Chapter 11: Exiting
The thought of the cyan thing sticking from the bottom of the bush bugged him. Could it be related to the two ponies he saw galloping down the road the night before? It didn't matter. Mitch didn't need to figure it out, he'd forget everything anyway. He sighed. Forgetting everything, Fluttershy and her cottage, Rainbow Dash and that amazing Sonic Rainboom, Twilight and the library... Mitch came up to the edge of the incline and looked down the hill. Mike and Twilight were arguing about something. As soon as they saw Mitch was watching them, Mike simply walked to the fuselage of the plane with all the metal debris around it, and sat down. Mitch slid down the side of the hill to the fuselage. Nopony had come except for Twilight, and they all said they'd come, except Fluttershy.
"Come on, guys. There's gotta be a reason why you two are mad at each other," said Mitch. He turned to Twilight. "Just tell me, you'll never see me again, anyway."
"I think it's a good thing," said Mike.
"Indeed it is!" Twilight said, glaring at Mike, who returned a scowl. Mitch sat down away from the plane.
"Um, Mitch, you need to be close to the plane if you want this to work," Twilight told him.
"Not until you tell me what's going on." Mitch said, and made himself comfortable where he was. Mike got up and walked up the rudder, which was propped up on the fuselage, making a convenient stairway. Mike started staring at something at the top of the hill with a curious look. Mitch turned around to see. Up at the top of the hill, was a pony, which looked exactly like the one Mitch saw the other night.
"HELP!" It yelled. Its voice was exactly that of Rainbow Dash's, but more scared. More desperate. Mitch backed up to the fuselage.
"Alright, you win! Get us out of here!" He said to Twilight. He took the rudder up on to the fuselage, and stood next to Mike. Twilight's horn began to glow, and the plane was covered in a purple aura. Now that Mitch was below this cyan pony, he noticed things about her. She was in fact a Pegasus, but her wings weren't there. In their place was two stubs. She had gotten her wings cut off. Her cutie mark wasn't a big red blob, it was missing from the skin. It had been removed as well. and as for the scratches on its belly, it was in a very approximate "I" shape, but was incomplete. If it was complete, her skin would be open, and vital organs hanging out. Mitch gagged at the thought. He even took a moment to realize something about this pony he didn't see before. She was dragging copper wires attached to metal spikes driven into her forehooves behind her.
She looked behind her, and was suddenly tackled by a pink pony. Exactly the one Mitch saw chasing the other last night. They both tumbled down the hill until they hit a dead tree that had fallen over. The cyan one grabbed a rock and started hitting the pink one with it. First hit, she was unconscious. A few more hits, and her nose started to bleed, seemingly, no, obviously broken. The cyan pony wasn't stopping. She kept hitting and hitting the pink one. The skin on her forehead peeled away, revealing a fractured skull. Mitch gagged at the sight. He tried to run and stop the cyan pony, but Mike held his arm. Mitch looked back at him.
"What are you doing?!" Mitch yelled at him.
"Would you rather save a non existent creature, or go home?" He asked, gesturing to Twilight. Mitch looked down and nodded. He looked up again to the two ponies. The cyan one was on its side, its chest rising and lowering quickly, like it was sobbing. The pink one lay motionless, the rock through its skull, and obviously penetrating her brain. Mitch gagged again, this time vomiting on the fuselage. The purple aura on the plane suddenly grew brighter and brighter until the plane was consumed by nothing but pure light, and then it was gone. The plane, the pilots, the cargo, gone. As well as the pure light.
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"Mike! The throttle! If the engines are at different speeds, the plane will bank!" Mitch said urgently.
"Not an option, throttle's locked, too."
"Well, then what?"
"Try the auto pilot again-" the radio suddenly came to life.
"Unknown aircraft, please identify." It said.
"FEDEX 343," Mike said. Mitch flicked the auto pilot button. The plane banked to the right. They both looked at the coursing machine, which was pointing to Coleman A. Young International. The plane continued to turn until the coursing machine was straight.
"FEDEX Flight 343? The plane that went missing four days ago?" Mitch and Mike looked at each other, confused.
"Detroit tower, is runway One-Five still clear?" Asked Mike.
"Affirmative, 343, you're clear for landing on runway One-Five. Fire crews at the ready."
"Fire crews are unnecessary, we lost control for a moment, but there's no fires or explosions."
"Uh, copy that."
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END
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A/N: I'm sorry I referenced Cupcakes so much. I can't get it out of my head. I told somepony in the comments I'd tone it down, and I can honestly say, I've tried to, but I can't. I'm an addict. Sorry about the gory scene near the end, and I'm also sorry I never lengthened the chapters.