I stayed in that hospital for about a week, they insisted that I at least stay that long. I still didn't feel great, but I was doing better.

The only thing I had trouble with were nightmares, but after a meeting with Luna, they seemed to happen less often. She's proven to be quite nice, better than her sister in fact. Despite the fact she's a little spooky sometimes. Cadence and Shining came by later to say bye, they had to go back to that place they rule. While they were there I stopped Shining just before he left so that I could show him the com-scroll. Basically he just sighed, patted me on the back and left. Once I was finally allowed to leave it was like stepping into a new world. All the pony's either flocked towards, or away from me. The ones who ran had heard that I killed a pony. The ones rushing towards me were all asking for more music. It was nice to see that at least some people were enjoying it.

To their many questions I simply responded with:

"I'll have more by next year. Then there will be a little surprise for you all." They all seemed excited. Luckily most of them were actual fans, not people who just wanted something from me, all those were likely the type of ponies that frequent the restaurant I killed somepony in, so they were probably avoiding me.

I eventually got back to my room. I made a cup of coffee. And sat on the couch.

Now, the coffee sucked. Because I hated coffee. I still do. I just felt like I needed something, and I will admit, the scorching liquid, foul taste and caffeine all helped me to feel a little more 'human'. At least for a while.

After I finished my drink, I looked out of the window, over the city. It was cold. Very cold, now. Autumn was in full-swing, and soon, winter would have its grasp on the land. I was looking forward to it, it was my favorite season after all. The long, silent nights. Not having to go outside too much because of the 'it's too cold' excuse. And then going outside and not seeing too many people. It was nice.

My momentary retrieve was broken by a very polite, rhythmic knock on my door.

Alarms set off in my head. Who could that be? Anyone I know would just either let themselves in, or at least use a boring knock, as did all of the palace staff.

Again, the rhythm played out, a little faster this time. They must be getting impatient.

Warily, I walked to the door. I leaned against it. "Who is it?" I rang through the door.

"Open the door and you'll find out!" They said, in a slightly familiar voice. But it was in a very sing-song tone, so I couldn't put my finger on who it was, or if I even knew them at all.

I groaned and slowly opened the door. I was met with a pink blur. It hit me in the chest and I fell over backwards, it landing on top of me and constricted my ribs.

Both unfortunately and fortunately, it was not the 'Pink blur' I was thinking of.

"Thank you so much Dan, they finally got me out of there!"

I pushed her off of me and she allowed me to stand. "Oh, it's you Dawn. Good to see you're okay. You seen Steve yet?"

She cocked her head. "Steve?"

"That's what he calls me, Sweet." Steve said from the doorway. "Don't know why." He fully entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Dawn giggled. "Ha, and you let him get away with it? Damn, you two really are as close as you said, STEVE." She said, teasingly.

I could see why Steve chose this one. She was small, yes, but she was light on her hoofs, I could tell just by the way she held herself. Not to mention, she just said 'Damn'. I could get used to this.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we were wondering Dan, if you would like to join us on a date tonight? I know you only recently recovered from... something, but you seem fine."

I held up my hand. It no longer had bandages on it, the scars were clearly visible. I held it so that they could only see the palm. "Ebony likely won't want to go on any dates any time soon, not after this happened." They both stared at my hand, neither were that impressed, they were both basically military after all, but they still looked worried.

"My goodness Dan!" Steve said, purely out of politeness, not actual shock. "You cut yourself pretty bad on something huh? Mis-handle some cutlery or something?"

"I guess you could say that..." I said, turning the hand around to show the exit wound.

They both blinked. "Dan," Steve said. "I was gone for... just over a week. And this. What happened while I was gone?"

Dawn also looked to me, curiously.

"Wow, no one told you guys anything?" I asked, they both shook their heads.

"All we knew was that you were in hospital for some injuries and that you were out 'tomorrow'. How long were you in there for before we got back?" Dawn asked in response.

"About a week." I said shrugging.

"What happened?" The both asked in comic unison.

I simply picked up the scroll and handed it to them. Steve, being the only one with something even close to a thumb took it from me and held it for them both to see. They looked at it, confused, for a couple seconds. I sighed, leaned over the sheet now facing away from me and pressed the screen, prompting the video to play. They both gasped and watched in both wonder, and dread. Guess that thing is a revolution in technology or something to them.

A couple minutes in.

"That little sh- shoot!..." Dawn said. Oh my god I love her. "Dan you DO realise that pony across the road was Fo-" I cut her off by raising my hand. And told her to keep watching.

Dawn said to Steve a couple moments later "Look, there! There he is!" She pointed at the page.

"Oh! And there again!" Steve said, pointing to the page.

"Where?" Dawn asked.

"There! Right behind Eb-"

-Thud-

"OH MY GOO-"

-Voosh Shing-

"W- WHA-"

-Thud-ud-ud-

"DAN?!?!" Steve screamed.

I didn't answer. Dawn just narrowed her eyes at the screen. Speaking under her breath.

Steve just stared at the screen, wings drooping by his sides. Dawn's were tight against her sides, she looked like a sports fanatic staring at a screen in which their rival team has their ball of choice mere inches away from both her favorable scoring point and her not-so favorable one.

They watched through the entire thing. All the way up to when Celestia put her horn to my head.

-Bitch I kicked Celestia's personal guard in the face! Nothing can defeat me!-

Steve gave me a very long, strange look for that.

Dawn rolled up the scroll when it was done and rolled it across the floor towards me. It hit my foot.

She sighed, walked to me, put a hoof on my shoulder. "Good job." I just slowly blinked at her. "That also explains why you have THAT." She pointed to the knife still on my belt, Forges knife.

"Oh yeah... Forgot it was there." I said, slightly shocked to think I could misplace such a dangerous object.

She snorted. "You don't forget its there when you need it, I know that from experience." She turned around. "Rose... You okay over there?"

Steve just gave out a high pitched avian groan, completely un-moving. He looked like he had stared into the eyes of time itself.

I blinked. That was a pretty weird sound. "Oookay. I'll ask Ebony if he wants to go with you guys. I would love to, but don't be surprised if he doesn't want to. 'Still has a scar on his face." Steve flinched.

Dawn grimaced slightly. "Yeah, I'd imagine so..."

Another damn awkward pause. I needed to change the subject. I thought back to my plan, I had the two of the people I needed in the room with me, so I decided that would be a good topic, though I would keep it vague. Don't want them to figure out what I am doing now do I?

"Okay, guys." They both looked at me, now focused again. "Wait here, I need to do something." They both looked confused but agreed awkwardly.

I walked to the kitchen and got a couple metal pots and lids. And placed them on the floor in front of Dawn. Then I got some random objects to raise some of them off of the floor. After that, I got some spoons and held them to Dawn.

"Dawn. Hold these with your wings." I said, presenting the handles of the two spoons to her.

She blinked. "Dan, what is this?" Dawn asked, gesturing to the mess in front of her.

I sighed. "Just listen to me okay? Hold these."

She gave me a harsh look, then shrugged and took them in her wings. The feathers folding around them firmly. I was taken a-back by the show of strangely-located strength, but it was exactly what I needed.

"Now," I continued, "Hold the handles out towards the pans." The spoons rotated. "Okay, now, hit one."

"Dan. If this is some kind of combat test-" She began to protest, but I cut her off.

"No, it's not. Just trust me, I need you to do this."

She sighed and sluggishly hit one. It let out a low-pitched metallic clank. She looked back to me with bored eyes.

"Okay, good." I said. I took the spoons from her. I walked round the pans and she backed away to let me get to the other side of them, where she had been.

Steve snapped to his senses. "Dan... What are you doing?"

I put my finger to my lips. He rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Dawn," I continued, not looking away from the pans. "Repeat this." I tapped a basic rhythm into one of the pans with a single spoon.

She blinked. "Dan... You're not-" I held up a hand to her. Then handed her the spoons.

She cautiously walked over to the pans and replicated what I did. Very passively, yes. But she did it.

She looked to me. I nodded approvingly. "Now," I said, taking the spoons back. "This." I tapped a very fast rhythm, using both spoons and multiple pots. I looked back to her and held out the spoons. She was slightly shocked at something, but took them rather quickly.

She slipped a couple times and lost rhythm even more times. But after a couple minutes, and a lot of 'slow down's and 'try again's, she was repeating a fairly complicated rhythm at a steady pace.

"Now tap your hoof to the rhythm as you do it." I said, pointing to the joint in question. She looked to me, uncertain. I shrugged to her and she continued the rhythm and this time began hitting the ground lightly with her front hoof timidly, along with the rhythm. She was spot on. I held up a hand after a couple rounds and she stopped.

"Good! Good! Now, do it again, but no tapping." I said, then turned to a very confused Steve. Dawn began the rhythm again. "Now, you tap along to the rhythm."

Steve blinked and looked at the pots. "What... rhythm?"

"Dawn, keep going." I said, she didn't stop. She almost looked entertained. "Steve, you've gotta feel the beats. Follow my lead, K?" He blinked a couple times and nodded as I walked over to the kitchen counter. He followed me, reared up and placed his elbows on the counter as I had. "Like this." I began tapping every half-beat with one hand and adding a harder tap with the other hand, along with Dawn's pots.

He looked at my hands and copied them. A little out of sync. "Steve, don't copy my hands. Copy the beat." I nodded my head in time to emphasize what I meant. His face turned determined. Then closed his eyes. His talons paused slightly, then began again, perfectly on beat. He realized what he was doing, opened his eyes and beamed at me. His whole body moving in time.

"Yes, Steve! You're feeling it buddy!" I patted him on the back. I looked over to Dawn, about to tell her to stop. But then I saw her face.

She was having the time of her life, like Steve, she was putting her whole body into it, swaying and pulsing in perfect sync with the impromptu beat.

Seeing them both like that was probably one of the happiest moments in my life, just due to the pure joy they were emanating. I'm pretty sure Ebony was at the door, lapping it up from around the door-frame or something, because even I felt like there was something in the air.

I laughed slightly and reluctantly tapped Dawn on the shoulder, she stopped and turned to me with a disappointed smile, still beaming. She looked over to Steve and put a hoof over my mouth to stop me from speaking, as I was about to. I looked over to Steve, he was still in the zone, tapping the rhythm onto the counter in an almost perfect replication.

It was this moment, I knew. I knew my plan would go perfectly. Or at least these two's parts will.

Eventually Steve noticed something was missing from his little performance and looked over to us. We were both looking at with with slightly slack jaws. His rhythm petered out and he chuckled awkwardly. We simply smirked at him.

I pushed Dawn's hoof away from my mouth and stood. "You two keep working on that, but don't teach anyone else ya' hear?" The both nodded profusely, massive grins on their faces. "Now get out of here! I've got to go and find Ebony, ask him about this date." They both began to leave.

"Dan, before we go..." Dawn said, they both paused just short of the door. "What was that?" Dawn asked. Steve nodded, also wanting the answer.

I laughed slightly. "That my friends, that is how REAL music is made." They both looked confused, but also excited. "My world doe's not have magic, that's how music is made back there."

They both looked rather happy at this. But Steve had a more curious look on his face. "Then why... why are you teaching us this?" He asked.

I snorted. "You'll understand, just wait." They both blinked, looked at each other and shrugged.

We all said our goodbyes and left. They headed somewhere together, while I set out to find Ebony. I didn't know where else he would be aside from our room, so I headed to the throne room, to ask whichever benevolent being happened to be there at that time.

My luck being what it was, I was met with Celestia. Sitting alone in the room.

She sighed as I walked in. Not in annoyance... but... something else. "What do you need? I'm... working on something right now..." She said. There was nothing in the room for her to 'work on'. Clearly something was bothering her, but I didn't have time for that, I had to ask Ebony whether or not he wanted to go on another date. And that decision could take all night knowing him, and what happened at the last date he attended.

"Yeah, you know where Ebony is? He's not in our room." I asked.

She hung her head. "At a questioning."

"A...questioning?"

"Yes, about... Forge." Her voice was strained and forced.

"Ah, how long will it take?"

She breathed deeply. "Another hour or so. Depending on... how he responds."

"Celestia, ponies hate changelings, granted not as much as you do, but they are still irrational, they will do anything to blame this all on him!"

She sighed again. "Dan, I assure you. I am listening in on the whole thing as we speak, they will not make any harsh decisions."

"They better not, or will will take his punishment on top of my own, if I have one."

She looked up from the floor and into my eyes. "Dan, I am trying my hardest, but you will be punished for you actions, even if I deem the actions you took necessary. It's sad, but it's the law." Her body twitched slightly, she was holding back so much emotion right then, even she could not hold it all in without some little hiccups. She saw that I had noticed, so continued, "I'm trying to cover it up as much as possible, but the media is all over it... at this point, the smallest charge I could bargain for looks to be at least a couple months in..." She breathed slowly. Her head hanging once again. "The dungeons."

I blinked. "So... prison right?"

"You could... call it that, yes. There is little I can do that I have not already done Dan. I'm sorry but... depending on how your questioning goes your punishment could range from a month in 'prison' or D- De-" He voice tapered out and she shuddered, letting out a shake-y breath.

I walked up to her in complete silence. The room was incredibly eerie. "Celestia, I'm okay with spending a little while behind bars, and I doubt they would give me a death-sentence or something." The look she gave me did nothing for my confidence. "Come on, there has to be something you can do... I hate seeing you like this."

She looked down at the floor. Then her ears perked up. "Yes... there is something I can do... But you won't like it..."

"Well?" I said hopefully. "What is it?"

She hardened her whole body, as if preparing for something to strike her. Then whispered, "Hold the doors. Now." At her tone, I ran over and pressed myself against them. Where the doors had been replaced, looked like they only opened one way now; inwardly.

"Now what?" I asked, pressing myself against the door.

Celestia lifted herself from her chair and stood in front of it, her body still hardened. "GUARDS! GUARDS! ARMED INTRUDER!" I had to cover my ears, she was so loud.

The door was hit from the other side, I held it shut, only just. "Celestia, what ar- I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" I blinked. That's not what I said... what just... what? I looked up and saw Celestia's horn glowing. "Celestia, did you do tha- GET BACK HERE!" What the hell is happening?! I looked down, my neck seemed to be glowing for a second.

Celestia raised her head again. "GUARDS!" She screamed. I felt a tugging on my belt and looked down, my knife had free'd itself from my belt and was hovering in Celestia's magic. As soon as I saw it, it flew off. "GUAR-" Celestia gurgled and sputtered as the knife flew across the room and slashed her throat. She stood for a couple seconds, the blood tainting her perfect-white fur. She stared at me, before her eyes rolled back and she fell limp. Collapsing and landing on her side, completely still.

I had no words. I opened my mouth, but so many things tried to be said, nothing came out.

Something drowned out my thoughts from behind the door. "sssssiiiiIIIIIIISSSSSTTTTTEEERRRRR" A scream came, approaching fast. I froze. Do I really want to be on the other side of this door when SHE tries to open it? I heard her galloping hooves, then the crackling of magic, still approaching. I felt the guards on the other side of the door stop pushing.

Nope. I leaped from the door, and ran towards one of the windows. I felt a shock-wave behind me, only making my advance towards the nearest window faster. The blast was soon followed by a scream. I dived for the window. Please be thin, please be thin, please be thin. The glass shattered as my shoulder made contact and I fell through. Now I another problem. Please don't be high up, please don't be...awoh...

I looked down seeing distant hedges, statues and grass. Some kind of garden. About 100 meters down.

I covered my face and closed my eyes as I sped towards the ground. My teeth cracked and groaned as they were pressed together by my tense jaw. This was it. This was the end... I thought as the floor approached.

I felt the wind around me slowly fade. "Not quite yet, I'm afraid." I uncurled myself slowly, finding myself in amber magic. I looked at the being in front of me. "Oh, don't worry about the window. I already took care of that." I turned around and looked up. I window was intact. I turned back around to greet my savoir.

"Thanks Discord." I said, still very shaken; but attempting to pass it off as a casual thing.

"The 'thanks' is all mine... to give to you, that is. This walk was rather boring till you showed up. Looks like you've stirred up the hive!" He said placing me on the ground. "Now run along, or they'll find you." He said, with a smile that made me question... well... everything.

"Er... okay, thanks." I said, and began to run out of the gardens. He rolled his eyes and kept walking in the other direction.

I made it into the residential area. When a thought struck me. The Cave! I made a change in my course and began booking my way to the train station. If I followed the tracks, I would reach the cave eventually.

As I was running, a group of guards turned the corner ahead of me. "HALT! FIEND!" They bolted for me. "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR THE ACT OF TREASON!" Needless to say, I ran. And I ran hard.

What the actual fuck Celestia? It was all I could think as I ran through the streets, dodging ponies, carts and buildings, among other things.

After about a minute of running and being yelled at, the train station was in my sights. But it was swamped in guards. I stopped in my tracks when they all turned towards me, all wielding weapons. The spears, I didn't mind. The crossbows however...

I have a fear of ranged weapons, let's just say.

I froze and put up both hands.

All the guards flinched and an array of weapons flew at me. "THAT MEANS I GIVE UP YOU IDIOTS!" I yelled as I dived out of the way of the arrows and javelins.

I continued running in the direction I dived, finding the back of my leg slightly cold. I looked and my trousers had ripped. I guess one of those javelins was rather close to the mark there...

After a couple seconds of running I heard heavy wing-beats in the sky. God dammit. I leaped through the first window I saw and landed on a coffee table. Two stunned ponies sat at it, their meals now spread across the finely decorated room.

"Can't stay to talk guys, I think I just made Celestia kill herself!" I said as I ran out through the back door of the house. I heard the front door collapse as I left.

I rushed into the next house, trying to avoid the aerial threats. Only to find it full of guards. I froze.

They didn't move either, they just continued to aim their weapons at me.

I breathed heavily. "I... give up... guys..." I put up both hands again. Luckily they didn't shoot this time.

One of the guards snorted and all the unicorns in the crowd lit their horns. Their magic enveloped me and I found myself falling unconscious.

***

A blinding light and a sudden cold.

"WAKE UP YOU SCUM." He said, putting his now empty bucket back down, beside the table my wrists were tied to.

I looked around the room. Concrete in all directions. I was tied, by my wrists, to a large table that was bolted to the floor. A very armored door decorated the wall across the table from me.

"Wha-" I began.

"SHUT IT." He snapped.

I did so. I was not about to mess with this guy. He was very large.

He walked over to the door. "Now that you are awake. You will be questioned. Our chief interrogator will join you here once I have left." He left without even looking at me or waiting for a response.

The door closed, then began to open again. And an orange unicorn walked in. Her head buried in some paper work.

I blinked. She sat without even looking at me, still reading text in front of her.

"Name?" She said, in a monotone voice.

"...Dan Micheals." I said. Her head shot up.

She whispered. Looking up at me surprised. "Dan?! The heck have you done now?"

"I don't know Feather, why don't you tell me?" I responded, indicating to the papers.

She read through the rest of them. Her eyes widened. "You... you..."

"No, I didn't. She took my knife and killed herself."

"Dan, She would never do that." She said to me, with a glare that burned me to the core. "Now, the questions. What did you do?"

"Bit of a broad que-" My voice was cut off as a arc of lightning-like electricity leaped from Feather's horn and into my chest.

"What. Did you do."

"I went to the throne room. I saw that Celestia was looking rather down. I did not know where Ebony was so I asked her where he was. She said he was in a questioning. Then she told me she was doing her best to stop the charges from being pressed against me. But she then said I would likely face jail-time. I asked if there was any more she could do. She then said yes and told me to hold the doors shut. I did so, trusting her. She then screamed for the guards, took my knife in her magic and slit her own throat and fell to the ground dead."

She took it all down on a note-pad. "And after that?"

"I smashed through one of the throne-room windows and Discord caught me before I hit the ground and repaired the window. I then ran through Canterlot until I was caught."

She finished her notes and looked over them. "You know how fake this all looks right?"

"Yep."

She sighed angrily. "Now that my job is done," She put the pad down. "Why the heck did you kill her Dan?!" She asked slamming her hooves on the table.

"I didn't! She killed hersel-"

"IMPOSSIBLE! She would never do that! She has been ruling for... however long, she would not just 'off herself' because of a little thing like this!"

I sighed. "If that's what you believe, there is nothing I can do but say; 'It wasn't me.' And it didn't work the first time, so what's the point in saying it again?"

She blinked. "Dan. I trusted you. We ALL trusted you."

I didn't answer. I just hung my head in defeat. There was nothing I could tell them that they would believe.

She left and a small team of ponies came in and gave me some new, albeit a little loose, cuffs. They lead me to a door and tossed me in. I didn't resist, there was no point now. If my friends didn't believe me, who would?

I gathered myself from the floor and took a look around my new house. A cold, concrete room. Reminiscent of the one I found myself in a month-and-a-half ago. I laid on the small, rough sheet and closed my eyes.

Only to open them a couple hours later, screaming. Seems like Luna has let-off the nightmare-protection.

I propped myself up on one of the walls, and prepared for the longest night of my life.

Updated: 10/11/15
-Fixed tenses
-Fixed grammar
-Other tweaks

Yep, I ran out of old 'already written' stuff half way through this chapter.

Sorry it's a bit short, got stuff to do and whatnot, you know?

More coming late tomorrow. Probably. Depends when I can get home by. And how much college work I have to do.
This chapter was... well... unexpected.