Why today?

The begining, the middle, and the end

          It all started out as another normal morning, or so Benard thought, Everything was going to change from then on because of the secretive past his beloved parents tried to hide. Benard was like all the other centaurs at school, he was painfully shy and blended into the crowd like a ketchup stain on a t-shirt made of ketchup, it was a trait he despised but will learn that it might save his life and many more.
       Benard trotted leisurely down stairs early one Tuesday morning expecting the usual morning lineup of wheetcakes and haytost with a generous helping of oat syrup to top everything off. As the turned the corner and stepped on the landing and froze instantly, similar to a dog realizing it's going to the vet. A million things cross Benard's mind he widens his eyes as tears gather at the bottom as he sees his father lying on the kitchen ground with stab wounds in his face. Benard kneeled to the ground with his two front legs in shock as Blood was pooling around his father's corpse "n-no'' he whispers as he crawls to his father's body. He reaches toward his dad to cup his face in his hands "no.....No....NO! This can't be happening" he cries out in horror. Benard frantically calls out to his mother to come to the kitchen when he receives no response he gallops toward the living room intending to call her with the phone on the counter. Already twice to day the freezes this time in the foyer, the tears he tried so hard holding back started flowing in rivers down his face when he witnesses his mother or what's left of her bloody and bruised body slowly circling the room from the ceiling fan in an infinite spiral of death. He falls to the ground tearing his clothes and wailing in anguish "NNOoOOooOO! NOT ON TUESDAY! NOT ON TACO TUESDAY!" Benard rolls back and hits his head on the freezer door and loses consciousness in his fit of grief.
           Benard squints his eyes ageist the powerfully bright light shining directly in his face as he slowly awakens. When his eyes against to the blinding light he begins to make out a figure hovering over him, he tries to lift his arm to his face but is stopped by a strap around his wrist. "W-what?" he stammers weakly. A deep intimidating voice replies with mostly unrecognizable words "asdfg mother jicmvc father jvnvuslv found fjncoiajfoah dead ncknnfs". Benard only caches a few words before the person with the voice begins unbinding him he wants to ask what was happening but the words were stuck and wouldn't come out so he sat in silence. When he was free he tried to sit up but was hindered by a faint dull pain in the back of his head. Benard's hand reflexively flew to his head "ouch" he murmured, the voice attempted to lay him back down but he refused blatantly. He demanded to know where he is, he suddenly remembers his parents and begins sobbing quietly which made his head pang with the same faint dull pain in the back of his head.
        "Benard" the voice spoke again. Now that his eyes are mostly adjusted he can see clearer and glances around and sees that he is in a small white room with a large man in a suit who looked very uncomfortable in the chair that was obviously much too small for his large centaur body. "Benard" the man speaks this time he knew who the voice belongs to. "Yes?" Benard roughly respond still not use to speaking yet. Benard coughed trying to clear his throat he seemed strangely groggy like he slept for a long while. The man looks nervous "well?" Benard asks studding the man's face for recognition. The man opens his mouth and closes it again hesitantly he takes a deep breath and begins "Benard......do you remember your parents? You know they were killed right?" The man looks down at the floor. Benard rubs his eyes with the back of his hand trying not to start crying again and looks down. "Yea I remember everything until I passed out. Can you tell me where I am?" The man looks back up "Good that will save some time, as of where we are you will have to wait for that. Sorry." "What!? What do you mean I have to wait to know where I'm at I don't even know you!" Benard pulled the soft blanket away from his body intending to get up and leave. Benard's hooves touched the cold laminate floor, he pushed himself up and fell on the floor. Surprised by his own weakness he didn't move for several long seconds till finally the large man in the suit gently picked him up and placed him back on the bed, Benard protested "No! Put me back, I don't need your help! Why can't I move, why am I so weak?" the man sits back on the small chair "that's what we have to finish talking about. The reason why you're so weak" the man pauses "the reason you can't move is because you haven't moved for three years and your bodies not use to it yet. Benard you have been in a coma for three years" the man finishes.
         "w-what?! What do you mean I've been in a coma for three years? How? But everything I remember feels so recent like it happened yesterday" Benard starts crying with frustration wringing his hand sporadically. The back of his head begins to pound causing him to clutch his head and lean over the bed gasping for air. The man stands up and walks toward him he pulls a needle out of the font of his suit jacket. Benard looks out of the corner of his eye and sees the needle, still gasping slightly he tries to shuffle away but the blanket and sheets trapped his legs hindering his movement. "What is that?" Benard stammered. The man answers in his booming voice "it's time to sleep, you're getting too excited" he holds Benard down and injects him in the stomach with the shimmery liquid. Benard struggles against the large man, he suddenly stops his frantic struggle as he feels the substance enter his bloodstream, he starts going limp and his vision begins blurring and dimming slowly. Benard tries to speak but it all comes out as gibberish because his face became numb when he demanded an expiation. The man speaks again "Shhhh only dreams now. We'll talk again when you wake up" Benard could tell he wanted to say more but he blacked out again before he could finish.
           Benard awakens again disoriented and confused. The lights are out and it is dark in the room except for the light filtering through the small window on his right. The man was gone and in the chair was tray of food. He saw it and his mouth began to water. He threw the sheets off of himself and fell to the floor he crawled to the tray like a starving animal. He scarfed down the unidentifiable mush not caring that it taste like cardboard soaked in mustard. He downed the water in a flash almost choking on the food still in his throat. He was eating ravenously when he heard a creaking sound above him he glanced upward still eating. Benard knocks over the glass of water in his surprise of seeing his old friend Pablo's head popping out from the ceiling through the tiles.
"What are you doing here?" Benard asks surprised by his friend's presence. "What? Am I not allowed to visit my best friend now? I don't think that's quite fair you should be happy I came, I went through a lot to find you" Pablo replies in a light mocking tone. "Oh no sorry I just thought you would be at home on your computer like you always are. Do you know where we are? Did your parents bring you here? Are they outside, can they take me to the police? Benard asks suddenly. Pablo's face darkens when Benard mentions his parents. They sit in silence for what seemed like an eternity. Pablo finally answered with a disgusted voice "no. my parents are" Pablo paused "my parents are dead" Pablo spoke quickly as to get it over with quicker. Benard spoke quietly "oh. You've heard about mine right" Benard gave a bitter laugh and continued speaking "when did it happen?" he asked softly. Pablo silently jumped down from the ceiling making no sound as he landed on the floor next to the bed "three years ago" he whispered under his breath.
        Benard felt his blood run cold as he remembered his Tuesday morning three years ago. "What do you think happ-"Benard was cut off as Pablo lunged forward over the bed suddenly with a dagger the size of his forearm. Benard stunned from the sudden danger sat still until the dagger pierced his pale neck. Benard cried out in pain and scooted to the door. He gripped the handle he tried to turn the handle to find he was locked inside. Out of fear he banged on the door furiously as Pablo righted himself from the attack. Pablo walked around the bed slowly while Benard still pounding on the door, Pablo walked closer and closer to Benard who continued to scoot farther away till he was in front of the door. Pablo spoke with a cold voice Benard never heard him use before "you killed them. It's all your fault" Benard whispered back "What? No I didn't my parents died too, I thought you knew that? "I bet you killed them to, I saw what you are I saw what you can become! You asked why I was here, well im here to kill you. Pablo's voice rose and fell back again to a whisper. "Wha-what? No, no I didn't! I don't know what you mean! What are you talking about" Pablo practically roared with anger as he lashed out with the dagger once more but this time he didn't make just a scratch. Benard screamed out in horror as he watched his left hand being sliced off.
          It was in slow motion, like it was a dream almost as if he could just wake up and forget this all happened because suddenly he was warm all over his left side.
Benard became limp as the dagger came closer to his face he didn't care anymore he was comfortable and content  what really mattered after that? Benard closed his eyes but when he did his parents flashed in his mind. Benard's eyelids flew open definitely as he dogged the dagger at a lightning quick speed that surprised even him. "It wasn't me. I didn't kill anyone, im innocent. You're my best friend believe me, best friends are supposed to trust each other!" Benard pleaded to Pablo. Pablo scowled at Benard with the hatred of a thousand geese "You can't deny this I saw you, I watched you murder my family you can't escape this holy wrath!" Benard slumped back confused and weak "What I-I I don't understand?!" he begged. "You don't have to where you're going" Pablo raised his dagger for a final blow when the door suddenly flew open hitting Pablo in the back throwing him against Benard haphazardly. Benard attempted to push the passed out Pablo off of himself but he was still too weak. The man was back and hurriedly walked over to Benard. After a few seconds of surveying what happened the large man tore Pablo off of Benard. With one hand he easily heaved Pablo over his back and with the other hand he lifted Benard up and walked him to the bed. When Benard was back under the covers the man asked what happened. Benard looked down quietly he took a deep breath clutched his arm and began to explain what happened.
          Benard finished explaining what happened and looked at the man bandaging his arm and thanked him for save, he had put Pablo in what he said was the facilities holding quartos. "There's one thing I don't understand. Why did he say I killed his parents? I didn't did i? I don't remember doing it, what did you mean?" Benard questioned. The man sighed and clenched his fists together nervously "I knew your parents they were good people they just sort of stumbled upon it. After that we forced them to join us it was completely our fault for not fixing it before it got out of hand" he apologized "I don't know what you're talking about! What's 'it'? Why won't anyone give me a straight answer?" "I'm talking about you clone Ben that is who killed your parents. He was made by Dr.sweethang. Dr.sweethang is an evil genius even our most highly advanced scientists couldn't compare to him in brainpower." "You gotta be joking. Me?  I don't have a clone what kind of nut job are you? Let me out of here, where am I, i know you locked the door you can't keep me here forever!" the man leaves as Benard yell for him to tell him where he was.
              Benard was running he kept reliving his parent's death except he was killing them he couldn't control himself, it was over and over again he couldn't stop he tried calling out but it felt as if he was drowning. Benard woke up drenched in sweat and gasping for air, he had the dream again. The little white rooms lights were on and food was on the chair just like yesterday and the day before that and every day for the last two months. Benard sighs and trots over to his breakfast. He sit on the chair and pokes at the French oat toast and orange juice on the tray in his lap. The man didn't come back after the incident with Pablo but he woke up every now and then with new bandages on his arm. He sets the tray down on his bed after he drained the juice from the cup and began his now daily morning exercise routine. He thought back to when started out slow but after two months he was in better shape than three years ago. For the first few days of being alone he pounded on the door constantly hoping for centaur contact but the third week he gave up and distracted himself in any way possible. After an hour or so Benard picked up the fork from his breakfast tray to carve a notch on the bedpost, he walks to the bathroom to change into the clothes provided.
           Two more months passed and still no contact with the outside world. Benard's arm has healed over completely, rough skin covers his wrist was a constant reminder of the look on his friends face. Benard stud in the shower letting the cool water run down his body he raises his face to the shower head, not moving he starts humming softly. At first he just made stuff as he went on but he realized he was humming the song his mother sang to him when he was just a cult not wanting to go to bed. Benard sits on the bottom of the cold ceramic tub crying silently and for the first time he was grateful that he was alone.
The next morning was the same he woke up, ate breakfast, and began his morning work out when he heard something he hadn't heard in so long he fell over in surprise. It was a knock on the door. He was lying on the ground when the man walked in Benard quickly attempted to stand up but in his haste he tripped over his own hoof and fell against the man. Benard quickly righted himself and stepped back "sorry" he murmurs. The man smiles widely "son, how would you like to be a spy?" Benard looks at the man blankly "what?" he asks. "The big guys upstairs want you to be a part of our team, what do you say kid?" the man smiles warmly. "What do I say? What do I say! I've been saying I want to leave for the past four months! What do you think I say?! I don't even know where I am!" he screams at the man.  The man suddenly began throwing up liquid gold and screaming like a baby on a sugar high Benard backed into the wall the world flipped upside down as he began to fall
and then he woke up.[bless you]