Prologue
Rogue paced back and forth in his cell, looking out the bars. He watched guards going by now and then, sometimes dragging more prisoners with them. Looking at the other cells, one could tell that Rogue was not a pony who shared his cell with anyone. Where everyone else had a cell mate or two, Rogue was alone in his. His ears perked a bit as he heard the yelling of a new prisoner coming down the row. Everyone was at the cell doors to watch as the guards dragged a small peg along. The guards stopped in front of Rogue's cell. He backed up, wondering what they were doing.
Silver kicked one of the guards, trying to get away. They restrained him while one of them opened the cell door, shoving him in with another pony. He took one look and tryed getting out, scared by the ominouse black peg that loomed over others of his kind. The door was shut tight, and Silver was trapped in the cell. He turned around and smiled sheepishly at his new cell mate. "H-hi... I'm Silver..."
Rogue eyed the younge peg, raising an eyebrow. "Hello." He knew the boy was nervouse, the few ponies that ever shared a cell with him always were, and somehow never made it out alive, but this one interested him. He decided in his mind to spare this one.
Silver looked at the beds, noticing that this was the only cell with two. He looked at the black peg, then siddled towards the beds. The peg growled, "The top. Is MINE." Silver meeped, nodding. "Y-yes sir..." He crawled onto the bottom bunk, curling up.
Rogue went back to pacing, not saying anything more. He didn't tell his name on purpose, as he wanted the kid to figure one out for himself. The name Rogue had been used the most, so he used it like his real name. It was the name he was registered into the system as. He looked at a clock an hour later. "Almost time for lunch, they're serving soup today."
Silver looked up. "What kind of soup?"
"Usually Flutter meat."
Silver gulped. He didn't like the sound of that.
Rogue laughed. "It ain't half bad. Trust me. They serve it every Tuesday, and nobody complains. Except the flutters." He stood by the door, watching the guards walking along, letting everyone out for lunch.
Silver got up, going over as well, watching. "They actually trust you all? To walk down that hall un guarded?"
Rogue laughed again. "Yes. They shoot if you run. Some do it on purpose, to get out of the game of life early. I just stick around for the free food and bed."
Silver blinked a moment, then watched a guard open the cell door. He followed Rogue, wanting to stay OUT of trouble.
Rogue knew Silver was following him, he didn't mind. He looked at Silver and saw a younger version of himself, only this pony was purple and had gray hair. "I know a pony who is gray, like that hair of yours. Not the same shade, though."
Silver looked up at Rogue. "Really?"
"Yes. Big gray unicorn, bright green hair... Shaves once every 5 to 10 years." Rogue laughed at that. "It's a scary thing when he DOES shave."
Silver simply shrugged. "Why are you here?"
Rogue frowned. "Killed too many ponies, stole the rong rock."
"What rock was that?"
"One right off the queen's crown."
Silver coughed, wide eyed. "You didn't kill her, did you?!"
Rogue laughed. "Nah, why kill a mare who's a mother of 4? Didn't have the heart."
Silver thought a moment. "Was she a pure white unicorn?"
"Aye."
"Blue eyes? With another unicorn who was pure black, with red eyes?"
"Aye."
Silver gulped, he knew who they were. He said nothing, just nodded.
"You know either of them, boy?"
Silver looked up. "That white unicorn, she's one of my sisters... And the other, brother in law, and a sort of distant brother."
Rogue laughed hard. "If you're the queen's brother, why are you here?!"
Silver hung his head. "I don't know..."
Rogue frowned, then asked, "Can you keep a secret, boy?"
Silver nodded a bit. "Yeah, I can try."
Rogue lowered his head, whispering in Silver's ear, "They can't kill me if I run, I'm half a demon." He smiled, lifting his head.
Silver looked at him wide eyed. He shook his head a bit.
"I grew up in an abbey, in a forest, at the edge of a small town known as Forest Glade. Ever been there, boy? Few miles away from a town called Starlight Hollow..."
Silver looked around, but still listened. "I come from Starlight Hollow..."
Rogue smiled a bit. "No wonder you're here. A little hoodlum."
Silver made a face. "I resent that."
Rogue laughed, then walked into the caffateria, Silver running after him.
Rogue paced back and forth in his cell, looking out the bars. He watched guards going by now and then, sometimes dragging more prisoners with them. Looking at the other cells, one could tell that Rogue was not a pony who shared his cell with anyone. Where everyone else had a cell mate or two, Rogue was alone in his. His ears perked a bit as he heard the yelling of a new prisoner coming down the row. Everyone was at the cell doors to watch as the guards dragged a small peg along. The guards stopped in front of Rogue's cell. He backed up, wondering what they were doing.
Silver kicked one of the guards, trying to get away. They restrained him while one of them opened the cell door, shoving him in with another pony. He took one look and tryed getting out, scared by the ominouse black peg that loomed over others of his kind. The door was shut tight, and Silver was trapped in the cell. He turned around and smiled sheepishly at his new cell mate. "H-hi... I'm Silver..."
Rogue eyed the younge peg, raising an eyebrow. "Hello." He knew the boy was nervouse, the few ponies that ever shared a cell with him always were, and somehow never made it out alive, but this one interested him. He decided in his mind to spare this one.
Silver looked at the beds, noticing that this was the only cell with two. He looked at the black peg, then siddled towards the beds. The peg growled, "The top. Is MINE." Silver meeped, nodding. "Y-yes sir..." He crawled onto the bottom bunk, curling up.
Rogue went back to pacing, not saying anything more. He didn't tell his name on purpose, as he wanted the kid to figure one out for himself. The name Rogue had been used the most, so he used it like his real name. It was the name he was registered into the system as. He looked at a clock an hour later. "Almost time for lunch, they're serving soup today."
Silver looked up. "What kind of soup?"
"Usually Flutter meat."
Silver gulped. He didn't like the sound of that.
Rogue laughed. "It ain't half bad. Trust me. They serve it every Tuesday, and nobody complains. Except the flutters." He stood by the door, watching the guards walking along, letting everyone out for lunch.
Silver got up, going over as well, watching. "They actually trust you all? To walk down that hall un guarded?"
Rogue laughed again. "Yes. They shoot if you run. Some do it on purpose, to get out of the game of life early. I just stick around for the free food and bed."
Silver blinked a moment, then watched a guard open the cell door. He followed Rogue, wanting to stay OUT of trouble.
Rogue knew Silver was following him, he didn't mind. He looked at Silver and saw a younger version of himself, only this pony was purple and had gray hair. "I know a pony who is gray, like that hair of yours. Not the same shade, though."
Silver looked up at Rogue. "Really?"
"Yes. Big gray unicorn, bright green hair... Shaves once every 5 to 10 years." Rogue laughed at that. "It's a scary thing when he DOES shave."
Silver simply shrugged. "Why are you here?"
Rogue frowned. "Killed too many ponies, stole the rong rock."
"What rock was that?"
"One right off the queen's crown."
Silver coughed, wide eyed. "You didn't kill her, did you?!"
Rogue laughed. "Nah, why kill a mare who's a mother of 4? Didn't have the heart."
Silver thought a moment. "Was she a pure white unicorn?"
"Aye."
"Blue eyes? With another unicorn who was pure black, with red eyes?"
"Aye."
Silver gulped, he knew who they were. He said nothing, just nodded.
"You know either of them, boy?"
Silver looked up. "That white unicorn, she's one of my sisters... And the other, brother in law, and a sort of distant brother."
Rogue laughed hard. "If you're the queen's brother, why are you here?!"
Silver hung his head. "I don't know..."
Rogue frowned, then asked, "Can you keep a secret, boy?"
Silver nodded a bit. "Yeah, I can try."
Rogue lowered his head, whispering in Silver's ear, "They can't kill me if I run, I'm half a demon." He smiled, lifting his head.
Silver looked at him wide eyed. He shook his head a bit.
"I grew up in an abbey, in a forest, at the edge of a small town known as Forest Glade. Ever been there, boy? Few miles away from a town called Starlight Hollow..."
Silver looked around, but still listened. "I come from Starlight Hollow..."
Rogue smiled a bit. "No wonder you're here. A little hoodlum."
Silver made a face. "I resent that."
Rogue laughed, then walked into the caffateria, Silver running after him.
