me Cawley. You said you awoke in the forest, and don't remember anything?'' The other pony looked at his left, his black and white eyes reflecting the fire. ''Yes, the only thing i remember is... a Mare.'' ''A mare? What did she looked like?'' ''She was white. Her mane was white. And she seemed... holly. Like Celestia. And somehow, i know that she only wanted to help me. But...'' Whestley's eyes went big. ''But...?'' ''My shadow attacked her. It's a luck she knew how to teleport. Even now, that same shadow is sitting right next to me. But you seem friendly, and he thinks so. Thank you, Cawley. You surely saved my life.'' Whestley didn't heard anything he said after 'siting next to me'. He looked on the sofa, at his left. He could see the shadow, sitting there, smiling. And he could see his eyes. Completly dark. With a small spark of light. From the fire. -Three years later- This is where you start. Cawley has disappeared, But he send you a letter. It's written in a dark, weird language, and the adress it comes from is in Russia (St-petersbourg), in a small house in the middle of the woods. *note: i'll wait for you two to get to that house before posting again.
Julion stared at the letter, "Wait the hell is this?!" he said to himself as he looked through the letter, "Figures that the day I finally get some leave, THIS happens. ARGH! Best see what this strange thing wants." he then turned to his computer and began looking at ticket prices to Russia.
-6 years ago- "So, if I understand you well, Dr. Cawley, you say that by replacing the enzohydrates by some syllicium, the brain would regenerate faster and heal the patients at a faster rate?" Whestley looked at his friend, Stanislaus. The grey-bearded stallion nodded. "This program iw going way better since you joined our team. any of these patients couldn't be there without your help. Especially that Pegasus mare. Your hooves are magical when it comes to extract bullets." Whestley nodded. "thank you for getting me on this island, Dr. Stannislaus. But, when will my research will finally give me some real... advancement? I only become a doctor to enhance my skills as a psychologist, you know. I wish to cure mental diseases. Not extract bullets from brains." Stannislaus looked at the British coast to the west. He opened his mouth to answer, but stayed silent. He kept his mouth close for a few minutes, to finally let a weak "... Only when you'll understand that, on this island, no one leaves. And that you'll have to get on this coast to gain some merit. This Beeing said, I'm afraid i'll have to go to the C wing. Learn how to control these maniacs, and get your hooves on a gun. Only then maybe you'll get transfered to th C wing. And thank you again for that Pegasus mare. And sorry for her to get shooter by this damned guard." They saluted themselves, and went their own way.
"Oh great.... Somepony wrote gibberish in some fanmail." Xaver Anderson, a world famous actor said while making himself a cup of tea. "Well this figures, it's from Russia. Well.... i might as well go to russia, one of my friends movies is being shown there."
F-a few hours after last post- Whestley couldn't get any sleep in his small room. The white walls were so unexpressive, and The cracks seemed to drain all of his attention. He couldn't let his mind drift away, putting him to sleep, as usual. He was thinking about his friend, Stannislaus. all that he knew about him was that he was russian, and that he had no familly. He was a well-known neurologist who loved to play chess. Whestley looked at the always-on pc on the table next to him. The white screen asked for a password. But Whestley didn't remembered he closed his session last time he went on it. Then the words of his friend echoed in his head: get your hooves on a gun. He typed his password with his magic, thenresearched the internet to find some guns. After a few minutes, he found what he was looking for: an old magnum, with a barrel containing 8 bullets. Classic, loud and accurate. He pressed the button 'command', typed his credit card's number, and managed to fall asleep. But, just before he called unconscious, and finally felt asleep, he thought about tomorrow.He'll have to be fast when the mail comes monday morning. Maybe it was an impulsion. Maybe it was his lack of sleep. But he felt the pouches under his eyes, saw momentally his friend's face, saluting him. He didn't felt better, but he knew that he made the right choice when following his friend's advice.
(Hey, i think i'll just write down that part of the fanfic, if you guys don't post. I'll study your characters and make it by myself.)
