My Little Supernatural: Demons are Evil Sons of Bitches

     Stormy sized up the strong-looking stallion standing before him. "Wait," he began. "Is he your..." he motioned to Thunderlane, then to his sister.

     "Colt-friend?" Lightning asked.

     "Yeah."

     "Yes, Stormy, Thunderlane is my colt-friend."

     Stormy cocked an eyebrow. "Wow. She so cannot handle you. Have y'all already?" He slammed his hooves together.

     Thunderlane and Lightning both tilted their heads to the side. Then it hit them. "Oh!" Thunder exclaimed.

     "Yes." Lightning finished.

     "Well," Stormy said. "He must certainly be a big guy." He looked at Thunderlane. "Dude, you are way out of her league. But you ain't outta mine, if you catch my drift," he said with a smirk.

     Thunderlane and Lightning both turned scarlet. "No!" Lightning said, putting her hoof in front of her colt. "Stop flirting! He's mine!"

      "Okay!" Stormy threw his hooves up. "Fine!"

     Lightning turned back to her sweetheart. "Sorry about that. He's a real chaser. He tends to make ponies melt down." Thunder blushed harder and looked down in shame.

     "It's okay... I don't mind.." He muttered meekly.

     "Look, Lightning, I need to talk to you. Could we go for a ride in my Shelby and talk things over?" Stormy asked.

     "Fine, Storms. Let's go," she said angrily. She turned back to Thunderlane just as she was exiting the door. "Hey, we'll be back, okay, babes? Don't go anywhere."

     "Don't worry, I'm gonna be in bed asleep. You two are fine." With that, Thunderlane shut the door behind his mare-friend and crashed onto his bed, falling into a deep slumber.

     Stormy and Lightning trotted out to her brother's world-famous lightning fast customised 2010 Shelby GT500 Super Snake. She gently brushed her hoof along the side as she strode to the passenger door. Her brother unlocked the coup, and they both simultaneously opened their doors and flew in. While Lightning buckled her seatbelt, Stormy ignited the engine and backed out of the driveway and into the bleak morning darkness.

"So, what's up with dad? Why don't you just accept that he wants to be alone on this?" Lightning began.

"Because," Stormy retorted. "I think he's going after the same demon that killed mom."

"And? What if this is what he needs to do? He's a grown stallion, Stormy, he'll be fine. He helped create you. Cut him some slack."

"He sure as hell didn't create me five hundred years ago. Not when I was stuck in the fourteenth century and had to live my life through. No, I'm time's creation now. I don't depend on him according to the time line. Hell, I'm older than him."

"Still, if it hadn't been for him, you wouldn't have existed." Lightning pointed out.

"Why do I even call you 'sister'?" he snapped. "Far as I'm concerned, you're not the same Lightning Dash I knew five hundred years ago. It's a different time-line. When you had heard that your brother, your Stormy, was killed in an alley, you were horrified. You thought he was dead.

"And you were right. I'm not the same Stormy. I was the one that killed him. He was a different Storm Dash, from a different time line. Me?" He paused to compose himself.

"I have no timeline. No future. No 'technical' relatives. No one. I'm just.. here. I'm not even supposed to be here. I have no past, no future. Only a present. I bet you that if you were to travel back in time, I wouldn't be there. Because the real me-- the mortal me-- died in an alley four years ago."

He heard his sister sniffle. She looked up at him, and they traded glances. "I'm.. I'm so sorry, Storms... I never knew."

Stormy clicked his tongue and shook his head as he turned back to the road. "Oh, Lightning, don't look at me like that."

He cleared his throat and blinked. "And you can thank your sister I'm like this."

"What!? I have a sister!?"

"My Lightning did. Y'all were identical twins. She was born first and always acted like the older sister. But then when she told me she knew when I was going to die, told me the time and place, I panicked. I prepared myself, gathered up all of my weapons and all the cash I could carry in this car and high-tailed it outta town. I did not wanna die. I still had a future.

"But then I was deployed again. I was stabbed out on the battle field." He turned to look her straight in the eye. "This was 1917, mind you. World War One, the allied forces of Equestria, Germaney, the Gryphon Territories, and the resistance in the Crystal Empire, all in a battle to overthrow the armies of darkness that which was commanded by the ruthless King Sombra the Terrible. I was stabbed in a mission to kill him. I succeeded in the assassination, but when I rescued his daughter, I was stabbed by one of Sombra's loyalists."

He turned back to the road. "So in a sense, I did die. I died out on the battlefield. But I came back. They claimed it was a miracle, since, as you know, healing magic just doesn't work on me. Doesn't agree with me."

"So," Lightning pondered fitfully. "You're dead?"

"Precisely."

"Shit."

"But remember-- I am not your brother. And your father isn't my father. I simply look like your brother, share the same name. But we share different memories and different fates. I care for you two because you would be my family. But you technically aren't. You can call me 'brother', but never, ever forget who I really am. Or who you really are. An identity is priceless these days, Lightning. You have to make sure you have yours in your control."

She nodded.

"Now," he spoke up. "Let's get you home. We'll talk more on this tomorrow."

He turned the vehicle around and pressed slightly harder on the gas. "Jeez, Stormy, slow down!"

He ignored her and only sped up. Then, he slammed on his brakes, causing Lightning to jerk forward. His jaw dropped. He could see it a mile away. Any pony could. With a pile of smoke that high, he wouldn't be surprised if they saw it real easy both upstairs and down.

He then changed footing and practically stood on the gas. The Shelby's engine roared loudly as he exited the free-way and got onto University Drive. He took a sharp left, attracting the drowsy attention of a half-asleep university police officer. He snapped awake and flipped on his lights. Stormy didn't stop. The law didn't apply to him any more. He saw that the subsection was still a good two miles off. They'd never get there in time. Not unless he broke a few more laws.

Ignoring the officer in the crappy Impala behind him, he pressed a bright red button labelled N2O. Immediately, the two felt the car surge forward, and the officer quickly faded from view. He swerved around another deadly corner and pushed on. More sirens

were heard behind him, but he knew they were different.

Fire department.

He muttered the two words, and Lightning caught what he said. "What?" Her face was drained of colour. "Step on that mother fucker!"

That was exactly what Stormy did, and the car soon raced to two-twenty-five. Storm grit his teeth and gently applied the brakes as they came in front of Lightning's now inflamed dorm. They both flew out of the car, Stormy being the faster and first to reach the door, he turned around and bucked it, sending splinters flying behind him. They both dashed in, but when Stormy felt blood dripping onto his head, and Lightning noticed it, they both knew they were too late. They slowly averted their gaze from the rest of the inferno and looked up at the ceiling, the source of the pyrrhic catastrophe.

Lightning's eyes grew wide in horror, and hot tears gushed from her eyes.

There, staring back as if in spite of her, with his mouth agape and a long wooden pole jutting out of his chest, pinning him to the ceiling, was Thunderlane, her now dead colt-friend.

"Lightning, we have to get out here!" She urged to resist leaving. She wanted to die here, in this hell-blaze, underneath her love. Stormy then up and heaved her over his back, with her pounding her hooves against him as he carried her away from the flaming hell-hole.

"No! No, no no!" she screamed out. It was too much for her to bear. "Let go of me! This is your fault, you stupid son of a bitch!" Storm Dash opened the passenger door and threw his sister into the seat while she kept kicking. He then went around and got in through his side and noticed Lightning huddled in the corner, bawling.

"There's no fixing it, ya know. He's gone. There's nothing I could do."

"Is that what you say to every mare you meet?"

"Shut up," Storm snapped back. "No one asked you."