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Rainbooms Over Miami

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Chapter 4: Canadians and Royalty

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Canadians and Royalty

Canadians and Royalty

Written by Glitternight with help from RundownJet

Hana (Glitternight)

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger as we strolled out of the Everfree Forest, into the blinding light of the Equestrian sun. He had a gun. I eyed Tyler, our honorable pilot, with such a stare that, if looks could kill, he would have probably burst into undying flames. This whole time, he had smiled in our faces with a revolver in his pocket, and he expected us to trust him? I didn’t know Archangel! He could have been a psychopath waiting to chop us up into little pieces for his stew with a nice chicken breast sautéed with garlic and onion on the side (and perhaps a chilli pepper and lemon juice sauce dripped over it....). Any of these people – or ponies – could be absolutely nuts, and I was stupid enough to convince Reuben to take me on this bullshit trip! Why was I so stupid?! Note to self: next time you have an idea, completely discard it and do the opposite.

I stared at the bloodied pilot down as he staggered on his two feet (feet I envied in an odd sort of way), his head obviously still swimming dizzily from the crash. I mean, don’t get me wrong, being a pony was, well, cool as buck. It truly was. Even the most pessimistic of our group could be seen skipping on their hooves over the bramble and rocks at the joy of their new form. But it wasn’t me. I was NOT a pony. I was a girl. A human girl, with breasts and clothes and fingers and the like. Why should Tyler not join this new existence with the rest of us? I glared at the gun in his hand with another surge of betrayal. He had all the power. We were not at the mercy of Celestia’s guards, but at the mercy of Archangel, the 6”7 grown-ass man with a smoking revolver in his hand. God knew what else he could be hiding. But what could I do? This new form felt so useless… but then again….

I examined my hoof, tucked around Reuben’s form as I supported his weight, and pondered the possibilities. I didn’t understand it. What had I done before? I closed my eyes tight and tried to focus energy to my hoof, to make it glow a glimmering gold as it did before, to heal and perform, and do wonderful things. But I couldn’t. Not now, at least. It was odd the way the impulse had possessed me before, the idea that with a touch of my hoof (the golden Midas touch, if you will), I could heal anybo—anypony— and now, it was suddenly gone. I obviously couldn’t will my hooves to do this type of thing, not in the same way one would carry out simple tasks like moving your hand or blinking an eye.  But I still had no way of understanding how I had done it before.

Observer’s pony form walked besides us, lessening the weight of Reuben off of mine with his silver unicorn magic. His deep blue eyes were shut tight in concentration as he struggled to keep it going. I was thankful for the help, but there was something about Ob, about the depth of his eyes and his overall demeanor, which chilled me and thrilled me simultaneously.  I wouldn’t say I was scared of him, but more so intrigued, as though his story was one I could relate to, but at the same time didn’t want to know. He was, even as a pony, still huge, and was probably fully capable of crushing every bone in my body in mere seconds if he so felt like it. There had always been something in me, since I was young; about being so close to someone I knew could hurt me—Reuben was an exception. But Observer… he had something in his eyes, that, while inviting as a siren’s song, told me he wouldn’t hesitate to kill if he had to, let alone cause as much pain as was indiscriminately possible before doing so.

Reuben groaned as my uncoordinated self tripped on a rock and my stumble jolted him.

“Sorry, babe,” I muttered, avoiding his pained eyes, snarling inwardly that I should better watch where I’m going.

Reuben was the only one that was there for me when I was at my lowest and now, because of me, he was… broken. My heart ached. It was a mental agony that was on the edge of physical pain. It hurt to breathe. It was seriously fucking hurting to breathe! He’s my everything, I thought to myself. He’s my everything and I let him get hurt. Breathless sobs escaped me, burning my throat.

“Hana?”

He looked at me with a sadness in his eyes I very rarely saw on him, a sadness I hated to see. I rubbed away the tears against my shoulder in a hurry. I had to be the strong one right now.

“I’m okay”, I said with a distant smile, looking at his mane rather than in his eyes. I distracted myself with the rising sun, glowing like a dying ember in the distance. I had said that phrase to him so, so many times. “Everything is going to be just fine.”

I sped up the pace a little, trying to keep the devastation at bay with the added effort of following them to the castle as fast as I could. Where there was a castle, there were ponies, and, hopefully, help for Omega and Archangel (as if he deserves it, I added sourly).

Observer struggled to keep up with the pace I made while still supporting his constant use of magic. I slowed only slightly, and he passed me an understanding look. But no, he didn’t understand. He couldn’t possibly know what it felt to know that the man—the pony— I loved was beaten, battered, crippled, crumpled, all in the name of saving me. In a world where I had nothing but Reuben, he had become my whole universe, my reason to live, and the idea of him not able to make it through this—I shook away another fit of sobs.

Observer eyed me carefully. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that one bit. Being watched, being sized up, people wondering just how much I could handle, if I was crazy, if I was stable, if I was okay—

“I’m fine.”

I muttered it with clenched teeth. I probably wasn’t very convincing, but at that moment, I couldn’t give two flying fucks. As if I’m going to go mad with grief, I scoffed at myself indignantly, laughing the thought off… But then again, if anything happened to Reuben, I just might.

We followed Tyler and the guards over the hill to behold the sight of 3 golden carriages waiting for us. They gleamed in the rising sun, the gold molded into ornate curls and weaving designs, like solidified lace, and from each of them, held in reigns, were four solid white pegasi in golden armor. My eyes danced at the glorious sight. We were, indeed, getting the royal treatment; being flown to the castle in the Princesses’ royal carriages. We filed into the carriages, one by one. A guard extended his hoof to help me, but I shrugged it off, my eyes downcast as I helped Reuben on board, one hoof at a time. We took a seat on the violet silk cushions, basking in luxury and most of us holding some of the most shit-ass grins ever conceived on our faces. On the carriage with us, laying in the soft embrace of silk and velvet laid over the gold was Archangel, groaning and holding his head with his right arm as his left arm, broken at the shoulder, hung loosely at his side. Next to him sat Silver Sea, the concern for his friend clear as glass on his face, his muzzle dripping with tears. Ob took a seat next to me, and I fidgeted uncomfortably, never taking my eyes off Tyler the whole time.

Archangel’s face truly was a mess. Half of it was blackened with dry blood, the other half completely bruised and a sickening shiny periwinkle. Purple bruised skin stretched over the cracked edges of the bridge of his nose. He wiped the pouring blood from the nostrils off on the sleeves of his leather jacket, torn and tattered and littered with splinters of broken glass. Glass was all over him, scattered on his face like crystal sprinkles in blood-crimson icing, his brown eyes intense with pain, until he rubbed his left shoulder. The shock of agony was too much and his eyes glazed over for a second, as unseeing than two piles of mud, and he groaned and leaned his head back.

“Arky?” I asked, forgetting for a moment that I was supposed to be furious at him. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh.” He groaned into his right hand for a second, as though he was muffling a moan of pain. “Just…. my shoulder….and…. my head is…. Just terrible….”

His words were incoherent and slurred, and it scared me—the dominant, assertive (if not threatening) man that we saw just hours ago was defeated by circumstance, hell, by his own plane—hunched over and rambling in pain.

The carriages took off, and I heard BP’s distinctive high-pitched voice letting out a long, shrill “Wheeeeee!!!!!!!”

The white pegasi pulling our carriage pounded their feet against the floor in a thrilling beat before taking a leap in unison towards the glorious rising sun. The reds and pinks of the newfound dawn streaked the night sky, and I felt myself being flown across the new scarlet morning. And then, the horizon unfolded to behold Ponyville in all its glory.

The sleeping town lay before us, blanketed in peace and whimsical thoughts. Pinks and purples and shining roofs dripping with calm country moss.  We couldn’t see anypony roaming around; it was probably a ridiculous hour to awake, anyways. Our carriage soared over the orchards of Sweet Apple Acres, and we rubbed our eyes at the Granny Smith and Red Delicious trees, their fruit gleaming in the eye of the golden sun, the sun we knew to be raised by the Princess herself.

Silver Sea rubbed his right foreleg painfully as the wind rushed past it. I had barely noticed until now, but it was swollen and blackened near the hoof, and this whole time, he had been limping on it, wincing every time he had put weight on it.

“Silver?” I glanced at Reuben, who glanced annoyingly up at the fading stars with an eye roll of irritance (probably at the frustrating situation of not being able to move), before scooting next to Silver Sea. “Let me see your arm.” Of course it wasn’t an arm anymore, but he got the gist of it, and put his hoof across mine. I pressed gently across the skin and felt the break, and he choked back tears. I smiled tenderly at him and rubbed his back. He was, after all, only 12.

The image of the castle of Canterlot bloomed in the distance beyond us, and it sparkled in the setting moon and rising sun and glittering stars, as though the marble walls were made of diamonds. We all marveled at the vastness of the estate. We jumped in our seats as the pegasi swooped down, landing on the smooth marble driveway, edged with golden borders.

The guards stood at either side of the entrances of the carriages. One by one, we filed out, and the injuries made by the crash became even more apparent. Tyler was still dazed and dizzied, and his breathing had labored out over the course of the ride. As soon as he jumped down the step, he swerved to the side, bending over in a coughing fit, and I noticed a trickle of blood litter the polished marble behind him.

From the other carriages, the rest of our group ventured out, Shadowed leaning on Thor with her swollen ankle, her disheveled mane covering her eyes, and Thor’s blue eyes were open wide as he took in the glamorous sight in front of him.

BP skipped annoyingly at Ben’s side, hopping in beat with his rapidly pulsing heart—the excitement was nearly too much for him, and he was full to the brim with enthusiasm. “Oh. My. Luna.”

We entered the long hallway we have seen in so many episodes, and our jaws dropped simultaneously. The stain glass windows let the rising sun’s rays fall upon us in a prism of color, the designs and intricacy laying on us like snow as we made our way to the silken purple throne of the one and only Princess Celestia. Her mane flowed out with an unseen mystical breeze, the colors bright, sparkling, and blinding, as though her mane itself was made out of nothing but glittering rainbow sequins.

At her right hand side was the Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, the gorgeous young alicorn with the light lavender eyes and pink, purple, and pale gold mane, who sat in her pink throne of velvet next to the Captain of the Royal Guard, Shining Armor, and a prince in his own right.  To the left of Princess Celestia, in a midnight blue throne, tipped with lace, very similar to the shade of my coat, was the Princess Luna; her hair glimmered like a night sky, the midnight blue aura surrounding her face. I couldn’t help but notice, with a smirk, Tyler, completely captivated. As the night was ending, obviously, so was her shift to watch over the kingdom. However, as strangers in Equestria from another world in a burning capsule of metal were an important matter, she had obviously made the time to be there.

Tyler stumbled forward, as he dizzily approached the throne, he did a little bow, as low as he could without losing balance and flat-out collapsing. Luna and Cadence had a look of plain concern on their faces, (you wouldn’t be concerned if you knew he could kill you in an instant with that gun in his hands, I thought) while Princess Celestia looked on, keeping her composure.

“Your Highnesses.” He said it curtly, licking his teeth of blood, but everyone could tell it hurt him to speak. “We come from Earth, and we have crashed in the middle of the Everfree. Some of us are injured. We came here purely by chance. We set out to find this world, but the fact that we are here, now… well—”

Here, he fell into a coughing fit, spittle of bloody drool escaping his lips as he did so. Then, he regained his poise, stood erect, and was about to continue when he was interrupted by a clearing of the throat—

“Get him a seat.” Celestia called to a guard.

“What exactly are you?” asked Princess Cadence, her voice like sweet music.

“Well, I’m a human, the main species on Earth, our planet. We were all human, but when we got here, well… most of us turned into, well, ponies. We are missing two members of our group, and, well, oddly enough, we also gained a member.”

Tod fidgeted with an eerie smile on his face.

“How can we believe any of this?!” Shining Armor spoke up. Inwardly, I squealed with a fangasm. His voice was like honey.

Archangel rolled his eyes and levelled the gun at Shining Armor in a moment of rage. “I’ll tell you how you can believe this, Snowball! I have three people here who need hospitalization, a few who can barely walk. Also, I’m the one with a gun in your face, so how about you get with the fuckin’ program and—”

What happened next happened so fast that the moments went by like a blur. The gun went off as Tyler’s hand contracted, an involuntary muscle movement that caused the bullet to spring from the chamber, missing Celestia’s face my mere inches.

He fell to the ground, seizing and wriggling against the floor, unable to inhale, his mouth letting out odd noises, a mixture of moans and labored breathing. I stared at him, in the middle of this seizure, his eyes pin-prick pupils in their brown irises, swollen shut from the blackened eyelids. And, well, I did nothing. I said nothing, I moved not an inch.

The reason: I was angry—no, FURIOUS—at our “perfect” leader. A betrayal of trust does not blow over easily in my mind. But standing there, watching Tyler’s broken shoulder crash against the marble, harder than concrete, as the blood trickled down his chin, made me sick with guilt. No one here knew what to do, but I did.

When Archangel’s mouth started filling with a bloody foam, I couldn’t take it anymore, the guilt ripping me apart, and I burst from the crowd to sit on the cold marble besides Tyler.

“He’s having a seizure!” I shouted, as if they knew what that was. Princesses Luna and Cadence looked on in concern, unable to help for their lack of understanding. Princess Celestia barely seemed to notice him flopping like a fish, as she stared into the bullet-hole on the wall, inches from her head. Meanwhile, in the corner, Shining Armor mulled over Tyler’s last remark. “… Snowball?”

Struggling to keep him moderately still as I turned him on side, I muttered close to him, “It’s okay, Tyler, just calm down, it will be fine.” I knew that as scary as it might be to witness, it was a thousand times worse for Archangel, and I rubbed his head gently, hoping, praying, that it would pass before it was too late. He took an effort to hold down.

His whole body was stiff and shaking, quivering against the floor furiously. Stained on his face was an expression of fear, one that was just so alien to his usual demeanor. For Tyler to be scared instilled terror in everyone in the room, me especially, and in my stomach it rolled over and festered, mixing with guilt. His mouth moved to shape a word again and again, in an infinite loop of silent conversation.

Help… help… help.

His out of focus eyes, pupils so small they were barely there, said it all, and all I could say back was “Hold on! Hold on!” as I tried to focus the golden energy to my hands again, the power I knew lay dormant in me somewhere. I had to cease that pain, I had to gain control. But one look at his face, branded with horror, and I knew I had none. Not here. Not in a world where my body, hell, my species, had changed and all I could manage to do was try to hold him on his side and calm him down.

After five minutes, but what felt like an hour, the shaking stopped, and his muscles relaxed as he lay limp on the floor, his head resting in my hooves. Tenderly, I wiped spittle of bloody drool from his chin, and tried to ignore the tear escaping the corner of his eye. After his injuries, God knows what that seizure did to him. I stared at the blood. Internal bleeding was almost definitely a culprit here.

Our group stared between the fallen Archangel and the shocked expressions on the faces of the Royal Family. Shining Armor was the first to speak.

“Arrest them, .”

“Fuck this, I’m out of here.” Tenebrae ran towards the exit only to be knocked back by a guard at least one foot taller than him.

“No!” Observer stepped forward, hoof raised in protest. “I’m sorry, Captain, but you don’t understand.”

“This… human… used a weapon on the Princess! ... And he called me Snowball,” he added quietly. He stepped away from the throne, approaching us and pointing the guards in our direction.

“It was an accident!” I shouted. “He just had a seizure. He lost all control of his movements. It was a ticking muscle that pulled the trigger, not him!”

Luna looked to Celestia. “Sister, perhaps this young mare is right.”

Princess Cadence approached her husband with the cutest puppy-dog stare in existence. “Please, sweetheart, let them go…. Eh, Snowball?” She giggled.

He grumbled a bit in protest, but she melted him. “Stand down.” He muttered to his guards and they backed away, the one holding on to Tenebrae dropping him to the floor.

“Oof!” He hit the floor hard before bouncing up on his hooves. “Yeah, you better run!”

“We need hospital care,” said Silver bravely, and he limped forward on three hooves, holding his bad ex-arm up.

I looked back at Reuben, wincing as he struggle to stay on his feet without my help. I held the look of desperation as I confronted the princess.

“Please, Princess Celestia. We… We don’t know what happened anymore than you might. But we need help.” I pleaded.

Archangel grumbled as the numbness wore off, his hand on his side, against his rib cage. He coughed again, blood rolling off his lips, and turned to his back. The Princesses and the Captain watched as me and Ben propped Archangel up, while I muttered, “Slow breaths, Ty. Slow breaths.”

Princess Celestia rose from her seat, her tall, regal stature overlooking us all, and approached our group.

“What are your names?”

Silver Sea stepped forward with a gulp and introduced us.

"I'm Jonah. This is Tyler; he got us here in one piece. He is also my friend."

He looks over to the rest of us, and spoke in his young inexperienced voice. "This is Benjamin, next to Carlos. Over there is Hana and Reuben, and behind them Jorge and Tenebrae and Joshua, but you can call him Codejunkie. Steven and Matt were lost at the crash sight, but that's Steve's friend Matilda and her friend... um.... Tod, I think. That's a friend of ours that goes by Shadowed Rainbow, and that's Observer and Thor -- well, his real name is Ed-- and-"

"These are all very odd names...." Celestia said, a look of confusion on her face. I could understand it. Usually, a name, at least to the ponies, said who you truly were. What you looked like. Who you see yourself as. As far as humans go, our names are just labels.

"Are you sure those are your real names?" Celestia asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Silver Sea,” piped up the youngest of us, the silver wrench shining by his tail

She looked to me and I held my tongue. Hana. That was my name. And somewhere in me, it still was. But I looked to my cutie mark, the golden crescent moon, glowing against the midnight blue coat.

“Glitternight,” I responded effortlessly.

She looked to Ben, who stared at the number 4 on his lower flank, still caked with mud.

“Quad Ruple.”

“Glissando.” Codejunkie nodded to the Princess, the trombone on his rear gleaming.

“Observer.” The gray stallion behind me said it curtly, as he stared down the goddess.

“Omega Darkness.” I rolled my eyes at the rough voice Reuben said it in, trying to add as much badassery as possible to the fact that he was now a pony unicorn. “And I am a Time Lord from the planet Galifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 9 hundred and 3 years old, and I'm the man who’s going to save your lives and--”

I nudge him on the shoulder. “Ignore that,” I say to the princess.

“B-B-Banterful Phrase,” said BP, who was probably shaking at the idea of actually speaking to Princess Celestia.

“Ice Rune,” muttered Thor in his Latvian accent.

“Ghostly Glow… and this is Tod.”

“Denavian,” said Tenebrae, without even thinking about it. I guess it just sorta... came to him.

        “Hige. Wolfy Hige.” The brown Pegasus did a little curtsy. “Pleased to meet ya.”

       “Lavender Wave,” said Shadowed Rainbow, her purple mane gleaming in Celestia’s god-like glow.

        “Quylaa. Just Quylaa.”

        “Please your Majesty,” muttered Tyler. “I-I-I’m sorry for the threat, b-b-but they didn’t d-do anything. They need medical attention. If you are to arrest anyone, l-l-let it b-be me.” He stuttered as he battled with consciousness, his brain forcing him into rest mode for everything he had endured that day.

        “Very well,” said Celestia. “Guards, take them to the hospital quarters. Wake the nurses and the Doctor. Treat them as guests, but keep on eye on Tyler. See that they are well- treated and well-fed. Tyler, I'm going to need to ask you to give up your weapon both for our safekeeping, and as a sign of peace.”

"N-no. I'm not giving this up. I haven't been here long e-e-enough t-to be sure that my passengers are safe. I n-need to protect them. I refuse t-to g-give up my--"

"I wasn't asking, Tyler. I'm sorry, but my world is as new to you as you are to them. You must give up your weapon."

Tyler looks at his revolver before sighing and hesitantly holding it out. "Yes, your Majesty."

After giving it up, he stays on the floor, unable to move, and is helped out by the guards.  

       “No, we do not like bananas”, muttered Wolfy under his breath, as a guard ushered him out.

        I sighed as a guard took its place beside each of us, escorting us to the infirmary.

        “Well that went well,” said Denavian, as he eyed Archangel being held up by four ponies.

“We should have known that on our first encounter with the Princess, one of us would blow her face off.”

       “Give him a break, guys.” I said it loudly, glaring at Denavian angrily. I don’t know why I felt I had to defend Archangel, but I did.

       “Hey, at least we aren’t on a one-way trip to the moon,” muttered Omega, who winced painfully with each step.

        “We should have asked Luna what Lunar hotels are best for a thousand year stay,” asked Wolfy, and the guard beside him rolled his eyes.

        The hospital chambers of the castle were huge. Unicorns, most likely just woken up, ran between the rooms with their own assortment of healing spells. As Archangel was ushered behind a zipping curtain, puzzled nurses and doctors looked over him.

        “What are we supposed to do?” asked the nurse.

        “Well…” began the doctor. “What is he… or she?” I rolled my eyes and face-hoofed.  Some help they would be.

        “He’s a human. He’s suffered a seizure, along with multiple head injuries. Just… just get started on clearing out that glass and getting him bandaged. Okay? And if he seizes up again, call me.”

        “And you are?”

       “Glitternight.” The name fit me. What had started as a pretty alias now seemed a big part of me. I followed Reuben into a room while my mind raced over my own thoughts and guilt.

        After a few minutes, the doctor projected some x-rays on a screen with a light blue aura of unicorn magic. He analyzed them for a moment, before turning with a pearly white smile.

        “You’re going to be fine, Mr. Darkness.” Reuben smiled at the sound of his new name. Mr. Darkness.

        “It’s only a couple of fractures in your lower ribs,” the doctor continued. “That, and a rough concussion, but nothing too serious. It’s no doubt uncomfortable, but nothing that won’t be gone in a week or two. I recommend you stay off your feet for a while. No more strenuous movement. Walking is probably too painful without assistance anyways… Ms. Night?” He turned to me. “Just make sure he keeps any kind of activity to a minimum. Can you do that?”

        “Of course, Doctor.”

       “Have a good day.” The doctor flashed another pearly smile, overflowing with charm, and strolled out of the room with a courteous nod.

       Reuben responded to the exit with a grumble.

        “I don’t like him.”

        I laughed for the first time since becoming a pony. It felt weird. It felt nice. “Why? ‘Cause he told you you can’t go running into bar fights or saving girls from crashing planes for a week?”

        “No. Cause he was checking you out.”

       “He was not!”

        “Yeah he was. Right before walking out that door, he smiled at your perfect ass.”

        “Um, I think the word you’re looking for is flank. And anyways, that wasn’t my ass he was smiling at, it was my face.”

        “Your perfect face,” Reuben chipped in, smiling like a bastard.

       “Trust me, it’s not.” I giggled and blushed.

        “Trust me. It is. And what was that crack he made about sex?”

        “He didn’t say anything about sex!”

        “Yes. Yes he did!” Reuben’s voice deepened for a terrible impersonation that sounded more like Duke Nukem than the doctor. “’Please make sure you keep ACTIVITY’” (he stressed the word to the point of annoyance) “to a minimum, Ms. Night.’”

       “Um, no. Just no.”

       I stared across the hallway, to the room with the curtain. Seizures were terrifying, a painful experience to endure, and I had let Tyler undergo it for over a minute before even deciding to help.

        “What’s wrong?” Reuben asked with prying eyes.

       “Nothing.”

        “You’re a terrible liar, even as a pony.”

       “I said I was fine. God!”

        “Adding ‘God’ to the end of a sentence doesn’t make it true.”

        I lay down in the bed next to him with a tremendous sigh, and he wrapped himself around me. Even as ponies, we fit together perfectly.

        Finally, I spoke. “I stared at Tyler for a whole minute.”

       “So? He was flopping like a goldfish. We were all staring. It’s quite the attention grabber.”

       I rolled my eyes again. “Can you stop being an insensitive douche for five seconds?”

        “I’ll be an insensitive douche whenever I feel like it.”

        I grumbled and turned away from him, wriggling out of his hug.

       “Fine,” he muttered. “Be like that.”

        “You don’t understand. And I can’t expect you to.”

        “What’s there to understand? You stopped a seizure.”

       “I let the seizure happen for a whole minute!”

       He grabbed my shoulder and turned me towards him, looking me with his new violet eyes. “Explain.”

       I wriggled uncomfortably for a second. “I let him go through it. I was… well… I was mad.”

        He blinked a few times at the word. “You were mad?”

       “Yes.”

        “You’ve never been mad in your life.”

       “Yes I have!”

       “No. You haven’t. Sad, yes. Over emotional, ALWAYS. I’ve seen you irritated one second and bubbly the next, but never, in all my time knowing you, have I seen you mad.”

       “Well… Now you have.”

        Reuben stayed quiet before clutching his waist in pain to sit up. “Was it the gun?”

        “He could have told us we were at his mercy!” I shouted indignantly.

        “There are fucked up people in the world, Hana. I’m sure he just—”

        “He very well could have been one of them! And you don’t need to tell me about fucked up people, Reuben!”

       “You can’t just hate EVERYONE!”

        “You’re one to talk!”

        He said nothing, not even dignifying my retort with an answer, and he placed his hooves behind his head on his pillow, relaxed and expressionless.

        I grumbled something about needing air, and walked out of the hallway. Silver Sea’s front foreleg was trapped in a cast, and he smiled as BP signed it, grinning at how fast he had learned to use a pen in his hoof.

A long, sharp tone of electronic noise pierced the air.

“DOCTOR, ITS FLAT-LINING!” When we heard it, our spirits fell.

The group was, for the most part, all there, staring at the curtain that hid Archangel from the rest of us. We were all thinking the same thing. If Archangel could fall so easily, what would happen to the rest of us? Next Chapter: The Bumbling Brit Estimated time remaining: 1 Hour, 33 Minutes

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