Crossing Anthology Two

A daunting task was upon them, as Jonah led the team, the others could pick up on what the situation was. A unicorn academy filled with hundreds of small fillies and colts, excelling in magic and beginning their first steps into a carrier of spells and sorcery; was receiving a deadly attack. The sound of shotgun blasts could be heard from inside the school, the screams of children and the cries of parents and teachers thickened. The four approached the sidewalk adjacent to the school, Jonah stopped the team;

“Let’s enter slowly and quietly, we’ll ambush the shooter once we’re in!”

Cole asked Jonah;

“Do you think it’s the serial killer?”

“Equestria knows no firearms, so I imagine yes…”

A window from the second story of the school shattered, a small colt was thrown out of the window, and his body splattered on the ground. A bullet hole was visible through his bloody and beaten head. He four jumped at the sight, Halie screamed;

“Oh god..!”

Cole thought of Halie’s safety, Halie had hydrokinesis, but there was no water around her to manipulate, and she was not skilled enough to generate water, like Jonah could with Ice. Cole grabbed Halie’s shoulders and told her;

“Go back to Ponyville; tell General Canis what’s happened. Stay safe.”

Jonah looked at Mina;

“You too, Mina!”

“What the hell? I came all the way out to this place; I’m going in to help! Don’t you remember, I have the ability to control the atmosphere, I can send a lightning strike down on this bitch!”

“You can’t do it from in the building, get out of here!”

Mina swung her arms down angrily;

“... SHIT… Come on, Halie. Let’s hop on the next train.”

Mina bumped Halie on the shoulder, and they both left. Halie looked back at Cole several times before she finally ran with Mina.

Jonah and Cole entered the school; the front door was kicked in. Jonah observed;

“Whoever this guy is, he’s got some confidence in himself, he just busted down the front door, he didn’t even try any back or side exi-!”

Cole interrupted;

“COME ON! We’re wasting time!”

Cole ran down the first hallway on the right of the entrance, Jonah took a second and ran after him. Jonah was at Cole’s side again. Jonah looked around rapidly, observing the lockers that were dented and scratched by shotgun blasts. The two boys came across a stairwell, and climbed up it, a bloody trail led up the stair case in front of them. At the top was a filly, bleeding out but still conscious. Jonah stopped Cole;

“Help her; I’ll look for the shooter.”

Cole kneeled down before the little girl, applying pressure to the large wound in her left thigh. Jonah ran down the hall, another shotgun blast was caught by Jonah’s ears and he followed it. The blasts became louder as Jonah ran to the source; he paused for a moment and backed himself to the wall. He shimmied his way along the wall to the entrance of one of the classrooms, he peaked in. Jonah’s sight revealed to him a pony cloaked by a black leather robe facing the opposite direction. The pony telekinetically levitated a shotgun in the air; then slowly floated it down to the forehead of a captive student. Around the predator and prey was a sickening sight of roughly twenty other deceased children, blown to the ground corrupted from bullets to the cranium. The final student began to tear up and whimper, the wielder of the gun cocked his weapon.

Jonah sprung into the classroom and sent a blast of ice to the barrel of the gun, trapping the bullet as it just fired. The student ran away, running passed Jonah. The shooter levitated his gun to his eyes and observed his frozen weapon, then floated the gun down and turned his masked face to Jonah slowly. Jonah looked into the shooter’s mask; it was a shiny silver color, and had three black visors; two for the eyes, and one for his horn. The mask was decorated with two gray sheets of cloth that hung from both of the cheek plates. The top was pointed, and was decorated with four fake, long, white dreadlocks with two black bands that stretched around each of them. The mouth piece of the mask was sliced with rectangular air holes. Jonah held his hand towards his opponent, warning the criminal not to move, or else he’d fire. Jonah tightened his eyes to make out the color of the shooter’s fur, by looking through the mouth piece he could identify that it was a dark brown color. The shooter did not move or speak, he would rarely blink, and he seemed just as intrigued as Jonah was. The shooter did nothing but gaze, creating a mysterious atmosphere for the both of them. Silence remained for a moment; Jonah shook his head and finally spoke;

“… My… my name is Jonah… of Princess Luna’s elite force, identify yourself…!”

The shooter did not respond, he continued gazing. Jonah warned him;

“SPEAK! Or… I’ll shoot!”

The criminal stood there, no changes in his posture, position, or dialogue. He was like a statue. Jonah said again;

“I’ll do it! … I will!”

Nothing happened; there were no movements from either of them. Jonah suddenly heard something approaching the room, it entered;

“What are you doing?!”

A source of bright light drew behind Jonah’s vision and was pointing itself directly at the shooter, the shooter’s eye finally shifted off Jonah and to the bolt of electricity as it began to manifest out of the figure’s finger tips. Jonah turned, it was Cole. Cole fired a massive amount of lightning from his fingers and sent it to the shooter; the shooter conjured a shield and deflected it hastily. The deflection traveled and blasted a photo of a little filly and a mother on the classroom front desk, a meter from where Jonah and Cole stood. The shooter aimed his shotgun at the two friends and cocked it. At the sound of the prepared firearm, Jonah conjured a thick wall of ice in front of himself and Cole. The shooter fired, and left only a crack in Jonah’s barrier.

Jonah summoned his strength and sent the ice barrier flying at the shooter, the ice smashed against the wall. Cole moved forward, preparing another round of lightning. The shooter was trampled by the heavy ice barrier; his disrupted telekinesis dropped the shotgun, and encased the ice. The ice shattered into twinkling, sharp fragments that sprayed across the room. The sharp particles left cuts on Cole’s face and hands, his electricity weakened. The shooter focused his magic energy on the shotgun again, and levitated it. The shooter aimed for the boys, Jonah bounced forward and lifted Cole to the ceiling to evade the next round fired by the shooter. The shell from the blast shattered and a piece penetrated Jonah’s foot. Jonah yelped in pain, his flight power withered and soon lost all altitude. The two friends fell to the floor, Jonah bent his knee two his chest and applied pressure to his foot. Cole looked at Jonah’s wounds and grew furious at the killer for harming him; Cole gathered his electrical energy again and fired into the shooter’s mask. The shooter’s mask detached from his face and slid to the far corner of the classroom underneath a desk. Jonah could not look at the killer’s exposed face; Cole caught a brief glimpse before turning to assist his friend. The shooter panicked and focused his magic to lift his mask back up and over to him, he quickly placed it on his face. The shooter retreated and jumped out of the classroom window, he flew into the cloudy skies of Fillydelphia. Cole helped Jonah to his feet; Jonah jumped and limped a little from the pain. Jonah sat back down on the floor for comfort and angrily yelled;

“Damn! He’s gone!”

Cole looked out the window, and back to Jonah;

“Don’t worry; I got a good look at his face, I blew his mask off. But why the hell didn’t you shoot him when you had the chance!?”

Jonah tilted his head down;

“I… I don’t know Cole. He… only gazed at me strange. I don’t know what it was but he… gave me a weird vibe…”

Cole rolled his eyes;

“Well what kind of vibe do you expect, he’s a serial killer!”

Jonah shook rapidly and shut his eyes;

“I’m sorry, okay! I don’t know why but he just… came off to me as ambiguous… He was hesitant to do anything to me until you fired at him.”

Cole sighed and said;

“Man, you gotta stop being so hesitant, no offence but you gotta be more decisive.”

Jonah sat there for a second, Cole put out his hand to help him up. Jonah activated his flight to avoid the anguish of his wound, and levitated his way out of the classroom, following Cole as he walked.

As Jonah paned through the air behind Cole, he asked him;

“What did he look like, Cole?”

Cole tried to remember every detail he could cogitate. He turned and walked backwards, saying;

“I can’t remember every detail; I only caught a small glimpse. He was a brown color of fur. His mane was brown, like your hair, just lighter.”

Jonah thought about this for a moment, Cole interrupted his pondering;

“He had a small scar on his left cheek. Not like a blade scar, but a burn. That’s about all I can remember.”

Jonah processed the information, saying;

“We’ll find our more soon… Let’s look for any more students in the building. Hopefully the casualties aren’t too high.”

A devastating event ends with a mysterious exchange between Jonah and the infamous unicorn killer. Many young lives have been lost, and many families will be torn. The anomalism of the killer has been stripped another layer, but in the end, was it worth the sadness and loss? No.

There is no excuse; neither can there ever be an excuse for the amount of lives taken at the Fillydelphia Magic Academy. Jonah and Cole must do better from this point on if they want to keep their heads above water, and to calm the souls of the pony populated land.