Chapter 3, PT 2
Once again James sat through Trixie's road rage. All the while fuming himself as well from the humiliation burning in his chest. Being thrown around so easily, by that hotshot in the coat, was a massive blow to his pride. James stole a glance at the newcomer, seeing him sit so casually inside the rocking carriage. Arms folded and his eyes closed, made it look like he had fallen into a deep sleep. James scoffed at him before turning his attention back to the passing view of the city they tried in vain to escape.
'Next time he so much as looks at me, oh boy, I swear I'll rip out his stupid eyes!' James growled to himself.
'I take it that the eyes are first thing you notice in a person huh?'
Jame's face turned white as he looked back at Guy, seeing him still sitting quietly, but his eyes were fixed on the young man.
'Cute.' Guy smiled mischievously.
"What'd you say to me?!" James said, rising from his seat. Trixie, for the moment, grabbed his arm and pulled back down.
"What's wrong?" Trixie asked.
James shrugged her hand off before looking back at Guy. The other human went back into meditating, ignoiring James completely.
"You didn't hear that?" He asked Trixie.
Trixie shook her head.
"James, you're starting to worry me. You sure you're o.k?"
James paused before nodding. "Yeah, just a bit annoyed."
Trixie didn't look convinced but she didn't complain.
"You know, you can tell me anything. I mean you are helping me with trying to restore my life after all." She guided the carrage through
some more traffic before James responded.
"It's alright. I, I just don't trust that guy. Something about him, seems strange." James glanced back, making sure he kept his distance.
As if to make him and Trixie more comfortable; Guy had placed himself to the back of the Carriage. Letting the two chat behind his back.
"Well, he is using magic." Trixie said. "I thought only a handful of you humans were the only ones that were transfused with it."
"More like fifty, to be exact." James looked down at his hands. "Even they never lasted long." James winced a bit as an unwanted
memory began to play in his mind. Trixe sensed his unease, quickly, she placed a hand on his thigh and flashed him a smile.
"I'm sure everything will be fine." She said, slowing the carriage down a bit to look him in the eye.
James smiled back as they went back into the rythym of the traffic. James felt a natural heat rise in his face, before turning his head
back to the road. Trixie took the hint, and diverted back to driving.
"OH YOU MOTHER BUCKER!!" She screamed when the traffic slowly turned into a jam of mixed carriages in multiple lanes. "I HATE THIS CELESTIA DAMNED CITY!!"
Slowly but surely, they had passed by a well aged Cafe before Guy snapped out of his meditation. Trixie had just finished ranting on a cutting off S.O.B before Guy spoke right behind her.
"Try to get us close to the warehouse district." His voice deep with determination.
To his surprise, Trixie screamed louder at the disembodied voice. Guy looked at her quizzically, before she shakily turned the carriage towards his directions. Guy shrugged it off and went back to mediating. James all the while, kept his eyes on him. It was when they past by a grocer store, that he went down into the rocking vehicle. Guy sat at the edge of the small bed, starring at him.
"So." James said, awkwardly trying to start up a conversation. "Vigilante, Huh?"
"Vigilante. A being that has taken customary laws of the community into their own hands." Guy said with a banal tone.
"Hey, I'm just making small talk, not asking for a dictionary description."
"O.K, what do you want?" He asked.
James rubbed the back of his neck. "You know....spells huh?"
"Many, yes."
James coughed as the vehicle rocked back and forth.
"You....Uhhh....."
'If there is something you need, just say it already.' that voice echoed back inside Jame's head, making his eyes widened at Guy.
"Ok, How are you doing that?"
"Telepathy spell." Guy responded. "Not very good at it, but practice makes perfect."
"So." James took a wobbly step to him. "You've been reading my mind?"
"More like responding to your, subtle remarks. Got to know your allies I always say." Guy chuckled at James who became even more
frustrated at him.
"Lets get something straight here." James took another step at him. "You don't read my mind, EVER."
"It's NOT mind reading, not really. It's more of like a phone call, if you remember." Guy shrugged. "But I understand your privacy. I won't do it unless you say so." Guy folded his arms and lowered his head.
James shook his head.
"You are really starting to piss me off." James looked down at Guy. The vigilante slowly lifted his head up, eyes seething bright green.
"You are the one declining my offer for a well stayed place in a really nice town for, what was it?" Guy lifted his white gloved finger to his
chin. Trying comically to remember what James said. "For a favor." Guy's eyes looked behind James.
'Or for somepony?'
James was about to say something but Trixie's hand grabbed hold of his right arm. James was so caught up in his discussion that he never realized the stopping motion of the carriage.
"Hey, uh where exactly is your place Guy." Trixie asked, worry in her eyes as she held his arm.
Guy dropped to the ground.
"It should be close. Come, I'll give you the details." He passed James, but the look he gave him showed him that he was not a force to reckon with.
'Don't underestimate your opponents, or friends. But most importantly, yourself.'
Guy stepped up onto the passenger seat. "We are close MIss....umm"
"Lulamoon." She said.
Guy looked at her surprisingly. "Oh...A pleasure to make your acquaintance, ma'dame."
Trixie blushed as he lifted her hand up onto the driver's seat. "Why thank you. I didn't know I still had a reputation."
'Yeah, let's go with that.' Guy thought.
'Bullshit'
Shocked, Guy turned around and saw James giving him the finger while sporting a smirk.
As Guy lead them through the seemingly endless waves of runned down buildings, and unfinished structures, they had finally found the desired location. Rounding another corner, Guy gave them the screws of one of the small warehouses.
When they pulled up in front of the crumbling building the blue mare was skeptical, while James was his usual cynical self.
"This place looks like a bomb hit it."
Trixie's face scrunched up. "What is this bomb?"
James blanched. "Just forget I said anything."
Like a saving grace, Guy stepped out of the wagon, and signaled with his white fingers towards the door. Using the metal goo that formed around his hands, he began to shape and twist it until it formed a knob that fitted on the blank, metal door.
"Gotta love the bending of physics that magic can do for you." he said before slowly opening the bulletproof door. The screeching sound echoed throughout the establishment. It was mostly empty, followed with a a dessert of dust and a sea of webs. But on corner was rather, ungodly clean compared to the rest of the room. In the said corner, were a alchemist table, with potions and devises set up all around it. Next to that was a small stand with a violin case next to it, the seal being carved with a musicians symbol. A small fire pit in the center with a mattress and blanket a few feet away from it. Next to the bed, was a neatly, alphabetically stored bookshelf. Filled to the brim with mouthwatering adventures for the mind and soul. Each book had no particle of dust within a five foot radius.
"Over here." guy said as they made their way to the corner of the large warehouse.
James and Trixie walked up to a metal table, which Guy brought out with a telekinesis spell. Here he laid out a parchment with a layout of a building.
"Well, no time in wasting time. Lets get stared on bringing the bastard out." Guy said the last phrase with much vile.
'If you don't mind me asking." Trixie said, shifting a bit uncomfortably on her hooves. "What has Fleetfoot done to you that makes you so eager to....Kill him.." Trixie gulped.
"James folded his arms as Guy, paused his thinking. He looked down at the table for a moment, before raising his saddened face.
"Months ago. A friend of mine.....A dear friend of mine." Guy exhaled slowly. "Well, she was, performing with me after a show. And well.
The swine had liked her performance so much, that he tried to persuade her to his place." Guy's anger slowly started to build up. "His gang jumped us while we were putting our equipment away after she refused him. I did what I could to protect her....but..." He placed his arms on the table supporting himself. "They were too much for me.......She was badly hurt.....Hospitalized for a couple of months. I almost died trying to use my magical energy to keep her alive until the paramedics showed up." Guy hung his head, the horror returning to him on full blast. Trixie Was almost filling the warehouse with her tears as she chocked uncontrollably at the, grim tale. James put his right arms around Trixie who unleashed her tears on the pour man's shirt.
'I'm going to need to change, damn it. Only shirt too.' James looked at Guy who kept his gaze down at the parchment. His green eyes batting away stray tears from his face.
"If you two don't want any part in this." Guy sighed. "I understand. I'm not willing to hold you here as a hostage."
"NO!" Trixie yelled. Shocked by her own sudden burst, she wiped away a tear before starting again. "I mean, we'll help." she looked up at James, who slowly nodded.
"Yeah, I'm in."
Guy looked at them both, smiling a bit.
"I appreciate it. Thank you." He took in a deep breath before signalling with his neck for them to look at the parchment. "As you can see, drawing him out will be quite the task. He has guards stationed all over the area of the old abandoned construction site. I'd say it's too cliche, but I really do not care for his stupidity for putting his base of operations at an easily demolition spot." Guy looked at James, who's eyes widened at the thought of actual bombs.
"You mean.." James said, smiling a bit.
"Yep. Good old C4." he said.
"What about the area?" Trixie said, bringing rationalism back in the group. "We can't just blow up a building in a city."
"By building you mean failed construction site that has been abandoned for more then a decade due to funding and local gangs fighting over it for it to be the center of drug trades for of element DST. A drug that enhances magic, and overall makes the user seem like they are seeing and feeling hallucination." Guy took a deep breath before finishing his sentence. "Which makes the user become addicted and will not cease to stop until their brain fries. And by the so called innocent bystanders, there are none. All these ponies or people have subjugated themselves in become nothing more than scum of this world." Guy rubbed his scratchy chin thoughtfully.
"Almost as bad as earth in a way."
James stepped up to him. His eyes gaining a hint of red in them.
"What do you propose we do?"