I

The question isn`t who is going to let me; it`s who`s going to stop me. -- Ayn Rand

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Chapter I

It was a dark night, like everyone last of them. There was nothing special about the night, aside from that the sky was beautiful with bright stars, polluting the atmosphere. However, why I was clearly out in the dark was to see my house getting burnt down. Fires were coming out of the cloud home.

Trusting my instinct, I decided to fly and try to hold the cloud house up. I spread out my wings, and then lifted myself from the ground with my wings flapping, and then I decided to speed all the way to the foundation that held the house up.

I then placed my hooves onto the foundation and tried to push it up, with my wings flapping as fast as I could. The house was heavy to push up, and every time I tried to push it up, something just pushes it down.

Not risking my life since I am such a pathetic foal, I decided to retreat back to where I was looking at. I could have pushed harder, but I decided to make up the theory that if I pushed it up as hard as I could, something would push it down harder.

That house was my own. Several of my valuable items and possessions were in there, such as the various Wonderbolts posters that were in there, and Daring Do books which I borrowed from Twilight Sparkle to read, because I became addicted to them after reading one of them back at the hospital where I was 11 years ago.

Speaking of the Wonderbolts, after I got back from the Wonderbolt Academy, the Mane Six threw a party stating “Welcome back, Rainbow Dash!” in one of the banners. Pinkie Pie, the master of all parties threw a very good party, just as always. I opened up the gifts that were awaiting my arrival. All of them were really good, from my friends who waited several days anxiously for my arrival. Fluttershy`s gift was a very old picture of ours, taken while we were at Flight School 25 years ago.

For some reason, I haven't aged in ten years. I do not know why.

All of a sudden, somepony called out my name. Rainbow Dash!

I turned around to the source of words that somehow managed to startle me. It was a police officer with a blue suit, and with a white coat, and a blue mane.
I walked up to that pony who called out my name some moments ago.

“You can stop now, Mrs. Rainbow Dash.” said the police officer in a calm voice. “Dusk Shadow, officer for the Ponyville Police. What the hay just happened?”

“My house just got burned to the ground, Dusk Shadow.”

“So, was that your house right over there?” said Dusk Shadow, as he was clearly curious because he was wondering about what happened.

“Well, yeah.” I replied to the curious pony.

Dusk Shadow snapped. “So therefore, your house got burned down by some idiot, isn’t that right, Mrs. Rainbow Dash!”

“You didn’t need to get snappy with me.” I replied to Dusk Shadow.

“Maam, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. You let your damn house burn to the ground, and you didn’t do anything about it.” Dusk Shadow said, frustrated at me at how I couldn't stop the house from burning.

Remember when I told you when I was pushing the house back up? Well, I tried to but, then I noticed something pushing it down. That something was magic, and then, I suspected suddently that Dusk Shadow was making sure I didn’t save it.

“Holy shit, Dusk. You were the one who bucking pushed my house to the ground while I was saving it.”

“You got that right. I used magic to make sure I upheld the status quo on the house. So, you failed.”

“Dammit, Dusk Shadow! I could have saved my house, but you bucking prevented it!”

“You swear one more time, and I will beat the shit out of ya.”

That statement made by Dusk Shadow simply resonated in my memories like a wall went in it. You swear one more time and I will beat the shit out of ya.

I tried to think of Fluttershy saying Yay to make sure the wall torn down. But, it was overshadowed by the statement for some very odd reason. Maybe it was because it was very fresh like something grown out of some plant…

You swear one more time and I will beat the shit out of ya. repeated in my mind over and over again, and I coudn’t really recover from it until a few minutes later. After a few minutes, I pressed him with a question.

“Why did you call me maam?”

“I won’t answer your question, Rainbow Dash.”

I wondered why Dusk Shadow wouldn’t answer my question. As of a result, I got furious, because firstly he made my mission to save my house from disaster impossible, and then he called me maam, when he clearly knew my name.

And, he also said that he would beat the shit out of me if I swore one more time, which is ironic because he swore while delivering the warning to me.

“Answer the question, Dusk. I am asking you.” I said very calmly, as I tried to get out of the situation.

However, I studied his face. He was very angry, for reasons I do not know. So, that meant he either wanted to kill me or probably wanted to beat the shit out of me.

“Buck you, Rainbow Dash, thats why!” answered Dusk Shadow, as he used his magic to draw out his baton. He swung the baton, hitting me on the throat. I collapsed, and then he proceeded to beat me on the back using the baton. After a few moments, my vision became blurrer, as every hit proceeded to hurt me more and more and every time the baton hit me on the back, I wondered was I going to die. Then, he grabbed my mane, pulling it up forcing me to be pulled along with it, and then he told me this.

“You lesbimares make me sick.”

I responded desperately, “Buck you!”

And as it all began, it ended. He threw my head on the ground, causing me to lose consciousness.

I was in a cloudy room, like any other cloudy room in Cloudsdale. Today was the day when I was finally going to Flight School. I was already an talented flyer.

There was the mare who care of everypony. Her name was Blue Sky. But everyone called her Blue. She always made sure everyone felt welcome. I was very excited to finally go to a school.

I was called up next after some guy named Red. “Rainbow Dash!” shouted Blue Sky as she started getting my paperwork filled by my parents. The only reason why my parents would file paperwork is because of my flying abilities which improved.

“Hello. My name is Blue Sky. So, Rainbow Dash, huh?”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“You sound very excited!”

I did. I sounded far more excited than Red, who took time from my paperwork. I bet he was very shy about certain stuff. I don’t know why though. Maybe he’s just shy like that.

“Well, I found your paperwork. I just have to stamp them. You will be in Flight School for five years!``

Awwww, yeah! I shouted excitedly, like somepony was about to go on hyperdrive around here.

After a while, Blue Sky handed me the room number. Room Number 287, it said. Maybe it was my room where I was going to stay for the next five years.

This is where you will be staying for the remainder of your time here at Cloudsdale Flight School. said Blue Sky, like a generic news anchor. Have fun!

I went out of the main administrative building, which was the only way in or out of the school due to the fact that patrols frequently scouted any possible escape route. I looked at the slip I was given. Room number 287, which was in where the 200-300 room building, again covered in clouds.

I landed safely in one of the hallways and then moved all the way towards Room 287. I opened the door. There was an filly, with pink mane, and a pink tail, and green eyes.

Who are you?.

I woke up in an hospital room filled with graffiti all over the place. Some I coudn`t understand, some I could, but that was not the purpose I had. The purpose I knew was that why was I in a hospital, an abstraction of art created to the purpose of treating ponies with basically anything that they considered to be dangerous to their health and well-being.

You swear one more time, and I will beat the shit out of ya.

That very thought that preceded this piece of fine text print was the exact same thing that Dusk Shadow told me. Apparently, even after the blackout I had, it was still in my mind like something freshly new.

All of a sudden, a door opened, startling me. It was a doctor, I could already identify because of his white usual clothes, and a hat with a red cross sign.

“Hello, Mrs. Rainbow Dash,” said the Doctor. “I am Doctor Stable. I shall be caring for you this evening.”

Doctor Stable. I for some reason knew his name, so I decided to persue a question:
“Have we met?”

He replied, “I think so, didn’t we? I think that was about ten years ago, when you crashed into a mountain, and then required treatment for three days?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

After the exchange of some friendly history chat, Doctor Stable decided it was time to give me what happened.

“Basically, you were hit at the throat by a baton. Then, Dusk Shadow came and started besting you in the back with the baton, then knocked you out.”

I never had been beaten up like this before in my life. Yes, I was beaten up pretty brutally by those bullies that harassed me and Fluttershy by calling us “fillyfoolers” just because we were best friends, but this...firstly he hits me on the throat and then proceeds to beat me up with a baton, then he knocks me out. What a bucked up little son-of-a-bitch he really is.

But am I like that? A bucked up little bitch? No. But is my world like that? Maybe, because of the recent terrorist attacks.

I responded; “Well, you can be sure that I am fin--”

Doctor Stable interrupted; “You are not fine, Rainbow. We have to do surgery on your neck. And also, healing spells are illegial here in Equestria following Princess Celestia’s Presidential Decree Number Four Million One Hundred Thou--”

I became irritated with him saying the number of the presidential decree, because I hated having to listen to several numbers being read. I didn’t want to become a cryptologist. I wanted to become a Wonderbolt.

Speaking of which, I was in the Wonderbolt Academy for 12 weeks. Spitfire sent me home, and she told me that I would get a letter in approximately a week. I didn’t get the letter, and I am still waiting for it, ten years after Spitfire sent me home to sleep like a toddler. Did she misplace the mail? I don’t know. But if she really wanted to send it, why wait ten years? THere is definitely something wrong.

But, I am a lazy bitch who keeps on the ground. A lazy abstraction. I fly some of the time, but I have grown slower over the years. I do not know why. Maybe I am becoming as slow as Fluttershy. Maybe fate has caught up with me and decided to slow me down. But I am not slow. I want things to be fast. And ten years was surprisingly, for me very fast.

“Enough of this presidential decree bullshit.” I overrided him, very pissed off. You heard me, I did not want to become a cryptologist.

Then I pursued him with if he wanted to illegally use healing spells. Now, the reason why healing spells is outlawed is (this is a rumor by the way) because somepony told me that terrorists demanded healing spells be outlawed due to how easy it was to heal ponies. So, they told Celestia that they can stop with the activities if they made it against the law to heal ponies.

“Would you do anything to take care of your patients?”

He replied, “I would, Rainbow. I would do anything to take care of my patients.”

“Even if it means breaking the law?” I questioned his reply, due to the fact that if he really was going to take care of his patients, he had to use everything in his power to do it, even if it meant breaking the law.

Doctor Stable stopped and thought for a moment. He was clearly stunned about the question. After a few minutes, in his thinking, he came up with a response.

“Yes.”

“Let’s do it then.” I said, as I prepared myself to be healed. What? You have to prepare yourself, because something might go wrong, OK? I have done a bunch of spells with Twilight Sparkle.

“All right. But what happens when this spell fails?” Doctor Stable asked, evenly.

“You will get the blame, because you brought it up.” I snapped mentally. I was obviously pissed, and I wanted things to move a bit faster.

I did the math in my head. Basically, he will get the blame not only for doing the spell, but for also bringing up about the spell being illegial in our earlier conversation which eventually escalated to this.

“Even if it means breaking the law?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I will be right baack, becuse I always bring a book just to be sure.” Doctor Stable told me as he was about to do some procedures so that the healing spell would work.

Dusk Pulse went out of the room, opening the door that led somewhere.

Do you know who is a lover of mine? Fluttershy. I and her met at Flight School back when we were fillies. She was the only friend I had prior to Gilda, but Gilda was an asshole. She never considered Fluttershy a friend, she only considered me and her Gryphon’s. So, as of a result, I started to neglect Fluttershy.

But how do you neglect somepony? Just because you have somepony that is as good as you does that mean that you have to neglect somepony that you have been with for so long? Was I seriously bucked up during that time? I didn’t reach for the best within me, which reminds me of someday when I and Fluttershy were both at bed awake. She wasen’t a drug addict at that time. I asked her what was the best within us.

“I wonder, Fluttershy.” I started to ask her, as I was at bed with her. She was hugging me, and I was hugging her as well.

“What is it, Rainbow…?” answered Fluttershy, as she was looking at me, like she was there. I was there. Three of my friends are dead. Suddenly, I found myself experiencing a vision of Twilight Sparkle being gunned down.

I tried to comprehend on what I was going to say, “Princess Celestia said to us one day, reach for the best within us. What is it?”

“Our um, cutie marks?” said Fluttershy very shyly.

“Not nessesarily. Fluttershy, we could have done something else aside from what our cutie marks tell us. Cutie marks are just a message to Equestria to what our talents are. We could try something else, always.” I then added, after thinking for a bit. “We could be skilled at something that our cutie marks don’t tell us.”

“So are you say that um...our cutie marks represent a talent, but you could be also good at several talents and skills also?” said Fluttershy curiously.

“Yeah, but honestly, if we are so limited to what our cutie marks tell us, then I do not know…”

Fluttershy kept looking at me. Her big blue eyes, were like a curiousity of something that I didn’t know. I was also curious, what is the meaning of the terrorism? What was the meaning of three of my friends being dead? I guess I won’t know until now.

Then after a few minutes lying down with absolutely no entertainment at all, the door where Doctor Stable went out of my hospital bed and closed it opened again.

“OK, here is the book, now let me find the right spell.” Doctor Stable said, as he put the book at my bed and started flipping the pages using his magic.He stopped somewhere, maybe because he found the spell, I thought. If he had stopped somewhere, then he most probably has a reason for stopping, like a pony nearing retirement, and stopping when the pony gets retired.

“I found the spell, now lets perform it, and lets see if you can get any better.” he confirmed as he got ready to get the spell, which he was doing illegially, to fire on me so that I would be healed--properly. But he had to read the spell first, because he had to understand it properly.

I warn-thought myself C’mon, Rainbow. You have got this far, but you better be prepared because something might go wrong.

So, after a few lines of reading, I saw Doctor Stable’s horn brighten up.

“You ready?” he asked,

“Yeah.” I confirmed.

It begun with him casting the spell on me. I saw nothing but white, but then it faded back to normal. The pain was still there but gradually, it faded away.

“Thanks a lot, Doctor Stable.”

“No problem. But remember, we are going to have to cover this up, because usually in a criminal case of this, the caster gets the death penalty, and the target gets 55 whips to his back.”

“And its usually painful.” I remarked.

“Exactly.”

Suddently, there was a knock on the door.

“POLICE! Open the door, or we will bust the door open!” yelled a police pony, desperatley so that the pony could get access to the room that I was lying in a bed.

The police had come. I wonder if they knew we were going to do the spell in the first place, because Doctor Stable realized that the Police had come for him.

Shit! Doctor Stable shouted as he started to run for cover. Rainbow Dash, stay were you are!

But the police is going to ge--

Doctor Stable interrupted me, Just stay there and do nothing!

The door was busted open by force. A typical police officer with a recognizable face (it looked exactly like Lightning Dust) held up a gun, and then shouted

Freeze!

I froze because first of all he was pointing a gun (a Smith & Wesson M&P Compact 9mm), and second of all because he shouted freeze, and third of all because the police were the law of the land.

Now, do you know how I know these guns? I frequently read several books about guns after the Daring Do books stopped production. The Daring Do books stopped production because they lacked the ideas, I heard from one pony.

Where the hell is Doctor Stable, huh? said the police officer as he started questioning me. Where is that motherbucking mutt?

“He is right next to me.” I repied.

The police pony turned a few degrees from me towards Doctor Stable and pointed the gun at the doctor.

“Doctor Stable, you are under arrest for the rape and murder of Nurse Redheart, occuring exactly a few weeks ago.” said the pony as calmly as possible under this tense situation. Now, I have been in several tense situations, including when I rescued Rarity from her death using a Sonic Rainboom.

Now let me get back to this situation. He was getting arrested for rapeing Nurse Redheart? Well, that’s a first. I thought he was getting arrested for doing that spell that he did just now to me.

“You have a right to a lawyer, and you have a right to remain silent.”

“Shut up.” Doctor Stable replied, desperatley.

All of a sudden, Doctor Stable was shot in the head. Blood came out, in droves out of his forehead, zapping rapidly. Some of it landed in my face, and my hospital bed was soaked with blood. The body fell to the ground, and I saw in horror about the head shot that killed Doctor Stable.

“That is for shutting a police officer up.” Lightning Dust said coldly. Chills for some reason ran down my neck, because I realized how I witnessed a death. So before the police officer could leave, I asked her this, “Are you Lightning Dust?”

“Yes.” the police officer replied.

I looked at Doctor Stable’s body, still lying at a bed that was deemed a “hospital bed”. A gunshot to the head was like a tunnel, with blood coming out of it. It was bloody, but, not as bloody as what happened to Twilight Sparkle.

She was in Saddle Arabia, touring so that she would establish better relations with the government there. All of a sudden, she was shot, by a sniper. I was later told that the sniper was crazy, escaped from a hospital. He was charged with first-degree murder of a royal official, as well as escaping a hospital without signing out.

The next day, he was shot by a Canterlot fanatic, grieving over Twilight Sparkle’s death, and obviously pissed off about it. As of a result, the prosecutors and the officials that were planning to interrogate him that day were pissed, because they would never know why he shot Twilight Sparkle.

I forgot the names, because it was overshadowed by the funeral of Twilight Sparkle. No, I am not talking about the funeral itself, I am talking about Princess Celestia.

“...we are here to grieve and remember a fine pony who served in a castle. She considered herself the luckiest pony in Equestria. Well, we consider ourselves the luckiest ponies in Equestria, due to the fact that we had Twilight Sparkle…”
Wait a minute, lets skip ahead. During the speech, she turned it into a speech for all fallen ponies, and guess who she blames it on?

“The pegasi, who obviously think they are better then magic unicorns, ought to be ashamed due to the fact that they have been committing crimes more than ourselves….”

As of a result, rioting ensued in Cloudsdale, as the mayor and the ponies united to protest in favor of separation. Cloudsdale fell into martial law for 2 weeks after the rioting was stopped.

After I snapped out of my trance of thoughts I looked back at Lightning Dust. “You shot him?”

Lightning Dust replied, “Yeah, Rainbow Dash. I can recognize your face. YOu okay?”

‘Yeah. Should I get out of the room?” I asked her.

“Yes. You have somepony waiting for you.” she replied very calmly. She had calmed down for a bit.

I got out of my bed, and walked alongside Lightning Dust. I was a little bit surprised, because I thought she was still reckless. I would call coming into the room and shooting the bucking life out of somepony reckless...and crazy.

Well, that thought spiraled me into punching her in the face. She was knocked out, falling to the ground. Bucking police, they get away with nearly everything.

She later got up. I actually waited for her. Why? I don’t know. Feel free to call me a dumbass. I just waited for her. She got up after ten minutes, and then, she said being angry,
“What the hay did you do that for?”

“That’s for killing a doctor. That was reckless, and crazy. Why the hay did you do that?”

“Becau--”
“No, I am not going to take your excuses”
“Because BUCK YOU!”
“Why?”
“Because, shut the buck up for a moment, Rainbow Dash.”

I got quiet, as I had to listen to what Lightning Dust had to say. She calmed down for a moment.

“Because, after the terrorist attacks, we were forced to kill anyone who resisted arrest.” she explained to me.

“So, you were forced to be reckless.” I assumed.

“That, or we would be kicked out of the force anyway. I wanted to be in the force, so, I had to abide.”

“Sorry, for doing that.” I apoligized.

“That’s ok, Rainbow. I always get the shit kicked out of me whenever I kill somepony who is resisting arrest.” she explained, still a bit

“You know who you should have done that to?” said Lightning Dust as she got up.

“Who?” I replied,

“The police chief. He always kills people for no reason.”

“Did you stop being reckless?”

“Yeah. You want to know how I stopped being reckless?” she said, while I was walking back.

“I do.” I replied.

“You did. Believe it or not, after leaving the Wonderbolt Academy, I had a change of heart. My parents always believed in a philosophy.”

“What philosophy?” I questioned the last part of the question.

“Violence and recklessness makes every situation perfect. That is what they taught me. It was fascism, of course, but I didn’t know that until I started getting into--”

“Politics?”

“Kind of. I researched facism one day, looked into the “Book of Political Ideologies”. Frankly, it has been frowned for many years, because of the widespread hatred towards it, after the unsucessful invasion of Equestria by the then-facist Gryphon Empire.”

“And they are planning to attack Equestria again, from what I heard.” I added.

“Yeah. But this time, they have nukes. After the invasion, the Gryphons spent several years developing a bomb that would wipe out all ponykind.”

“What happens when they launch the atomic bombs?”

“Equestrian War III. The war has been theorisized as the end of Equestria and the end of all ponykind. Whatever side loses, they would suffer catastrophic losses. In short, they would get bucked.”

I later wanted to shift the topic. “You remind me of Twilight Sparkle.”

Lightning Dust stopped. “Twilight Sparkle? You knew Twilight Sparkle?”

“Yes. I did. Several years ago, I met her while clearing clouds for the Summer Sun Celebration. I was cocky, at that time.”

“I bet I can clear the sky in ten seconds flat!
Prove it.”

“I became friends with her. Best friends. We would go on adventures with her. After I and Fluttershy got married, Twilight Sparkle went away. Royal duties, she said.” I started to explain the story to Lightning Dust.

“Then what?” she asked, as she wanted the story to continue.

“She was brutally shot to death while touring Saddle Arabia.” My voice became a bit choked, because Twilight Sparkle was a friend that I somehow really loved, and now she was gone. “She was touring for donations to charities.”

“Do you think the Canterlot fanatic did it?” Lightning Dust asked, somewhat remorsefully.

“If I believed in the press, he would. But, I heard from somepony that one of the Royal Princesses did it.”

“Sorry, Rainbow.” apoligized Lightning Dust.

“No need to. I got enough apologies from several ponies.” I rebuffed and explained. “Can I continue?”

“Yeah, sure.” she allowed me, like I was asking permission for something.

“That “somepony” told me that it was near impossible for a ground pony to have a sniper rifle, which was incredibly stupid, becuase you can lay back and shoot a sniper rifle. But, they also told me about a plot to assasinate the Princess of Equestria. Apparently, there is a conspiracy theory going on. After the genocide of the Crystal Pon--”

“Son of a bitch...genocide on the Crystal Empire?!” Lightning Dust replied, surprised.
Both of us started to walk again towards the pony that was waiting for me. I bet that pony was Fluttershy, because I think she was worrying about me.

“Caused by the terrorists.” I started again, like a storyteller who wanted to tell a story to ponies. “Princess Luna and Celestia decided that Twilight Sparkle needed to die for that situation, due to the fact that Twilight Sparkle coudn’t even protect the Crystal Empire properly. She let them down. That is what the conspiracy theorists said.”

I also added, “That may have been a plausible cause, but if that was true, then the Canterlot fanatic was set up.”

“Maybe he really was set up so that it would bring closure to the ponies that were in shock. Maybe, if they found out that the Royal Princesses did it, then a revolt would happen, which therefore would topple royalty.” Lightning Dust assumed calmly, from what I told her.

“Maybe, I don’t really know. Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Sure. Anything as long as it abides by the law.”

“Lightning Dust, I want to know, who actually killed Twilight Sparkle?” I asked her.

Lightning Dust stopped. I knew she was stunned by the question, by something I coudn’t comprehend. She was stopped, completley dull, and knowingly trying to think of a plausible response to what I said. After a few minutes she replied,

“I honestly do not know who killed Twilight Sparkle. If the media did it, I would blame the Canterlot fanatic. But if it was the conspiracy theorists, I would personally blame the two princesses.”

Lightning Dust shrugged, “Oh well, who can you trust nowadays?”

We went through the doors to the waiting room. Fluttershy was there. I somehow heard her voice.

“P-please, b-b-b-b-be o-okay, R-Rain-bow…” she said, in a worried tone.

“Hi.” I said to her.

Fluttershy was startled. “R-Rainbow? Is that um...real--”

“Yeah its me.”

Fluttershy hugged me. “Im, so um..glad that you are alive.”

“D’awww…” said Lightning Dust, then added, “You both would make a great couple.”

“Couple? Were married!”

“Married?”

“Yeah.” I said to Lightning Dust.

Lightning Dust stopped for a moment, like she was in shock, but she was more worried.

“Both of you better watch your backs. Friendship Annihilation hates mares being together.” she warned.

“Why?” I asked Lightning Dust.

“Because, the leader, Tempest Malevolence is a fascist fanatic, who hates anything that dosen’t go with the flow of nature.” she explained to me, still in the worried tone.

“So that means he is a environmentalist.” I assumed, but then added, “But what makes him so bad?”

“Well, he wants anything which is unnatural destroyed in the most violent way. So, if its a body, then he likes skinning it. But, nowadays he is tired of gore so he blows stuff up.”

“So...wait a minute, did the terrorists blow up--”

“Your building? Buck yeah, they did. I was actually in the hospital to provide you an update. Your house was exploded when somepony spilled nitro-glycerin and lit it on fire.”

“Motherbucker…” I cursed, as I realized what happened to my house. Another casualty added to the list of Friendship Annilation’s anti-social behavior.

“Rainbow, um, you better--” said Fluttershy in a calm, but tense voice.

“Watch your language.” I assumed, and adding to the assumption, “I know that, my love.”
“I was going t-to actually tell you that we better leave. I saw so-somepony place a bomb somewhere…”

A bomb? Where was the bomb? I wanted to prevent a catastrophe that was about to happen. I wanted to say to Lightning Dust that there was a bomb inside the building, but for some reason, I coudn’t. I wanted to say: There is a bomb in the hospital, Lightning Dust. However, I didn’t want to change the topic of the conversation I had with Lightning Dust. But there was something else, some kind of sentinent magic in works that I noticed in my head, that prevented me from saying that there was a bomb in the hospital.

“ So, where did they buy all that stuff?” I asked Lightning Dust.

“We have yet to determine where they bought it, but one of our prime locations has been the mafia’s black market. It has been implicated in numerous terrorist attacks as the suppliers of the weapons.” Lightning Dust explained.

After we signed several paperwork (more like shit stating “PLACE OF BIRTH” and all that stuff which I questioned, seriously? Why the buck would you have to repeat that?) I and Fluttershy left the hospital.

“All right. Let’s go Fluttershy.” I told her, after the paperwork was done.

“I will be right next to ya.” She reminded me.

“All right. I love you, FLuttershy. Don’t forget about it.”

“I love you too, Rainbow Dash.”

I had been in love with Fluttershy for nearly ten years. However, we decided not to celebrate our anniversiary.

It first started in Flight School in Cloudsdale. Fluttershy was my roommate, and after a few frusturations, I quickly got used to her. But, it was the bullies that made me somewhat protective of Fluttershy. The bullies were assholes,yes, but what made them bucked up was the fact that they were far more popular and anypony that tried to stand up for us got physically assaulted by them bullies.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Author's Note

Thanks to FLutterdash7 for helping me out.