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// The Mistake  
// Story: The Angels Take Manehattan 
// by Steve Stevenson 
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Rory was walking through central park, balancing the coffees for Amy and the Doctor on his back. He walked past a fountain with little angel colts around it. He walked under the bridge, and stopped dead canter. He swore he heard something. He turned around, and looked at the sculpture. They all look normal, except for one, which mouth had changed to wide open. He ignored it, and turned back around. There it was again!! He stopped and looked around. He swore he had heard a distorted baby! He continued walking, and before he could blink, he was walking on Main Street, in the middle of the night!
"What the!" he questioned to the darkness. He continued walking. He had gone a block or two before he stopped. Some pony was following him. He turned and faced the stranger.
"What are you doing here?" the stranger asked.
"I just went to go get coffees for the Doctor and Amy." he squinted and looked under the stranger’s tilted hat, to see a curly mane.
"Hello, River." he greeted. She lifted up her face, and looked at him.
"Hello, dad." she responded.
"Where am I? How in the hoof did I get here?" he asked, scared now.
"I haven't the faintest idea, but you'll probably want to put your hooves up." she said as calmly as she could. He turned around to find a gun pointed right in his face. He quickly put his hooves in the air.
"Melody Malone?" A Zebra asked behind River.
"You’re Melody?" Rory exclaimed. A car pulled up, and the stallions pushed them in.
"What is going on? How did I get here?" he asked River once they were in the car. River said nothing, just let the two sit in silence.
"You didn't come here in the TARDIS obviously." she whispered.
"Why?" he asked.
"You couldn't have." she replied, looking at him, "The city is full of time-distortions. Be impossible to land the TARDIS here. Like trying to land a plane in a blizzard, even I couldn't do it."
They drove past an alley, and saw a strange object bounce off the sky. It had to be the TARDIS.
"Well how did you get here?" Rory asked. River lifted up her hoof, showing her father a bulky watch of sorts.
"Vortex Manipulator," she explained, "Less bulky than a TARDIS. A motorbike through traffic. You?" Rory looked out the window.
"I'm not sure." he replied.
The car pulled up to a building, and they were pulled out of the car. The stallions unlocked nine locks before the door finally opened. They walked in, and were confronted by a set of stairs. River looked at a vase to the side of her.
"Early Chin dynasty I’d say." she said.
"Correct. Are you an archaeologist as well as a detective?" a voice asked above them. A fat pony in a suit made his way down the stairs.
"Early Chin, just as you say. You’re very well informed." he said, trying to sound as impressive as he could.
"And you’re very afraid." River spat back, "that’s an awful lot of locks for one door."
The fat pony looked behind over his shoulder at the door. Rory pushed the newspaper around with his nose, and looked up at the pot. The symbols jumbled around, and read "rapture of summer."
"River, I’m translating!" he called out, shocked.
"It's a gift from the TARDIS. It hangs around." she replied, walking towards him. The fat stallion walked towards him.
"This one, put him somewhere... uncomfortable." he spoke to his Hench men.
"With the babies’ sir?" the zebra asked.
"Yes, why not? Give him to the babies." the stallion replied, a sickening smile spreading across his face. The zebra put his hoof on Rory’s shoulder, and lead him to a dark basement. He threw Rory down the steps, causing him to land with a horrible thud. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a box of matches, throwing them to Rory.
"The lights are out, you'll last longer with these." he said
"What do you care?" Rory asked. The zebra just smiled.
"Its funnier." he said. The zebra left, submerging Rory in darkness. For a while, all was silent, until he heard an all too familiar sound. He listened, and confirmed his fears: the baby sounds that he had heard before he was teleported to this nightmare. He fumbled for his matches, holding a single match in his lips. The room was lit up, and he looked around him. There, on the floor, were three colt angles, all looking like they were wrestling. He walked closer, and leaned down towards them. The fire reached his lip, and he spit it out, quickly staggering back in pain. He lit another match, and gasped in shock. The colts were on their feet, and were heading towards him!! He dropped his match, and lit another one as quick as he could. He heard little hoof steps heading towards him. He lit the match and looked at them. They were running at him!!! He kept dropping his matches and relighting them. Each time a match went on they were closer, and each time it went out, the sounds started. He was down to his last match, his back against the wall. He struck it on the box and looked around. He looked to his left, and one of the little colt statues was right next to him! Its lips were in a blowing position, and his match started to waver.
"This is it. Im dead." he thought, and the match went out.