//------------------------------// // Operation: Roof Fiddler // Story: The Legacy of Ouija Star Part I: The Silver Soul Family // by OuijaSilverstar //------------------------------// Chapter 4: Operation: Roof Fiddler After watching the door close behind Twilight, I turned to the ladder where I practically hopped up to the roof. I spaced the gap between my legs so the wind wouldn't throw me off the top of the train. Sticking to the plan, I made my hoof steps as loud as possible to distract the spooks. "Wha!? Who's that!?" One of them asked, their voices were all heard through the roof, thanks to my horn acting like a directional microphone. "An an annoying fly that needs to be swat," one pointed out, "FIRE!" Bolts of magic shot up through the roof, missing me by inches until one grazed the side of my leg. Crying out in pain, I rolled down into the gap of the two cars, immediately checking my burn. The lower side of my hind leg was burnt and bleeding, but a fixable wound. I had to think of something like healing, medicine, magic, until the tip of my horn shot out a green ball of magic that stopped the bleeding, but didn't close the wound. Guess Dia doesn't work on closing wounds; I'll have to work on that. I looked at the spook through the window and stuck my tongue out at him before leaping back up to the roof of the car. The wind that blew on my sensitive flesh burned slightly, but it wasn't enough to hinder my movement. Leaping over to the other car, I saw the service door fly off towards me, nearly missing my face. Three spooks jump up from the opening up onto the roof, lighting their horns with their magic. I fell on my stomach with all of my limbs sticking out in different directions, spinning myself on the smooth metal, tripping them over the edges. I jumped over to the next car where I felt the whole car shake. (What the hell?) I thought to myself. I saw flames both break and shoot out of all the windows, following the spooks in the car. I then heard Twilight scoff, "That's no way to touch a mare!" Jesus, tap dancing, Christ! Twilight's got a temper worse than mine! I leaped over one last car to where the opening was and looked down. (Nopony there,) I thought to myself, (This smells like a trap; better be careful.) I attempted to hang from the ledge, but a hoof slipped and I fell straight down onto a duffle bag, destroying the fabric. Seeing her stomp through the threshold, I flipped myself up off the luggage and walked right over to her. "Had a nice trip?" She quipped. "Yeah; I should take another one next fall," I joked. 'How’s the situation so far?’ Luna asks with an anxious tone in her voice. ‘We still got the mayor’s cabin, then the engine.’ ‘Are there any casualties?’ ‘Not that I know of.’ ‘Be careful; you only got half an hour before the train reaches the Canterlot station.’ ‘Sounds like this will be a close one.’ ‘Good luck, Liam.’ ‘Right.’ “Was that Luna communicating with you?” Twilight asked. “Yeah; how did you know?” “I know that spell, too.” “We got a half an hour before this train reaches the station. The train needs to come to a stop before then.” “I’m surprised; this plan is going better than I expected.” “We’re not out of the woods, yet.” I used my horn to open the door to the Mayor’s cabin, only to be greeted by a group of a dozen thugs and one unmasked unicorn. He wore a jacket like mine. Only difference, he wore sunglasses with slicked back black hair and a red guitar on his back. “We got guests, everypony,” he said, “They must be the ones who are cracking the skulls of my men. How else would they be when they waltz right into here and fit the description? Hell, it saves me the time to root you two out. Everything must be going Shaggy Solo’s way, today!” I didn’t notice that my wings were out and he noticed them. “Hey, wait a minute,” he said, “Your coltfriend’s an Alicorn!?” “Yeah, and?” Twilight asked. “Yeah, and that means he’s royalty. Buuut, if you’re royalty and you’re not in the Society, that means we have to put both of you down, let’s rock!” I let out a quick chuckle. “If you think that I’m going to hold back, you’re sadly mistaken; I’m going to beat all of you so hard, your spine will shoot out of your ass when you sneeze.” (What is WRONG with me!?) Twilight ran to the left of the cabin, while I ran to the right. Dodging green bolts of death, I ran up the side of the wall and kicked off the top. I focused on time again and slashed a couple of spooks while in the air maneuvering around bolts. Twilight was shielding herself from the spook’s magic and reflecting back at them, striking a few. I landed in the middle of the group on my hind legs, using my forelegs to parry their horns and land a hoof in their muzzles. Blood and teeth flew as I carefully took down one at a time with Twilight keeping other spooks occupied. One by one, each of them fell. Either through exhaustion or injury, they grew scared of me. I could feel it by the way they’re attacking me. They’re lucky that I didn’t decide to use my horn blade of them or their entrails will decorate the walls of the cabin. I grabbed a hold of the last one and used my own head to beat his face in. I stopped when I saw blood seething through the mask and dripping onto the floor. I let go of the unconscious spook and focused on Shaggy Solo. I cracked a crazy smile and slightly tilted my head and the unicorn, whom was in a cold sweat. “How art thou?” I asked him in old English, “Thou globby bottle of stinking chip-oil, you eunuch jelly thou?” He looked at me funny and I casually walked closer to him as he stepped back from me. “You’re going to tell me who’s this Herureiza pony is, or I’ll take that guitar and whack you in the yarbles, if you have any.” He didn’t say anything as he swung his guitar at me. I overpowered him and swung his own guitar at his face, breaking his guitar in half and shattering his glasses. He fell onto the floor and I used my horn to pick him off the floor. “Now,” I continued, “I’ll ask you this question again: Who is Herureiza?” He looked at me with his one non-swollen eye and spat blood on my face. I half-cocked a smile as I slammed his face in the wall, leaving an imprint. “I’m sorry, can you speak up? I can’t hear that well.” “H-he’s our boss.” “Where is he?” “In your mother.” I nodded at his obvious insult and slammed his head right into the imprint, making a much larger dent. “Where is he, you greasy soomka?” “On top of the engine…” “What is this I hear about a Unicorn Supremacy and gathering souls? Care to explain? Or am I going to use your gulliver to pound in the rivets?” He threw down a smoke bomb that clouded both mine and Twilight’s vision. When the smoke cleared, Shaggy Solo was gone and a door wide open instantly giving himself away. “Hey! You didn’t answer my question! Get your ass back here!” I dashed through the door with a quiet Twilight following suit.