8:00 PM

Only a single light hung from the ceiling in the small room. The sound of a person sipping tea could be heard, along with the small clink of the glass sitting back onto the small plate it sat on. A pair of of orange eyes narrowed to the woman standing before her, a woman who was cowering in fear.

"You... are more of a coward than that traitorous Wind Rider," her voice whispered. "Do you have any notion, of the times you've spent in fear, cowering from the heat of the battle? Saddle Arabia, Yakyakistan, Klugetown..."

The woman gulped. "F-Forgive me, Spitfire. I-I was just putting together a plan that--"

"--A plan that would guarantee your own survival at the cost of your brothers and sisters," Spitfire interrupted, blowing the steam away from her tea.

The woman who stood next to Spitfire's side grumbled. She crossed her arms, showing her bare blue skin. Only a pair of spandex shorts, a white tank top, and a pair of dog tags hung around her neck. Her face was all but concealed away. She still wore the skintight mask on her head, hiding her face.

"Let us kill her, Spitfire. What use can she be to us?" Fleetfoot spoke, breathing into the mask.

"I know the locations of the rest of our missing friends! Cast Iron, River Stone, Thunder, Comet, Nitro, many others! If we can rally them all together, we can finally build towards our goal!"

Spitfire sat quietly in her chair, taking a sip of her tea once more. She set it back down on the plate, and then sat it back down on the small table next to her.

"Hmm... perhaps you're still of us after all. But you do understand what will happen if you fail, correct?"

The woman gulped and nodded.

"Good. Now tell the rest of the team to gather in the dining area. We have much to discuss."

Without a second to spare, the woman left the room as fast as possible, leaving Spitfire and Fleetfoot by themselves. Spitfire blew into her tea, and a small menacing smile came to her face.

"Well Fleetfoot. We've done it. We are finally free from our shackles."

Fleetfoot slowly turned her head, glaring into Spitfire's orange eyes.

"So? The entire police force is onto us now."

Spitfire chuckled and stood up from her seat.

"Fleetfoot. They have no trace of us. We're safe out here. No one's using lake-side mansion..." Spitfire chuckled. "Besides, we have plenty of security and men keeping their eyes out for any intruders."

Fleetfoot grumbled under her mask, her voice becoming more distorted.

"Tell me something Fleetfoot. Why the mask? Everyone has seen your face. Why conceal what can't be concealed?"

Fleetfoot paused for a second, and then turned away. "I rather not that people see the battle scars."

Spitfire raised a brow. "You weren't worried before... in fact, you never were..."

Fleetfoot froze. "Well... I suppose I rather like this mask simply because, well, its an amplifier. You've seen what I could do back in prison with my new powers. And this mask helped spread the beam to a wider range. With it, we can get a horde of those to do what we wish..."

Spitfire's sneer turned into a grin. "Mmm, now I see the appeal... rather clever of you, Fleetfoot."

"--Also, my eyes are in a permanent flashlight mode, and the mask is containing the glare."

Indeed, she was right. The goggles on her head had a glow inside, containing the bright light. You could even see them turn off and on, and that was just from Fleetfoot blinking.

"Duly noted," Spitfire replied. She stood up from her chair, and patted her shoulders. "Come. We must talk to the others, we have to see how they're all doing."

The two women walked out of the poorly lit room, and walked into a more well lit room. Everyone was gathered around a massive dining table with a big collection of food. Almost everyone was munching down like hungry animals. They missed the sensation of real delectable food. The food they were served in prison was very disgusting and extremely bland, that it made their life even more grey.

"Oh, this is sooo good..."

"About freaking time we got real food!"

Spitfire chuckled as she watched them ate like hungry animals. She sat down at the end of the table, taking the center of attention from them all.

"Good evening, my fellow warriors. Including, but not limited to; Sight Seer, Blaze, Fire Streak, Silver Zoom, and Soarin'. After many years of being held in prison, we are finally freed."

All of them murmured, nodding in agreement with one another.

"After what felt like eternity, we're now in the world once more. And I have just the new plan in mind to show the world that we have returned..."

"How do you plan on doing that?" Soarin asked.

Spitfire chuckled and grabbed a dumpling from one of the plates with a set of chopsticks.

"Its rather simple. With the new powers inside myself and Fleetfoot, we can use them to our own benefit. With Fleetfoot's new vision, we can make people bend to our will. No one will argue or fight, or do anything. Because they won't be able to disobey us," Spitfire chuckled.

"So? Big deal." Blaze retorted.

"It is a big deal, Blaze. But there's another problem at hand. Tell me, everyone. What is it that all people have, that they look up to?"

Everyone stopped. They looked to one another with some confused looks, not even sure what to say.

"Heroes?"

"Yes, exactly," Spitfire admired, pointing the chopsticks at one of her minions. "Heroes. A symbol of hope, courage, and a fighter of justice. Something that we used to be... until the higher ranks took away everything that we had suffered for!" She growled.

Everyone flinched a little bit from her angry tone of voice, but only for a second. Spitfire relaxed with a heavy breath to try and calm down. Once she had recuperated herself, she chuckled and looked back at her friends.

"But to get back to the point... it would seem as if this city now has someone to look up to. Someone to look up to. Someone to believe in. Fleetfoot. You found the videos?"

Fleetfoot nodded and stood up. She turned on the big television (that they had stolen earlier that day) and turned on the news.

"We've discovered a little something interesting..."

They flipped onto a station that displayed an old news segment. On the news, footage displayed of Sunset Shimmer taking on the Song Of The Sea at the front of Canterlot High School. Then in another cut, there was footage of them caught by some people with their phones, performing superhero acts in the public. Amethyst stopping a bank heist, Lyra taking on a purse snatching in a restaurant, and even Octavia's attack on a gunman in a music store.

"These girls, they're looked up to. The public now sees these random teenagers as heroes because of a few acts. But they are not heroes!"

Spitfire turned around to look at her men and women, still maintaining a charismatic grin.

"But that's where we stand in. The public needs real heroes. We are real heroes. We risked our lives, limb and limb every day out in those battlefields. Saddle Arabia, Yakyakistan... Klugetown. And yet this backwater city prefers to have these girls... well then we're going to show them true fear. This city has hope... but its time we send it back into fear."

"How are we going to do that?"

Spitfire chuckled and slammed a knife down on the table, sticking it right through the forehead of one of the girls in one of the photographs.

"By eliminating these heroes, and showing Canterlot who has the true power. "

Trixie spent a majority of dinnertime at her home with her head slammed into the table. And never said a word. And she spent the next ten minutes after dinner with her head on her desk in her bedroom.

If you took a look into her room, you could probably describe it as every other geek's room, and you could tell she never had anyone else up in her room. Action figures on some shelves, posters of superheroes and some of her favorite magicians, some video games scattered on the floor, she had almost everything. Her room was so cluttered and full of junk, it was hard to find anything in there. Well, Trixie could find anything in there.

A soft knock was on the door.

"Trixie? Trixie may I come in?"

Trixie moaned. "Mom, I don't want to talk right now."

"Trixie, come on. You haven't said a word since you got home, this isn't like you."

Trixie groaned and rolled her head back, leaning back in her chair.

"Okay..."

The door opened up, letting some light enter the room. A woman in her late 30s walked into the room and sat on the edge of Trixie's bed. A woman with orange skin and blond hair, carrying the same style as Trixie's hair. Sunflower was her name, married to Jack Pot, a gentlemen who enjoyed performing and magic like Trixie. While he would have loved to talk to Trixie, he wasn't always the best person to speak in this kind of situation.

"Sweetie, is everything okay?"

Trixie sighed. "No..."

"Well, what's wrong?"

Trixie moaned and spun herself around in her chair. She looked at her mom with a disappointed pout.

"I failed my assignment."

"What?"

Trixie spun herself around in the other direction, not even wanting to look at her mom. She was too ashamed to even look her dead in the eye and explain all of this. "That science paper I had to write, I failed it. I got a D. The teacher said I could redo it and get it in by next week but... I just... ugh..."

Trixie's mom frowned, but it was only for a second.

"One D? Out of all of the A's and B's that you've gotten so far?"

"Well... yeah..."

"Trixie? Come here."

She patted the seat next to her, and reluctantly, Trixie sat down beside her mother. Her mom looked at her with the most gentle and tender smile she could give her.

"You know we're not going to be mad because of one bad grade, right?"

"Well, I... I..."

"Trixie, look at me."

Trixie looked at her mom, still frowning.

"Its okay. Look, you said you had a week to redo that paper, I know you can do it. But maybe you should ask for help this time. I know you want to be able to do things on your own, but you're still in high school. You can still ask for help if you need it."

"You sure?"

Sunflower smiled. "I'm positive. Now come here."

Her mom opened her arms up and she gave Trixie a hug. Over the years, her warmth and affection helped Trixie whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on whenever she was in pain. And she still knew how to help her, even when her little girl was now growing up and going into high school.

"So, I want you to know, if you ever need help, just come to us, okay?"

Trixie nodded. "Okay. I will."

"Hey hon! Can you give me a hand?"

"In a second, Jack!" Sunflower called out. "I better go make sure your father doesn't kill himself trying to move some of the furniture. You think you can handle your work for tonight?"

"I think I can. I'll try and work on it tonight, and if I don't get anywhere, I guess I'll ask for some help from my friends."

Sunflower smiled. "A few years ago, you were on your own and you didn't have friends. Now you're getting older, and now you've got friends. How did that ever happen?"

Trixie rubbed the back of her head. "I uh... just, talked?"

Sunflower chuckled, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Just make sure you can get some work done before you go to bed, okay?"

"Yes mom. I will."

Sunflower got up from the bed and she walked out of Trixie's room, heading downstairs. As she did, Trixie got back to her desk and opened up the folder which had her assignment. Now if she could get herself to work, maybe she could get something productive done...

Author's Note

I'll admit, the ending to this wasn't really... my best. The ending for this one was all I could conjour up when I worked on this.

Either way, hope you enjoy it and thoughts are appreciated!