Fighter

by Rebel
(Texas)


Fight or Flight?

Flight.

My hooves pound on the ground, throwing up chunks of earth as they dig in. My ears are pinned to my skull, and I hear the shouts of my pursuers as they gain on me. And so I ran. Snorting, I pour all my strength into running.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Do not look back; Only forwards, I tell myself. Reach out. Grab the ground with your front hooves and push it away with your back ones.

Run.

Run.

Run.

Adrenaline courses through me. I have to run. I must run. If I do not- I will be caught. I must WIN.

I duck under a low tree and head down a trail that I know leads to the canyon. Perhaps I can lose them in the twists and turns of the canyon, and the rocks won't help them either. Their mounts were not born and raised in the mountains. The horses running after me would falter where I would stay sure footed. They would balk where I would press on. They would tire, while I would still be running strong. I was a mustang. They were nothing like me.

My heart pounds within my chest, the beating of my heart matching the beating of my hooves as they pound on the stone beneath them. My mane no longer rests upon my neck, but ripples through the air, grounded only my my neck, and my long tail streams out behind me. My neck stretches forwards as I lengthen my stride.

Run.

Run.

Run.

My mind, heart, and hoofs, all beat to the rhythm of that one word.

I round a corner, doubling back and find a steep incline, leading me up the canyon wall. I lurch ahead, pushing myself up the slope with my powerful back legs and hindquarters. Rocks and soil instantly fall away, threatening to take me down along with them as they slide, but my hooves find purchase and I climb.

Climb.

Climb.

Climb.

I find my self at the top of the canyon wall now, and I don't think that the men chasing me will dare follow me. Even if they try, their mounts could not make it up that slope. They would fall. They were not like me.

But still I ran. My heart only knowing one word.

Run.

And so I ran.

I ran until I was sure I had put enough distance between me and anyone who might have attempted to continue the chase. I found myself back out of the canyon, and at the beginning of a prairie. Breathing heavily now, my body drenched with sweat, I let myself break down into a steady lope, then brisk trot, which slowed into a slow trot. Soon, I was walking at a painfully slow pace. I was tired.

A strange noise filled my ears. It grew closer, louder. A great big thing flew in the sky, but it was not like a bird. I knew it as a helicopter, and it was after me.

And so I ran.

I ran, even though I was tired. I fought for every breath, every stride, but still the helicopter chased me, getting closer and closer. Exhaustion took hold of me, but I shoved it away in my mind. I could not lose. To loose would be to give up. To give up would be to surrender. To quit. I never quit.

The helicopter came up alongside me. The side of it opened up and a man pointed a gun at me. I panicked and tried to run faster, but I could not get away from it! The man shot me. Something stung my neck. It wasn't a bullet; I would be on the ground and bleeding if it was, but why did he shoot me with it then?

Suddenly, I felt very sleepy. I slowed to a lope, and then a trot. I trotted, fighting to keep my body under control. Darkness spread on the edges of my vision. I stopped. I screamed in fury. I would not quit. I couldn't quit. This was bad. I screamed again, fighting the atheistic that coursed through me.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I could faintly hear shouts from men.

"Got her with a tranq dart!" I heard someone shout.

I reared up, screaming, pawing the air with my hooves. I struck the ground and shook my head. Breathing heavily, I felt my whole body getting heaver and heaver, just like my eyelids.

No.

I was fighting. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I'm fighting. I'm supposed to be free. I couldn't loose- not if I fought.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

But I could lose, I realized.

No matter how hard I fought, I would lose.

But still I fought.

Fight.

Fight.

Fight.

I felt my knees buckle, and I went down. I heard men around me. Darkness took me, and I knew no more.

Sleep.

Sleep.

Sleep.

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