Apocolyptria

      Spade was still galloping away when Lance finally recovered. He was still determined to get his bits back. He wiped away the blood on his snout, which was probably going to need stitches. All thanks to Spade. "Spade!" He yelled into the club, seeking for the mare he didn't know was gone by now. He pushed aside the ponies that were trying to help him and marched towards the door. Or whatever you call an awkward march that involved pushing past sweating, stinky bodies of ponies that were dancing around. After a while, he just opened his wings and hovered over the partying ponies. Of course he had to come on one of the most busiest nights.

Lance abruptly clapped his wings to his body, and landed sharply next to the exit. He busted open the club doors angrily with a powerful buck from the hindlegs. He used to work voluntarily on a farm in Fillydalphia. It paid off moments like this. Extending his wings, he zoomed off into the night sky. It felt good to fly, especially after being in a club full of ponies that were stinking up the already claustrophobic air with awful body odor. Lance shuddered at the thought. He didn't dwell too much on it though. He was too busy looking for a certain brown mare.

Meanwhile, Spade was running out of breath and her legs felt as if someone was slowly sliding glass into them. Her legs were already sore from constantly traveling, her hooves nearly worn down to a nub. Spade ducked quickly into the nearest alleyway. Unicorns and pegasi have it easy. Spade wished she was more than a simple pony, then in situations like these she could get away easily. Spade pranced over to a garbage can and ducked behind it, wrinkling her nose at the smell. Spade had only been behind the garbage can for only about thirty seconds and already hated it. She started hating the town she was in. Fillydelphia was interesting at first, but now she thought it was trash.  And it was. The sad excuse of a town was the last thing on her mind as she saw a white flash appear overhead.

Spade held her breath as she recognized Lance. She shrunk back against the slimy garbage can as much as she can, her heart thudding harder than a rabbit's foot. If Lance found her, it was game over. The white pegasus landed on the other side of the garbage can. Spade shimmied slowly to the edge of the can where the back of it met the wall. She grimaced as she felt slime following her. Her back pack only covered so much of her back...

Spade slowly turned and lifted a hoof to reach the top edges of the trash can. In the small light the moon provided, it was hard to see if the lid was up or not. When Spade felt no lid, a small weight felt lifted off her shoulders. She had to hurry. Lance was getting closer. Due to years of evading ponies gave her enough skill it was almost ninja-like. She placed her other hoof on thd edge and lifted herself up. She swung her hindlegs over, but strained her muscles as she refused to land inside the garbage can completely.

She lowered her body slowly, her arms shaking with effort. She wanted to scream with relief when she felt her hind hooves reach a slimy but soft garbage bag underneath her. She held back the urge and slid down into a crouch inside the can. If she hesitated maybe even half of a second too late, she would have been found. She shoved her hoof in her mouth in an attempt to muffle her breathing. Her heart beat even faster as she heard Lance's hoof steps around the garbage can.

He seemed to have been grumbling to himself. Spade strained her ears to hear him, but he was too quiet. She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

After about five minutes of waiting, she slowly began to stand. Fear made her muscles stiff, making it hard to move. She twisted her head until she felt the knuckle in her neck pop. That was a relief. Sitting against that hard metal wall made her neck stiff. Spade turned and grabbed the top edge of the garbage can and slowly hauled her aching body up. She peered over the edge of the garbage can. She couldn't see Lance anywhere. She looked around, but found no trace of him.

Spade sighed loudly with relief. She began to lift herself out of the garbage can. It was easier to get out now that she could make noise. She landed with a loud CLOP on the ground, her backpack dropping down with her. She shouldered it back on and began to walk torwards the entrance of the alley. She turned her back on the garbage can and walked away slowly. And that was her mistake. Something tackled her from behind, grabbing her by her hindlegs and tripping her. "What the hell?!" Spade cried in surprise. "I have you now!" A familiar voice cried maniacally. "Lance! Let go!" Spade scream as she kicked at the white pegasus. Her right hind hoof caught him in the same place she smashed the glass on his face, causing more blood to gush out of the open wound.

Lance didn't even flinch. He was too busy trying to hold down a wild kicking mare. Spade reached her left front hoof behind her ear and grasped hold of her Ace of Spades playing card. She angled it correctly and flung it like a ninja star. The tip caught Lance in the eye. The throw had enough force behind it for the card to get stuck in Lance's eye. Lance cried out in pain and released Spade's legs. Spade dragged herself away as quickly as she could. Lance's cries renewed with fresh pain as he ripped the card out, sending blood spraying everywhere, even all over Spade's face.

Spade ignored it as she stood up and walked over to Lance. She stepped on his arm, holding it down, and ripped her card out of his grip. When she saw there was still some blood on the tip, she wiped it off on his white coat. Then immediately felt ashamed of it. "Might as well add insult to injury." She muttered. The shame didn't last long as she remembered this was the same guy who wanted to kill (and possibly rape) Spade over two hundred bits. Spade just grabbed her pack that fell off of her and shouldered it back on.

She was about to leave when she heard Lance begin to talk in his deep voice.

"You'd better watch your back...*gasp*... Because I will find you...*gasp*... And I Will kill you...*gasp*... You can run...*gasp*... But you can't hide." Lance grinned widely, his hoof covering his eye. Spade didn't respond. If she felt any fear, she sure as hell didn't show it. Spade turned and walked away as fast as she could. Before she got back to her hotel, she stopped by Sport's Colt's Warehouse. She packed the item she bought into her pack.

She purchased a gun.

Because if Lance found her again, it will take more than just a card to stop him.

Spade knew from experiance.