[Manehatten Present Time: Spitfire's Apartment]

"And that's what happened to Trixie. Afterwards she began to stay at a local hotel while looking for work." she then looked to Spitfire with a sad face. "I spent a lot of time at Pete's Pie Bar drinking after that." Trixie had spent most of the morning telling her story to he point where it was nearly noon. Fleetfoot for her part sat and listened intently to the mare. Like Spitfire, she was trying to see this situation objectively, but all she heard was everywhere this mare went destruction followed. That worried her. To the young pegasus, this mare was a walking death trap, especially since she had a trio of psychopaths after her. And yet Spitfire would still help her. she thought. What was it about this mare that trouble seemed to followed her everywhere she went?

Spitfire was shocked, not only did she make a friend/companion, but he was taken from her so abruptly and viciously, it made her want to cry. That fight must have been terrifying for her alone. Tears filled her eyes threatening to fall, but she fought back that tears wiping them away. She then hugged Trixie. "Wow, Trixie I'm so sorry for this."

"You don't have to be Spitfire." Trixie hugged her back. "Trixie was glad to have him as her companion, even if it was short. Just how Trixie values the time we've spent over the last day."

"Night, Trix, over the last night." Spitfire said jokingly.

"Semantics friend." she replied to the pegasus.

Spitfire laughed then put on a serious face. "Really though, do you think this Kindle Trinity will come for you again? You ran into them before you said."

"Yes, Trixie met the first two at the Flightless Pegasus Inn." Trixie thought about the name for a moment. Why was it called that anyway, only earth ponies worked there, unless Trixie missed something. she thought.

While Trixie contemplated the oddly named Inn, Fleetfoot grabbed hold of Spitfire leaning into her ear so only she could hear. "Well? What do you think? Should we trust her?" Fleetfoot asked. Spitfire got an irritated look, and it was one Fleetfoot knew well.

"I don't know, Fleet, what do you think?" she asked sarcastically. Fleetfoot rolled her eyes raising her voice only slightly to show her frustration.

"It's not that I don't trust her. It's the fact that everywhere she goes it's mayhem and chaos." She looked at the unicorn. "Honestly, her story seems a little far-fetched don't you think? Taming a timberwolf cub? A trio of flame crazy psychos? Sounds like garbage she made up like the Ursa Major she slew. Honestly, I think we should ditch her."

"Fleetfoot, I'm not going to abandon her after I promised her I'd help her. I expected you of all ponies to understand what that." Spitfire looked back at Trixie getting her attention. "So Trixie what are you going to do now?" she asked scooting closer to her, Fleetfoot did the same, scooting closer to Spitfire due to a slight bit of jealousy.

"Well, Trixie was hoping to find work here in the city at one of the local theaters." she looked over to the corner of the room stretching her neck in the process. Fleetfoot promptly made a gag face behind both them. "Trixie hopes that the news of what happened in Ponyville blows over soon though. Trixie's tired of the stares." she cringed at the thought of an angry mob coming after her.

"Well you wouldn't have to worry if you weren't a big fat liar about your magical abilities." Fleetfoot spat.

"Well, I never! You dare accuse Trixie of lying?!"

"Can you defeat an Ursa Major? As far as I can tell, from your own testimony, you can't do such a thing. Yet, you boast and brag how you defeated one and everyone believed you." Fleetfoot pointed an accusatory hoof at Trixie.

Trixie in response stuck her nose up in the air. "Now Trixie won't take blame for embellishing the truth a little, but anypony with half a brain knows you can't defeat and Ursa. It was a story to entertain." she then pointed at Fleetfoot. "How was Trixie to know those two idiot colts would go looking for one for her to vanquish? Who let's their children do that anyway?!"

Fleetfoot crossed her arms looking smug. "Well if you had any talent in magic, instead of making stuff up, you might not have had to prove it." she then stood up and grabbed hold of Spitfire's shoulder leaning on it slightly.

"Trixie doesn't need to prove anything to you!" she stood up and so did Spitfire. Fleetfoot had to catch her footing to not fall over by Spitfires sudden movement.

"Calm down Trixie." Spitfire warned standing between the two ponies. "Let's not do anything rash." she quickly said.

"No, Trixie will put Fleetfoot in her place! Now stand aside!" she tried pushing past Spitfire.

"Hey! Don't treat her like that!" Fleetfoot pushed the unicorn back making her trip over the round couch. Trixie glared at the blue pegasus as did Spitfire. "Aww, did I hurt the Gweat and Powerwess Twixie?" Fleetfoot mocked the unicorn going into her signature pose. By this point Trixie was fuming.

"I you were half the pony Trixie was-" She was interupted by Fleetfoot pressing her hoof against her mouth."What are you saying you're half the pony I am, maybe less so!" she told Trixie.

"FLEETFOOT!" Spitfire stood up to the smaller pegasus towering over her. "That's enough out of you!" Fleetfoot for a moment, just a brief moment, had reconsidered what she said but dispelled the thought standing her ground.

"You think you're more talented than Trixie?"

"WEll, lets count. One I'm a Wonderbolt, and Officer at that." she said counting tapping her hoof once. "Two, I'm a successful stunt pony and showpony. Three, I'm respected by my peers and by ponies across the land even non-ponies. Four, I've fought actual monsters and beat them cause I have an awesome team." she then pointed past Spitfire at the prone Trixie. "So basically, I'm everything you aren't." Trixie looked away from Fleetfoot. Spitfire stomped the ground cracking the floor beneath her hoof. "I said that's enough you two!" she screamed as loud as she could.

"Face it Trixie. You're nothing. nothing but a talentless hack, and if you were to disappear nopony..." Trixie clenched her eyes gripping her chest, tears welling up in her eyes at Fleetfoot's harsh words. "nopony would miss you if you were to disappear right now, nopony would remember you."

Just as Spitfire raised her hoof to slap Fleetfoot for such a terrible statement, there was a knocking at her door. Both her and Fleetfoot looked to see Soarin walking in in a pink sweater with a red heart on it with a coffee mug in the center of it. "Hey I heard screaming from down the hall. Security is on its way, what's going on, Spitz?" he asked seeing the three mares before him.

Spitfire was about to say something, but Trixie used the distraction to lung past her to give Fleetfoot a swift elbow to her face. Fleetfoot gripped her face screaming in pain. She then blindly grabbed Trixie and flew into the hallway door crashing through it using Trixie. Trixie had the wind knocked out of her as the pegasus started assaulting her face with her hoofs. Gasping for breath, Trixie used her arms to defend her face barely keeping the pegasus at bay. Meanwhile Soarin made his way to the two mares. "Hey you two knock that off!" he pried Fleetfoot off Trixie, just as she reared her legs and kicked. Fleetfoot spun around gripping Soarin and used him as a shield, unfortunately he was struck in his stallionhood by both of Trixie's legs. Trixie then stood up and ran down the hall. Fleetfoot dropped the hurt stallion and made chase. "Sorry Soarin!" she called back to him.

Spitfire made her way to the hall just as Soarin was struck. She saw Fleetfoot chasing down Trixie, but stopped to help the stallion. "Soarin! Hey, you OK?" she asked shaking him. He made a soft moan smiling at her, followed by a wink. He's fine. she thought. "OK, just wait here and recover I'll deal with this. Send the security to find us when they get here." she patted him on the chest stepping over him and followed the sounds of destruction to her training room. Entering she was greeted by a destroyed track, her cloud obstacles gone, weights everywhere, scorch marks in the walls, her glass sunroof in pieces, and two bloodied mares fighting among the wreckage.

Trixie had three weights for a bench press-bar in her magical grasp swinging them violently at Fleetfoot. Lucky for Fleetfoot, the years of training helped hone her senses. She dodged the weights like it was nothing with the speed and flexibility befitting a Wonderbolt. "Is that all you got you talentless hack!" she cried to the unicorn enraging her.

"You think Trixie has no talent? You wouldn't know talent if it smacked you in the face!" she yelled back throwing the weights at the flying pegasus. Spitfire stood dumbstruck, all of this seemed so familiar to her. So familiar it scared her to the point she couldn't move. The two ponies were throwing insults at each other while trying to get an edge on each other such as: "Skank!" "Tramp!" "Whorse!" "Over used glory hole!" That last one made no sense, but these weren't two ponies in the right frame of mind.

Fleetfoot spun in a circle with great speed creating a small controlled tornado, which took the weights and lunged them back at Trixie one after the other. "Neither would you bitch!" The weights flew across the room Trixie managed to dodge the first two spinning away from them. She had just enough time to realize she wouldn't dodge the last one, so she put up a shield only to have it shatter as the force of the weight hit it crashing into the side of her face with a loud crunch and snapping noise. Gripping her neck and face Trixie shrieked in pain. Fleetfoot then grabbed a weighed bar for yoga as Trixie regained her footing taking hold of two planks of wood and polymorphed them into curved wooden swords.

Spitfire's mind clicked, as if some horrible realization hit her. She flew towards the two ponies as fast as she could.

The two lunged at each other their weapons in hoof. Fleetfoot made a decisive strike aimed at Trixie's neck intent on crippling her. Trixie intended to get the mares wings to immobilize her so she'd have the advantage. Neither made contact with their target. Instead of Trixie's neck, Fleetfoot struck Spitfire in the side of the face her bar stopped dead in its tracks. Trixie ended up stabbing Spitfire in her arm stopping both wooden blades as a trail of blood dripped down her arm. She didn't even flinch at either strike she simply ignored both as if nothing happened.

Trixie was the first to react, falling back and dropping the swords to her side she looked terrified at the wound on Spitfire's arm. She followed the trail of blood down her arm and to a small puddle of red below. Fleetfoot followed a similar motion, falling on her haunches dropping the bar scared.

Soarin and the security ponies arrived to see Spitfire run between the two armed ponies and get struck by both. A dull thunk followed by a skewering sound of flesh being penetrated halted his advance. The two younger mares fell to the ground shaking looking at the older pegasus. Spitfire immediately turned to Fleetfoot with an angry expression. "Fleetfoot. You. Me. Flight. NOW." she said walking to the window pushing it open it then closed as if it hit something. Spitfire tried two more times to open the window with more force. Fleetfoot watched as the mare got more frustrated with the window and pointed to the now open roof. "Uh, Spitfire shouldn't we-" By now Spitfire had tried to open the window a dozen times and had enough. She took a chair and threw it out the window and spun around in one motion. "MARK YOUNG LADY!" she yelled at Fleetfoot like a mother scolding her child. Fleetfoot flew out the window at speeds that'd make Rainbow Dash envious.

Trixie tried to slink away, but was stopped by a hoof holding her tail in place. She looked to see Spitfire standing on her tail, looking down angrily at her, Trixie smiled awkwardly and waved a hoof at her. Spitfire's expression hardened. It really hurt her face to do that but she simply did not care. "You better be here when I get back, missy. I want to talk to you too." she released the mares tail and flew out the window followed by a terrified Fleetfoot.

Soarin limped over to Trixie after he told the security ponies that he'd take care of her while they filed a report. Trixie explained to them what happened and they said they'd return tomorrow to get a statement from Spitfire. Soarin lead them to the door as Trixie got comfy on the couch rubbing her cheek. Her face was swelling up badly. "Hey you alright there?" Soarin asked her. She looked up at him as he sat next to her checking her face. "Trixie is just fine." she pushed his hoof away.

Soarin chuckled at her as she stuck her nose up in the air. "Come on now, you took quite the blow to the head there, let's take you to the doctor and get you checked up." Trixie sat for a minute contemplating on what to do next. Her thoughts weren't on herself but Spitfire and Fleetfoot. I really lost my cool huh? she thought. "Trixie can't afford to go to a doctor." she said to him.

He smiled taking her by the hoof dragging her along. "Well it's a good thing you know me then! I'll take you to the team physician, she's the best I think you'll like her. Best of all? She's paid by our sponsors so there'll be no cost to you friend!" just then both their stomachs growled. Both ponies blushed at the sounds.

"Well, if you're offering to take Trixie to see your personal physician, she'll buy you lunch. Deal?" Trixie said walking out the door. Soarin got a big toothy grin grabbing hold of his spare key he flew out the door and locked it. "Great I know just the place we can eat afterwards!" he skipped along with Trixie following close by.

Back at the training room, a gust of wind blew as ta window flew opened on its own. An invisible figure worked its way across the glass covered floor with ease careful to not make any noise. If anypony looked hard enough, a vague blur was visible showing that something was there. It worked towards the hall and searched room after room, until it came across a room with a familiar looking suitcase in it. The figure, still invisible, pulled out a bundle and placed it on the bed next to Trixie's suitcase. As the bundle settled it stirred as if something was inside, before it became still. For a moment a glow encompassed the room and a dual outline of a heart with a flame over it was visible before vanishing. Once the light was gone so was the figure, and once more the window in the training room opened and a exploding sound was heard as a smoke trail became visible. The trail lead deep in the city disappearing among the skyscrapers of the iron jungle known as Manehatten.

Author's Notes:

Oh my gosh what's this a new chapter already?! What madness is this? An author getting off his lazy butt and actually writing promptly? O.O

Well, not so much, but I did finish sooner than expected so you all get a treat. Three chapters within two days! Screw candy I got words! So what's going to happen to Fleetfoot and Spitfire?

Will Trixie be alright?

Who was the mysterious stranger and what did he leave behind?

Where does Soarin want to go eat at?

All will be answered in the next chapter! Coming out never! MUWAHAHAHAHA!