=Fracture 6=

>Every day had the chance to be a good or a bad day with Schizophrenia.
>On good days, you might only hear a little bit of the others, either due to distraction or them just not being active.
>On bad days, they'd be like needles in your brain by disagreeing with each other.
>Today was one such day.
>And on the worst topic.
>:Spelling it with a U is stupid!:
>+Spelling it with a U is correct!+
>:Color!:
>+Colour!+
>It had been like this ever since you left Appleoosa.
>Having to listen to those two argue while clinging to the side of a train for a few hundred miles was your new definition of hell.
>It wasn't all bad though, it gave you and Red something to agree on.
>Yes, you named your split personalities.
>Not the most healthy of things to do, but you weren't the picture of mental health these days.
>:Next you'll be spelling armor with a U!:
>+It's the correct way of-+
>IF THE BOTH OF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I SWEAR I'LL THROW US OFF A ROOF.
>Green and Blue both quiet down and recede to their corners of your mind, leaving Red and you in the forefront.
>When it rains...
>You spot a pair of patrolling guards from the corner of your eye and duck into an alley to avoid them.
>*Wait until they pass, then slit their necks.*
>We're trying to get in and out of the city quietly.
>*The ensuing panic would allow us to slip in and out.*
>No.
>Red growls in your head, he had always favored more direct methods.
>You turn and head out the alley on the other side, making a beeline for the familiar garage off the main road.

>You peer inside the garage and spy two heavy cream colored stallions with peppermint manes looking into a giant car.
>They, like you, were arguing with one another.
>"Flim, I told you to tighten the induction line!"
>"I did that! It's just that your ridiculous idea of a "super fuel" rattles the line to pieces every time!" 
>"It gets us three times as far for the same amount of fuel!"
>"And it almost kills us by making the car explode!"
>You knock your fist against the frame of the door twice. [spoiler][/spoiler] "Nice to see you two are getting along."
>The Flim Flam Brothers turn their heads so fast towards the sound of your voice you can hear the wind break.
>Once they catch sight of you, the color seems to drain from their faces simultaneously, an embarrassed shade of red coming through.
>You roll your eyes, are these two prats STILL hung up on that?
>The brothers glance at each other and compose themselves. "What are you doing here, Anon?" Flim asks.
>You stroll into the garage up to the boys, your weapons hidden under your sun poncho.
"Came to pick up that special item I talked about in my letter."
>Flim and Flam served as your engineers, something that this job needed.
>Flam sighs heavily. "Two days to prepare a bag of bombs is not exactly a lot, Anon."
>"Not to mention that we're not too keen on getting involved with...whatever you have planned!" Flim says.
"Do I have to get you both drunk again?"
>The brother's mouths snap shut and they hang their heads a bit.
"No, really, it was fine. Hell, it was fun! I couldn't pick out who was who the entire night."
>Flim and Flam's eyes dart between you and each other.
"Hey, at least you both learned a bit about yourselves, and it's not like you did anything THAT terrib-"
>The sound of the front door opening cuts your story short.

>Flim and Flam both look confused. "We're closed...there shouldn't be any customers."
>The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
"Stay here..."
>You inch your way to the door where the sound came from.
>You peek through and spot a white stallion in dark grey armor examining the room.
>"Flim Flam brothers! You are under suspicion of harboring a fugitive from the law! Show yourselves and this will go smoothly!"
>:Damn:
>You glance back at the two of them, they were either pacing around the room or had their hoof on their head panicking.
>*Must have tailed us*
>You unhook a hatchet from your belt and inch closer to the doorway.
>Once the stallion turns his back to the door, you strike.
>You grab his snout and bury the hatchet into the front of his neck before he can react.
>At the same time, you lift him by his head and throw him to the floor behind the counter.
>You cover his mouth as the blood seeps from his neck and his eyes go dark.

>Flim and Flam are quick to run in and examine the noise, their faces contorting into both shock and horror at the sight of the dead guard.
>"Anon, what did you do!?" Flim shouts. While Flam just mumbles out "This is bad" over and over.
>You get up from the ground and move to the window while Flim takes your place at the corpse.
>"You bucking idiot! You just killed the guard!"
"I killed -a- guard."
>Flim is still angry. "What?" he shouts.
"There are more outside."
>At least twenty guards were taking up positions outside the garage, a sergeant barking orders to them.
>This complicates things.
>+We need to initiate a tactical withdrawal+
>*Go out there and do the same as you did to this schmuck*
>The guards start spreading out around the garage.
>+Not viable, they have numbers and armor+
>Anything?
>+We need to escape, fast+
>You glance back to the panicking brothers.
>Fast...


-Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=-dPaFKG6ECg#t=175s-
>The engine revs to life as Flam finishes gassing it up and hops on.
>"Are you sure about this, Anon?" he shouts.
"No."
>You put the pedal to the floor on the Cider Squeezy and smash through the wooden doors of the garage.
>Most of the guards jump back and out of the way from the screaming Cider-mobile now barreling down the road.
>Most. Good thing this had a plow.
>Flim and Flam hang on for dear life behind and next to you as you steer this metal monstrosity.
>Ponies in the street follow the guards examples and dive out of the way.
>In the mirror, you see several pegusi rapidly closing in on you.
>Dammit!
>:Take em out!:
>+We're moving too fast, the wind will carry the throwing knives away.+
>:Shake 'em!:
>You veer to a street on the left and careen straight into the open air market.
>The mayhem intensifies as wood is splintered and thrown into the air.
>To your chagrin, the guards still follow through your path of destruction.
"Dammit! Don't these guys take hints?"
>You steer back onto the main road and gun it towards the bridge out of town.
>Your hand dives into the satchel bag and pull out a belt of explosives.
>:Good ol' FF Btothers! Always making spares!:
>You prime the detonator and set the timer for five seconds as you near the bridge. 
>The pegusi behind you are still gaining on your, mere feet from the car now.
>Once you pass over the middle of the bridge, you throw the bomb over the side and press the pedal so hard it might as well pass through the floor.
>You hold Flim and Flam down with one hand as you count down in your head.
"HANG ON!"
>The bomb explodes, sending the car holding the three of you tumbling into the air.

>Your head is ringing.
>Dammit...
>Sound off!
>:HAHA! YEAH!:
>*THAT'LL SHOW 'EM!*
>:DAMN STRAIGHT!:
>You swear you feel your personalities high five.
>+Where are we?+
>You look around the scene.
>Before you rested the remains of the Super Cider Squeezy 6000 after it had been thrown through the air. Flim and Flam were a few feet from you rubbing their heads. The bombs were still in their bag around your wrist.
>Behind you was what was once a bridge, now just a ruin with a mushroom cloud going up from the center.
>Pegusi were flying through the air over the cloud, already on rescue and recovery duty no doubt.
>*That ought to distract them*
>You climb to your feet and grab the bag at your feet.
"You two should leave, they'll be searching for you after they're done."
>You start walking and drop a large bag of bits at their feet.
>Flim is the first to regain himself. "Anon, you dolt! You've ruined us!"
>Flam just sits in the dirt. "The car...the garage..."
"Complications arose, be glad you're escaping."
>Flim and Flam become rapidly shrinking sounds in the distance.
>"And what do we do NOW, Anon!?"
>You stop and glance back at them.
"Get away. Head as far away from here as you can and hope they don't notice you."
>"WHERE!?" he all but cries.
>You start walking towards your job.
"Somewhere, anywhere, I don't care."