My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

The Six Lost Souls

Chapter 5. Applejack.

The forth picture in line was another boy with pale apricot skin, bright chocolate colored eyes and golden blonde hair. He had a few freckles on each of his cheeks and thick eye brows. He was also wearing a cowboy hat.

"He's very handsome," Marty spoke while peering at the young boy's picture, "Let's see what happened to him."

Marty clicked on his picture, and the web browser went to another web page. This time it was on . It was a news article from 2005. The heading was in bold letters on the top of the page, "16 year old, Court Foster, dies in horrific accident". Later on, I realized that he was the inspiration of Applejack.

Court was a country boy who lived on a farm with his family, just like Applejack does on the show. But what the show didn't include was that his farm was run down. His family was struggling with money. Court was also the second oldest in the family. That meant that it was up to him and his older brother, Corey, to help take care of their younger siblings. They often worked odd jobs for money to keep their family stable.

Court never had any time to enjoy his life at all. He never had any friends, free time, and he never even had time to do his homework or study because he was always busy. Things only got worse when his father died of heart attack in 2001. His mother soon followed him in death from committing suicide.

Eventually, Corey, Court, and their nine younger siblings were sent to live with their senile grandparents, who were certainly unable to take care of them. Both of the older brothers had an extremely heavy burden placed on them. Sadly, this would lead Court to his own gruesome demise.

Court shot up out of his bed like a rocket. He peered at his alarm clock and saw that it was 4:10am. "Court! Wake up!" Corey shouted harshly from outside the bedroom door, "We're goin' to be late!"

"I'm commin!" Court shouted back, as he ran to the dresser.

Court put on his blue and white, plaid, button up shirt, and faded blue jeans. He quickly slipped his feet into his old sneakers and yanked his straw hat from the top of the dresser as he ran down stairs. He made his way outside, where he saw Corey in their blue, rusty, pickup truck, waiting for him. Corey was 18, and had dark blonde hair and silver eyes. He was a little taller than Court and spoke in a deep southern accent, just like everyone else in his family.

Court climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut as they drove off down the country road. The sky was a dark blue color and the atmosphere was light by dim, blue daylight. The pickup truck bumped up and down continually as they drove over the gravel filled road.

"Corey?" Court sighed with a twisted feeling in his stomach, "Do you think this is a good idea? We don't even know what this man wants us to do?"

"It don't matter," Corey replied in a stern voice, "We need the money or else what's left of our family will starve."

"Have you even meet this guy before?" Court replied.

"Of course I have. He's very strict but he's paying us each ninety dollars. We need that money!" Corey fired back.

"Ok, cool your jets," Court replied in a calming voice.

After a few minutes, they finally arrived at an old farm surrounded by fields. An old windmill sat in near the wooden house, and the barn was visible in the distance. Cows were also seen roaming the grass fields. Court and Corey both stepped out of the car as an old man walked over to greet them.

"My name is Gerald Tyler," the old man groaned in a mean, deep, southern accent, "I need one of ya to milk the cows, and another one of ya to drive the tractor to plow up the fields. Does that sound simple enough for ya?"

Corey replied nervously, "Yes sir."

"Good," Gerald snared, "Now move your asses! Pronto! I ain't payin ya for nothin."

Gerald limped his way back inside while Corey walked towards the cows. Court quickly ran over to him. "Wait!" Court shouted, "Where you goin'?"

Corey turned around with an annoyed look on his face, "I'm gonna milk the cows. You better start plowing the fields."

"Corey please!" Court wined in a concerned voice, "I never used a tractor by myself."

An angry look appeared on Corey's face, "Boy you better get your scrawny ass on the tractor!" he snared.

"Alrite! Fine!" Court snared back.

Court walked past the house to the tractor in the back fields. It was an old, rusty, brown tractor which stood about six feet high. A wave of anxiety rushed over Court, but he managed to snap himself out of it. "Don't worry Court," he told himself, "It's just like drivin' a car."

He hoisted himself up on the tractor seat and pulled on the leaver. The tractor made a loud rumbling noise as it's huge wheels drug it through the open fields. Court concentrated hard to control the steering. Even though it was daylight, it was still mildly dark, and Court was barely able to see anything.

By the time Court noticed something was wrong, it was already too late. The tractor wheels went over a log laying in the middle of the field. As the tracker bumped up, Court lost his balance. He landed on the ground, right in front of the metal blades, coming right for him.

Corey was startled by the sound of a deathly scream coming from the backfields. He quickly climbed to his feet an sprinted behind the house. "Court!?" Corey shouted, "Court are you ok!?"

Corey peered around the huge field, and something frightening caught his eye. The tractor was moving through the fields without Court on it. Corey became hysterical, "Court!?" he screamed, "Court! Where are you!?"

Soon, Corey found what was left of his brother. Court was lying face up. His plaid, blue, button up shirt was shredded and drenched with blood. His eyes where closed tight.

That morning at 4:45am, Corey called the ambulance on his cell phone. By the time they had got there, Court was already gone forever.

I felt tears slowly trickle down my face. "It just wasn't fair," I sighed to Marty, who was also tearing up, "That poor boy… He didn't deserve this. He never even had a chance to live his own life."

Sadly, I'd later find out that none of these boys ever had chance.