Shattered Notes

Tuesday

Swift Note was confronted again by the pony that had taken his saddle bag, this time he was given the warning that if he was there later that night he would have to pay for the use of his alleyway again.

Solum he slowly walked off with the endless rain beating down on his body, he would walk through alleyways in the hopes that one of them could be his new living space but everyone was either occupied, had some kind of protector, or sleeping in the middle of the street would have been better.

It was nearing midnight by the time Swift Note had found an alleyway that he was sure didn't have an owner or any pony who would claim that they were, it was dark and held little shelter from the rain that was still dampening his hoodie and body.

Curling up he tried to get some sleep which was seeming to elude him as much as a safe place to sleep.

Thursday

It was a night time when the sudden screech of pain woke the restless sleeping form of Swift Note, afraid to stay in the alley but just as scared to move he found himself unable to relax even slightly even as his body demanded that he would relax and even begged for it as the familiar throbbing of his wing stubs started to grow to the point of agony.

Without a choice he forced his body to relax so that at least if he were to die his wing stubs wouldn't be the biggest worry to protect.

Agony spreads through his limbs as he slowly slips back to sleep despite the terror of the scream from before.

The Fight

Laughter filled the morning air when Swift Note was woken by a gale knocking him around, in pain he pulled himself up and with a groan looked back to see that his pride was still gone and bleeding "is this some kind of nightmare?" he couldn't help but muse to himself.

His eyes are blood shot as they fall upon various shadowy figures and he finds himself unsure if it is morning or night, even wonders what day of the week it is but suddenly that isn't important.

A blur of black only visible for a second puts him on edge as the constant laughter reaches his ears from an unknown source; the voice seems to surround him keeping him locked in one spot as it descends upon him.

In fear his looks around his body tense and his wing stubs working as if ready for flight bring a pang of pain and sorrow to surface, in that instance it happened.

Thrown violently against a wall a pony with wings of silver laughs "I've been looking for you Swift Note" in that instance everything went from scared and weak to hopeless.

"Who are you?" no chance of avoiding what was to come Swift Note found himself ready for the worst.

"Me? well I'm the one that needed that" a silence fills the air for a moment "shall we say, package delivered and it could after all only be by you swift one" a set of sharp blades suddenly appeared along his wings "shall we dance?"

Letting out a sigh Swift brought himself into a fighting stance "I'm guessing I'm not getting a choice?" the nod from his attacker was all he needed to see, slowly he found himself closing his eyes and letting soft synthesized like noises come from him.

And then the first strike was landed.

"Well that looks like it hurts" Swift Note found himself on the ground a fresh cut along his shoulder, with a swift spin he found himself face to face with his attacker; a dingy coat around the wild look of his eyes showed more than insanity but pain.

"Looks like you hurt more..." with a heart starting to become heavy Swift bucked forward and his assailant was sent flying through the air, adapting fast through he uses the momentum to fly fast towards Swift.

Adrenaline drives Swift to a strong leap to avoid the in coming attack, if his fighting hadn't heavily reliant on his ability to fly and short lived he might have avoided getting his back hoof slit across the bottom.

Blood stains the alleyway and stage of their battle as Swift is walking around his opponent not wanting to be to close but needing to keep his eyes on him "what is your favorite part of this city Swift Note? is it the alleyways? maybe the music scene?" it was irritating to hear his enemy's endless banter "earth to Swift are you there? hello?" the twitch of his eye was the only sign that would show though "helllllllo?!"

Suddenly being attacked Swift brought the battle to his terms; hoof to hoof.

Strike after strike were landed while the endless talking and laughing continued; slowly his anger and annoyance was building up with each and every word.

It reached the braking point but it wouldn't brake, at least until a sharp set of knives went along his back and where his wings once were "oops was that a sore spot?" in the fallowing rage Swift threw him down and stole a knife in his teeth.

"Shut the buck up!" nothing but laughing fallowed and in that moment something snapped.

A sharp jerk of the head and then a tongue and a chunk of flesh landed at the ground.

"You!" -another jerk- "are!" -hair and an ear fall to the ground- "bucking!" -blood spurts from an eye socket- "annoying!"

He fell back seeing what had happened "by Celestia what did I just do?" on the ground he looked at the pieces of the attacker close to his bleeding form.

The blood of his ear and tongue slowly being washed away by the never ending rain.

The never ending rain that has been in existence from the day the prestigious wings were ripped from his body.

The flash of a knife snaps Swift from his daze only to be fallowed by a sharp pain sticking out of his back and the attempted laugher of the attacker.

A sharp buck sends him against the wall with a sickening crunch and gurgle.

In fear he runs off in need of a new resting place.

Even he wouldn't have known what was going to happen in the near future.

End of Week 2