//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: Not my world. // by Zebrapenz1276 //------------------------------// The sunlight was awfully bright. Featherflint desired to fly up and move the clouds and shield her eyes, though thought twice when she remembered how Amy had reacted to her wings. How would all the other humans respond to her crimson feathers? So, she just put her hand on her forehead, creating makeshift protection from the celestial object. She sighed quickly, casting a glance at the girl who resembled the element of honesty so much. Even her voice and accent seemed familiar. She looked away from the blonde girl. This, "Tennessee" place was giving her an uneasy feeling that she couldn’t shake. Many shady looking humanoids stood around corners, watching the girls walk past. It was relatively quiet 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 after answered, they would fall into silence. Featherflint didn't really know where she was following Amy to exactly, but she trusted her. Somewhat. Maybe she could help her get home. If she ever believed where she was from, that is. "So..." Began Amy. "Are we not gonna tell anyone about your...” Her voice lowered. “wings?” That was another thing she couldn’t understand about humans. How they slurred their words together. It was just… annoying. Though, she would never actually say that to Amy’s face. The former pony pondered her question for a moment. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to go around show 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 conversation that would make herself look stupid. She already felt dumb enough as it was with everyone they past’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 she 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 man; most likely his father watched him. The corners of Featherflint’s mouth twitched into a tiny smile at the little boy as he slid down the bright green firepole. He looked so sweet, his chest puffed out at the very top of the equipment, declaring himself to be the king of the castle, and the rest dirty rascals. She frowned again, noting he was standing on the highest point, where he shouldn’t be. He could easily fall. A group of adolecents stood in a circle, while one stood out to Amy. The teenager looked vaguely familiar... Aw, no. Tommy Jackson, the so called "Tough guy.” What a jerk. He was the entire reason she had quit out on high school. She tensed and turned away, hoping that he wouldn’t notice her. "Are you okay?" Featherflint noticed Amy's sudden discomfort and quickened pace, turning her attention from the little boy to her partner. She tried not to stare at Amy's flustered face. The human girl gestured to a boy with darkened brown 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. The same boy that had been standing dangerously on the smooth metal poles was flailing his arms around, looking for something to grasp. Sadly, nothing was around, and the child teetered, about to fall over onto the pavement. No one seemed to pay attention to it, the man texting on his phone, the teenagers brushing it off like they couldn’t care less. 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, catching her off guard. Looking to her side, there seemed to be a lack of Featherflint. 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 beat down, 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 tale, 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 once again. Featherflint's eyes watered as she experienced new speed. The little boy fell faster and faster as gravity took hold, 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 befell 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 his 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. *** They ran down the sidewalks, the chilly evening atmosphere cooling down their overheated skin. The sunset was blended shades of purple and orange.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 sharp 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 white card from her pocket, and inserted it into a black compartment. The door unlocked with a click, and Amy opened the door. They both stepped in the room. This was definitely cleaner than all of her house in Ponyville. The bed was made, everything was tidy. Amy pointed to an empty room with only "You look exhausted. Feel free to sleep." No sooner than Amy was done the sentence, Featherflint walked into the room and 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 the trending videos. 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." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haha~! How was that? Sorry, I know it went a bit fast, but finishing this story was kind of last on my to do list. Leave any suggestions or questions in the comments below, see you next chapter!