A Lightning Storm: Rebooted

3 Days Later...

Spitfire:

The bright lights of Club Scratch blurred my vision, the riot of partying ponies blocked me from reaching her, the smell of alcohol invaded my nostrils. The mare stood behind a large table, rocking her head calmly to the beat erupting from her headphones. Vinyl Scratch would be no simple target, but I had a feeling she knew where my marefriend was being held. It seemed easy enough, swoop in, grab her and swoop out. Nothing was ever that easy.

"Even a pony as stupid as you wouldn't come here." A voice called from my left,

As I looked in the direction of the voice I was suddenly pushed over from a stumbling pony.

"Watch it!" I hissed, glaring at him,

"Whoa, didn't see ya there bro." He answered, his eyes narrowing when he saw the colors on my body.

I grinned at him devilishly, he was obviously an enemy of the Silver Swords, even in his drunk state he recognized the distinction my figure had to the rest of the crowd. He staggered away from me, calling out for somepony.

I knew better than to come to this club as regular ol' Spitfire, I would have immediately gotten recognized and crowded by ponies, giving Vinyl a chance to escape.

Little did I know that there would be so many supernaturals here, a few stared at me curiously, thinking I was somepony new, others new exactly who I was, and who I belonged to.

Some stallion who had clearly had to much to drink carefully slid in front of me, blocking my view and way of the stage, which I had just now cleared a path to.

"Hey... I saw you from across..." He waved his hoof in the direction of the bar, "Over... there... and was wondering if you... wanted to dance?"

The stench of alcohol on his breath made me wrinkle my nose, there was no way I was letting this pest get in the way of...

Shit.

Without warning, the music changed and he pulled me into the center of the dance floor, beginning to try and dance, he had spun me a few too many times before the music seemed to stop altogether and he fell over, passing out.

I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, everypony seemed to stare at me, including the DJ, who had raised her glasses in shock of me being there, revealing two blood red eyes.

Two ponies jumped from the crowd and slammed my head into a nearby table, pinning me against it.

"Wait! these are my normal colors!" I cried out in defense, I would have face hoofed from the stupidity if my hooves weren't constricted,

The DJ only raised an eyebrow,

I looked to one of the guards the held me down,

"That's never gonna work, is it?" I asked,

"Nope."

"Okay everypony!" The DJ called out, "let's get this party started!"

All of the ponies seemed to smile at once, like they all new what was going on, some fled to the outside, but most stayed.

One pony seemed to appear from thin air beside me, he was in a dark hood and held a large, bone scythe in one hoof,

"Welcome to hell." It said,

How stupid! I had walked right into one of their gatherings!

I reared up and as if on cue, the music began again. This time more upbeat and lively, like a happy mood.

I headbutted one of the ponies holding me down, then tripped the other, gripping the back of his mane and sending his face into the wooden table, smashing it in half.

The hooded pony took a swing at me with its scythe, I ducked and reached for the dagger on my left leg, slashing wildly at the pony but it evaporated before I actually got a hit on it.

"What's going on in there?" Soarin's voice crackled over the radio,

"Surrounded. Need... a way out." I said, panting for air,

"Uhhh, there!" He stammered, "Can you make it to the back exit?"

I looked around and saw a red exit sign looming over a black door on the left of the stage, alot of ponies guarded it though,

"Maybe, can you give a distraction?" I asked, I actually gave a slight thank you to Vinyl, the music was so loud her companions couldn't hear me.

Speaking of companions, they were getting closer and closer.

"Already on it" Soarin said,

Glass fell on me from above, as it threatened to find a home in my head, I moved towards the exit, most of them were looking up.

I followed their gazes when I found my way to the door, Soarin himself was flying through the air with a giant neon sign that read:

DISTRACTION

I almost laughed at his humor, but I had to move, they were beginning to figure out what he was doing.

I opened the door and moved swiftly, maneuvering around boxes and wooden planks, I was in some kind of storage room or something, there had to be an exit somewhere-

I was tackled into a nearby pile of wooden crates, making them explode on impact as my attacker and I smashed into them.

Vinyl was on top of me, punching me wherever she could with a free hoof,

"What makes you think you can just waltz in here, huh?" She asked, a mixture of anger and determination was in her eyes,

A swift punch was delivered across my face,

"Well I've go news for you, buster"

She lifted me up and slammed me back down into a row of metal pipes,

"I'm so sick..."

She stomped on my chest,

"Of you damn..."

She picked me up and threw me into the side of a roaring generator,

"Hunters coming in here..."

She ripped some wires out of the generator, wrapping them around my neck,

"And ruining..."

She spun me around and slammed my head into the side of the generator, pulling me back up with the wires,

"My..."

She repeated,

"God..."

Again,

"Damn..."

Again,

"Day!"

This time she threw me against the wall, dragged me to the ground and held the wires around my neck, shaking me every few seconds.

My world blurred in and out, the concrete beneath me was splattered with my blood, Vinyl tugged at the wires without mercy, either trying to break my neck or choke me out... or maybe both. I thought of Mirage, she was probably curled up somewhere, scared and cold, or maybe she had been found, some kind of animal catcher had put her down, she could have been anywhere.

"Get off of her!" A voice called.

Anywhere.

"Get the others, Mia!" Vinyl cried,

"I said get off!"

Mirage:

Vinyl had kept me for three days, she said that they had changed me so they could put an end to me, as a kind of sick message to the other Supernaturals that tried to cross them. But, seeing her do this much damage to my marefriend told me that she was lying. I knew what Spitfire was capable of, she had demonstrated it pretty well a few nights before at home, although I doubted that she could actually do it.

I lunged at Vinyl, tackling her off of Spitfire to loosen the wires that threatened to suffocate her. Vinyl was much quicker than me, but if I could somehow get my hooves on her I could keep her wherever I wanted.

I grabbed the Dj's tail, using it as a handle to swing her over my head and slam her onto the concrete.

Her whole body stopped altogether when she connected with the ground, I didn't expect her to go down just like that, she wasn't dead, I wasn't even sure if she COULD die, I hadn't asked when I had stayed with her and Octavia, her Reaper roommate.

I rushed over to Spitfire, grabbing her and pulling her in for a hug. I felt hot tears run down my face, she was barely conscious enough to speak or move, but she managed.

"She's-"

Clang!

I found myself on the ground, watching my marefriend getting dragged away by Vinyl Scratch, I didn't know Octavia came to these things, she didn't like electronic music.

I was more worried about how Spitfire had seen her, mortals can only see Reapers when they are dead, or near death.

"Just kill her already." Octavia said, her eyes were a deep red, not the soothing purple like normal.

"No, let's show Mia here what it means to suffer." Vinyl said,

Vinyl leaned her head in, nibbling at Spitfire's neck before she reared back and chomped down on it.

I stood up shakily, trudging over to Spitfire while Octavia laughed and smashed a pipe back down on my spine, knocking me to the ground again and again.

I was within ten hooves of Vinyl, who had already dropped Spitfire and just stood over her with a bloody smile on her face.

"Just a little more, puppy." She taunted.

The pipe came down again, making my body meet the ground yet again.

I was glad I had jammed the door, Others would be here too if I hadn't, beating down on the both of us.

I could feel blood gushing from my back, she had sliced something open back there.

Again I stood up, this time moving faster, until I met Vinyl face to fa-

The mare back-hoofed me, dropping me immediately.