Chapter one: Retirement.
Torn Scar was signing papers of his retirement of his work in the Rainbow Factory. He worked eight long years with them, but he couldn't pull the crank anymore. He got injured in a malfuntion and his right front leg was all messed up. His long black mane kept getting in his brown glassy eyes as he wrote. His black body was tense. He hasn't been out in the real world since... Well, eight years ago. He was so used to killing, he wondered if he would end up doing something to get him arrested. He shrugged it off, bugging himself about it doesn't help anyone. He finished writing the last paper and handed it over to the boss.
"Everything looks in check. I'm sorry to see you go Torn, you were a great employee."
Torn nodded. "I'm sorry I have to go aswell. But I can't work with my leg like this. I wish you the best of luck in getting a good replacement."
His boss, Jarminder, smiled. "I appreciate your concern... We have set you up with a good amount of bits so we don't let you go empty handed." He waved over to the large bag of bits on the desk.
"Thank you, boss." Torn picked it up and began to limp away.
"You be careful, alright?"
Torn nodded. "I will."
As Torn left the doors of the factory, he blinked in the light. He mused about where to go first... He decided to leave Cloudsdale, and see something new for once and a long while. He headed towards the edge of Cloudsdale.
"Hey, limpy, what's with the gruesome cutey mark? A bloody knife?" A random pony asked.
"Yeah. You want to see how I got it?" He asked, annoyed. He smiled evily as the other pony made an excuse then ran off. Torn opened his wings and flew off the cloud. He didn't know where any other place was, but he could see a road in the distance. He flew along the road, high in the air, the wind blowing through his wings and fur. When he could see the outline of a town in the distance he picked up his pace, flapping harder and pointed downwards slightly to get more of a steep angle, for greater speed. He saw a group of pegasi in the sky above the city. When he got close, they flew towards him. One, possibly the leader of the group, said.
"Who are you and what are you doing here, carrying around that weapon?"
He then realized a mistake he had made. His small knife was still strapped to his leg. "I am just looking for a place to stay."
"Hah! Bullshit. There is no need to carry a weapon around here, your just a bandit. Where did you get that gold? Stole it I bet!" The pegasi flew at him.
In panic, Torn pulled out his blade with the special grip on his hoof. He swung it at the first Pegasi, cutting his wing. It wasn't a bad cut, but blood squirted out of it, some getting on Torns face. The pegasus screamed in pain and started falling towards the ground. When the other two pegasi got to Torn, he spun around in a circle and managed to cut both of the sides open. Blood flowed, and he watched as the fell to the ground. He had to go hide till this blew over, FAST. He headed for a small house on the end of the forest.
(Shoutout to Grevin Hades for advising me to be more descriptive! I think it has made an improvement, keeping it in mind.)