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// CHAPTER 19 (AKA: Craindre la revolucion) 
// Story: A thing or two about changelings and their habits saga 
// by Young discord 
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Pacifica grabbed a pear from the stand, she ripped it open and kissed the succulent pulp… the pear began to bleed.
“Pacifica, wake up!”
Pacifica was brought back to the land of the conscious.
Shelley grabbed Pacifica out of the bed, she was running from corner to corner as if she were busy, there was a lot of noise coming out from the streets outside.
Shelley came back to Pacifica, she came dangerously close to her face, both hooves lightly squashing each of Pacifica’s cheeks.
“Listen carefully Pacifica, some things happened, I’m sorry but you and Monty can’t stay here, you’ll have to go back to your dad, tell him I’m sorry but there’s no other choice”
This was ridiculous.
Pacifica was sick of all this travelling, first Ponyville, then she had to go to her relatives in the big city and now straight back to Ponyville? This is insane! If this were some sort of book or story Pacifica could bet that the readers would most likely be livid at this point.
But this wasn’t a story, this was reality.
“…”
The unrecognisable racket from the streets mixed in with the rattling of the window pane woke up Montgomery who was looking puzzled.
“uuuhhhh...” grumbled a clearly still mostly unconscious Monty
Shelley tensed up and looked at her son
“Oh, its nothing dear! Some ponies are just having a party that’s all!”
Shelley turned her back towards Monty and silently hissed at Pacifica
“If you tell him anything on our way, I swear…”
Shelley changed poles and was in her cheerful self again
“Monty Dear, Pacifica, you wait here and pack up, all right?”
Monty was now awake enough to muster a verbal response
“Pack? But mum its-“
“JUST DO IT!” whipped out Shelley
“Mommy will be back in a moment dear and when I am, I want the two of you to be packed and ready for… for an adventure, all right?”
Monty knew that when adults tell you to do something, you do it, no questions asked.
“Yes, mum…”
Montgomery reluctantly and slowly took out his backpack from under his bed and got packing. Pacifica didn’t have much to do considering she didn’t even bring anything with her to begin with
Shelley left the two to themselves, and closed the door.
As Monty was busy packing, Pacifica dared to look outside the window onto the city streets.
It was pure mayhem, lots of noise and at least twice as much violence as during the Ponyville incident, there seemed to be a demonstration of sorts… a demonstration of changelings, hundreds of them were marching in unison forming a one large swarm on the road, and they weren't even hiding, there they were, as black as the night.
One of the pony citizens on the road ran up and from a distance and quickly threw what seemed to be a brick at the black marching wall but the brick was pulverized by a green flash of changeling magic and almost simultaneously the pony who threw the brick was overtaken by a barrage of green bursts of magic thrown at him.
Seconds later the bloody mass of the pony was thrown at the ground, the pony was trying to move away from the black blob but he was grabbed by the tentacle of hooves into the group as his insanity and emotions were instantly ripped to shreds in the group, within the same second his body followed the fate of his sanity and every limb was floating on top of the changeling masses in a separate direction.
Pacifica had never seen anything like this, this was worse than anypony could ever imagine, a very personal kind of inferno created by this world’s sick mind.
It had finally happened, a revolution was well underway.
A few loud thumps distinguished themselves from the slaggy noise from the streets.
It came from downstairs.
Pacifica’s head flipped towards the closed door.
Moments later another smash could be hard, further away, Pacifica’s attention was now turned towards what was below the window, specifically, the leftover splinters of this home’s doors splattering on the cobbled street, and a dark arrow darting towards the long past team of changeling rebels.
Pacifica knew that the owner of the figure was Percy.
“What was that noise?”
Pacifica had a suspicion of what might have happened but she was hoping that she was wrong.
She went up to the door and opened it.
“Wait, didn’t you hear my mum? She said to stay here”
“…”
“No, don’t go! Didn’t you see how mad she was? She’ll ground us if you go!”
Pacifica didn’t know what to say, but she knew that whatever was down there, was not something that Montgomery should see or know about anytime soon.
“I’m going downstairs to check, you stay here and don’t move”
“But-“
“DON’T. MOVE”
The cousin just nodded gently and stood in place like the good colt that he was.
Pacifica came into the corridor and closed the door after herself.
The noise from outside was considerably quieter now though an occasional group of rogue changelings could be heard clopping or soaring away.
She could smell it
The smell of fear
Her fear.
The shaking little changeling began to inch herself through the thick jelly air soaked with her own fear, she had never done anything like this and she didn’t know what’s worse, the fact that she doesn’t know what’s going to happen in the next minute and 26 seconds or the fact that way back in her head there was something giving her ideas and suggestions about what to expect.
One step at a time Pacifica lowered herself enough to be able to peek through the handlebars of the stairs down on the kitchen.
What was once white and sky blue tiles was now in red polka-dots, and that smell, that very faint smell of metal… it was sickening, Pacifica always heard about stories when some ponies were badly injured and about all the blood but what they never tell you is that you can smell the blood.
Something was going back up into Pacifica’s mouth, something that should stay down below.
Pacifica bobbed her head through the stair wooden spokes just in time to have her puke drip down the wallpapered stair wall… well at least now it didn’t look so bad.
Pacifica coughed a few times, the sting of the puke etching itself into her throat.
She knew that eventually she had to go and scout the rest of the house.
Pacifica started with the living room.
Nothing out of the ordinary, sickeningly sweet as always.
Now all that was left was the kitchen or the corridor.
At the end of the corridor, the door was no more, just a square gash of what once protected this family from outsiders.
The kitchen
The dishes were neatly put away in the cupboards, the sink, clean as usual, the tiles a bit dirty and Shelley, lying on her back on the table, relaxed and looking out the window, probably wandering what’s going on outside.
What a silly pony Shelley was, everypony knew it was bad manners to just sit or lie on the table.
“That’s it” thought Pacifica
“I’m in trouble now, let’s just hope she doesn’t see me and I’ll go back quietly and wait in the room”
Shelley’s eyes turned towards Pacifica
But Shelley didn’t get up from the table… she couldn’t for you see, her hip and legs were far too far away from the table and the rest of her body, her intestines showing like a carnal carbonara, swinging at the table edge facing the corridor.
Of course Pacifica saw all that but her brain could only handle so much at a time.
The little changeling ran back upstairs, got back into their room and slammed the door.
“So?”
Pacifica still scared from the possibility of her aunt coming upstairs and grounding them, looked in surprise at Monty
“What was it?”
“We have to go”
“Why?”
Pacifica didn’t reply, she didn’t want to, not now, not ever, instead she just threw the ready luggage on a startled Monty and said
“Don’t look back”	
“Bu-“
“DON’T. LOOK. BACK.”
Pacifica grabbed Monty and slammed open the door
“Wait, don’t slam the doo-“
But Pacifica wasn’t listening, she wasn’t even thinking anymore, there was just one word in her head, not even an idea or thought, just a word.
RUN
Monty was getting clearly irritated by all this, nopony was taking him seriously, its always been like this, and this time he wasn’t going to have it.
“Stop!”
Monty was trying to feverishly writhe out of Pacifica’s grasp
With hard earned steps the pair managed to reach the bottom of the stairs
Monty looked at where the door once was and he loosened up a little
“Is that…”
This gave Pacifica the opportunity to drag him into the doorway.
Nearly there
“STOP!”
Monty jerked his hoof away from Pacifica who a moment later just realized she wasn’t holding onto anything and turned around to a resolute Monty not moving an inch further
“WHAT’S GOING ON!”
Pacifica had no idea what to say apart from
“We go, now”
“No! if you’re not going to tell me right now, I’ll call my mum!”
“We go… now”
It all happened in bullet time, Monty started to turn his head towards the one place he was forbidden to look at, not now, not ever.
Pacifica didn’t have time to think, she just acted, she grabbed Monty’s face and jerked it towards her lips.
They kissed.