Noteworthy

by RealityPublishing

Through the dark detours of Vanhoover, it takes one to uncover the conspiracies of a Fillydelphia mystery. With ponies disappearing at the blink of an eye, deadly secrets are what lie ahead. RealityPublishing presents, "Noteworthy", a fiction bringing to life the hidden conspiracies of Vanhoover and Fillydelphia.

1. Noteworthy - Prologue

808 A.S.D.; Vanhoover, Equestria

*Khuf, khuf*

The light foggy weather rained down upon the back-road detours; my hooves feathered the ground as I sped. The colt whom I chased was somepony I thought I knew, a traitor whose business was very much of my interest. He was a colorless pony, as well as many of the others he worked with. He wore a light gray, low-hanging satchel to match his coat; it hung very close to the ground as he galloped. The stallion, three times bigger than I was, looked back in fright; he knew very well what I was after. He called out, his voice quivering in the wind,

"What d'ya want from me?" His legs shivered as he ran; his tail waving like the white flags of surrender, "I didn't do nothin'! I swears it!"

With those final words, he fell forward to be a fallen victim to the inconvenience of a well-placed puddle. He spun around, hastily crawling against his back; I smiled, slowing my pace to a gentle walk,

"You know what I want?" I chuckled. The stallion panicked, shuffling away from me as quickly as possible; I stepped on his left-hind hoof,

"Yes, I think you do."

He placed his meaty hooves over his eyes, "Please. You've gotta let me go! You don't know what these guys are gonna do to me!"

I laughed, ripping the mud-covered bag from him,

"Heh. What do I care? You're the one who crossed the line," I grinned, leaning in close to fully enjoy his frightened expression, "You'll just have to come up with a lie. You're good at that."

I slung the parcel around my neck and began to walk away; the colt grabbed my pearl-white tailcoat, begging once more,

"Please, you've gotta gimme that!"

I smirked, pushing filth away from me,

"You just don't understand what you've gotten yourself into, Darren," I opened the bag, pulling out whatever few papers were nestled inside, tossing the satchel toward him afterward and tucking the documents in my right coat pocket,

"It's a changing world and you've stepped off on the wrong hoof," I sneered, leaving him behind in the tar-filled puddles of the big city.

"Welcome to Vanhoover"