//------------------------------// // There he goes // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------//   ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile at the police station I was sitting in my office with my feet on the table enjoying my calm coffee break. I been hustling the last few hours researching this whole pony dilemma, and I can say the only progress I made so far was learning that they come from a show, and that was prior knowledge. Oh wait, that’s not really progress. Oh well, I’m just gonna sit back and watch cops so I can learn more hostile techniques. ”Jo… maybe you should come here for one second….” My partner in catching-crime Randy muttered. I leaned back into my chair while taking a sip of coffee. I don’t think I should come all the way over there, I think he should come here. “What is it?” "Remember the wallet we found yesterday?” I recalled the events from yesterday, definitely remembering picking up a brown wallet.  I did search through it and found his business card on it, but no I.D. was found. We researched the cab business that was printed on the card and it seemed genuine... but outdated. That's how you know it's fake when the car business is from 1980! If that really was an alien, then it sure did a hell of a job disguising. Of course we did try to dig into the ‘man’s’ records but it’s pretty obscure. His name was AbigaÍl Rodriguez, which seems like a typical Spanish name. The only problem there is like 1000+ people with that name. You know what’s the main thing holding us back? We have no sort of picture of the man due to his sudden disappearance. I honestly believe he’s an alien, but that’s the problem. He has no real family, his location is probably disclosed, and we don’t have any visual stats of his appearance. I really wish we had a sketch artist the other day, but none of the cops in our squad is dexterous. “What about it?” I queried. “I called the number.” “And somebody picked up? Mind you, I was trying all day yesterday and got nobody.” Randy shrugged. “Well, Mr.Rodriguez seemed to be working at that base after all.” “Really?” “Yes, he was. However, he was definitely a human before this occurrence. He had a family as well.” I paused. Hmm, ain’t this some shit. He actually was a regular person who lived a regular life. How in the world did he turn into an alien all of the sudden though?  “…What did they say?” I finally asked. “They were distraught but managed to accommodate us with a picture and more bio information.” I smiled and clasped my hands together. “Oh yes! That’s what I like to see!” I removed myself from my office chair and walked over to Randy’s booth. We’re getting somewhere, but why wasn’t I informed of this earlier? I was doing the most research out of everyone when all  they did was  just call a number. Maybe I need to be more patient. “What does he look li-“ “Here it is,” he inputted while handing me a polaroid picture. Crap, this must be when he was just a young kid. Oh well, the man was a cab driver so he was probably old anyways. I’m not sure I will see much difference in age. The moment I touched the picture I prickled uncomfortably. Damn, even touching the picture gives me the chills. I looked at the picture and saw a middle aged man with his wife wrapped around his arm and his/their kids standing to the side of them. I blinked twice and continued studying the picture. It looks credible to me. I don’t have a family, but I can tell from the pics the man had a perfectly normal family. Makes me sad... really sad. That can be me, but she is playing games... I tightened the grip of the picture in my hand and glared at Randy. “Did you tell  the commissioner yet?” “Yes I already did.” I nodded curtly while stepping out his booth. “… Come in the car with me, we gotta do some more investigation…”  I went back to my booth and grabbed my jacket off the racket. Cold death means cold weather… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. After finally leaving that hellhole of the school, I was on my way home with my right hand pony (Kaise). I was offered to smoke with some of my friends after the meeting, but I can’t afford to get in any more trouble. I’m gonna have to call Mom when I get home so how dumb will I look talking to her when I’m high? She knows I talk fast, so talking to her in a turtle’s pace isn’t gonna go unnoticed by her.   Maybe another time but not now. Kaise could have stayed but she decided to come with me for ‘safety’ measures. I don’t know why, I could handle myself perfectly. Oh well, Kaise coming was still a great Idea because I had no metro card. Speaking of that, we were able to go on the bus perfectly with no complications. The only complicated thing is we have some fans… Yes, when we were on the bus many people remembered our faces from the news yesterday. We were being asked all these questions that could have been ignored, but my dumbass chose to answer mostly everything. Why? I don’t know, I just felt like being polite.  Someone even asked for our autograph. I was about to ask him for an ambulance because he was pissing me off! I sighed. Kaise and I were walking down the street, about four blocks away from my house. Kaise was just telling me a story that took place when she was a guy. For someone who wants to forget about their old life, she sure doesn’t have a problem digging up old memories. “So then she was like, ‘Why are you lips so pink? Do you wear lipstick?’ I was like hell no, do you wear your real hair!” I smirked. “You didn’t say that…” She huffed. “Yes I fucking did! Never seen a guy with pink lips before? People are out of line sometimes with these fufu ass questions.” “You should have been hype. She thought you had lipstick, which means you had very nice lips.” I calmly suggested while shrugging. Kaise glazed at me, which prompted me to say, “I’m not saying you do! I’m just saying it could have been possible." “I don’t care, I’m not gay,” she muttered.  I raised an eyebrow. Why does that remind me of something for? That triggered something from yesterday, but I can’t put my hooves on it.  “Um, are you guicci?” Kaise asked while cringing.  My eyes widened as I wagged my head slightly.  Oh man, I forgot I didn’t tell Kaise about last night yet. We been talking about bullshit for so long and I almost forgot about telling her this?  “I gotta put you on about yesterday.” “What do you mean?” “I mean…” before I began to tell my story, I looked at my surroundings to make sure no one was around to hear. Sadly, I jinxed it and saw two teenagers across the street staring at us. “HEY KEVIN LOOK! IT’S THE TWO PONIES THAT WERE ON THE NEWS!” One of the teens shouted to his friends, which was so loud we heard it. I made out the friend smiling. “Wow. CAN WE GET YOUR AUTOGRAPHS?!” I slowly turned my head towards Kaise, who was giving me the 'are you serious' look.  “Should I black now or not?” I asked through gritted teeth. Translation: Black means to spaz out, “Nah. Fuck them, just tell me later. I’m about to be out now.” I blinked. “You’re not coming in my house?” “Nah, I gotta be at the crib at a certain time. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe, feel me?” Kaise held her hoof out. I sighed and gave daps. “Later.” “Later!” Kaise galloped away, leaving me standing alone in the sidewalks with no one around. Okay, this is the first time I’m actually in the public by myself but there should be no problems since my house isn’t that far. I’ll be good. “CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPH, MISS!?” The same guy from the duo across the street yelled. “No!” I shouted while stomping away from the fanatics. I should probably leave before these knuckleheads get me angry. He called me miss too?! Fffffffffffuuuuuu… I don’t know what the big deal is, man. It was just self defense, why people acting like I’m a hero or something? The combination of strangers and people who are close to me treating me different really gets me angry. Now at my front door, I pounded on the door for a few seconds before taking a step back. I’m not gonna fall into a house this time, I learned my lesson. The door opened a few seconds later as I was greeted by Dante, which is the first time I’m seeing him today I think. “What’s up?” he greeted. “Nothing.” He stepped out the way as I trotted inside the house.  I scrutinized the living room the moment I walked in, shuffling my head left and right looking for a certain person. Instead, I found the bag that I was looking for earlier lying right next to couch on the floor. “Is Mom home?” “No.” “Okay, good!” I walked towards the couch and used my mouth to grasp the handle of a bag on the floor. I then proceeded to walk upstairs while dragging the bag with me. Damn this is heavy, hope my mouth doesn’t start to ache later on. Yeah, you’re gonna need that for Jessica, am I right? Shut the fuck up. “Hey Shawn, what’s up with your hair?” Dante asked, but I pretended to not hear him and continued walking. “I think you look cute with it, haha!” I turned towards Dante and glared at him intently. Oh man… if this wasn’t in my mouth I would have cursed him out so badly… Yeah, I guess that will go for Jessica when you two see each other at night time… You’re not funny. I’m not having sex, so stop with your sick fantasies you furry! Me a furry? Ironic... ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… “Yes Mom… uh huh… yea I understand. It’s only 4:12… yes Mom… YES MOM! OK! Ugh… Mom… DRINK SOME TEA IT WILL BE OKAY!” I tapped my nose on the screen and ended the call… or should I say I cut the call off. Geez, I really do love my Mom but she needs to get her shit together man. I came home like an hour later and she still wants to bark at me? Trying to say I’m grounded… bish please! While I was bickering in my head, I felt my phone slide off my hoof . Okay, it  didn’t crack so the battery should still be inside. I looked at the fallen electronic and saw an empty space that would usually be occupied with a battery. The battery is out and I don’t know how to put it back in with my hooves. I know how to pick up a fork, but I can’t put a damn battery in… I deadpanned. “Well, I wasn’t gonna plan on using it anyway.” Why not? Go and call your baby. Shut up! I walked towards my-I mean Dante’s bed and hopped on it, burying my face into the bed. I felt something hard push in my face, which made me cock my head back instantly. “Oh, it’s just a remote…” Well, since I’m bored of the computer and have no phone, why don’t I look at T.V. for a little while? I grabbed the remote and turned on the satellite, immediately switching to a different channel when I saw the Hanna Montana title screen. Geez, that still comes on? Re-runs you drunk. Even re-runs. After constant flicking, I somehow found my way on a news channel. Ugh, boring, but let’s see what we’re dealing with.  Okay, it was an old woman emotionally scarred looking woman getting interviewed. Boringggggggg! She’s probably complaining about a lost kitten. Before I switched the attention whoring newscast, I looked at the banner.  Oh boy. My eyes opened so wide they became the shape of eggs. I don’t know if it’s a typo, but am I the only one that sees ‘Wife of recently deceased cab driver speaks on the screen’? I hope so, please tell me it’s the liquor that got the best of me. Oh wait I don’t drink. I huffed tensely and moved my body back in the bed while pulling a blanket over me, laying uncomfortably deliberately. Hey, tight situations call for tight circumstances. I can’t get too comfortable, can I? I saw the anchorman’s mouth move but heard no words coming out. I growled and grabbed the remote, ferociously pressing the volume button till it was louder than the fat lady signing at the opera house. “-he seemed to be at work during his final hours. Do you recall any suspicious behavior from him from the last few things?” He  inquired while putting the mic towards the lady. “No…” she said while sniffing, even though I don’t think she was doing a good job at holding back her mucus.  She was a Hispanic woman who looked to be in her late 50’s- early 60’s. I can’t tell, because half of her hair is black and the other half is white. But yeah, she definitely looks like a typical spanish wife, which means she must have been hot enough to be a porn star when she was young! Nah, let me stop. “Um… I think you need something to wipe your nose with, ma’am.” “Um… ok…” she whispered. Instead of taking out a piece of tissue, she grabbed the man’s tie and blew into powerfully, stuffing it back inside his suit shortly after. My eyebrows pinched together in disgust. “Eww! Doesn’t she know what a handkerchief is?” The victim of that gruesome display looked visibly shaken, but he continued doing his job. “Um, so do you know any events that could have possibly led up to his recent demise? Or did he just straight out hate ponies?” “Oh no!” she exclaimed, “He was a very friendly man. He loved everything and everyone, as long as it didn’t attempt to hi-jack his car in any way. That doesn’t sound like AbigaÍl at all.” “Oh, really?” “Yes really…” she said confidently. My eyes fluttered as I perked my head up. This is getting intriguing. “So…” the anchorman drawled, “Have you noticed anything different?” “Not really, he just seemed more forgetful. He forgot to use the oven, microwave, and more but he don’t use it much anyway.” “He was in his 60’s, he should know how to use those applicants by now,” he replied, giving the woman a wary eye. He’s right, even a 90 year old man won’t forget how to cook, he just won’t be able to do it. The woman paused for a second. “You’re right, he hasn’t. Even if he didn’t, it seemed like he didn’t know what it was at all. I had to remind him about something atleast two or three times a day. This mostly been happening ever since he took this shot. “What shot?” The man asked. “It was the shot that was supposed helped prevent people turn into ponies. He didn’t turn into a pony, but he turned into a special ed victim! As for being an alien, he always told me people called him one, but I didn’t know he meant he was a real alien!” The anchorman cringed and held the mic away from the woman’s face. “Umm, Ma’am, maybe he was referring to being a foreigner?” “… I don’t know…” My right eye twitched. Wait wait, hold up. I thought the ‘shot’ was supposed to be a special blood test for ponies at first… so why am I hearing all this talk about people getting shots to prevent- oh shit it makes sense now. The hospital I was in with all those weirdos was my first clue! Let me think about it, that is one of the biggest hospitals in my borough of new york so of course the ‘alien’s would infiltrate that first. The mean lady wasn’t an alien because she didn’t allow me inside, she was just a prick. But, she wasn’t the enemy; it was the clown of a man. To think that the clown-of-a- man and the beautiful nurse was on my side, but I’ve been fooled once again. Once again, I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit. “So you’re saying ever since he got the shot… he’s been acting like this? And how long has it been since he was given the shot?” “Like four or five. But before that, he was a perfectly normal man…” The interview continued in the background as a picture of the man appeared on the screen. My eyes widened in astonishment. Holy shit, that looks exactly like the man, except he’s younger! There he goes! And he has a family as well? A complete family with kids? Ugh, damn… You see, I was hoping he was just a changeling that shape shifted into a random human, but it seems he was possessed after all! Not only that, but his whole body disappeared when he was killed! You know how terrible that sounds? Freeing somebody by killing them? That’s like double murder, and one of the murders is from an innocent life! I clicked the power button on my remote, cutting the television off.  Hold up, I gotta take a few minutes to assess my life. I was in the hospital not too long ago thinking everything was regular while there were motherfucking aliens surrounding me? If there’s a needle supposedly used to turn humans into coldblooded pony killers, than what effect could the one they were going to give me bring? So, the whole time I was being played as a fool, huh?   Yes you were. I guess so… I knew something smelt like a whale. A whale? Extra fishyyyyyy. I sighed and glanced at my phone. Well, I think I can help those cops one way… this is gonna be a busy weekend… ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… End of Day 4