Misfits Chapter One
The woods were no place for a mare; those woods served as the dark, desolate, den of divergently, dangerous demons and devilish, destructive evil-doers. Most of the creatures either had not been discovered, or simply were never named by those who had found them as they were running away in fear before having a chance to even observe them properly. The only ponies who had come here had been wise enough to survive in a place like this, or were cast out into it with their say in they're predicament lost in the mobs' fury at their sick crimes. These were the least inviting woods any mare would even think about going to, but for one mare they had proven welcoming in comparison to the laughing and taunting she had seen elsewhere. No pony would have guessed a mare with the name "Great and Powerful Trixie" would swallow what was left of her pride and live here all by her lonesome self, that is had they not seen the terrible misfortune that had fallen upon her.
The truth was that this mare was not as gifted as she had let on. In fact, considering how little success she was making, and the horrid place she had come to call home, she wasn't gifted at all. All but a few years ago she would never had admitted her magical inability, but that was before she went to ponyville. Her suffering began there when she had bragged about defeating the terrifying Ursa Major, but upon confronting the likes of the monster, which even turned out to be no more then a baby, the few spells that she had learned in her short time in Canterlot Magic High proved to be absolutely no match for the creature's strength. She was shown up by a mare named Twilight Sparkle, a lavender coated student of the princess, who proceeded to do far more then Trixie had ever thought an average mare could do at such a young age. After that she was forced to leave the town in shame.
After that day life never really got any better. The news of a powerful mare such as Twilight defeating a beast and saving an entire town spread like wildfire, and with that news came the stories if a foalish high school drop out thinking she could handle that type of challenge, and by extent had almost doomed an entire town of innocent ponies. With such news as that out in the world it was needless to say her performances never exactly sold out after that. In one case where she had actually sold a few tickets in Fillydelphia those few who showed up only did so to laugh at her; one colt even lobbed a tomato at her. When she tried going back to her roots and doing a performance in Canterlot a group of stallions met her on the main road in and told her that she had no business here, and that they didn't want her to attract more monsters to the city, being the "useless pile of bait she was" to quote one of them directly. This just about destroyed her. Her own home town was rejecting her now. No pony noticed the bawling mare as she pulled her heavy load back down the cobblestone path away from her very last hope. Well that is until she unearthed a new hope in a newspaper she had " borrowed" from some pony in the last town she had gone to.
She had been flipping through the pages in an attempt to distract herself when she noticed something odd. She noticed an article that spoke of the continuation of a story from a week ago, and it was headlined " Info on the Alicorn Thief." Apparently she had not been paying any attention to the news, because the thief had stricken a week prior. The story said that the thief had stolen an ancient relic from the Canterlot Palace, and it was a bit more important then a gem or some other valuable. It was known as the Alicorn Amulet, a relic created by the first alicorn princess. She had used her own soul to form a gem that contained all her power and gave it to her brother to slay some monster trying to take over Equestria long ago. The amulet gave the wearer all the power of an actual alicorn. However she was more surprised by the physical description of the thief. He wore small round glasses, had grey fur, a long bluish ponytail in his mane, but most importantly he had piercing yellow eyes, the likes of which were described as to be able to cut through lesser willed ponies' souls. this all was ringing bells in Trixie's head; she knew this pony.
It took only one look at her diminishing pantry to convince her to do what she was thinking. She was going to get that amulet. She waited for night to obscure the land. With rain pouring down this mare went about her plan. She paid the stallion a visit intending on stealing the artifact while he sleep. Unfortunately that plan was ruined by the stallion being the type who never fell into particuraly deep sleep, so she would have to pay the cheapskate for it. Lucky for Trixie, the stallion didn't think to check if the bits she had used as payment were real. Granted, a few of them were real to make the sound of coins clinking together, and the rest were also real in their own way; genuine cocoa coins made to look like bits. She sold them, or at least used to sell them, as a snack at her performances. She wasn't so sad to see them go, however, as what she was after was much sweeter then chocolates. She would soon have revenge.
In her ordeal of overextending the power of the amulet, the next few days want by in almost no time at all. She remembered besting Twilight and booting her out of the town, countless servants cowering before her commands, something about apples on her face, and only a brief understanding of how Twilight and her friends had outsmarted her. After that her memory began to work again and she regained her wits. She was bested yet again, but she refused to be considered a monster or a failure again. She was still trying to figure out a plan to save face when she noticed Twilight and her friends running off somewhere. Apparently there was a meeting of delegates from Saddle Arabia who had come to see some kind of show to make them feel at home in Ponyville, and Twilight was putting on a performance by levertating animals. The idea struck Trixie with the strength of lightning. She acted quickly, using one of the only spells she was good at to form fireworks using the dirt beneath her and colours from the plants around her. During what she thought was Twilight's grand finale, she shot the rockets into the air, creating a beautiful shimmering image in the sky that would fall in a shower of colours and fade dramatically. After this she offered her apologies to Twilight; Trixie couldn't be angry at her anymore and only hoped to leave with some dignity. Twilight was an intellectual and a forgiving person,so she accepted the apology. With this Trixie wanted to leave in her, as she always hoped it would be, dramatic puff of smoke.
She was tired as she ran back to her cart. The day had been long and she had exerted herself quite a bit. She decided that a good night's sleep would help her overcome this bump in the road and move on. She had a general plan of action for the week or so to come. She would first have to, soul wrenching as it was to do so, ask some pony for money to get her home to Canterlot. Once she was there she would find her parents, and, even more soul wrenchingly, beg them to take her in again. She would promise that she would finish school if they did, and move on from this whole fiasco, get a real job and move out as soon as she could. She didn't mind giving up show business; the line of work had been nothing but cruel to her. She just wanted to be happy again. Unfortunately for her these dreams were a bit farther away then she thought they would be; she had angered some ponies beyond the point of forgiveness.
Trixie was coming up to the edge of the Everfree Forest, just about a mile from where that one yellow mare lived, to retrieve her cart and get some sleep for the night, when she realised that the area smelled slightly like paint. It was only when she had gotten within viewing distance of her cart that the smell became justified. Her cart, the only thing that had housed her for quite some time now, was being vandalized. There were three punk colts all dressed in black hoodies gathered around it, all of them earth ponies, one smashing the wheels with a lead pipe while the other two sprayed the words "monster" " tyrant" and a few more obscene words all over it in bright yellow spray paint. There were already several holes in the walls, every window shattered and what appeared to be torn up books all over the ground. Her one and only safe haven, the place she had called home for her entire self made life in showbusiness, her shelter from the sky's hateful downpour of water and ice, was being destroyed before her very eyes. This event would be one the few things that Trixie would ever find something that could snap her eyes open so quickly, and make her run so qu
She stormed them from behind in blind fury, blasting one in the back of the head as she ran into another one of them, hoping to tackle him to the ground. Her hope dried up faster then a puddle boiling in the summer's heat when she realised she had not only failed to even make the blue colt she attacked even stumble more then a foot, and the one she shot, the green one with the pipe, was only somewhat stunned by the shot that was supposed to knock him out cold. She had run into a fight she had absolutely no chance of winning.
She suddenly felt all her oxygen leave her lungs, as the scrawny yellow colt kicked her away from his delinquent friend. She was on the ground coughing when she her some pony scream "its her!" before one had pulled her up by her hair. It was the colt with the pipe that had her by her light blue mane and tail. He might have lost the pipe when she shot him but that didn't stop him from hurting her, as he seemed content enough with his own whoves to slap her acrossed the face knocking her into the waiting arms of the blue one. He grabbed her around the waist and chest when she tried to wiggle away from him; needless to say he wasn't about to let her go.
"Well well well, look who crashed her own house party guys," said the yellow one "Little miss 'great and powerful' herself."
"Let Trixie go you freaks!"
"Oh well what happened to formalities? What, not feeling so great and powerful now are you?" He punctuated that sentence with slap a crossed her face. All Trixie could only keep her self from shedding tears at that.
"Give me and my companions one good reason," said the yellow one, which she could only guess was the leader, "why shouldn't break you into pieces and leave you for the timberwolfs. It had batter be good though, you wanna know why?" He lifted her head by her hair to look her in the face as he continued, " You recognise me?"
When she refused to answer the blue colt holding her lowered her body only enough to give a sharp knee into the lower back. This sent ripples through her, making her teeth practically chatter, but she still refused to cry.
"Well let me refresh your memory then" the yellow colt continued, lifting her head up by had chin, similarly to the way a stallion would hold the head of his lover up to look into her eyes, " I'm one of the guys who lived in the houses you tore down to make room for the statue you were going to have me and the other residents build for you. Do you remember now?"
"Please don't hurt me, I was about to leave," she pleaded
"Leave?" The yellow colt asked "without paying what you owe us? That's just flat out impolite you know," as he continued his whoove slid down to her neck, only gripping it gently, " You wouldn't up and leave without paying for your meal would you? And what a plate you've served yourself today. I'm afraid that we don't take cash as payment here, so I suppose well can make other arrangements."
As he finished this sentence Trixie realised his whoof had reached back up to hold her cheek. His touch made her sick to her stomach but she tried to hide her fear and continue to keep herself from crying. Unfortunately this would be impossible once she realised what he ment, as he lowered his face and planted a kid on her muzzle. She wanted to squirm but the blue colt gripped her tighter, causing her to gasp. The yellow colt took the opritunity to explore with pleasure. Trixie was scared out of her mind at this point as the green colt came to her and spoke unspeachable words into her ear. She wanted nothing more but to get out of this, especially as she felt both colts hooves begin to wander her body. She had to do something.
She got an idea, a last ditch effort really. She allowed the yellow colts tounge further into her mouth, which he did with feverish desire, and then bit down hard, drawing forth aboiut a tablespoon on blood before the colt jumped back in pain. She now used her magic to flash the blue colt in the eyes with powerful strobing lights, which made him let go of her, and finally shot the green colt in a much more vulnerable place with all her strength. As soon as the other colts were on the ground she tried to bolt for the forest, as the monsters there were much more preferable to the monsters here, but was caught by the yellow colt on the ground and pulled down to his level.
She was openly bawling now, screaming for help only once before the colt shut her up with a punch in the gut. The furious colt then proceeded to spew blood in attempt to yell at her and slapped her repeatingly in the face. This was it she though, the others were getting up, she was completely wasted and out if strength, she had to know for fact that she was powerless now. However, as the painful slaps had moved to a more humiliating place after she had been trurned on her stomach, something more unexpected happened at this time.
She felt the waight fly off of her as a green light exploded behind the yellow colt. She found the strength to get to her whooves and see what was happening. She saw another colt, no stallion as he was much bigger then any of the punk colts, his coat midnight blue and a crackling green aura around my is horn. He was fending off the colts with bursts of green energy, protecting her.
The only thing he said he bellowed like a multitude in heaven, "GO!"
Trixie had no room to think otherwise. She turned around and ran back toward the forest. She would not look back for several minutes and that was only because she was out of breath. No pony had followed her. She was all alone with no one to catch her when she fell down her wells of inner strength completely dry now, but not the tears that poured down her face. All she could do was run until she dropped.