Title:           I never really liked traveling. Sure, I liked adventures, which usually enta
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 15th of September 2014 07:16:12 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 15th of September 2014 07:16:12 PM CDT

 
 
I never really liked traveling. Sure, I liked adventures, which usually entails traveling, but it's not 'Traveling' traveling, it's like going from one place to another just to experience everything in between. That's all I thought of our adventures, anyways. Dunno about the others, though.
 
This doesn't matter in the slightest. I don't think anything matters in the slightest when you're sitting in the back of a police carriage being taken to a juvenile jail.
 
"You didn't do it, did you?" one of the 3 crew members of the carriage asked me in a smug manner. He was the one that 'drives' the other two ponies, who were flying the damned thing. He was leaning back and looking at me with the most infuriating little grin I'd ever seen.
 
I just looked at him with what I thought were angry eyes. Why should I explain anything to him? Not like he has any possibility to understand whatsoever.
 
"Hmph," he said upon turning to look forward again. One of the flying ponies faltered, causing the whole carriage to slide to the left a little, "I saw your report.  Attempted murder. That's the worst of any juvi record in this whole county, I'll betcha." he said, turning his head slightly, just enough to show a little of his stupid smug upraised eyebrow, which infuriated me to no end.
 
It took a lot of control to calm my nerves enough to reply without insults, "What do you want from me? I already confessed." Not gonna let this fool get to me. Thankfully, he ignored me, instead choosing to talk to his main driver on the left.
 
I looked out of the small window on my right. In the distance was 'The Glorious City of Manehattan', as those deadbeats we call lawyers make it out to be. More like the city-of-people-who-don't-care than anything else. We weren't that far from the station, and already I was getting harrassed. First day of the rest of my life, I assumed.
 
It was worth it, though; to save the life of a friend.
 
He'd turned back over his shoulder again, looking at me through the bars that separated the front and back seat of the carriage, "I'm just trying to see what you really did, sugar. You'd never believe half the things the people 'sit back there say. 'Oh, I didn't do it! Please don't take me to jail!' they'd say to me, like what just happened in the court room ain't happened! Like I could actually just turn around and go back and say 'Nope. Sorry sirs and mams, we got the wrong guy here.' Fools, that's alls I gotta say." He turned back around.
 
I noticed that we were slowing down, and the guy on the left, whom I assumed was the main flyer, was starting to beat his wings noticeably less than his fellow on the right. The driver turn around again and looked at me, "And another thing-"
 
That was all he said before the carriage violently lurched down and left, slamming me flying against the wall and causing extreme pain in my left wing, making me yelp.
 
I looked back up again, suddenly filled with energy from adrenaline. I put my tied front hooves up against the wall and pushed myself to the right side of the carriage. In the time I was doing this, the driver was screaming and throwing curses at the two flyers, but I don't even think either of them heard him. I saw that the flyer on the left was not flapping his wings anymore. In fact, he wasn't doing anything; just lying there like a limp doll in the wind as his buddy flapped his wings like crazy trying to veer the carriage to the right, but failing. We were spiraling downwards at a speed that scared the living crap out of me.
 
The second flyer disengaged his harness and flew away. "Oh," I said out loud.
 
Shit.