It was a sunny day in the city, but that didn't mean much- I could scarcely see any movement from my position twenty miles away. I knew I had to get there, and it was exciting to know I was going to be there in less than an hour. I took off from my cloud and moved towards it. But I felt something was wrong. I felt like I was forgetting something, but I still wasn't quite sure what exactly I was forgetting. Buck it, I decided, I'm going in.
The closer I got the more I realized that I had no plan on a rendezvous spot. How the hay did I forget that? It didn't matter now; they were no doubt in the city, and maybe I could find them. However, I wasn't too sure about that. It was certainly annoying to be doubting my own actions so frequently, but I guess it was just something I had to deal with now.
It was no doubt a good course of action to find a place to access the internet again, as it would be the only imaginable way to find my so-called 'teammates'. So, without many other options I rested myself near a conveniently placed Starbucks and brandished my laptop.
Nada... There were a couple replies, but none of the contacts I had since gained in the human-turned-pony business were online, but rather than wait for them to go online, I just shut the lid and left. I slid the laptop back into my bag, and took off. It seemed to me that even bothering to still be here was a lost cause, but I had been through a lot just to get here, so I wasn't just going to go off in a random direction.
Now, I wasn't sure much about who I was anymore. I wasn't sure what part of me was controlling my actions, and I didn't like it. I didn't think it was Spitfire, because she said the contrary in my head. God damn my life is crazy, I thought, which was a nice little comic relief right there, but as it turns out, in real life, it's not very comical nor very relieving.
I wish I had an idea as to what I was doing, or why I was doing it, or who was doing it. But, as I soared between the buildings in the city, looking for something, I wasn't granted the luxury of knowing quite what that was, and that was no doubt more than slightly dangerous, granted my own flawed logic when I knew what was going on.
My vision started to fade, and I wasn't sure why, but within a minute I was out completely cold, or in this case unaware of what was going on.
I regained my vision on top of a skyscraper. The city laid out below me, as I stood triumphantly on the building. Even though I had no idea why, it still felt badass. I heard something land behind me, and whoever was controlling my body turned around.
The pony that was in my vision I didn't recognize; a pegasus mare, near a fusha in color, and a confused look on her face. She was the first to speak up, "Nice to finally see another pony,"
My voice replied to her, which was quite jarring, "Welcome to my world, sister." I could practically hear Spitfire laughing at me in her revenge, the reasons for which being quite obvious.
So, Spitfire, do you have any idea who the hell she is? I asked the voice in my head.
"Nope," She replied quickly, "You think I know everypony in Equestria?"
Worth a shot, I replied.
"I think you should come with me," The unidentified mare said.
Don't do it, don't do it, Spitfire and I both echoed, with slightly different choices of language, but, apparently we were the only two here with enough common sense to know not to follow a stranger without as much as their name to go by.
"OK then," The stupid bitch who I still didn't know jackshit about said before extending my/her/our wings and taking flight. Today just got weirder...
I was somewhere outside Chicago when suddenly I realized I was in control again. The mare had given some name like 'Citrus Wind'ยน or something like that. I had to speak up, because I had no idea what the hell was going on.
"Hey, Citrus, just where exactly are we headed?"
"You'll see."
I stopped. "I need to know it's not a trap, give me a reason to trust you, and I don't want that 'I am a pony, not a filthy human, like you' bullshit, I want a legitimate answer. This could be a ploy by some random Prince of Nigera or something!"
I questioned my own logic in basing my fears off a famous chain email scheme from the 1990's, but I wasn't called out on it, and she did at least start to answer me.
"Jeez, somepony's being a bitch," She said in a heavily sarcastic tone, "If you must know, we're headed to-" Something came through the cloud layer directly behind her; the object in question being a navy blue Boeing 737.
The instincts I apparently had but wasn't aware of kicked into action, "GET THE BUCK DOWN!" I hollered, tackling her and bringing her downwards with me. The aircraft nearly deafened me, but I was still alive, and so was my new 'friend'.
"You were saying?" I urged her on.
"I was headed towards New York, as most of the people are, I heard. But I was looking forward to getting to know you."
I should have let that plane rip her apart.