In the Arms of Oppression - Episode 1: Crisis

"Alright, Twilight."

"Great," she chimes, smiling. She then makes her way to the driver side of the van.

"You drive?"

"Well, yeah. Who says I can't?"

"Says most realistic people."

"They have a thing or two to learn, then."

I chuckle. Now that I think about it, I suppose unicorns are just as able to drive as a human being. I can't say the same for pegasi or earth ponies. I pick up the FMG-9, collapse it, holster my Glock 19, and then make my way to the passenger side of the van. I peek into the window to see Twilight getting herself situated with the controls. Amused, I get in the van and throw the FMG-9 inbetween the two seats.

"He had the keys on him," mutters Twilight, "didn't he...?"

I look at the keyhole on the side of the wheel. The key's still in there. "Artyom never removed it."

Confused, she focuses on the keyhole, only to facehoof herself. "Right..." She starts up the van. "I'm sorry. It's been a rough night, you know?"

"I understand."

The wheel glows with a purple aura, easily identified as Twilight's levitational spell acting upon the wheel. With that, she slowly backs up out of the alleyway and drives. Every now and then, she glances over at me. "Artyom? So he's Russian?"

I hum in agreement.

"...As grateful as I am that you stopped him... I'm sorry it had to come down to killing him.."

I look over at her. "It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.. I didn't necessarily need to kill him.. But I was so disgusted, so... disturbed that he'd have the guts to... to even try.."

She meets my eyes for two seconds. "I'll keep the murder a secret... if you'd like.. ...It's the least I can do for you."

"Frankly, it's only a matter of time before the police find his corpse. If you're asking whether or not I want to confess? Hell no. I'd sooner bend my knee to Satan himself than authority.."

"That's quite the brave statement."

"You flatter me." I yawn, still lacking the essential rest I need. "I'm gonna hit the hay for a bit..."

"Go ahead, but we'll be arriving at my parents' house shortly."

"How shortly?"

"Several minutes."

"Hmph.." Despite the short travel time from here to Twilight's parents' residence, I sieze the chance to get as much rest as I can. My sleepy head back against the seat again, it doesn't take me long to fall unconscious.

Ending 2: Turncoat