One Year ago
A pink frilly, curly haired women sat in a silence much unlike her. Though what was more interesting was 'where' she was sitting. She was sitting in your average wise guys biggest fear. The interrogation room. Five years of serial killing across Equestria, had seemingly caught up with her. Of course she would consider it "ridding the world of sad sacks" or "killing Mr. Frownee Face one punk ass at a time."
Unbeknownst to her two cops, one with an aura of newbie about him, discussed her freely beyond the one way window. (They come standard with any interrogation room)
"From what Clover pried she's some vigilante killer," The newer one drawled.
The older one, looked up at the unseated one, " When we caught her, she was castrating a priest," he retorted,"How da' hell does that fit in with 'vigilante' killer."
"Father, De Rais?"
"Yeah."
"Charged with Rape twice, acquitted of all charges both times. I did some diggin'."
The older, sitting one looked down rubbing his chin as if it held a genie. "There's gotta' be more than this, I'm gonna' see what I can get from her."
Slowly, waddling he made the short transition between the rooms. Slowly, because he was quite fat. To put it bluntly. He casually plopped across the table from her in a chair, probably straining to hold him up.
"Well Mrs.-"
"I am and always will be a Ms, good sir," she said feigning regalness.
"Right," he nodded,"You are aware you could get the death penalty...right."
She nodded happily,"Where's a stunt double when you need one," she waited a moment before doubling over in laughter.
The man sighed before attempting to make progress again. "We couldn't find any records of your existence, ma'am. I would say by your hair color your a native Equestrian, but still: no records. Care to enlighten me?"
She looked at him still giggling,"Well you took my knives, so I would have to say 'liposuction'." Now she cackled with laughter.
"I'm sorry,"she extended her arm towards him,"Bad joke."
He grunted in affirmation,"My answer please."
"Okay, okay," her hyena esque laughing declined,"I'm illegal."
He raised a brow,"Elaborate."
"well according to my, father ,great man, I was born in Bavaria, to an Equestrian couple. They brought me here when I was two," she swapped giddyness for sadness,"I was put in a kennel to avoid the ever so high prices of plane tickets, for a child."
Silence crept in, as subtle, as a pedophile into a child's room. The man broke the silence, "That explains a lot," he stood relieving the chair of Excessive fat. The girl looked down, her hair seemingly unfurling from its tangled mass of keratin. "What now," she muttered unheard, as the man waddled to the door. As far as he was concerned his job was done. He didn't give metaphoric fuck about her.
The man was now back with his partner in the viewing area."You got that didn't ya'," the words came out flat and emotionless.
"yeah an' I gotta say I'm feelin' a tad sorry for that girl," The rookie answered.
"Well don' get attached, she'll probably be bein' dep-"
The loud crash of a chair, going through the only window interrupted, him and any thought in the room. The younger officer fell to the ground more out of fright than the impact of the chair into his side. The girl bounced over to the lack of window, tossing a pair of hand cuffs into the room. Her hair was as frumpy as ever, and her smile as cheeky as ever,
"I said, what now?"
The officers only stared, until the younger of the two spoke still on the ground, "Scratch that."
Three months. Three months of horrible, laborious work, breaking rocks in the search for diamonds. Even though it felt like a search for nothing. The mines, Fluttershy worked, stank of death. Where she and the other slaves were permitted to sleep, they spent more time cringing in starvation. Large wooden shacks filled of the starved wretches whose live's had been stolen, lined the parameter, of the camp they stayed, surrounded by tall metal fences guarded, by men with identities born of hate. Fluttershy waited a week before hunger drove her to actually eat the meager food they were given. Not because it was foul, but because it was meat. She had sworn off meat at an early age.
Of all the time she had been here she was only able to form on single relationship. And it was formed more out of necessity than simple common interest. They worked bound next to each other in chains. Everyday they would tell each other of their lives before. Ergo slowing the emotional decay. Though all things come to an end.
"H-hey Mac," she hardly whispered, past the clicks of pickaxes against the grey mine wall.
"Eeyup," he said quietly, still slamming his axe into rock.
"Why are we here?"
He looked up placing his labor on hold," You got conked on the head recently, girl?"
"N-no I mean Why would someone do this? Who could do this?" she stopped working all together. He continued, his.
"Does the name 'Rarity Stone' mean anything to you?"
This revelation almost made Fluttershy drop the suddenly weighted pick axe in her hands.
"Rarity," she raised her voice,(though it was still hardly above a whisper) "The mogul?"
Keeping quick pace Mac replied,"I thought you might have heard of her.
"I've met her."
"You really have been hit in the head haven't you," Mac glanced up from his work.
"I-I'm serious, she wanted me to m-model, for her company," she said sullenly forgetting she was having a conversation.
Mac looked over to her,briefly, as he worked. He had never noticed before (Being a slave puts a lot on your mind) but a little prep, would make her above par when it comes to modeling. Even if she was modelling the old worn denim jacket and yellow pants. Even if she kept the dirty bare feet.(The slaves weren't aloud to wear shoes, because with them they could run faster, and further if given an opportunity.) He still didn't believe her though. Flutter spoke up yet again, she rarely did that.
"How doe's no body know she doe's this?"
"They don't care. Besides that no one ever escapes."
Out of no where a guard approached holding a gun Mac recognized as a Skorpion. Savagely he slapped Fluttershy down with his free hand, then raised the one holding the gun to Macs face. Mac slowly lifted his hands in submission. Fluttershy was almost afraid to look up at the scene above.
"You don't talk, here!" He yelled in a strained voice, "You work, and die, those are the damn rules and you damn-well know it!"
Mac only looked at him with a scowl. That alone lit a volatile fuse inside the gunman. Fluttershy looked and could tell he was about to end the poor, foolish man. She when't against her nature and bolted to knock the gun from his hand. She pushed his arm to the left, but the bullet still ripped through Macs ear, sending him the ground clutching his wound. The clicks of pick axe breaking rock ended as on lookers were garnered. The guard grabbed Fluttershy by the throat, and pressed his gun, still not fallen, against her temple.
"If you were a man I would blow your head off," She only struggled against the vice grip holding her throat,"But worse things can happen to pretty lady like you."
Angel was down but not out, he saw where the man was headed with this conversation.
"Y-you fuck, you do anything to her, an' ah'll-," A trinity of bullets sped from the gun and buried themselves, into Angels chest shutting him up once and for all. Now he was down and out.
Tears, Fluttershy was holding back suddenly had nowhere else to go, as she began crying for her lost friend. Her only friend. The guard never took his hungry eyes off her.
"Yeah, I think you'll be a favorite with the boys, once we get you cleaned up a bit." But with that, another voice joined.
"Put her down fuckwit!" A angry snarl was heard. The one holding Fluttershy looked over to his superior, and promptly complied.
"Sorry sir, I-It was discipline, I-"
"Bullshit, you know your not suppose to kill 'em 'less they run! And I'm pretty sure that bleeder isn't gettin' back up."
The lesser, guard turned completely towards his overseer,"He mouthed off!"
"Then beat him a bit but don't fuckin' kill 'em!" His scowl turned even more grave, "The fact of the matter is less workers, less money."
"I'm sorry, I couldn't h-"
"Just, fuck off."
Their conversion ended abruptly, as the more whelpish man obliged, disappearing into the long caverns. The other lingered a moment adjusting his dark grey, Kepi style hat. He looked down at the crying Fluttershy, "Get back to work." He left not even bothering to unchain her from the corpse of her departed friend. A piece of her died. She had never even witnessed the death of an animal and, here was an outright murder, in front of her. How could she be expected to function properly?
With the fear of being maimed instilled in her she picked up, her fallen axe with shaking, hands moist with her own tears, and worked like nothing had happened. If one listened closely to the banter amongst the slaves you could hear an unmistakable voice, whisper,"Poor, girl looks like they already broke the poor thing."
Present day
"The people hailing, from Adromadas were looking for new land, to help set the natives on the right path and spread the absolute power of the king, supposedly chosen by God," the history teacher sipped her coffee,"What they found here in Equestria were three, squabbling coalitions, of natives. But what was most interesting about them were there hair, and eyes. You see Equestria is the last place where magic was before it disappeared, and so their hair and eyes, were unaturaly colored. This can obviously still be seen today, for example my ha- Sean... Sean... SEAN!"
Spike woke, to the sound noise of snickering teenagers and the later syllable of his real (though not his preferred) name, yelled by an annoyed .
"I'm up," he borderline yelled.
"Sean, do you not sleep at night? You are depriving yourself of an education, young man."
"Its not depriving if I all ready know what happened." The words practically cracked with dryness.
"Oh, really? Why don't you teach, us? I insist."
Spike leaned back in his chair still groggy, "The Andromadytes spent about a thousand years, trying to integrate the natives into their society. King Blueblood used the 'They're godless savages' excuse to steal their land but claimed to be saving themselves from themselves. The tribes were no match, for the advanced weaponry of his empire, and the only coalition that resisted were the people of 'Raket' or the 'sky'. They were lead by a warlord named 'Orkan', or 'Hurricane' in our language. They failed mainly because of the lack of support they got from the two other tribes. needless to say, most died. However there were also many other-,"
"That's enough Sean." Ms. Cheerilee interrupted. Spike mentally thanked his mentor(Twilight) for giving him the means to be a smart-ass. His teacher was quite honestly surprised that Sean knew all of this, despite this being part of the eleventh grade curriculum. But she still had to discipline the pungent, disrespect of sleep.
"I'm glad some things seep into your mind Sean. Why don't you remember that during detention."
Spike groaned collapsing his head back into the arm of his purple and green, plaid shirt. As if on que the final bell rang prompting, most other children to leave, with the exception of Spike and two of his dimwitted classmates. The sound of desks alternating and sneakers hurrying to the door filled his ears. He only looked up when the sound was gone, leaving him, the teacher and two others alone with the usually nice, and honestly quite 'milfy' Ms. Cheerilee. Fuck. I almost got through. "Well shit," he said under his breath.
"No, talking," corrected his infraction.
An hour later, the detention bell rang releasing the more delinquent of children. The three were barely out of the room when the the shorter, pudgier of them spoke up.
"Hey, ya Spike, way to make Ms. Cheerilee look like, a noob!"
Normally spike would dismiss Malik's dribble, but... noob? "What the hell is a noob?" he questioned.
Malik (his atquintence) only laughed that childish laugh, of his. Spike looked at him. "Seriously." But it only made Malik laugh even more. Spike turned around to take his leave of this dreaded place
"Whatever."
With that he made his way to the front exit of the school, his classmates following side by side each other through the dim hallways. Spike walked past the front office, and out the building with the metallic creak of the door following him in place of the two that had prior. "Idiots,". He thought, "They probably got lost." Slowly he made his way home. This being a small town everything was situated close together. But it was still a small town in a desert. And deserts are scorching when its crossing from Spring to Summer.
He trudged home letting his mind wander, hoping his parents wouldn't be home. Thinking of how much he loathed every minute in that house. He texted Twilight asking to pick him up early to optimize, his chances of not sharing air with his parents. This occupied his mind until his feet found the cracked, worn path leading up to the front door of his simply depressing home. Unfortunately his useless parents were home, as per the beaten sedan in the drive way. Even more so depressing no twilight. Normally he would just call his friend, Nate, to drive him, but he was in the hospital. Something to do with a beating.
He opted to wait at the steps of his house. Hours passed, yelling and the sound of violence emitted from behind him. all Spike could do was think, "Where the hell is she?"
"Goddammit, you lil' fucker, where the hell is Sparkle!?" AJ slammed her gloved fist into Dash's sternum adding emphasis. After a groan of pain she finally replied.
"Up, your ass," she said forcing a grin.
AJ rubbed her left cheek with her right hand, while looking away. Then she swiftly, kicked Rainbow in the gut while she lay on the ground, sending her into a world of hurt. However unbeknownst to AJ the very woman she sought hid not ten feet away. Twilight peaked under the door in the only closet in her living room, (a surprisingly nice closet considering the state of disrepair that pulsed through the rest of the house) clutching a bat and biding her time.
AJ took out her dagger and pressed it to Rainbow's face, "If you don't give me the answer I'm lookin' for, yer gonna regret it, " she said through clenched teeth.
"Okay, okay... s-she skipped tow-."And that was all it took for AJ to quickly pull the blade away leaving a deep wound on the right side of Dash's face.
"You stupid fuck-head, I know she's in here somewhere! Her Goddamn cars outside!"
"That's mine."
"Then Why'd Ah tail you here in a differant car?" AJ sheathed her knife and grabbed Dash's throat, slowly applying more and more pressure
"Mine too," Dash lied. AJ couldn't stand lying.
"Ah'm gonna pull every one of them, piercings out'a yer face, an' ground 'em into your eyes!"
The only response was a gurgled slur, showing AJ that she was applying to much pressure. She squeezed ever so harder until letting go completely, sending Rainbow into another coughing fit. AJ stepped over her, and turned so that her back faced the closet on the far side of the room.
Twilight stood up, from viewing under the door. The sounds were much more disturbing, now that there was no visual link to them. Coughing, and the sound of boot slamming against flesh. She placed her left hand on the door-knob, and tightly gripped her bat in the other. She opened the door, to hear AJ say,"Stop squirmin' dammit," pulling at Dash's black, lip ring with a pair of pliers, Dash trying, but failing to fight back. She held the bat with both hands and, bolted to the poncho wearing assailant. She raised it above her head, closing her eyes poised to strike, but just as she was about to follow through, a sharp pain rocketed through her side. She let go of the bat mid swing sending it across the room.
"There ya are," a much more elated AJ said.
All twilight could muster as she fell clutching her bleeding side, were a few quasi-childish vulgarities. She looked down to it to find AJ's needle-nosed pliers that had been stabbed in to the pivot. AJ promptly kicked the younger women in the gut, sending her to the floor along with Rainbow. She then took the beretta hidden under her poncho and placed it to Twilights for head.
"I ought'a kill ya for that," she said receding back into the grimness of her previous mood.
"Th-then make i-it quick."
"Ah, aint' exactly known fer that."
Twilight Sparkle gave, only a pain filled sigh, now tightly holding the entity that had invaded her body. Blood began to join the purple of her tank-top. AJ put the gun away, and in place produced a pair of dull and rusted handcuffs. She proceeded to roll the grounded woman over on her back, to cuff her. Sparkle tried to resist, but all that earned her was an, elbow to her temple. All escaped her.
She awoke, feeling groggy and in motion. Of course she had been knocked out and shoved in a van so these feelings were to be expected. She thought of speaking, but decided against it. Her captor had made the mistake of cuffing her hands to her front, not her back. She had to think fast, she had to act, and she had to escape. She tried to raise her self, and was reminded of the wound she sustained to her side. She winced, fighting the urge to groan. It was pitch dark in the van, but towards the front she could easily make out a hatted silhouette driving. This alone made her fear for the sake of her counter part.
Twilight crouched, feeling the course carpet of the van on her bare feet. Slowly, but oh so surely she approached the driver. The radio blared music that seemed quite unexpected for her attacker to be listening to. It held an up beat reggae tone. Though no lyrics had sounded yet. Twilight knew she had to act fast despite the speed at which the van was going. At least they were on one of those long ass desert roads, leading to a lonely town (known as Rottaler). She pulled her cuffs so that the metal links were taught, and pounced upon the shadow behind the wheel.
Twilight pulled the chain digging into the other woman's throat, earning a struggled 'gasp' ending abruptly. The van swerved, and screeched before ending perpendicular to the road. Now twilight realized just how much she had bitten off, and that she couldn't chew it for shit. Two hands gripped the cuff links, and began prying it off of the throat they had claimed. Suddenly the stetson fell off of the drivers head revealing the messy, rainbow of hair that adorned Dash's head. As if on que the radio spoke, in a melodic tone,"Don't worry... about a thing,...'Cause every little thing gonna be all right."
"R-Rainbow dash?, what the fuck?''
"Damn bitch, I save your Goddamn life and you, try to choke my ass out," Dash stated after a fit of sputtering.
"W-well, you w-were wearing, the s-same hat as the woman-"
"Trophy! bitch, Goddamn!"
"Oh, okay because I was totally aware of the events unfolding before my unconscious body, that led to your apparent success, in over coming what would have been the death of us," Twilight retorted. Dash didn't reply, only rubbing her sore throat, with her black, fingerless driving gloves. For a moment the only sound that filled the air was the smooth reggae, and the old engine of the van.
"So, uh... now that we've escaped maybe we should go get Spike... Dont'cha think," Twilight broke the silence.
"Are we leavin' town with him?"
"Well... yeah."
"Why?"
"People knew about you so chances are they know about him. His life's in danger. Plus he hates it there."
"Well... okay you're the boss."
"Alright lets go."
Dash's reply was to, put the van in reverse and get back on the road. Into the all encompassing night they went. An annoying silence filled the air once again as Twilight turned the radio off.
"Why?" Rarity could only think. Not only was she tied, blindfolded, and stranded, but she was in the middle of the dessert. Had she not been spared the fear of the actual kidnapping she would surely be in tears. But some how she awoke here. Somehow. It began to chill. Then it began to get down right cold, like a freezer. Only a freezer that was dessert. And to top it off she was getting her white, business suit dirty. What a day this was.
The silence she heard was unlike anything she had felt before. All she could hear was her own breathing. All she could see was the fading light of the sun through the thin strip of red silk. It felt beautiful, and would be, in almost any other circumstances. It reminded her of cloth she would often use back when she was but a simple dress maker, in a town who's name she could not quite recall. Nostalgia began pulling for tears to claim. She fought the need, nostalgia of course was a weakness to any drama queen, and no matter how much she would attest she was certainly that.
The sun had now lost it's hold on the world, and had it's space in the sky claimed by the moon, (Or as the ancient Equestrian religion would claim, Celestia was now taking her leave, and letting her sister take over) while a dark, night sky took it's place. As with any dessert, the San Palimino dessert came under an icy embrace at night. This embrace wrapped itself around any and all that found them self here at night. Rarity was now truely worried. "What in the world could those godless heathens be planning," She thought to herself, finally begining to worry about something beyond her appearance, "Surely those brutes won't just leave..." She caught her thought realizing that if anyone 'really' knew her, they would likely see this as a fitting punishment. But who could know?
As the last celestial hint of the sun left, the sea of sand. A faint noise could be heard. In the silence Rarity, clearly heard it. It was a rumble. Slow and quiet at first, but getting louder. No, closer. It got closer, and closer, while Rarity began to shiver not only of cold, but of fear. Her mind wasn't trying to figure out what it was,(Though it was evidently a car) but instead it tried to keep her from releasing the hold on her bladder.
It couldn't be ten feet away, now. The light that passed threw her blind fold, replacing that of the sun, gave her the indication of red lights staring her down. A moment passed, and she could hear car doors creak open, but not close with footsteps soon pursuing the noise. The feet made their way closer to the kneeling woman. Rarity distinguished three sets of feet coming towards her, but just as she did a pair broke from the rest, as the other two stopped. This pair continued to Rarity. A hand reached, behind her head to grasp the knot of Raritys blindfold, and lightly pulled once it had its hold.
The sight before Rarity now, both calmed her nerves and filled her with questions. Before her was, her sister. "S-Shamaya, it's been a while. I suppose I am here for intentions more grim, than you would like?" Her little sister, a woman of only about twenty, smiled and looked Rarity in the eye. "Sorry, a job's a job." Rarity wanted to cry, now as opposed to shiver in fright and algitidy. She looked down, as her sister turned on her heels and walked back to the other two. Rarity sat, just knowing, her end was near. Just knowing it was off to the pits of Tartarus, Hell, or whatever happens to the scourge of human kind when they die.
She only looked up when, she heard a struggle come from a now opened trunk to the white sedan they drove. From the trunk a girl was pulled, a girl to young to be out of high school, and cast just beyond the ground hued red by the cars break lights that seemed to paint two huge V's into the ground. "What's this," Rarity asked, with growing concern."The job," One of Shamayas 'partners' answered, wearing a suit. Come to think of it they, all wore suits and sunglasses. The one who spoke had skin, that was darker, than just tan. This was a genetic dark. Considering this it was odd her hair was suck a dull, shade of purple. The next girl was paler than Raritys sister, and either had red hair or hair tinted by the car's light.
The girl before her was the only one showing an inkling of emotion. It came in tears, and a look on her face that said, "I know my end is now." She looked up to Rarity, one eye covered slightly by her red hair before she was hoisted to her feet by Shamaya.
"According to who-ever-the-hell, hired us, your trust has come under question, sis," Shamaya said, keeping reserved.
"W-what... I have always executed my end of, every deal to the lett-"
"That's none of our concern. If you really want to keep, that 'partnership' alive then you're gonna have to... kill her... I'm sorry," her voice got ever so softer with each word, "If you don't than we've gotta kill both of you. And I dont want to kill my sister." Shamaya produced a switch blade and made her way behind the older woman. With a quick cut, Raritys restraints were gone. She rose cautiously to her feet, legs weary . When she stood at her full height, she was handed the same knife that had just set her free. Shamaya only looked at Rarity, with a look of sincere empathy. "W-what did she do?" Rarity asked trembling.
"Nothing," Her sister said flatly, turning to join the other two wearing suits. How could she kill someone, personally? She had never thought of doing such. It was easy, to end life on an entirely differant continent. But, to do so to someone standing right in front of you? And to someone so young. Rarity put her hand on the young girls shoulder. Tears flowed forth from both their eyes, as Rarity clutched the blade as hard as she could. She closed her eyes and asked the girl, "H-how old, a-are you?" The girl tried to answer sooner, but only stuttered, "Fif-Fi-" Blam!
Rarity felt a warm splatter of, liquid hit her face. She opened her eyes, from their clenched state. The girl's head, was literally half of what it used to be. Time seemed to slow as bone, and other gore left her, now, lifeless body. Rarity was dumbfounded. Her mouth was now agape as the body slumped to the ground. As it did a quick splash of sanguine fluid hit the sand. She looked up and saw her sister lowering a smoking pistol. She looked back at Rarity. She spoke simple words,"I'm gonna need my knife back." Rarity knew her sister was a killer but she had no idea she could go this far, (But then again Rarity wasn't far from a mass murderer) to shoot a teenager point blank. She only dropped the weapon, as her muscles began to weaken with shock. A silence as loud as the thunder of a God settled in.
"You're welcome," Shamaya picked up her switchblade, closed it, and put it into her suit jacket.
"What do you mean?" Rarity's mind finally caught up.
"I mean, I killed her so you won't have to."
"Why?"
"Why? Because even though you're a monster you're still my sister," Shamaya punched Rarity as hard as she could. Rarity, was out cold. Physically, and figuratively. She proceeded to drag her unconscious sister to the trunk of the car. The trunk smelled strongly of urine. She could only guess it was the fear of the dead girl. "Hey Anne, can you help me out over here?" The dark red haired, women approached slowly like she had been asleep. "Ah may," she drawled. The third woman walked to the driver's seat and got in, ready to go. "Can you hurry up?" She whined. "Probably," Shamaya responded contently. Soon, after securing Rarity in the trunk with ductape around her mouth, ankles, and wrists. They then joined the dark skinned one in the car ready to end the night. Finally they fucked off. The silence still loomed, like a fog that wouldn't let anyone leave.