A Fugitive In Equestria

There was a low groan that could be heard throughout the old building. One that bounced off of walls, and reverberated though the steel beams that once supported the roof that was now mostly gone.

Wayne stretched again, a loud crack coming from his back. "Gettin' too damn old fer this." He twisted his head to the side, another crack. "Ah... there we go..." He leaned back on the makeshift pillow and closed his eyes.

There was another crack.

Wayne's eye slowly opened to a slit. Had that been his imagination? He listened closely to everything around him. From the rats pattering about around him, to the thunderstorm, deeply rumbling out its warning of rain.

There was nothing. Nothing but the sounds of the rats and his own breathing.

Wayne closed his eye again, wanting to get some much needed sleep. There was a nail jabbing him in the side, so he rolled over to get away from it.

The moment he did, there was a huge boom that echoed all though the old factory, followed immediately by the sound of a bullet snapping past his head.

Wayne jumped to his feet and took off sprinting in the opposite direction that the gunshot came from.

There was another shot. This time, the bullet grazed his shoulder, but Wayne ignored the pain. He got to the edge of a broken platform and jumped down in to the darkness below.

***

"Now concentrate on it. Make it your soul point of focus."

Twilight did as her teacher said. Sweat broke out of her forehead, trailing down her face. She put more magic into the spell, creating an overglow on her horn. Her wings flapping unconsciously in stress.

"That's it," Celestia said encouragingly. "Now, picture what you want most in the world, and release the spell."

Twilight pictured in her mind what she desired most in the world. She smiled inwardly at the mental image. When she was sure that she had enough magic to complete the spell, she released her magic.

There was a loud zapping noise as the magic shot forth from her horn. Where the bolt of raw energy hit, a purple cloud of smoke rose from the ground and quickly spread to engulf herself and her teacher, Princess Celestia. It smelled worse than anything she had ever encountered before in her life. It made her gag, nearly losing her lunch there and then.

She looked to the spot where her magic hit, and saw the form of something large. And it looked like that something was moving towards her. When she saw what it was though, she screamed.

***

Wayne picked up a small box and threw it behind him in hopes of slowing down his pursuers. He looked behind him as he continued to run only to see the box shatter to pieces as the blast from a shotgun tore it to nothing but wooden specs.

He needed to get out of there. He was outnumbered, out gunned, and likely outmatched.

He rounded a corner and came face to face with another of the mercenaries that were hunting him.

The merc was raising his gun to Wayne's head, but Wayne was faster.

There was a loud bang as the .44 Magnum went off, splattering the brains of the man all over the walls and on to Wayne's trench coat and face.

Wayne picked up the man's gun, an automatic rifle, and sped off down the broken corridor.

"We command you to cease your resistance and surrender immediately!" a voice boomed from behind him.

"Go fuck yerselves!" Wayne responded. He whipped around another corner, and met with a dead end. "Fuck," he swore silently.

"If you do not comply, we will use lethal force to subdue you!"

Wayne pointed the rifle at the wall and opened fire. First, the wall resisted. But years of neglect and rot made it weak. After emptying almost half of the magazine into the wall, he rammed into it, shoulder first. He winced from the pain that shot through his system, but the wall fell, and he continued his mad dash to freedom.

More shots rand out from behind him, causing him to duck his head low to the ground to avoid losing it.

Wayne turned on his heel and took aim. Once he had them in his sights, he fired. Three of them went down instantly, spraying the other eight with bright red blood. As the gun clicked from an empty chamber, he threw it to the ground and kept running down the dark hall.

"You have been warned! We will now use lethal force to eliminate you as a threat to our glorious government leaders!"

Wayne jumped into an empty elevator shaft and grabbed the ladder on the wall to stop himself from falling to his death.

There was a creaking noise, then a loud snap as the cable came loose.

"Oh fuck me."

The cord he was holding gave way, sending him spiraling down the elevator shaft.

Wayne was about to scream for his life, but a solid landing knocked the wind- and the ability to scream- right out of him. He had landed on an elevator stuck in position.

There were shouts coming from above him. He had to move, now.

Wayne sucked in a shaky breath, wheezing as he let it out. He stood up, looking for the ladder. But he found instead the hatch that led into the elevator he was standing on. He rushed over to it, pulled it open, and jumped inside.

"There is nowhere for you to run! Surrender now, or be decimated!" the voice boomed down at him.

Wayne sighed and pulled back his sleeve, revealing a data pad crudely retrofitted to be worn around his wrist. "I did always hate this part of town," he sighed. He started entering coordinated for a translift.

There was an enormous boom as an explosive hit the lift he was in, shaking it around violently.

Wayne's fingers slipped, entering a random number into the system of his data pad.

There was a high-pitched whine as the translift bubble formed around him.

A second explosion rocked the lift, causing it to hurtle towards the bottom of the elevator shaft. But the bubble disintegrated the lift as it past Wayne, protecting him from being crushed. A moment later, the bubble zapped out of existence, carrying with it Wayne, on his way to his accidentally chosen destination.

As the translift bubble shot through hyperspace, Wayne wondered where it was he was being translifted to. For all he knew, he might end up in the center of a sun, or a mile under the ground back in Philadelphia. There was no way of knowing where he was going to end up... Until he got there of course.

Wayne could feel the bubble start to slow its speed. He was close to his stop. He just hoped that it wasn't underground, buried alive. At least a sun would be quick.

His movement stopped. There was a loud zap as his translift bubble came back into existence. So he wasn't in the center of the sun, and he wasn't underground. So, where was he?

There was a low hum as the bubble evaporated around Wayne, leaving him standing in a cloud of foul-smelling purple smoke. He waved his hand around to clear it, but only made it worse. So, coughing, he started forward, trying to get out of this cloud of stink.

As Wayne stepped out of the purple cloud, he saw two figures before him. A large white horse, and a small purple horse. But not only that; they both had wings and a horn.

His viewing of them was interrupted though as the small purple one started screaming so loud that it hurt his ears.

He cringed and covered his ears with with gloved hands, attempting to block out the high-pitched sound. But as he did this, he saw a troop of small white and grey horses running towards him with spears. The sight would have made him laugh... If he wasn't busy filling the little things full of holes with his Magnum.

***

As the group watched in silence, a translift bubble zapped away with their target inside. They had failed in their mission.

The one wearing a red shirt raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke. "The target has escaped."

From the small panel embedded into his wrist, came a squall of static hissing and random blips of noise.

He entered a sequence of numbers into his wrist pad and entered them. There was a high-pitched whine as the translift bubble started to appear around the group of mercenaries.

"Understood," he said in acknowledgement, and powered down the wrist pad. "Commencing translift to fugitive's location in three, two, one." Then, they were all sent through hyperspace. And in the direction of Wayne.