Being Lyra

"Wait, what?!" Bon Bon said as she was startled and fell off her top bunk, tangling herself into her blankets on the floor.

"That crazy doctor you told me about in the forest, he has sent somepony here to capture us. We have to scram before it's too late!" I said as I levitated the blankets tangled around her.

"What about the train ride? It's our only choice of transportation that will get us there in less than three days, not to mention that Canterlot is on top of a mountain and the only mode of transportation that can get us up there is train or pegasi carriages, so it would be impossible to get their on hoof!" she said as she began to panic.

"Now, do I have to repeat myself, or do I have to use an unorthodox method of convincing you?" he said as he pulled out a gun.

It was a hoof mounted device with a hoof shaped hole in the back along with a thick band of string with both ends attached together which form a loop around a trigger and the top of the device. Whenever a pony fired, they would use their mouth to pull the string.

"Even if I had the permission to stop the train, I wouldn't stop it for the likes of you, now get off this train immediately," he said while he stuttered to speak

A loud crack of gunpowder sounded. With a loud noise that most likely woke up the entire train, the poor conductor took a bullet to the front of his body, or formally, his torso right below his neck. The conductor fell to the floor, struggling to get up.

"We have to help the conductor!" Bon Bon exclaimed.

"And get caught? We're already in enough trouble as it is, we have to go now!" I replied as I levitated the lower half of the window sliding it up.

The conductor lifted one hoof at a time trying to get up but the mysterious stallion got the last laugh.

"No, I don't think you'll be getting up, I'm putting this train on immediate lock down, even if I do have to use lethal force," he said as he yanked the string once more aimed at the conductors muzzle.

Bon Bon hesitated for a moment but managed to climb up onto of the windowpane. Though the window was very small, barely allowing a whole mare's body to fit in, we both managed to get onto the window pane. The train was heading at what seemed like lightning fast speed, we had no choice but to jump.

"How are we going to get out of this train 'alive'? The train is going to fast!" she shouted.

"You aren't exiting this train, at least not alive," a voice sounded as somepony opened the door.

"Bon Bon, it's me he wants, you stay on the train and go to the princess and tell her everything," I solemnly spoke.

"But..." she spoke until I put my hoof over her mouth.

"Even if we somehow managed to get to Canterlot without the train, they'd still be waiting for us there. There is no use in running away, not anymore," I continued.

"Go ahead, take me," I said.

"Good, now that wasn't so hard now was it? My carriage is in the caboose of the train, now follow me," he said as he jerked onto my hoof.

"Shane... Lyra..." Bon Bon muttered as I was forcefully being tugged.

"Go ahead, get in, hauling this here wasn't easy and I guarantee it won't be any easier with somepony in it," he moaned.

Surprisingly, even though I was pretty much as screwed as I was, this was still a pretty comfortable seat. It was a read plush seat surrounded by a blue painted cart with a front being held by two long strands of metal bars connected together by what seemed to be a restraint so the pony flying the carriage can pull it. The exterior had a painted logo of what seemed to be the pegasi's cutie mark, which was very similar to the gun he seemed to hold all the time in something that looked like a saddlebag but was too thin, it was about a couple inches thick and had a pocket on the right side in the shape of his gun. I can already tell that this guy is way too over excessive about his job but does not look like he enjoys it. I guess even if you had a talent, it doesn't mean you would enjoy doing it. Without hesitation, he took off from the caboose of the train; luckily the door on the back was huge.

"So... What's your name?" I asked.

"You can refer to me as 'Gunslinger'" he replied.

"So Gunslinger, where are we headed to?" I continued.

"Even if your line of interrogation was relevant, I still wouldn't tell you," he groaned.

This guy was seriously overkill, I hope he isn't as generous to me as he is to everypony else. I was truly surprised that anypony would hire him at all.

"Could you at least give me a distinct time of how long we will be flying for?" I asked.

"I could press the button next to me resulting in you falling nearly 20,000 feet to your doom, or you could shut up," he responded.

I could only let out a small sigh in response, he was unbelievable. It was like talking to a rock, he was as ignorant as one too. I am betting neither one of us is going to enjoy this trip to wherever he was taking me, but I know one thing: I'm not going to enjoy my experience there.This guy is pissing me off to a too big of an extent, I want to kick his ass but that would screw me over too since he's the only thing keeping me in the air. Maybe if I could see the Canterlot rests upon even with my high altitude since it's on top of a mountain, I may be able to kick his ass off the restraint, only to make him fall to his doom, in honor of the innocent ponies he has killed, in time for me to levitate the carrier to my safety into Canterlot.

Relevant - having significant and demonstrable bearing on the matter at hand

Interrogation - a written or spoken list of questions.

Distinct - Recognizably different in nature from something else of a similar type.