The Slash of Truth

Chapter 13.

The first thing that Joel did when he entered his house was take his bloody boots off and carry them all the way down to the basement, getting changed into casual clothing. Then, he went upstairs and got in the shower, washing away the blood of his victims and his own. After all that, Joel sat on the couch in the living room with a ciggy dangling from his lips, staring at the wall in front of him. His mind was racing, replaying the events of last night over and over again. So much had happened that night, and too quickly for Joel’s liking. Joel still couldn’t process it all. All he could remember was he fought a monster. A real-life monster twice his size. And he had survived.

Joel closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He could still feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, the fear and excitement of the fight still fresh in his mind.

He entered the motel with Leo’s guidance, picking off gangsters left, right and centre with somewhat ease. Then when Joel ventured deeper, he started to learn the horrors of what really happened, realising little by little what lurked within the shadows. Then came the phone audio that sealed the deal for him, making Joel second guess himself. Despite that, the monster that was Scully was alluring to Joel, and an urge to face the one that caused this massacre and beat him was too great, but Joel was soon taught the definition of ‘curiosity kills the cat.’ That's when Joel saw it. Scully. The monster. Joel had never seen anything like it before. At first, he had frozen in fear, unable to move as the monster made Joel feel so powerless.

Joel clenched his fist, vibrating as his inner palm and finger turned red. Joel was angry at himself. He let himself be vulnerable and helpless in a fight, letting Scully take control too quickly and that could have been the decider, lucky not to die when Joel was cornered. After that, Joel sorted himself out thanks to Frank. Joel hated Frank but, he must admit that Frank does get his blood going, maybe that's why he turns up in bad situations.

Joel saved Shawn’s third finger just in time and luckily, the monster’s focus was on Joel but, he could only do minimal damage and barely cripple him before being strangled.

But then that man appeared out of nowhere, saving Joel’s ass. Joel had watched in awe as the Scotsman fought Scully. Joel had never seen anyone move so fast, so gracefully, using the monster's vision against it and attacking its blind spots. Joel had to admit, his fighting style was unusual but, very effective because it worked on him.

That feeling the Scotsmen gave off… It was tremendously heavy on Joel’s shoulders; he could still remember that moment very vividly. That Scotsmen was a human, an average-looking human so, how could he give off such a dreadfully powerful presence that made Joel want to vomit? After killing Scully, that’s when the Scotsmen spoke. The deal was tempting but, I couldn’t be wrapped up in more people’s business. Joel closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

“I think it’s time for da talk.” The Scotsmen murmured, Frank looking up at him with a clenched fist. Frank honestly couldn’t read this man as he wore a blank face. Frank narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Yeah, let's talk.” Frank agreed, begrudgingly tucking his knife back into his pants. “Before we start, I want to know your name.” Frank said expectingly, making the Scotsmen grin slightly.

“Honestly, I would have expected ya tae know who I am already but, I guess it couldn’t hurt to introduce meself.” The Scotsmen murmured, rubbing the back of his head. “Many call me The Pale One but, you can call me Jericho.” The Scotsmen called Jericho shrugged, making Frank think for a second. Frank should already know him? Why? Is he supposed to be some figure everyone should know?

“Wait a minute… I’ve heard about you.” Leo said behind Frank, his eyes wide and mouth agape. “Your Jericho d’Mori, aren’t you.”

Jericho looked over to the sudden reply of Leo, a brow raised. “Ya used my full name; ya must have done yer research.” Jericho said, watching as Leo walked warily over.

“I have, and you sir, disturb me greatly.” Leo said, crossing his arms as he analysed Jericho up and down. “You’re a wanted convict across the world, multiple bounties on your head from governments in different countries, all of them above one million dollars. You're practically on the red-notice list but, you’ve become – untouchable recently.” Leo said with a sceptical look, making Jericho slightly grin with amusement.

“Aye, I guess da’s me.” Jericho smirked, rubbing the back of his head.

Jericho… Frank knew he heard that name from somewhere. That’s when it hit him of who he was speaking to. A man who had become infamous for his heinous crimes, a red-notice criminal was a huge understatement. He is wanted by law enforcement agencies across the world for his involvement in four political assassinations and over 300 accounts of murder in different countries and many more destructive themes of crime. Frank's eyes narrowed as he looked up at Jericho. This man just leaves a trail of destruction in his wake, causing chaos and destruction wherever he went. Frank gritted his teeth in aggravation as this man was practically a global terrorist.

What would a guy like him want with me?

I can’t be associated with a person like him.

“Whatever your proposal is, I’m not interested. I have a pile of shit on my plate as it is, and I can’t afford to be involved with a third party.” Frank crossed his arms, his mind already made up about this guy. Frank hated a lot of this, and terrorism is up there.

“Ya might want to reconsider. The boss-lady sees potential in yer skill and wants to pay ya for yer services. She has big plans for ya.” Jericho murmured, unwavering of being declined, not putting much effort into convincing Frank, almost sounding bored. What’s this guy up to?

“I said I’m not interested in your boss’s plan. The last thing I need to be doing is doing someone else’s dirty work so, why don’t you go one way and I’ll go the other; we’ll forget this conversation ever happened.” Frank said defiantly, this conversation wrapped up as Frank turned away.

“Joel… I know whae ya want; my boss also knows whae ya want. We know whae happened tae yer little sister. I get it, ya dun’t trust us yet but, ya and I are very similar in ways we only understand. Yer dark road started with yer sister and mine started in Stirlin’.” Jericho said, trying to sound synthetic but, that just made Frank stop in his tracks. Frank’s blood went from cold to boiling in a matter of seconds.

How? How does he know so much? No one is meant to know other than Spike and the people I have told. It was just me, Rosette and our mother. How would an international terrorist know such details? I felt rage build up down to my arms and legs, shaking with fury. Why does everyone around me peck away at my identity and my background? Are they trying to use me by exposing me for who I am? Bastards…”

Suddenly, Frank pulled out his knife and turned to charge but, once again, he wasn’t there, he had vanished once again. Then, Frank felt a firm hand touch his shoulder behind him. “Think aboot it, lad. But ya won’t have long tae think on it. Tomorra, my boss will visit ya personally in Canterlot High, and she will be expecting a clear answer.” Jericho said tiredly, once again behind Frank.

He did it again. How does he keep getting behind me like that? He’s just a human being? He can’t teleport!

“Who is going to meet me at school?” Frank asked, frozen on the spot. Jericho didn’t answer, he just pattered Frank’s shoulder before walking away with a yawn, walking passed the two stunned hackers and the boy. Frank turned and looked over his shoulder as Jericho pulled out a flip phone, dialling a number as he walked away in the dead of night. Frank was stuck on the spot, mouth slightly open as he tried to process everything that has happened this night.

“How?” Frank asked, watching as Jericho started speaking to someone on the phone in the distance, one hand in his pocket. “How did he get behind me?”

“He just—walked behind you.” Chloe said in disbelief, making Frank turn to her.

“Walked… He just walked passed me?” Frank said with scepticism.

“It’s true, he used your mask’s tunnel vision against you while timing his walk perfectly. As soon as you turned, he was already passed you.” Leo jumped in, watching in awe as Jericho walked away.

“Yeah, it was like he knew which way you were going to turn and when.” Shawn said, mesmerized as he momentarily forgot about his fingers. Frank watched as Jericho turned the corner, exhaling a breath he didn’t know he held. Frank could move again like a spell was broken, his heart slowing down significantly.

What is wrong with me tonight? Why can’t I get rid of this ridiculous feeling of dread? I fear no one so, why are my hands still shaking?

Abruptly, Frank fell to his hands and knees, clenching his fist tightly. He went to strike the road floor with his fist but, remembered that his hand was still broken and stopped at the moment of impact. “Damn it.” Frank muttered to himself, defeated easily in a twisted way. Frank felt humiliated by how easily Jericho could have easily killed him on several occasions tonight, making Frank look like child’s play.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration as he thought about how much stronger the other man was than him. Joel had always been competitive, but tonight, Jericho made him feel like he was nothing. He couldn't understand how someone could be so much stronger than him, despite all his hard work and dedication. He couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy that had been gnawing at him since he first saw Jericho fight.

I hate feeling like this, I hate feeling weak and powerless compared to others, that’s why I trained so hard, that’s why I vowed to get strong to protect the people I care about. After Rosette’s death, I cried blood, sweat and tears to get where I am today, to be strong enough to take down anyone that stood in my way but, I see now that the strength I have is not good enough. Scully and Jericho are proof of my weakness, now—I guess I have to keep getting stronger.

With a deep sigh, Joel pushed himself up on his knees, looking up at the grey clouds above. Is it about to rain? That was confirmed when a droplet shamelessly landed on Frank’s mask. Another one landed, and another, and another before thousands of liquid arrows came pouring down. Frank closed his eyes and let the rain cool him down. Frank now knew he had to keep working hard if he ever wanted to match Jericho's strength and power. Maybe he will see the Scotsmen again — in good terms or bad terms… Frank didn’t know.

Joel opened his eyes and looked around to see he was back in the living room but, did the room get lighter? Did he fall asleep? Whatever… Everything was the same as it had been before he left. The wrappers from bars of chocolate along with cans of soda were left on the coffee table, the lamp was left on, and the rug was still rigid. Nothing was touched from when Joel left. Good, Joel could only hope that Fluttershy and Mimosa didn’t notice he was gone this night, the last thing Joel wanted was questions from the Element of Kindness.

That’s when Joel noticed that the couch below him was covered in blood, from what though? Then Joel spotted his leg where he was shot, lazily pooling from his wound. Joel sighed; he should have patched up that wound hours ago. No wonder why he was so tired. Joel quickly rummaged through his bag, finding a roll of bandages. Taking off his pants, Joel wrapped the wound multiple times tightly, giving it a good pull and knot to keep it in place. Happy with the dressing, Joel went back into the bag and this time pulled out a blood-stain remover, applying it vigorously as a huddle of bubbles formed and watched as the blood dissolved. Pulling his pants back up to cover the dressing and packing all his things into his bag, Joel finally decided that it was time to end the night for him. Yawning, Joel, flicked the remains of his ciggy into the ashtray on the coffee table and trudged his way up the stairs to get some shut-eye.

“God, I’m so tired.” Joel groaned to himself, rubbing his eyes as he slowly made his way up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, Joel had his eyes closed sluggishly, his shoulders slumped as he walked blindly across the hallway, using his knowledge of the layout of his house to make his way to his room.

Joel opened the door to his room, his eyes heavy and his head pulsing from a slight headache. Joel was beyond tired at this point, all he wanted was to sleep till next week. He had never been this exhausted in his life. Sure, he has had his fair share of wounds and fights but, last night was mentally draining for so many reasons. So, Joel didn’t have a problem flopping forward on the bed and sleeping instantly for the remainder of the hours he had left.

It was a ray of light that made Fluttershy slowly open her eyes, feeling the softness of the bed beneath her. She smiled as she realised, she had just woken up from a peaceful sleep, a dream so wonderful that her heart was still fluttering with her sister snuggled up against her. It was a rare moment of tranquillity in her otherwise busy life.

Fluttershy didn’t move at first, softly closing her eyes as memories of what happened last night played in her mind. It was a fun night for Fluttershy as she was surrounded by people she didn’t know but, Fluttershy and Mimosa were welcome with open arms. It was good seeing Mimosa talk and play with Dinky, the two quickly becoming close friends already. The two are a joy to watch.

Fluttershy was nervous around the adult human called Leo, he seemed to know what she was thinking with that smug grin of his but, from the way he speaks and presents himself, Fluttershy knew Leo was a wise and proud character. It’s a character that Fluttershy was familiar with as she sees it all the time in boys in school, boys that think they know it all, boys who look at girls like a piece of meat but, Leo was different – he was more mature and intelligent, having plenty of stories to tell in his time of being a human, stories that piqued Fluttershy’s interest.

As for Ditzy, Fluttershy didn’t buy Joel’s lie about her being a house cleaner, where would he even get the money to pay her? Fluttershy could see as clearly as day that Ditzy has a thing for Joel, just the look in her eyes said it all about Ditzy’s feelings towards him. Are they in a relationship? Does Joel have a thing for her? Is it already too late? Fluttershy sighed with a frown, the thought of missing out because she was too afraid to talk to him was bitter. Fluttershy knew Ditzy was a good person but, she was really envious of the grey pegasus.

Then there was Joel. Fluttershy wasn’t sure about him at first when they first met in that hallway but, when she got to know him more and more, she learned to enjoy having him around her. During her short stay here, Joel had been good to her – serving food and drinks, treating the bruise on her face with his gentle hands, and even seeing him playing with Mimosa made her heart flutter, seeing Joel play with her little sister made Fluttershy realise how much of a kid he was. Fluttershy still couldn’t believe how much mischief the two got into that night, the thought of it made her giggle slightly.

Fluttershy shifted slightly, and she noticed that the quilt behind her didn’t budge – almost like someone was laying on top of the quilt behind her. Must be Fang. Fluttershy looked over her shoulder and her eyes shot open, and her heart raced. There he was, the boy she was thinking about was lying next to her on the sheets, snoring softly through his nose. She couldn't believe it. How had he ended up here? Fluttershy thought he was sleeping on the couch. Had he seen her sleeping with her sister? Wait… She was in her underwear. She felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as her face went beat-red.

Fluttershy tried to move away from Joel without waking him up, but Mimosa’s grip on her was too strong, keeping Fluttershy at bay. She was stuck, with Joel sleeping peacefully beside her. Fluttershy felt so uncomfortable being so close together like this, the thick fabric of the quilt is the only thing that separates him from her but, it was a good uncomfortable feeling. She couldn't help but steal a glance at him, marvelling at his peaceful facial features and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Turning so her body faced him, she gently ran her fingers through his messy, brown hair, feeling his silky, clean hair in between her fingers. It’s so clean, did he get a shower before sleeping? No, she didn’t remember him taking one before going to bed but, she didn’t care, she just admired how her fingers felt like they were stroking thin air. In a way, it put her at ease knowing that he was okay, unbothered by the world as he had a peaceful look on his face. Slowly, the hand roaming hand slide down to the side of his cheek, feeling his soft skin gently so as to not wake him up.

As she lay there, Fluttershy couldn't help but wonder what Joel thought of her. Did he see her as just a friend, or was there something a little bit more? She felt a butterfly in her stomach at the thought, but also a sense of fear. What if he didn't feel the same way? That led Fluttershy back to the talk with Joel about Equestrians and humans getting along. He didn’t seem to be too keen on the idea of forming a relationship with any Equestrian at all. It saddened Fluttershy to see Joel have a twisted way of seeing things, making things sound impossible when in reality, it’s quite simple. Yet again, living life as a human is impossible with the discrimination and hate towards them, maybe that’s why Joel sees the world from an unclear, dark lens, seeing things from an impossible angle. Now that put a hole where her heart was as a lonely tear rolled down the side of her face.

Fluttershy couldn’t help but pull herself closer to Joel, smoothly wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled his head into her chest. Fluttershy wanted to protect him from this world but, how could she do that when she couldn’t even protect herself? It breaks her heart knowing that she can’t do much for him, if anything, Fluttershy felt like a burden to him.

Fluttershy wanted to be his friend but… By doing that, has she put more stress on his shoulders? Has she made him more of a target if the school found out? He was so insistent that Fluttershy would be better off without him. Did he say that to drive her away? To have one less person to worry about? Tears rolled down her face freely now as she hung in for dear life, sniffing lightly as she tried to shield Joel from the world. These thoughts… She hated them so much but, she couldn’t ignore them. Why did Joel have to be this way? Why couldn’t he just be an Equestrian? Why couldn’t all humans become Equestrians? Why did all humans have to be hated? Why? Why? Why!?

“Whoever this is, you're crushing my head.” Said a muffled, groggy Joel, shifting slightly in his position. Fluttershy froze immediately, her whimpering ceasing as her entire face slowly went red. Slowly, Fluttershy let go of Joel and saw that a single lazy eye looked back at her, making her blush further. “A nightmare?” Joel asked, confusing Fluttershy for a second before realising that she was still crying and sniffling. Fluttershy just nodded slightly, looking everywhere but at his eyes. Joel hummed softly, shifting once again to get comfy but, Fluttershy wasn’t ready when Joel started to pull the blanket over himself, a shuddering shiver running down his spine as the warmth from within covered him.

Fluttershy’s heart was going crazy at the proximity of Joel to her, her naked body barely touching the fabric he wore, she had never felt so exposed in her life. She quickly covered her breasts and tucked her legs in despite the blanket still covering her, feeling uncomfortable about this development.

What do I do? I can’t leave because of Mimosa still clinging onto my waist and it would be embarrassing for me to expose myself even more by getting out of bed, I couldn’t tell Joel to get out, that would be rude of me so, what do I do?

Then, Fluttershy was taken back as Joel brush aside the strands of hair that were in the way of her vision, revealing the still bruised side of her face and bloodshot eye. “Does it still hurt?” Joel asked, a slight frown on his face as he touched it gently. Fluttershy winced away from his touch, making Joel jerk his hand away.

“Yes…” Fluttershy whispered tenderly, feeling her heart pound in her chest. Looking at Joel now, Fluttershy cursed herself as Joel had a worried look, a sad look on his face.

“Sorry—I didn’t know it was still sensitive,” Joel said in a low tone, abducting his hand away but, Joel and even Fluttershy were surprised when Fluttershy’s hand strung out and grabbed Joel by his wrist, stopping his hand from leaving her. It was so sudden; it was in the spare the moment kinda thing, and she didn’t know what she was doing until it was already too late. Was it her guilt for making him feel bad? Did she think he was going to leave her? Or was it…

With great care, Fluttershy guided his hand back into her bruised cheek, a small smile on her face as she let him roam the black skin. Fluttershy didn’t shy away this time, if anything, she was leaning into his touch as she practically purred. They stayed like that for what felt like hours. Joel inspected Fluttershy’s wound and Fluttershy took great joy in this moment, it was Fluttershy’s guilty pleasure as Joel touched her with gentleness, seeing the curiosity in his eyes as he explored and analysed her face, picking up every detail. He rubbed at Fluttershy’s wet streaks down her face, catching the tear that was crawling its way out.

“Your bruise still looks bad. I can’t believe he hit you that hard. Why did Feather Bangs do that?” Joel said huskily. Fluttershy frowned at hearing his name again, the name tasting sour on her tongue. Fluttershy stayed quiet and Joel noticed she wasn’t comfortable with that question. “Sorry, I should have known that it would be a touchy subject for you.” Joel said softly, his hand now going up to the side of her long, pink, bed-head hair. Fluttershy shook her head slightly, a small smile growing back on her face, feeling his fingers run through her hair.

It made her want to get closer to him.

“It’s okay.” Fluttershy murmured, her whole body relaxed from the attention she was getting. She couldn’t help herself as she tugged on Joel’s shirt, indicating that he wanted him to come closer. “I just don’t want to talk about him anymore. It was a mistake trying to make things work with a boy who only wanted sex and popularity in school, I’m just happy that me and him are over.”

Fluttershy felt butterflies in her stomach as Joel unhurriedly got closer to her, her body shivering with delight at the thought of his body pressed against hers. It was a bold thought but yet, it was thrilling. Finally, Fluttershy and Joel were face to face, so close that Fluttershy could feel his hot breath brush against her skin. Fluttershy’s smile grew at the slight confusion he had, he looked so adorable with his mouth slightly open. That’s when Fluttershy’s body moved by itself.

Fluttershy once again wrapped her arms around Joel’s neck but this time, Fluttershy snuggled up against Joel, her soft skin brushed against his skin. As they lay there, Fluttershy nuzzled her head against his chest, her eyes closed in contentment as she listened to the steady beat of his heart, she even overlapped him with her leg to get more of his body in her warmth. Fluttershy looked up, expecting to see Joel as red as herself but, it came to her surprise that he looked unaffected by this physical contact, if anything, he coolly welcomed it.

Joel couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight before him. He was confused by her sudden affection, but couldn't deny the warmth and comfort she brought him. He reached out to stroke her long, frizzled hair, feeling the silky strands slip through his fingers. Fluttershy let out a soft purr, her body relaxing even further.

Joel couldn't understand why Fluttershy had chosen him to cuddle with, but he didn't question it. He was grateful for the moment of consensus and tranquillity she had brought him. As they lay there together, Joel felt his worries and anxieties slip away. Fluttershy's gentle presence was all he needed to feel safe and secure.

Fluttershy was at peace with herself, feeling as though she was in heaven. Her body was flying, her wings ruffling with happiness as she felt light as a feather, feeling the warmth of his body against her naked skin. Fluttershy would have never done this in a million years, she would have died from embarrassment but, here she is, in bed, snuggling into the chest of Joel, sighing with contentment.

Fluttershy felt like she was whole when Joel wrapped his other hand under her waist and around her back, pulling her in even more as he rested his cheek on top of her head. It was so reassuring, feeling safe under his strangely strong body. Is this what she’s been missing out on? This feeling of security, heat and comfort was something she needed after everything that has happened recently.

This moment… It was perfect.

However.

Joel had a death glare as standing on the other side of the bed, looking down at Joel was a cross-armed, imaginary Frank, looking down with judging eyes.

“You never learn.” Frank spoke, disappointment in his tone of voice. Joel gritted his teeth, feeling his blood boil over at the sudden appearance.

Why now? What does he want with me now of all times?

Joel opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it, his attention was captured by the little pegasus that stretched and yawned on the other side of Fluttershy, rubbing her eyes softly as drool ran down the side of her mouth before laying back down on her pillow. Joel looked at Mimosa for just a second before looking back at Frank but, it only took a second for Frank to disappear into the back of Joel’s mind once again. Joel cursed Frank for popping up at a time like this. Can’t he see that Joel wasn’t in the mood to see him at the moment? Bastard…

“Erm, Joel?” Fluttershy muttered softly, taking Joel off guard.

“Ye-yeah? What’s up?” Joel asked, halting in his stroking. Fluttershy didn’t say anything at first, she looked to be conflicted with herself on how to put her words. Finally, she spoke up.

"I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind, patient and gentle to me, Fang and Mimosa on such short notice. It means a lot after everything that has happened.” Fluttershy murmured in Joel’s chest, feeling her cheeks get rosy.

"Of course, Fluttershy. It's my pleasure to help out in any way I can." Joel muttered, resuming his stroking. Fluttershy nodded, a small smile on her face.

"I know, but I just wanted to make sure you knew how much I appreciated it." Fluttershy said, looking up at Joel with conflict. Only now had she realised how close his lips were, how soft and tender they were as he look down at Fluttershy.

He smiled down with mirth. “Well, aren’t you precious? Honestly, my doors are always open to you and Mimosa, it’s been a pleasure to have you two around.” Joel whispered, making Fluttershy’s heartthrob as Joel leaned down and gave a little peck on her forehead. It was quick and small but, that little peck on her head meant the world to her, it really shows the level of care he had for her. It was really reassuring and heartwarming, so heartwarming that she found herself edging closer and closer up to his face, her eyes connected to his, knowing exactly what she wanted.

Closing her eyes, Fluttershy just… did it. She went in with nothing on her mind, just the desire to show this incredible person how much she appreciated him. When she pressed her lips against his, it was like magic. A spark of electricity ran down her spine, and her whole body quivered with excitement. Fluttershy pressed harder against him, her breasts pressing against his chest.

It was amazing, I wanted to be his, I wanted to be by his side, this is all I wanted. Someone that cares, someone that is mature enough, someone that just gets it. That’s Joel, the human that was perfect for me.

But something was off. This kiss wasn’t right.

Fluttershy eyes opened, seeing that Joel’s eyes were still open, watching her kiss his lips. When she noticed what was off about this moment, that’s when Fluttershy pulled away from the kiss. Joel didn’t kiss back, nor did he look affected, looking with a neutral look.

D-doesn’t he feel the same way? Gosh, I really did mess this up, didn’t I? Oh, course he doesn’t feel the same way, we had only just met. Why did I have to kiss him now? It was too soon.

Her thoughts were pushed aside as a hand was placed on the side of her face. “Why did you kiss me?” Joel muttered, a pitying look in his eye.

Fluttershy looked away, trembling as she tried to find her words to speak; none came to mind. She cursed herself for being too forward, taking things too far, driven by—lust? How could she? She wasn’t a lustful person, that’s not the type of person she is. People with lust are people like Feather Bangs, kissing and touching each other for the pure pleasure of it. Fluttershy wanted love, true love that she had read when she was young. She kissed him because of love… right?

“J-Joel… I—I don’t know what got over me, please forgive me.” Fluttershy said quickly, shaking off Joel’s hand and rising up from the bed, exposing her bra as she went to leave the bed but, a hand stopped her once again. She turned to Joel who stopped her, looking back at her with a small frown.

“Don’t apologise for getting in the heat of the moment, it happens. Just—just know that I’m not mad, I am flattered, honestly. But—please don’t do that again, I think it’s best if we just stay friends.” Joel said, making Fluttershy heartache. It hurt, it hurt worse than the bruise, it tore her apart feeling him reject her kiss but, hearing him reject her really pulled at her heartstrings. Fluttershy was weak to resist as Joel pulled her down onto him, their faces once again close. “It’s okay to love but… You can do so much better than me. Please—I don’t want to ruin your life.” Joel said calmly, wiping the tears from her eyes as her jaw clenched.

“You idiot.” Fluttershy said through her sobs. “You're not ruining my life; my life is just beginning. I want things to change, I want humans and equestrians to get along without the tension in the air. I am the Element of Kindness, and this city is going against everything I stand for. It hurts knowing that people like you are being punished for who you are, it hurts so much. That’s why I’m here with you, you are the start of my journey, to end discrimination against humans and show the world that we can all get along. As an Element bearer, that is my dream.” Fluttershy said with watery eyes and a sad smile on her face.

Joel took his time as he withheld her beauty, tears dripping down her face. She was simply amazing to have such a dream, to dream of a hate-free world in the state that it is in. Could that really happen? Could this incredible girl do all that? With her will and determination, it wouldn’t surprise him if she could but, Fluttershy has already made a mistake by starting her quest with him – Frank, a killer.

“I’m going to be blunt, Fluttershy. I don’t want to get into a relationship with you.” Joel said carefully, making Fluttershy deflate with her head low.

“Is it because of Ditzy? Do you have a thing for her?” Fluttershy asked, her voice timid and shuddering.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just—I am not good with relationships, I’m reluctant as it is to have anyone near me so, you can imagine how I feel with so many people around, the feeling is almost alien.” Joel said, using his words carefully. “I want you to know that it’s not you or Ditzy’s fault, you two are beautiful in your own right and who knows, maybe the day will come when we do get together but for now, I’m just—scared I guess.”

Fluttershy nodded slightly, sniffing and wiping her tears from her face as she looked up, a quivering, small smile on her face. “I understand, Joel. Thank you for telling me how you feel, I’d hate to make you do something that you didn’t want to do. Fluttershy murmured, her tears now gone but, Fluttershy bit her lip slightly, looking to the side. “But—I can’t end it like this… C-can I—kiss you? One more time, for the future.” Fluttershy said, her cheeks going rosy.

Joel knew he shouldn’t, it felt wrong letting her feel the lips of a sly killer but, Joel was enticed by her eyes, eyes that were desperate. Joel gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. This is what he was afraid of, this feeling of weakness and vulnerability. What was it with this girl and making him bend to her will? Joel opened his mouth to reject the kiss but, Joel didn’t have the heart to deny her this moment. Joel knew he would regret this but, even his heart spoke selflessly to him.

With a small smile, Joel nodded. “For the future.” And just like that, the two slowly closed the gap and shared a kiss that will forever be engrained as the moment Fluttershy felt something more than magic.

The morning was a bright one for Equestria, especially in Canterlot where businessmen in their business suits writhed as they were drenched in sweat. Gone were the black clothing and jackets as bright shorts, short socks and t-shirts come into play for this beautiful weather. 16th November 2022, a special anniversary that has been celebrated for over two centuries now. In this celebration, the weather team in all 50 states of Equestria and all over the world start at dawn to clear the clouds for the day, letting the sun’s ray shine down on the people below. Festivals are planned, work and school days are sliced in half and families and friends come together in this momentous week. The world calls this holiday ‘The Great Awakening.’

However, humans from around the world aren’t as amused or over the moon about the traditional week. It reminds them of what they could have been, and what could have changed if they were equestrian. Humans hate this holiday for the simple fact that everyone is happy. Equestrians laugh and get together in this time of friendship and love, forgetting their human neighbours in the process. Barely anyone lights a candle in honour of humans anymore and that’s just one of many reasons why the civil war began.

Joel walked down the street to school, his head down in thought. He couldn't shake off the feeling of uneasiness that had settled in his gut since Jericho had told him about the mysterious meeting. He had always been a cautious person, and the idea of getting involved in something shady made him feel even more anxious than usual. He knew that he was being paranoid, but he couldn't help it. He had a feeling that he was being watched.

The events of the previous night kept playing over and over in his mind: the gallons of blood, the twisted and mangled forms of corpses and the scent of iron were intoxicating. Did that all really happen within a night?

Jericho had told him that someone was going to meet him, but he had been evasive when Joel had tried to get more information out of him. Joel had a feeling that he was being dragged into something that he didn't want to be a part of. Joel didn’t trust that man at all, he barely knew anything about him other than he is a worldwide terrorist. Even if Joel knew nothing about Jericho, he still couldn’t trust him. He was strong; however, stronger than any person he has faced. There must be a weakness to his vanishing act, something to expose him by when Joel next met him.

That leads him to his boss, a woman if his figure of speech said anything. Joel started to sweat – and not just from the sun shining down on him. The woman must be strong too if she was supposedly Jericho’s boss. How strong? Stronger than Jericho? Joel gritted his teeth, wiping the sweat from his brow. Why does the woman want to meet up with him, to see what Joel is all about? To get an insight into who he truly is under the mask? Or is it something more annalistic?

Sighing, Joel just shook his head from the thoughts. With this heat, Joel could barely think straight. He shouldn’t be worrying this much about a meet-up between him and this ‘boss-lady’ as much as he should be. If the boss wanted him dead, Jericho could have done that with ease. No, all this was about Joel being traded in as a weapon, in return, Joel would be supplied with info on the night of the murder. It sounds like a good deal but, the question was could he trust them to keep up their end of the deal? Would he get nothing in return and end up as a victim of being double-crossed? But… The more he thought about it, the more alluring the offer sounded. Was the gamble worth pulling off? Is this something he should invest in? These people are strong, could they be of use to him when the time comes? There’s only one way to find out… Joel better tell Spike to look out for himself before it's too late.

“Fucking human, move!” Someone barked behind Joel and before Joel could react, he was shoved to the side, almost losing balance as he stumbled down onto the road. Good thing he didn’t lose balance, Joel’s heart stopped as a car was heading straight at him. For a split second, Joel saw the driver's eyes widen in shock but, seeing it was just a human, the earthling pressed the pedal down a bit more.

Joel didn’t have much time to react as all he could do was jump and tuck his legs in but, the damage was done when the bonnet connected with Joel’s ankle, shattering the glass of the car and spiralling out of control in the air over the car like a rag doll. When Joel landed, his forehead was the first to impact the floor making his vision blurry and see double everything, it was an obnoxiously nauseating combo that made Joel’s head reel. Joel felt something warm trickle down the side of his face, red filtering Joel’s right eye’s vision.

Bloody hell, did anyone get the license plate on that Scully? What just happened? Everything is a blur. Am I still fighting Scully? Fucking felt like it.

Joel heard someone open and slam the door of a car. “What the hell, man! You can’t just be jumping in front of my car like that! My kids are in the car, asshole!” a man barked, seeing a blurred, double, green earthing standing over him, f-ing and jeffing for the whole street to hear.

Jumping in front of a car? Oh yeah… I was shoved onto the road.

Joel tried to lean up, his head throbbing. “I-I was pushed.” Joel tried to say but the earthling wasn’t hearing any of it.

“No! I know what humans like you do! This is a crash-on-crash scam! You're trying to get money out of me, you bastard!” The earthling roared, grabbing Joel by the collar of his green blazer as he brought Joel face to face. “You fucked up now, kid. You did it in broad daylight, I have witnesses, and do you know what? Even if you were pushed, who is going to defend a rotten human like you?” The earthling spat, dropping Joel on his ass.

However, a new voice entered the scene and Joel looked over to see if it was some sort of officer if the badge around her neck said anything. He or she – Joel couldn’t really tell – had a fizzypop coloured scheme going on as the person’s skin was dark purple and the hair was a fiery, rose-red colour. The newcomer wore light clothing as the person had black, tight shorts and a black sports bra, seemingly panting lightly with something white in the figure's ears. The person took them out and put them into their case. As soon as the Earthling saw the badge, the man didn’t waste any time.

“Thank you for stepping in officer. My name is Earthbound, and this human is trying to scam me by causing an accident. I have a son and daughter in the back seat bawling their eyes out because of this fucker. I recommend to—”

“Whoa there, sir. First of all, my name is Detective Tempest and don’t recommend anything to me, I saw what happened and none of you are at fault. The human was pushed deliberately onto the road, it’s not his fault.” Tempest said as she huffed, sweat dripping from her face. Honestly, she wished for a day to exercise in peace. Earthbound raised a brow.

“Excuse me? Are you saying he was pushed?” Earthbound said daringly, a scrutinised look on his face, a look that wondered why she is on the human’s side.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. But… If you fight me on this, I’ll report the fact that you only choose to use the brakes as soon as you hit the kid. Were your eyes not on the road? Or did you see the human and decided to go that little bit faster? Remember, there are dashcams and CCTV all over this area. I recommend you to choose your next words wisely, sir.” Tempest said, making Earthbound grit his teeth and his eye twitch.

“What are you doing?” Earthbound growled through his teeth. “He’s just a human.”

“And I’m an officer of the law, it doesn’t matter if he’s just a human. Justice isn’t right if it’s made up.” Tempest said, crossing her arms as she glared back, not budging from her position. Seeing that Earthbound was stuttering for a reply, Tempest looked down at the human but, her eyes widen as all she saw was a pool of blood where the human used to be.

Where did he go?

The moment Joel heard the Detective’s name was the moment he snapped himself out of his daze. Joel had been keeping track of where he stood with the detectives by media, Tempest had been mentioned a few times along with Detective Brown. What are the odds of the ones that are looking for me were a matter of meters away from him? Joel just sighed as he got away before Tempest could look more into him. That was too close.

Now, Joel could only hope that little event didn’t bite him in the ass in the future as he limped his way to school, trying to wipe the blood off his face.

Last night for Spike was a hectic night. In a way, he was proud of himself that he kept everyone safe. He killed for the right reasons this time, knowing that The Coyotes were after the kids – after Dinky. Spike couldn’t let that happen, over his dead body. So, as stood at his locker, he wore a small smile.

But the smile he had just as quickly fell at the thought of that behemoth joining in with the killing. Now that was raw strength and intent. What was his name again? Frostbite? He dragged the bodies away, even the van and the motorcycles were gone the next morning. Did Frostbite also take them? What’s his connection to the Apple family? Why wasn’t he talking? Was he mute?

Spike sighed, with so many questions and no real answers to match them, Spike could only hope that there won't be any more questions piled on his plate.

Suddenly, when Spike went to pull out his notebooks and textbooks for the next lesson, something cold was being poured from the top of Spike’s head, making him stop everything and gasp. Sniggering was heard behind him and once he turned, he could only growl in frustration. Standing there was Hoity Toity and Caramel, an empty, plastic water bottle in Caramel’s hands.

“Sorry about that, Human Lover. I thought I’d cool you off since… You know… You’re a dragon.” Caramel mocked, getting in front of Spike’s-soaked face, and wearing a smile that rightfully pissed Spike off. “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me I’ve pushed your buttons already?”

“Just fuck off, Caramel. I’m not in the mood today.” Spike warned, bending down to pick up his books. However, when Spike went to pick up the last book, Hoity Toity stepped on it, making Spike look up with a snarl, seeing the two boys look down upon him with a grin.

“Get off it.” Spike barked, making the school hallway quiet down as they nosed at the scene, waiting for it to unfold. Some waited eagerly for the fight to happen, and some others pulled out their phones to record before the fight happens. It was just a matter of when now.

“Say please, Human Lover.” Hoity Toity said teasingly, making Spike’s head pulse with anger. Spike knew what they were doing and the best thing to do is ignore them but, his urges and anger were getting the best of him. He hated Hoity Toity’s grin.

Before Spike could retaliate with an urge to push Hoity Toity, Spike looked up to see a figure standing behindFeather Bang, looking down at him with a grin. The crowd went silent, and Hoity noticed that as he looked around. He went to ask Caramel why everything went silent but, Hoity Toity just about saw him sprint around the corner at the end of the corridor. Hoity raised a brow and was about to call out to him but, something tapping on his shoulder stopped him. Suddenly, Hoity Toity stiffened and stood straight at the whisper that slithered into his ear.

“Where is your homework, Hoity~.”

That voice, Hoity Toity knew exactly who this was and now he knew why Caramel was on the run. “Well—I…”

“I suggest you go and collect it before our history lesson, Hoity.” The voice interrupted him, the voice menacing. Without a word, Hoitu Toity nodded and ran down the hallway, the crowd dispatching from the scene. Now it was Spike and this man in the hallway. Spike could only sigh as the teacher bend his back forward and lend out a hand for Spike.

Professor Discord, a man of many faces and a true enigma that can never be fully understood in Spike’s eyes. With his distinguished grey hair and goatee, clad in a stylish suit and sporting a monocle, he is a master of chaos, a true agent of disruption, and he relishes in the pandemonium he creates. He exudes an air of sophistication and refinement, but Spike wasn’t fooled by his appearance. He is notorious for his mischievous and erratic conduct, always ready to crack a joke or play a prank. However, those who are privy to his inner circle understand that his demeanour can shift in a heartbeat, and he can become serious and focused when the situation demands it. His intelligence and wit are unmatched, and he always seems to be one step ahead of everyone else, like he seems to know everyone’s next move. It actually terrifies Spike how he has the foresight and can read someone so easily.

“There’s my star pupil, it’s not a good look being down there. Here, take my hand boy.” Discord murmured jovially, a smug grin on his face as if he knows something. Spike took his hand in his and with effortless ease, pulled Spike to his feet.

“Thanks…” Spike muttered, annoyed about his soaked clothes. Professor Discord saw his discomfort and hummed in understanding. It was a matter of a click of Discord's fingers that the water that was poured on Spike levitated off of him, floating in the air into one big water ball over the palm of Discord as he stood straight.

“Well Spike, I’ve noticed that you have been in the spotlight recently.” Discord said, waving his hand gracefully and making the water evaporate in thin air. “I. Wonder. Why. That. Is.” Discord teased, a half-smile on his face.

“The human.” Spike said, as if saying the race of Joel said it all.

“The human.” Discord confirmed, nodding his head slightly. “You became friends with a human, the boy named Joel.” Discord said with amusement, stroking his goatee softly with two fingers.

“Quit being annoying.” Spike murmured, picking up the textbook. “I have my reasons.”

“Reasons… Who needs reasons?” Discord chortled. “You’re a funny person, Spike. Your perspective on things does amuse me greatly.” Discord said, his arm snaking around Spike’s shoulders and taking Spike for a walk down the hallway.

“What do you mean?” Spike muttered, annoyed by Discord's gaiety.

“Well, you tell me, Spike. Friendship comes naturally to those who seek it; for you to say that you have reasons to form a bond with a human of all people astounds me, and I like it. There is something about you that I admire, the way you think everything is topsy-turvy by itself. I’m almost intrigued to know your reasons for this sudden friendship.” Discord explained, trying to sound physiological in his words.

“Don’t get it twisted, friendship can be built in different ways with or without reasons.”

“I don’t believe that–” Discord said, about to elaborate more but, there was something that caught his attention. It was a distant, quick and brief sense of magical power but, to whom it belonged to was undeniable. As quick as it was, it was sharp and very unique, giving the power a sense of fatness upon feeling it and maybe dread if it was directed. A droplet of sweat dripped down Discord’s face and could only mask a grin.

“My, my, now this just got interesting.”

It took Joel longer than expected to get to school. With a limp in his step and his mind in a haze of dizziness, Joel didn’t know if he was on the right path to school. He was lucky to turn up as he did. Any other day he would have turned back around after getting hit by a car, that would have been enough for him for the day. So, as he looks up from the ground, he sighed with dread as he saw the school’s entrance across the street and the staircase to hell. Usually, there would be students lingering around the entrance, sitting on the stairway and or smoking and chatting with others, but no students were to be seen. Makes sense, no one would be here yet except those who got into school in normal time, most of the students would take advantage of the holiday’s changes and come in late. It was a nightmare for Joel to come in this early but, maybe it won’t be as bad now.

He did see someone however. As he got closer to the school, he saw Celestia looking out of her office window, looking at the sights before her instead of him. She had her arms crossed and looked—frustrated?

What’s got her knickers in a twist? What did I do now… wait, don’t tell me they’ve caught me stealing all that cash.

Joel cringed at that thought. Why else would she be pissed? Her lips were moving but no sound came from her, looking more irritated with each word. She was talking to someone. Who? Shaking his head, he just walked up the stairway, dreading the day already.

Joel didn’t head in straight away, he waited on the step of the stairs, looking for someone shady or out of place. He couldn’t forget about The Boss-lady. Joel sat around for a while, keeping an eye out for any approaching people, but none were seen. Almost half an hour had gone by and no one other than a few students had come by. Where was this woman? Jericho said she would come to meet him at school, so where is she? Joel grumbled with his fist under his chin, initiated by the lack of appearance. Is she testing his patience? If she is, Joel wasn’t playing into it. Joel got up and shrugged, turning to walk into Canterlot High.

Then Joel stopped in his tracks as he felt something… abnormal behind him, something so spine-chillingly tense that Joel froze on the spot, his bones locked up like gears and his mind blank. It was like Jericho’s presence but… this… this was on a whole other level. Joel felt like his back was melting from the energy he was feeling, thousands of pin-needles stabbing his heart while his stomach churned in a gut-wrenching sentiment. Who was standing behind him? A deity?

His mind couldn’t register any other sound around him but the click-clank sound of heels slowly and deliberately climbing the stairs, each step echoing in his head like bells sounding out his final seconds. Joel couldn’t find his breath, couldn’t see properly from the mixture of blood and sweat stinging his eye but yet, he didn’t dare close his eyes. Joel could feel a exhale brush the side of his neck, making his skin crawl and smell a scent of chemicals that he was familiar with. Joel managed to creak his head to the side to come face to face with the last thing he thought he would have seen.

A human…

A human that was in her late twenties but…

Those eyes…

They were not normal…

She stared down upon Joel with them bright, orange eyes…

“So your Frank, huh…”