Marevelous Manehattan

by StageQuill


ahh

I woke up and could hardly talk. Great. I could still feel myself shaking a little. I had to make an appointment with the corner doctor. I had to be in good shape by Monday.

I got out of bed, aching all over, but no more than from a good dance lesson. I knew I should get a start on my day and go to the doctor, but I was focused on one thing really.

Who was that stallion who saved me? I mean, I knew his name... But who was he really? I had no idea whatsoever.

Still thinking, I got dressed and went down to the walk-in clinic. The street was full of pegasi and unicorns rebuilding buildings the Stilltion had knocked down. I signed in at the doctor's desk.

"Thank you. The doctor will call you soon. Was it the Stilltion attack?" The nurse asked. I nodded and went to sit down.

The headlines of a paper another pony was reading screamed the news.

'Stilltion attacks! Masked hero steps up!'

"Excuse me." I leaned over to he pony and whispered, the loudest I could manage after the scream. "Can I see that when you're done?"

"Sure." The pony answered. "Here, I'm done now." He smiled and handed me the paper. I grinned and read eagerly.


'Last night, a stallion calling himself the Stilltion broke into a bank and stole seven hundred bits. He wore long steel stilts attached to each if his four legs, and strode quickly across Manehattan, crushing buildings beneath him. The patrol attempted to stop this thief, but were unable to. He was reported to have been a unicorn, and have used a spell to stop the patrol from getting to him. It seems he took down the shield. Nopony knows why; perhaps it taxed his energy.

At any rate, the Stilltion still managed to evade the patrol, until a brave masked citizen stepped in.

We know nothing about this mysterious pony, except for the fact that he called himself Daredevil, the stallion without fear. Without fear, yes; he bravely swung into combat with the long-legged pony on some sort of rope. The masked citizen managed to save Manehattan as well as many private citizens.

"The Stilltion was about to step on me." One mare told our reporter last night, "but Daredevil steered the Stilltion away from me. Oh, the muscles on that stallion!"

The Stallion without Fear covered the Stilltion's eyes and virtually drove him to a nearby construction site, where the thief was slowed enough to be wrapped in cables for the patrol to take care of. Daredevil's parting words were, 'you'll be hearing from me again.'

If he continues to help our fair city, and all of Equestria, then in Celestia's name, I'm glad we will.

The Stilltion was arrested and put in jail, and is now safe behind bars, far away from his killer stilts.'


I smiled at the stallion who'd given me the paper and smiled. 'Thanks' I mouthed.

"Welcome." The stallion answered and took the paper again. He began working to the crossword.

"Stagelight Glow." The doctor called. I got up and trotted lightly into the checkup room. I kept wondering during the basic part of the checkup: weight, height, blood pressure. That stallion. Who was he?

Finally, the nurse finished.

"Doctor Sillick will be with you soon." She said and left the room. I still couldn't get my mind of of that pony. That strong... Probably handsome... (I embarrassed myself to myself thinking that) and strangely familiar-voiced pony. He was probably some actor I'd seen at an audition. Who could it be? Stunnerific... No, he was bass, this one was tenor. Clodoo? No. He was far to clumsy.

Who else did I know with that much strength and flexibility? None of my friends matched. Of course, it could be a random pony I didn't know.

The door opened.

"Hello, miss Glow!" The white and tan pony said. "I hear you're having trouble with huge throat after screaming? I know the exact spell."

I grinned and nodded. The doctor put his horn to my throat. It tingled and felt glow-y. The feeling intensified. Some ponies didn't like that feeling, but I loved it. I missed it when it faded, but my throat cleared.

"Thanks." I said normally.

"Now, say aaahhhh." Dr. Sillick hadn't finished. I said

"AHHH." I said, on pitch.

"Perfect. Rest for a day or two. You'll be fine."

Thanks!" I exclaimed. I walked out of the door the doctor held open for me. When I got home, I curled up with hay
tea, old yearbooks and thought of Daredevil. Who could he be?

Somehow, every times thought the word 'handsome' I thought of Legal Shades.