The sunlight was awfully bright. Featherflint desired to fly up and move the clouds, though thought twice when she remembered how Amy had reacted to her wings. How would all the other humans respond to her crimson feathers? She sighed quickly, casting a glance at the girl who resembled the element of honesty so much. Even her accent. She looked away from the blonde girl. She reminded the former pony of her home in Ponyville. The winged human wished she could return to her normal form. This, "Tennessee" place was creeping her out. People were staring at her in a strange way. Featherflint silently inquired why. Her wings weren’t showing anyways.
It was relatively silent traveling through the avenues, beside old brick buildings and houses. Once in a while they would ask each other awkward questions, like, " Where do you live?", or " How old are you?", which of course was replied in an awkward answer. Featherflint didn't really know where she was following Amy to exactly, but she trusted her. Maybe she could help her get home. If she ever believed where she was from, that is.
"So..." Began Amy. "Would it be in place to not tell anyone about your wings?"
The former pony pondered this for a moment. That was a good question. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to go around telling people that she had wings. Featherflint nodded and tucked her hair behind her ears. "That would be best." She said quickly, trying to avoid another strange conversation that would make herself look stupid. She already felt dumb enough as it was with everyone in town's eyes boring into her back.
Amy felt her braid, trying to think of something to make conversation. She usually could think of anything at all to talk about, but maybe it was Featherflint's wings, or the fact that Featherflint didn't really seem to want to talk. They turned a few corners, before coming to a tall metal playground. There was one child running and playing around the equipment, while a teenager watched them. The teenager looked vaguely familiar to Amy... Aw, great.
Tommy Jackson, the so called "Tough guy" In the school she went to. What a jerk. He was the entire reason she had hoped the school year would go faster. She tensed and turned away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her.
"Are you okay?" Featherflint noticed Amy's sudden discomfort and quickened pace. She tried not to stare at Amy's flustered face. The human girl gestured to a boy with green hair, and a black leather jacket. He looked like he was the leader of the group; they were all crowding him and trying to get his attention. “Him? What about him?" Amy opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the shrill scream of a child.
He was at the very top of the fire pole, standing up and flailing his arms around. He was going to fall on the hard pavement! The teenagers and parent just stood there, eyes wide.
Idiots! Thought Amy. She and Featherflint were too far away to help. Amy closed her eyes, not wanting to watch the child fall. Suddenly, she felt a huge gust of air. She looked to her side, and Featherflint wasn't there. She had taken a running start across the dry grass, and large red wings had burst from two slits in the back of her shirt. Her wings started to flap wildly, and she took to the air. She steadily raised higher, going as fast as she could. She felt inches away from the Sonic Rainboom. A supposed mare's tail, until it was performed the year before in Cloudsdale by none other than the Element of Loyalty, Rainbow dash.
The child's wild screams and flailing arms did nothing to help regain his balance. He fell, and Amy gasped, looking down, her eyes shutting tight. Featherflint's eyes watered and her lungs filled with pain as she experienced new speed. The little boy fell faster and faster and time seemed to slow in a play by play in the winged girl's eyes. The teenagers didn't move, the father didn't move. Featherflint could taste the tension in the air as a red blur streaked across the playground. The adolescent child stopped screaming, knowing what befalled him. And then, Silence.
Featherflint hovered above the playground, panting, and sweat gleaming on her face. In her arms, she held a very surprised small boy, staring up at her in amazement. She slowly and carefully set the toddler down in front of the boy's father. She bolted over to Amy, who had now looked up and was watching in bewilderment.
"Run." Hissed Amy. The two girls took off down the street, as the bystanders at the park stared after them in amazement.
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They ran down the sidewalks, the chilly evening atmosphere cooling down their overheated skin. The sunset was purple and yellow. Absolutely beautiful. They finally came to a tall apartment, by the name of Bartlett towers. Featherflint guessed silently that this was where Amy lived. Chests heaving, the two groggily came through the entrance, ignoring the strange looks they were getting from some employees. Shuffling over to the elevator, Amy pressed the up arrow and walked inside. Featherflint hesitated and did the same.
Amy sighed. The music was awful. Neil Diamond or something. She ought to complain about the terrible music they play in here. After an awkward two minutes in the elevator, there was a barely audible Ding , and the metal doors opened. Featherflint was the first to get out of the elevator, looking slightly troubled. If there was one thing Featherflint hated, it was small, confined spaces. Amy took out a ring of keys from her pocket, and used a sliver one to unlock a door.
They both stepped in the room. Featherflint looked around. This was definitely cleaner than all of her house in Ponyville. The bed was made, everything was tidy. Amy pointed to a guestroom.
"You look exhausted. Feel free to sleep."
No sooner than Amy was done the sentence, Featherflint fell down on the bed, not even bothering with blankets or pillows. Amy yawned and stretched her arms, hearing a small pop from her shoulder. She took out her braid, letting her silky blonde hair spill down on her shoulders. She sat down on her computer, an important part of her schedule, and started surfing the internet. She typed in, "YouTube” On Google. She clicked the link, and was sent to the homepage. She scrolled though most viewed videos in her state. Her eyes scanned the screen, finally resting upon a video. “Bird Girl Saves Child."
A lead ball dropped in her stomach, as she clicked on the blue lettering and watched the video. “Oh no."