The Takeover

My side erupts in a burning pain as I go from flying fast to falling down. I crash into the concrete side walk, scraping my side and rolling into a bush and out the other side. I slam into the concrete back first, knocking the wind out of me. My chest heaves, trying to regain the lost oxygen. A voice pierces through my daze. "Get up!" she screams as I stare at the cloudy afternoon sky, seeing double. "Get up! They will be here any moment!"

I shoo the voice away, knowing that the pony who owns that voice is on her own assignment and not here. As the hazy feeling is beginning to fade, I struggle back to my hooves. I hear the sirens in the distance getting closer by the second and I open my wings and attempt to take off, but I don't budge.

What the-

Noticing the numb feeling in my wings, I realize exactly why I'm not able to use them. I've been hit with an AA spell. That's strike one.

A sudden pressure and a high pitch squeal fills my ear. With a yelp of surprise, I rip my headset off and throw it on the cracked concrete, the headset pulsing with electricity and sparks bouncing off the ground.

That spell fried my headset! "Son of a bitch," I gasp aloud. I guess there isn't going to be any requests for backup. The sirens now closer than ever, I'm quickly reminded the urgency of my situation as I begin galloping through the Canterlot Memorial Park. The park is relatively small when compared to the size of the massive capital city.

After I get through to the other side of the park, I run down the street, passing many closed businesses on the left side and into an alley. Not slowing down for an instant, a dead end makes itself known to me as I grind to a stop.

"As if my day couldn't get any better," I yell in disappointment to myself with an out-of-breath chuckle gazing up the wall that blocks my path.

I turn around, heading to the opening of the alley and in the blink of an eye, two chariots roll up, blocking the entrance. Chariots adorned with 'C.C.P.D.' and 'Protect and Serve' written on the blue chassis have red and blue lights flashing off the alley walls.

The unicorns step out of the wagons in a swift, well practiced motion, one by one. With a full formation completely body blocking the alleyway, one of them amplifies his voice, his horn glowing a faint black and says, "Canterlot City Police! Lay down on your stomach, hooves where I can see them." A spotlight from above shines down on me, causing me to squint.

Great, a balloon, too.

"Is that all officers?" I shout out to the mass of cops surrounding the entrance of the alley. I continue sarcastically, whilst giving my tail a small flick, "You mean you don't wanna frisk me?"

With his amplified and unwavering voice, completely disregarding my comment, he replies, "We are authorized to use force! I will not repeat myself. Comply!"

Staring down at the horns belonging to none other than the U.U.S.'s uniformed goons that are ready to fire a spell that will either tranquilize or kill me, my run might be over. Everything I had done and planned to do, is finished.

"You ponies are no fun," I say, hiding my inner feelings of defeat. If I get captured there is no telling what they'll do to me to get any information they can. Information that I possess.

Just as I start to lay on the cracked bricks of downtown Canterlot in defeat, an explosion rocks the evening sky above me and replaces the spotlight with an inferno. As I cover my eyes, I see in my peripherals a streak of pink and black leaving the explosion.

I know who the streak belongs to. What I don't know, is what she is doing here.