Revelations Persona: Equestria Girls

There were a million different questions going through my mind ever since we got to the station. The biggest question I had was why. Why did this happen? Was it to prove a point? I had no doubts the Masked Circle knew about Spitfire's involvement and this was the price she paid.

The basement consisted of long hallways and multiple doors. “The gunshots are coming from where the cells are located,” Spitfire said. Her face went slightly pale. “Damn...none of those poor bastards stood a chance.”

Suddenly our path was blocked by a group of zombies, although these particular creatures were wearing uniforms. “Zombies in a police station, how original,” Dash said sarcastically.

Between Spitfire, Applejack, and myself they weren't much trouble, although Applejack seemed to enjoy her new toy. As for me, Spitfire hadn't lied: the .45 had more of a kick compared to a 9mm but the firepower difference was undeniable.

Unfortunately, zombies weren't the only thing we had to worry about. Three more demons appeared, although they represented angels more than demons. The archangels drew their swords and attacked. Spitfire tried to take them out with her gun but her shots seemed to do little damage. One of them went after her and swung it's sword, slashing against her chest and stomach.

If not for Fluttershy, she would've bled out quickly but her wounds healed quickly. It seemed that since Spitfire didn't have a Persona she was more at risk. “Rainbow, stay by Spitfire at all times. Fluttershy, watch her health.”

“Got it,” both of them said.

“Let's go Pyro Jack!” Pyro Jack appeared and used Maragi, setting the angels on fire. Rarity then summoned Otohime and used Mabufu, freezing her targets. Dash then finished them off with Nike.

“Damn that hurt…” Spitfire winced. The wounds may have healed but the feeling of almost being sliced up still registered in her head. “So...this is Persona.”

“Told ya we weren't crazy,” Dash said.

“Yeah...maybe I'm the crazy one,” Spitfire replied with a crooked smile. “I know I might be a burden...but as an officer I can't sit back while my fellow officers risk their necks.”

“We wouldn't ask you to stay behind regardless,” Twilight said.

“Good... we're not far now.” After taking a right and heading down another hallway they reached another large door. Spitfire took out a card and swiped it across the card reader which unlocked the door. “Be ready for everything.”

The door slid open and inside they found a small group of officers surrounding another door which we all assumed led to the cells. Fleetfoot was among the group and upon looking back suddenly looked relieved. “Took you long enough,” she said. “We managed to contain the bastards inside but they're trying to break though.”

“How many injured?” Spitfire asked.

“Six of our group, nothing fatal but they need medical aid immediately.”

“Alright...get everyone, including the wounded, out of here. Reinforcements should be here by now.”

“Wait a minute you're not gonna take these things on by yourselves are you!?” Fleetfoot stared at her.

“Don't worry...they can handle it,” Spitfire assured her.

Fleetfoot stared at the rest of us for a moment before calling to the others. “Alright, you heard the lady we're getting out of here!” The officers made their way out, helping to carry out the wounded. “Spits...don't you go dying on me.”

Spitfire grinned. “Trust me, I'm in good company.” After they left, Spitfire went to the console near the door. “Protocol demands we all check all prisoners when they go in or out of their cells. As soon as I open the door, they'll be ready to greet you. Ready?”

“Locked and loaded,” Applejack said.

The door then opened and once they went in they saw three figures that looked like small snowmen with blue hats. “Aw they look so adorable…” Fluttershy said.

“Oh for fu-!” Dash wasn't able to finish her sentence for one of them attacked and she was now frozen solid.

“I guess they don't like swearsies either!” Pinkie joked.

I sighed. “Go ahead…” Pyro Jack appeared again and used Maragi to instantly kill all three of them.

Luckily Dash managed to defrost rather quickly. “T-That’s cold…” she shivered.

“I have to agree with Pinkie unfortunately,” Fluttershy said, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You really should tone it down on the swearing.”

It felt like it was over, but at the same time something was nagging at me. “Was that really it?” I asked.

“Sure hope so,” Spitfire said as she came in. “Oh shit…” We then noticed that the entire room was empty except for us.

“No bodies...think they escaped?” Applejack asked.

“We would've noticed them...no blood or anything either,” Spitfire said.

It seemed Twilight and I came to the same conclusion. “Just like the schools,” we both said.

“So...this Masked Circle really was involved,” Spitfire shook her head. “Those bastards…”

“Spitfire, is there a third floor?” I asked.

“Just the roof, why?” Spitfire replied.

“I could be wrong, but I have a feeling we're not done here.”

“Okay...you guys go ahead. I need to make sure the others are okay.”

We reached the rooftop and to no surprise it was clear. “So...let me kinda refresh my brain here,” Dash said. “Our world and Hell are in two different dimensions and said dimensions are practically colliding.”

“In simple terms I think that's about right,” Twilight said.

“So why does it seem normal here now?” Dash then asked. “Before it seemed as if we were in a completely different dimension.”

“That's an excellent question.” We suddenly turned around to see a masked figure staring at us. With the voice changer, it was hard to tell if they were male or female. “It would seem as if the two dimensions are finally starting to merge. When that happens, who's to say what will happen next? The Apocalypse? The extinction of mankind? Honestly I could care less.”

“Since you're obviously a member of the Masked Circle, by what fancy title do we call you?” I asked snidely.

The figure made a sound, maybe it was a chuckle. “Those idiots think they're above everyone else. They're just ordinary people who didn't get what they want in life. I don't care about some master race or Promised Land. I have only one thing in mind.” There was a dramatic pause. “It's been a long time Rainbow Dash. A year right?”

“How the hell would I know you?” Dash snapped. The words seemed to sink in because she suddenly looked pale. “No...it couldn't be.”

“Finally caught on have you?” The figure took its mask off and dirty blonde hair came down as the face behind the mask grinned.

"Honestly I hate wearing the whole outfit but it's 'part of the ritual' or whatever bullshit they spout. So... how's that soccer career going Dash? Must be nice not having to worry about Crystal Prep this year right?”

“Wait a minute... you're Lightning Dust?” I asked.

“Well, looks like you did mention me after all! Finally told them what happened huh?” The confused looks of all of us, save myself, only made her laugh. “Seriously? You didn't? Felt too guilty to tell the truth? Oh right, we wouldn't want to tarnish that career now would we?”

“Don't you dare-!”

“Shut up!” Lightning suddenly snapped, looking as if she was going to jump the girl. “You don't have a voice in this conversation!”

“The hell I don't!” Dash yelled. “I'll tell them the truth, not some fabricated version you made up just to gain everyone's pity!”

Lightning was quiet for a moment and then she smiled. “Fine,” she said. “We're all ears.”

Dash looked to everyone, guilt written all over her face. When she glanced at me, I nodded slowly. She then took a deep breath and ten recounted everything she had told me. “...I wasn't sure how to explain it...I guess despite everything I felt pity for Dust. I didn't file any criminal charges...but I didn't help her either when she injured herself. I was scared, not just cause of what happened, but also because what could've happened next. Speaking of which, how are you walking now?”

Lightning's face fell slightly. “To be honest...I don't know. I suppose awaking to my Persona had an effect on my body...but it doesn't matter, I can't even play soccer or any other sport ever again. Revenge is all I have left. Well, this was a nice chat but I'm afraid-”

“Don't even think about it.” There was the sound of the safety coming off behind her but she didn't look back.

Lightning smiled. “Spitfire...well looks like everyone's here, well if you consider two everyone. Did you get to hear Dash's recount of last year?”

“Yeah and it sounded just like my version,” Spitfire said. “Dash may have felt sorry for you but I didn't and I still don't. You play with fire you're going to get burned.”

“Oh yes, I expected as much,” Lighting said cheerfully. “Maybe I was wrong about Dash...maybe you're the biggest bitch of the two.”

“I'd do a better job of choosing my words wisely when I happen to have a gun to my head. And don't think I don't know what you did tonight. You sent a dozen fine officers to the hospital tonight and nobody likes a potential cop killer.”

“Oh I get it...gonna kill me then?” Lightning turned around to face her. “You're such an idiot...you know what your friends can do and you have the gall to threaten me with a gun.”

I suddenly felt a shift in the air and then Spitfire flew into the wall. “That's what I thought: all talk, no game. I was going to kill you all myself tonight but now I'm just not feeling it. Don't worry, we'll meet again real soon.” She then walked past Spitfire and went through the door.

“We're not gonna stop her?” Applejack asked.

“It doesn't matter, she's not done with us,” Twilight said.

Dash then went over and helped Spitfire up. Spitfire winced as she rubbed her head. “Damn... she's a Persona-user too?”

“I think all of them are,” Dash replied.

“You girls have your work cut out for ya then,” Spitfire replied. “Well...now you know the story.”

“Rainbow Dash, I know it must've been a traumatic experience for you, but you didn't have to hide it from us,” Rarity said.

“Yes, we never would've faulted you for it,” Fluttershy added.

“Yeah...I guess it was kinda stupid not to say anything,” Dash admitted.

“But one thing still bothers me,” I said. “Why go to all the trouble? I mean, she's like the Crystal Prep version of Rainbow Dash and she wouldn't want to sabotage her competition.”

“Who cares!?” Dash snapped. “She still had a choice and did what she did. Yes I'm sorry I pushed her over the railing but better that than Spitfire getting stabbed!”

“Sunset has a point but I agree with Dash,” Spitfire said. “And this...this can't go unpunished. But it's getting late and I think the worst has passed. I'll drop you guys off.”

We managed to leave without attracting too much attention. During the ride and even after getting home, I was still trying to figure Lightning Dust out. She could've fulfilled her revenge but she didn't. And her attitude seemed to change: she was driven, no doubt about it but at the same time there was a bit of reluctance.

In her anger and grief, Lightning Dust wanted to kill Dash and Spitfire but could she do it? It didn't matter if it was a Persona or a gun, it was never to take a life. But there was no doubt about one thing: we haven't seen the last of her.